Page 130 of A Major Puck Up

Because when Vivi showed up at my door, had Millie been here, had we not gone through these tests and trials, I would have wondered if she felt obligated to stay. I’d have worried that she was settling and that she’d one day regret being forced to mother a child who wasn’t hers.

But now? Now I know she loves my daughter. She chose my daughter even when I didn’t choose her.

We’ll be stronger because of our time under tension. I’m confident in us, in our future. And I’m not worried, because even in the face of my hostility, Millie loved me and fought hard to get us here.

I press a thumb against her bottom lip, and she moans in response, her hot breath washing over me.

“Please, Gavin.”

“Please what?”

“Soothe the ache. Make me feel better. Make us feel better.” She sucks my thumb into her mouth.

Heat washes over me, and my need for her threatens to take over all logic. “You drive me fucking crazy, Peaches.”

She bites down on my thumb and swirls her tongue again, making my cock throb.

“So punish me,” she taunts. “Spank me, bite me, fucking devour me. But don’t shut me out.” She rolls her hips. “Don’t deny me. I can’t?—”

The pressure against my hard length makes my control snap. I spin her and lift her onto the piano keys, the sound jolting and yet so perfect for the uncontrollable sensations taking over. With my hands on her thighs, I hold her in place.

“You can’t? What about me? What about what I need? You want me to punish you, but I want to worship you. I need to apologize for how I’ve treated you. I failed you. Failed us. I should never have walked out that door. And I never should have let you end us because you were scared. So baby, please say I can have you. Promise me you’re mine. Put me out of my misery and tell me you’ll never let me walk away again.”

The air between us grows so thick I may suffocate as I wait for her to promise me forever. Whether she understands the implications or not, that’s what I’m taking. Her forever.

“I’ve only ever been yours,” she whispers, slipping a hand down her chest. “My body.” With a pinch to her nipple, she gasps. “My heart.” She uses her free hand to tip my chin up. “Me.” Her lips ghost against mine. “You have owned all of me since the day you took my virginity.”

“And I always will,” I promise her.

I don’t take that responsibility lightly. I may not be the man her father would have chosen for her, but I’ll protect her. I’ll care for her. And I’ll love her every day for the rest of my life.

Finally, I wrap my hands around her waist and pull her closer, barely registering the dissonant sound of the piano keys as she brushes against them, because the moment her lips are on mine, she’s all I feel, all I see, all I hear. Our tongues tangle together, and our moans mix, creating the most beautiful tune.

From this moment forward, it’s the two of us and Vivi. No one else matters.

FORTY-SIX

MILLIE

The taste of whiskey and remorse mixes with hope as Gavin kisses me. His apology is unnecessary. We’ve both been in the wrong, and yet neither of us would be here, doing this, if not for the mistakes we made.

And that’s all I care about. Finally, we’re on the same page. Finally, our lips are locked together, our moans all there is left to say.

My hands dig into the fabric of his shirt, and I cling to him. I can’t get close enough. I want him to sink inside me and hold me all night. To fuck me slowly and never stop, even if there’s no way either of us will last. We’ve barely touched, barely had a taste, and I am already on the precipice of an orgasm.

Gavin shifts, and suddenly, I’m on my back on top of the smooth lacquered surface of the piano.

“Need these off.” He grits out the words as he tugs on my leggings.

With my hands planted on the cool surface of the piano beneath me, I lift up so he can yank my shoes off and then shimmy my pants down. Ignoring my panties, he goes for the hem of my sweater. I heave myself up so he can tear it over my head.

“Holy shit, Peaches,” he says when I’m topless. “What did you do?” His eyes go wide as he takes in my piercings. Then he smiles, and his full black lashes flutter when he brings his attention back to my face. “Can I touch them?”

I nod. “Please.”

His touch is gentle at first, tentative, his thumb grazing over one slowly. That brush sends a bolt of lightning to my core. Spasming, I cry out in ecstasy.

“Oh fuck,” he murmurs. “And I thought I loved your tits before.” When he touches them again, he’s far less gentle. He squeezes one breast roughly and tongues the other with a moan.A wave of lust crests when he clamps his teeth down on my nipple ring and tugs.

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