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Gavin

Once, at a teammate’s wedding reception, Isla told me that she gave Cillian a second chance because if she didn’t, she was certain of misery, whereas getting back with him held a chance of happiness, despite the risk of it all falling apart again.

It seemed horrifically fucking sad, at the time. I understand it now, because I think that’s what Odette feels. She has so little faith in me. Why should she have it? I’ve only been able to offer her words, which mean fuckall.

My only option is to show her that I’m loyal to her, which takes time. At least she’s giving me that now. I’ll use it to earn back every damn piece of her heart that I crushed before. Her behavior with men? That’s my fault. Solely.

I broke something real inside her and I own it. I have to.

I’m not sure what prompted the change in her the other night, but I’m grateful for the opportunity to show her it can be different this time. That I can be different.

“You’re it for me, Ode.” She softens but I can still see the tinge of fear. It breaks me. The only chink in her armor is because of me. I could crumble under the thought. Except Odette doesn’t deserve that, she deserves a man that can be strong in the one place she can’t be. One that will help prop her up, love her without condition, and fight for her every motherfucking day.

And that’s exactly what I’m going to be. Even if it takes me the rest of my life to prove it to her.

“I like the sound of that,” she whispers as if she’s afraid to send the words out into the world.

“I’ll tell you every day,” I say before leaning down to kiss her. Starting at her lips, then her cheeks, her jaw, her neck, I traverse her body. Teasing her senses, feeling every twitch of anticipation as I travel down until I’m on my knees, ready to worship her like the goddess she is. “Rest your foot on my shoulder. I’m going to devour this cunt like it’s my last meal.”

“Well, I hope it isn’t that…Oh fuck…” Her words stop as soon as I shove my tongue in her as far as it will go. “Gavin, fuck, that’s…fuck.”

I grin as my fingers glide over the globes of her ass. Spending her whole adult life in the fuck-me heels has given her the most amazing lower body; firm and toned but not hard. She’s still soft, womanly, fucking mind-blowing.

Wedging my index finger inside her, I slide it up, playing with the pucker of her ass. She hums the most pleasurable sound I’ve heard. I apply a little more pressure, bit by bit, until I’m in and she’s pulling my hair like it’s the only thing keeping her standing while I work her clit with my mouth.

Her hips start to keep pace with me but, before long, she’s grinding faster. Fucking my face as she tries to find her first release. A moment later, she does, her heel sliding down my back and her fingers tightening.

I love that she pulls my hair, that I’m the one she’s anchoring herself to while she falls to pieces. In this instance, she trusts me completely. I want this feeling always.

When the ecstasy of the moment has washed over her, I lower her leg and stand. I’m painfully hard, stroking my dick to help ease some of the need. It doesn’t do shit.

“Will your windows hold if I fuck you up against them?”

“I think there’s only one way to find out,” she says, her eyes gleaming.

“You’re not afraid someone might see?”

“Let them.” She slowly backs up until her back is against the large windows that overlook her yard and the lake beyond. Her eyes follow my palm. “You going to put that inside me, Gavin, or just play with it yourself?”

Prowling toward her, I lift her up, and she immediately wraps those legs around my hips, letting me ease her down onto my cock. Her warmth sends a shiver down my spine.

“This is my favorite place.”

“My living room?”

“Inside you, Ode. It feels like home after a long road trip. Like I’m finally able to sleep in my own bed after endless shitty hotel beds. I never want to leave.”

“Don’t then. Don’t ever leave me again,” she says, a tear spilling out of one eye.

“Never, pumpkin.”

Then I fuck her. Staring at those brilliant eyes the same color as the barely lit lake behind her, the sun quickly setting. I fuck her to the soundtrack she makes with moans and sighs. I fuck her until she comes all over my cock, and then I fuck her some more. We have so much time to make up for.

When she starts to get a chill from her back against the cold window, I move her to a blanket in front of her fireplace and let her ride me until she comes again, her face upturned and her dark waves trailing down her back. I’ll never forget how she looks, her tits bouncing, one arm braced behind her on my thigh, the other playing with her own pussy as she calls my name.

Then I cover her spent body with mine, taking over all the work, rolling my hips into hers, our hands entwined on either side of her flushed face. She’s so wet but there’s enough friction to send us both into a frenzy when I steadily build pace and intensity. I watch for every clue, making sure she never has a second where she isn’t as worked up as me.

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