Page 38 of Mistle-Ho

I’ve been naked in front of him before, but not like this. Never have I displayed myself so openly. I wouldn’t have been brave enough to offer myself up for assessment with anyone but him.

Because I already know he likes what he sees.

Gavin’s jaw clenches as he takes me in, body completely still while his gaze rakes over my curves. When his eyes finally come back to mine, I suck in a breath. Making eye contact with himwhile I’m naked brings a level of intimacy I wasn’t expecting. It’s raw and a little scary.

“You are so fucking perfect, Al.” His focus dips again, resting on my tits before sinking lower. “Look at how pretty you are.”

I preen a little, standing straighter, the scarily strong connection I felt a second ago easing as his eyes leave mine. The warmth that was initially localized between my thighs has spread, and now every inch of me is flushed and primed for whatever comes next.

“Come here.” Gavin repeats one of his earlier requests, but this time I’m not really sure what he means by it.

So I inch closer, trying to figure out if he wants me to just stand in front of him, or maybe sit beside him. I pause for a second when my shins bump the couch. I start to lower my ass to the cushions, but before my butt touches the upholstery, Gavin grips me by the hips.

“No.” He hauls my body across his lap, letting my knees fall on either side of his hips. “Comehere.”

My short little legs can barely straddle the width of his body, so my spread pussy is pressed right against the front of his jeans. I glance down, horrified to see a slight bit of discoloration where the moisture of my body is sinking into the denim. “I’m going to get your pants wet.” I try to move away, but his fingers press into my flesh, dragging me closer.

“Good. I hope you fucking soak them.” Gavin growls the words before clamping his mouth over one of my nipples. I was so distracted by my position and what it would mean for his Levi’s, that I hadn’t noticed my tits were right in his face. Now, with the heat of his mouth pulling at one, and the pads of his fingers plucking at the other, I have to think that was by design.

Gavin’s eyes lift to my face as his lips drag off my nipple, the slight rasp of his short beard teasing against my skin. His hand slides to the back of my neck, pulling me in until his mouth sealsover mine. His kiss isn’t hesitant or sweet. It’s a little rough. A little demanding.

And a lot hot.

I whimper as his tongue strokes against mine, feeling way more drunk than alcohol has ever made me as he pulls me closer, enveloping my body in his arms. He’s so big and warm and strong and—

I yelp as the room turns sideways and I’m flipped onto my back, arms and legs and titties flopping around because of the unexpected position change. When I land on my back against the cushions, one foot is hooked over the back of the couch, the other dangles off one side. My hair is everywhere, and I think the remote is jabbing into my kidney.

Swiping at the strands tangled across my face, I try to work myself into a more comfortable position. As I yank the television controller out from under my lower back, Gavin grips my thighs, spreading them far enough apart he can wedge his wide shoulders between them.

Then his thumbs part my pussy, and he blows a steady stream of air right at my clit. The shock of cool is almost as palpable as a touch and my back bows off the cushion. What the fucking fuck is that?

And why did I not know it was a thing until this moment?

18

Don’t Cross Chihuahuas

Gavin

ALEXIS GOES COMPLETELY still, and I pause, a little worried I’m doing something she doesn’t like. Lifting my eyes to her face, I find her staring at me.

“What the fuck was that?” She’s breathless, and doesn’t seem put off, but I want to be sure.

“Like it?” My mouth is watering and I’m desperate to have her on my tongue, but I want her to enjoy everything about tonight. I need to make up for what I said. I need to show her how fucking sorry I am. That I’m better than that.

Even though I’m not sure I am.

Alexis nods, eyes wide. “Like it.”

I love how she’s not shy. How she stood in front of me, naked and proud. Like she was daring me to find her lacking.

As if that would ever fucking happen.

I haven’t always looked at her that way though. For years she was just Leo’s little sister. Someone to annoy and aggravate. Then she grew up and went to college and started dating some pecker who wasn’t good enough for her. She was so far out of Huge-nose’s league, they weren’t even playing the same game.

When he came around, it took everything I had not to punch him in his smug, weak-jawed face and throw him out on thelawn. I might have read more into it if Leo hadn’t felt the same. Since he hated Huge-nose as much as I did, it was easy to convince myself I was just feeling protective because Alexis was like a sister to me.

Obviously that was delusional bullshit. Just like me thinking I could stay away from her. I can’t. And I’m sick of trying.

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