Page 62 of Mistle-Ho

His heart’s in the right place and I very much appreciate it, but— “That’s an awful lot of pressure put on yourself, big guy.”

Gavin’s serious expression holds. “I’m used to playing under pressure, Al.” He inhales deeply. “I just need a second.” He lets the breath out and then finally starts to move.

And barely makes it through one stroke before he goes still again.

I roll my eyes, because this is kind of ridiculous. “Stubborn man.” Bringing my free hand between our bodies, I slick my fingers alongside my clit. “Let me help.”

Gavin’s eyes drop to where I touch myself, and he lets out a low growl. “Fuck, Al.” He pushes up so he can have a better view. “I’m not sure if you’re helping or hurting.”

Since the only boyfriend I had never managed to get me off, I’m well practiced in the art of self-pleasure, so I’m already breathless and throbbing. “Do you want me to stop?”

Gavin doesn’t look at me, but his grip on my hip tightens. “I didn’t say that.”

“That’s good, because I wasn’t planning to.” I move away from my clit for just a second, sliding back to feel where I’m stretched tight around the thickness of his cock. “Holy shit.” I trace around our joined bodies. “That’s so fucking hot.”

“You like that?” Gavin’s hand moves from my hip, taking over the task I abandoned, his thumb gently strumming. “You like feeling how well you take me?” His eyes stay fused to where my hand and his are side-by-side. “It’s like I was fucking made for you.”

Why is it so sexy that he said it that way? Not that I was made for him.

Hewas made forme.

The hand above my head clenches his, gripping tight as his words and touch ripple through me, pushing me closer to a peak I didn’t think was possible. “Gavin.” His name rushes through my lips as his thumb sends me faster and faster toward the edge.

“That’s right, Al.” His body rocks into mine, each stroke slow and purposeful. “It’s me.” Gavin’s dark gaze lifts to rest on mine. “It’s always gonna be me.”

The moment steals my breath. The strength of his hand in mine. The possessive look in his eyes. The feel of his cock deep inside me. It’s too much.

And yet exactly enough.

The orgasm he refused to deny slams into me, ripping a wail from my throat as every muscle I have clenches tight.

Gavin groans but doesn’t look away from my face. “That’s it, Al. Milk me dry with that perfect little pussy.”

Is it possible to come while coming? I vote yes, because I swear a second jolt flashes through my insides, stealing another savage sound from me.

I’m so wrapped up in what’s happening to me, that I barely notice when Gavin buries himself to the hilt, sealing our bodies together as my name passes through his lips.

When my senses decide to return to the premises, our faces are still aligned. Our hands are still entwined. I’m still full of Gavin and he’s still staring at me.

A hint of awkwardness—and maybe a little worry—tries to creep in. I came into this knowing who Gavin was. His history with women. I was fine with it. But somewhere along the way I started to think this would be different. ThatIwas different.

Maybe I’m not. Maybe he can’t get over the fears he has about his dad’s influence. Maybe this will be the end. Maybe—

“I think we need to discuss something, Al.” Gavin’s words stab into my aching heart.

Is this it already? While we’re still naked and pressed against each other? While we’re—

“I meant it when I said no one but me.” He brushes a kiss against my lips. “Because from now on, it’s no one but you.”

28

As Long as it’s Not Liver

Gavin

“I SWEAR TO God.” Leo bends at the waist, sucking in air as he tries to catch his breath. “I don’t know what you’ve been eating, but you’ve got to stop.”

I grin in spite of myself. I can’t help it. “You don’t want to know what I’ve been eating.” And I’m not telling him. Not yet. Not when he’s so clearly hanging on by a thread.

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