Page 63 of For Three Seconds

You picked her over me too, Scar. Time and time again. You are still picking her over me, over us.

I knew he had a point, but I also didn’t like to feel like my whole life at college had been a lie.

“Say something.”

“I don’t know what you want me to say?” I turned to look at him, feeling as lost as I did after the accident. Then that memory made me think of him and how he was the only one who saw past the façade. The only one who ran after me to make sure I was okay.

I wasn’t paying attention and was startled when Gavin picked me up and dragged me to his lap. There wasn’t much space for both of us in this seat. I ended up straddling him. Not that either of us seemed to mind.

“All I want you to say is that you won’t run away. That you’ll give us the shot we deserve.” He held my gaze as he held on to my waist.

Sometimes life came down to moments. Moments that seemed so insignificant that we didn’t know how it might impact the rest of our lives. In a moment, a little girl scared to hurt her best friend said no, and that changedeverything. Now, in this moment, I was a woman, and I was terrified, but I wanted to take a leap and believe.

Gavin leaned up to me and gave me a quick kiss. Never in my life had three seconds passed by so fast.

“Still the sweetest lips I ever tasted.”

The rasp of his breath caressed my skin, and I knew I couldn’t deny it any longer. This was our thing: three seconds, but never more, because we knew if we went past them, we would be reduced to nothing.

I brought my hands up and held on to his cheeks, relishing the feel of his scruffy jaw, how perfectly I seemed to fit against him. He made me feel small and protected. Since my parents passed away, I only felt okay when I was with him. The pain I had been dealing with would take the back seat to him. It didn’t matter how wrong or right we were for each other because, in stolen moments, right or wrong didn’t exist. Sometimes in a moment, you get everything you ever wanted.

“Please kiss me.” My voice was hoarse, the words foreign to my whole being.

His hands went to my head, holding me tight, making sure I wouldn’t run scared while his lips descended on mine. There it was instantly. My heart strummed for three glorious seconds. All the reasons why it was wrong didn’t matter. The heart didn’t know what was wrong or what was right. It didn’t know that one simple little action could cause a war. The heart only wanted to be happy, and Gavin made mine happy. When he opened his mouth, I knew this was it—this was the moment when everything was going to change again. It wasn’t going to be three seconds anymore, and that was okay.

“I can’t go back to like it was before, Scar,” he stated.

“I’m scared, Gavin,” I whispered.

“Baby,” he rasped. “I’d die before I let anything happen to you again.”

I could never find the right words to say to him, so I didn’t. I leaned down and kissed him again as I put my hands over his shoulders. I kissed him with a hunger I had yet to realize I had within me. My hips started to move on their own, my sex finding delicious friction on Gavin’s bulge.

“Jesus, Scar,” he moaned against my mouth. His hands were roaming my backside; my dress had ridden up to my waist.

“Gav,” I moaned loud enough that it echoed through the car.

Gavin’s breathing was jagged, and I was panting. He squeezed my ass, then let his hands wander down to my center. His fingers were barely touching me, but it was enough to make me squirm.

“You’re so wet,” he ground out, his silver eyes full of lust. “Spread your legs more.”

I complied. He sat up straighter and leaned me against the steering wheel, my hands on his shoulders for support. One of his hands came down to my leg, and it started to trail up my thigh. I felt two fingers tease me over my panties, moving back and forth. Gavin chuckled when my hips started moving. He pushed my panties to the side and slid his fingers through my pussy lips. My panting was getting louder, but I was in a frenzy because he was petting me and not touching me.

“Gavin,” I said, frustrated.

“Hmmm.” He looked at me with a smirk.

Before I could say anything, he brought his fingers to my clit and started to play with it. He moved in circles and teased it, and I felt like I had fire in my veins, so needy, hot, and empty at the same time.

“Fuck, Scar, you hear how wet you are?” If I was in a coherent state, I might have blushed. “Now, fuck my fingers.”

Gavin inserted two fingers inside of me, and I started to ride them. When he scissored them, I threw my head back in a moan. The moment he pulled them out, I nearly groaned at the loss.

“You look so hot right now,” Gavin groaned in my ear before he kissed my neck. He peppered kisses all over my throat and my shoulders as his hands kept moving, kept touching my pussy. I felt the pad of his finger grazing my little nub, and I jumped at the contact. Gavin continued to kiss my neck as he brought two fingers to my clit, rubbing until I was a wanton mess in his lap.

“Gav,” I moaned once I was so close.

He kept circling my clit, and then he removed his fingers and inserted them in me, making me scream as I started coming. I screamed his name as he bit my breast through my clothes. It took me a second to gather my breathing. I was draped across Gav as he leaned back in his seat. His fingers rubbed soothing circles on my clit, bringing me back from the high.

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