Page 78 of For Three Seconds

“I swear to God, Oliver, you drop my girl, I’ll beat your ass,” Gavin screamed as his friends carried him away.

There was a huge grin on my face when Ollie put me back down. He ruffled my hair and walked away. For the first time in a long time, it didn’t feel like I was watching my life through a looking glass. It still overwhelmed me, so I made my way to the parking lot.

So many people wore Gav’s name, and even though it scared me, the immensity of it all, I was now at a point in my life where his love didn’t scare me. I was seated on the hood of his car when he came out. This time I didn’t run to him and let him come to me.

“Scar.” He said my name like it was his favorite word.

His hand came to my nape, and he kissed me. It was the kind of kiss that obliterated everything in its path and left me dizzy with want.

“Now, let’s go before I fuck you on the hood of my car.”

“So romantic,” I teased.

He carried me down and walked me to my side of the door.

“No one can kidnap you,” he said when I looked at him funny. “And don’t you worry, I’m going to make sure I have a lifetime of romance for you.”

He left me to get in his car with a swat to my ass. The air the car was laced with sexual tension. Gavin grabbed my hand and put it on the gear stick.

“I’m going to teach you to drive stick.”

“That sounds sexual,” I said because although I was excited, I was also nervous.

“I can teach you that too,” he smirked.

“Don’t be nasty, Gav.”

He stayed quiet for a second; then he grabbed my hand and brought it to his lips to kiss it. “I told you you would melt, Davis.”

He had, and I did.

When we got to the house, he held me to his body and walked us in. There were people already there. They cheered when they saw Gavin.

“Little bro,” someone yelled.

At that point, Gavin carried me bridal-style, yelling “later” to whoever called him and ran up the stairs. Catcalls followed us, but I didn’t care. Once in his room, he put me down.

He locked the door, then turned around, kissing me. My hands went to his shirt and pulled it up while he worked on pulling my jeans down. He grabbed my ass before he knelt to help me remove my jeans. While he did that, I removed my bra from under my shirt. Once I was only in his shirt, he took off his pants, staying in his boxers. He sat at the edge of the bed and motioned for me.

“The first time, it’s going to be fast and hard,” he said, his voice heavy with lust.

I took his stretched hand and straddled his lap, my hands roaming his broad shoulders down to the one with the lion and the script tattoo.

“Do these mean anything?” I asked as I trailed the lion.

Gavin’s hands came to my waist from under my shirt, making me shiver.

“I got this after the championship freshman year,” he said, a little hesitant. “Your hair used to remind me of a lion’s mane—majestic.”

I found it hard to swallow. Then I traced over the script that was curved in his pectoral.In all I loved, I loved alone.

“I got that after high school. It felt like everything I loved was not meant for me. Not you, not my child.” His voice was gruff, and I kissed away the pain in his voice.

“I love you, Gavin,” I whispered against his lips.

His eyes widened with shock, and his shoulders dropped, losing some tension. My hands roamed over his defined chest, the ridges of his abs. The lower my hand went, the harder Gavin got. I pulled away from him; my lips were swollen, and both of us were turned on. When I got up, Gavin gave me a quizzical look. I dropped to my knees in front of him, my eyes not leaving him, as his mouth dropped in surprise.

He gulped when my hands met the waistband of his boxers. When I started to pull them down, he lifted his hips. His dick was hard and almost angry-looking. I looked at him as I lowered my mouth to his cock.

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