Page 38 of This Memory
“Does he know you’re pregnant?”
When Brystol suddenly stopped and spun around, I nearly ran into her. “Yes, as a matter of fact, hedoesknow I’m pregnant. I told him everything. And you know what? He still wanted to kiss me.”
I swallowed down the sudden lump in my throat. Would Brystol keep dating guys, even now? What if this Lucas asshole wormed his way in, and they ended up in a serious relationship? The sudden panic came out of nowhere, and I had to concentrate on keeping my breathing steady. “How do you think Evelyn and Denny would feel about this?”
She let out a humorless laugh. “About a guy kissing me?”
“About you dating someone?”
Her eyes searched my face, and she stepped back, shaking her head. “Why would they care, Gavin? I’m still a woman. I still have needs.”
“Thought you had your vibrators for that.”
The way her eyes turned dark made me instantly hard.
“Sometimes the real thing is the only way to satisfy aneed.”
Before I knew what I was doing, I caged her against the counter, placing my hands on either side of her. Her breathing instantly grew shallow. “Is that what you’re looking for,Bry? A little satisfaction? Someone to take care of the throbbing between your legs?”
Her tongue swept over her lips, and I nearly moaned at the sight. I slowly smiled and ran my knuckles down the side of her face, her neck, the side of her breast…until my hand rested on her hip.
“All I have to do is slip these pants down, and I can take care of that need for you.”
When she didn’t say anything, I moved my other hand to her face, gently swept my thumb over her lips, then trailed it lightly down to her breast. I cupped it, and she closed her eyes and whimpered.
Leaning in, I pressed a kiss under her ear and whispered, “Would you want me to use my hand or my mouth to make you come?”
Her hands came up and grabbed onto my shirt, nearly hitting my radio. Thank fuck I wasn’t wearing a camera or my ass would be fired.
“Which one, Bry?”
She slowly shook her head and closed her eyes.
What I was about to do was risky. The lights were on in the toy store. If anyone drove by, they might be able to see what was happening…but I was so fucking hard, and I’d dreamed of putting my mouth on Brystol’s pussy for as long as I could remember. I didn’t give a shitwhosaw us.
I dropped to my knees in front of her, reached up and pulled down her leggings and panties. Then I stood, lifted her and set her on the counter. She had a dazed look in her eyes, but she still wasn’t saying a word. If she at any moment told me to stop, I would. I’d turn around and leave, no matter how much it killed me.
But her blue eyes seemed to be begging me to keep going.
Grabbing her thigh, I pulled Brystol’s leg wide, opening her for me. The sight of her nearly had me coming in my pants. With my other hand, I swept my thumb up through the soft folds and pressed on her clit, causing us both to moan.
“You’re so fucking wet, Bry.”
She whispered one word. “Gavin.”
That was all I needed. I got back down on my knees, wrapped my hands around her ass, and pulled her to the edge of the counter, giving her pussy a long look before I buried my face between her legs.
Her hands dug into my hair as she sucked in a breath. I wanted to go slow and savor the taste of her, but I knew there wasn’t time for slow. At any moment, she could snap out of her lust-induced haze and push me away. So I sucked and licked her hungrily, like she was my favorite dessert. The moans and whimpers coming from her throat nearly drove me mad.
“Oh God,” she gasped, digging her nails into my scalp and pulling me closer. “That feels…holy fuck!”
I wanted to smile, but more than anything, I wanted to hear her scream out my name. I’d dreamed of it for so many years, and I was so close to that goal it nearly hurt.
Pushing two fingers inside of her, I moved my mouth to her clit. Her hips jerked, and she gripped my head tighter. She was grinding her pussy against my mouth and fingers the best she could, and I could feel my balls pulling up. Holy fuck, I was going to come in my pants like a fucking green teenage boy.
“Yes! Oh God! Yes! Don’t stop, Gavin. Fuck—don’t stop!”
I felt her body tremble as her pussy squeezed around my fingers.
