Page 75 of Pretty Relentless

He pulls back and thrusts forward over and over, setting a fast, hard pace. I can feel my body starting to tighten like a coil, the release I’m desperately seeking just within reach. It’s wild to me how I can go from work-mode to frantically needing him in such a quick amount of time. His touch, the desire he has for me does that.

Every time.

Gavin runs the pad of his finger over one of my hard nipples before pinching it between his thumb and index finger. I gasp, my internal muscles fluttering around him as he continues to drive inside me.

“I’m gonna come, baby. I need to get you there,” he murmurs, slipping his hand between us and swiping it across my clit.

The friction is the gentle push I needed to send me flying over the edge. I come hard, crying out my release as the bliss crashes through me. He follows, thrusting hard and finding his own pleasure. His hips keep moving, which draws everything out until I’m left shuttering and exhausted.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, taking my lips with his in a gentle kiss. “That wasn’t what I was planning to do.”

Throwing my arms around his neck, I pull him close, loving the way his chest feels pressed against mine. “No? If that’s not what you planned to do, I think your original plan might need some work.”

He pokes me in the side and chuckles. “No, I definitely meant to dothat, but I was intending to get you inside my house first. Not take you against your car like a sex-crazed animal.”

I kiss under his chin, right at the spot his facial scruff starts. I’ve learned over our time together; he really likes it when I kiss him there. “Hmm, I might prefer this sex-craved animal side of you.”

“Yeah?” he asks, running his hands down my back. “You bring it out of me. I was planning to introduce you to my kitchen table the moment we got inside, but it appears I was unable to wait.”

“Fine by me,” I murmur softly, resting my face against his chest. I can hear the hard pounding of his heart and find so much comfort in the familiarity.

“Let’s get you inside. It’s not cold out here, but it’s definitely not warm,” he states, slowly pulling back and slipping from my body. He grabs the condom, gently and carefully pulling it off his cock before twisting it closed and tossing it into a nearby trash can.

“I’m comfortable,” I insist. His garage is heated, since he does some woodworking in his free time, but mostly it’s the fact I’m in his arms that causes me to be so content.

“Just think of how comfortable you’ll be when I get you into my bed,” he insists with a wicked smile.

“Hmm,” I hum. “That does sound pretty darn comfortable.”

“Let’s get inside, beautiful. Do you have a bag?”

I shrug, hopping off the top of my car with his help. “I don’t. I mean, you said I wouldn’t need anything, since I’d be naked.”

A Cheshire cat grin spreads across his devastatingly handsome face. “This is very true.”

Slipping my pants back on, I add, “I know I have to leave early, since you’ll have to go get Annabelle. I can shower at home.”

The moment my pants are on, he pulls me into his arms. “Or you can just shower here and use my things. The thought of you smelling like my shampoo and soap brings out this caveman side of me.”

Warmth begins to spread through my veins once more as desire pools between my legs. “I’m okay with that.”

He presses a firm kiss to my lips, one that doesn’t last nearly as long as I’d like, before reaching down and grabbing his shirt. He slips it over my head and carefully pulls it down, helping me slide my arms into the sleeves. He takes in my appearance in his shirt and grins. “I think seeing you in my shirt is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

I bring the sleeve to my nose and inhale, loving the scent of his soap and detergent hanging on the material. “It’s big and warm,” I state, even though it’s T-shirt material. “I might keep it.”

“It’s yours,” he boasts, kissing my forehead. “Come on, beautiful. Let’s get you inside,” he says, reaching down and picking up my discarded sweater. He helps me step into my boots and shoves his feet into a pair of well-worn slip-on shoes.

I ignore the discomfort of my stretched-out panties and walk beside him to his house. He doesn’t seem bothered by the fact he’s not wearing a shirt, and thankfully, the walkway between his garage and house is concealed by trees and his fenced-in backyard. Otherwise, I’m sure the congregation atthe Methodist Church next door would be scandalized by his shirtless chest.

Not that they’re there on a Friday night. The lot was empty when I passed by.

The moment we’re inside the house, he spins me around and presses me against the door. His erection is hard once more, as he rocks his hips against me. “I hope you’re not planning on getting much sleep tonight. If I’m not going to be able to have you for the next week, I’m going to have to try to get my fill tonight.”

I shrug, reaching between us and stroking his erection. “I can sleep tomorrow. Tonight, I’m all yours.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

Gavin

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