Part 3 (1/2)

Decklan may have had a strict rule about f.u.c.king the same girl more than once, before Kimber of course, but I'm a firm believer that a good p.u.s.s.y is a good p.u.s.s.y, no matter how many times you f.u.c.k it.

Jenny is my favorite go to. She's a feisty ginger that likes it rough and will take it any way I want to give it to her. While the women willing to let me stick my c.o.c.k in them are a dime a dozen, very few are as adventurous as Jenny and right now, that's exactly what I need.

The phone rings for a third time before her bubbly voice comes across the line.

”Well if it isn't Gavin Porter.” I can hear the smile in her voice.

”Jenny.”

”I haven't heard from you in weeks. I was starting to think you were tired of me,” she jokes.

”You busy?” I waste no time with pleasantries.

”Not at all.” Her voice drops low.

”I'll be there in fifteen.”

”Come on up. The door's unlocked,” she purrs.

She's clearly not the least bit disturbed that I'm calling her for s.e.x at ten thirty in the morning. Just another reason why she's the number I chose to call and not any of the others that I have lined up.

I end the call without another word, grabbing my keys off the back counter. Crossing toward the front, I slide the lock into place and then head out back where my truck is parked.

I may not be able to shake Harlee Travers out of my f.u.c.king head, but I am d.a.m.n sure I can f.u.c.k her out of it.

Chapter Four.

Gavin Sweat pours off my back as I pound relentlessly into Jenny from behind, taking her so forcefully that she can barely manage to keep her feet planted on the ground. I roll my hips, letting the pleasure crawling up my spine take hold.

I ignore the voice in the back of my head; the one telling me that no matter how hard I f.u.c.k this girl, I won't be able to shake the nagging feeling that has plagued the pit of my stomach for the last month. But that doesn't mean I'm not desperate to try. I increase my speed, my body now teetering on the verge of exhaustion.

Jenny gives me no indication that she can tell something is off. It's been less than ten minutes and already she is falling apart below me for the second time. Her o.r.g.a.s.m causes her to clench down around me, making her already tight p.u.s.s.y feel even tighter. I dig my fingers into her hips and thrust harder, losing myself in the sound of our two bodies slamming together; in the cries of pleasure sounding from beneath me.

It's f.u.c.king exhilarating.

A low growl forms at the base of my throat as I feel the build finally start to creep its way up. Harder and harder I plunge until finally I feel myself explode, spilling my load into the too tight condom.

Two more thrusts and I collapse down onto Jenny's back, my breath coming in short spurts as I try to catch it.

”That was...” Jenny pants out. ”That was...” She tries again. ”f.u.c.k me, Gavin.” She sighs into the mattress, turning her head to the side.

Without a word, I push up. Pulling my softening erection from her, I slide off the condom and drop it into the trash can that sits next to her bedside table. Snagging my pants from the floor, I have both legs in and am sliding the material over my hips before she even makes an attempt to move.

”Where are you going?” She seems disappointed.

”I got s.h.i.+t to do.” It's not a lie but it's not the complete truth either.

Sure I've got s.h.i.+t to do but not for a few hours and even then I'm sure I could get out of it. Working the bar is not a requirement; I do it because I love it. I love the simplicity of it. It's probably my favorite part of owning the bar.

”You can't stay an hour longer?” She rolls to her back, her small, perky t.i.ts on full display. ”I think I could persuade you.” She gives me a wicked smile, her tongue darting across her bottom lip.

”Told ya, got s.h.i.+t to do.” I finally locate my s.h.i.+rt tucked half way under the bed. Leaning down, I s.n.a.t.c.h it up, throwing it over my head in a matter of seconds.

”I'll call you later.” I throw her a backward glance before quickly exiting the bedroom, not sticking around to hear what I'm sure she was about to say.

I'm downstairs and pus.h.i.+ng my way outside before I even have my jacket all the way on, determined to get the f.u.c.k out of here as quickly as possible.

It's nothing Jenny did, of course, she was f.u.c.king incredible per usual. It's more of where my f.u.c.king head is at right now. What the f.u.c.k is wrong with me? I haven't been myself since my last exchange with Harlee that night at the cemetery. While I think of her less and less as the days pa.s.s, Kimber mentioning her this morning was like striking a match to the box, and suddenly everything came back to life.

I don't want to f.u.c.king picture her with another man, let alone have to witness it happen right in front of me. I was looking forward to the party Thursday night. Now I wish like h.e.l.l I could find a way to get out of going altogether.

How does one go about getting out of a party they are hosting?

Climbing in my truck, I fire the engine to life and crank up the heat. Unfortunately, only cold air billows from the vents because the vehicle hasn't had a chance to heat up. It's f.u.c.king freezing outside today despite the sun s.h.i.+ning brightly overhead.

Dropping my head to the cold leather of the steering wheel, I let out a frustrated growl. What the f.u.c.k is it about this girl that has me so f.u.c.king obsessed with her?

Sure she's beautiful, but she's not the only f.u.c.king pretty female in the world. So what is it exactly that has me so strung up and not able to shake her?

I guess there's only one way to find out...

I have to f.u.c.k her again. I have to look into those beautiful eyes and watch her come undone with my c.o.c.k deep inside her. I have to know once and for all why she seems to have this f.u.c.king hold on me.

With that, my tension relaxes. The heaviness seems to float away and for the moment, I feel somewhat normal again. I can't believe it took me so long to come to this conclusion. Maybe that's the issue. She's the only woman I have ever denied myself.

I have only been trying to stay away from her to not make Decklan's life any more difficult, but given that he seems to be doing better than ever, I think it's safe to a.s.sume he couldn't care less what I do.

Besides, I can only take this so far before I lose my f.u.c.king s.h.i.+t. My nature is revolting against me. I am not built to deny myself what I want and as such, this is my punishment.

”Then go f.u.c.k her, you stupid f.u.c.k.” I can hear exactly what Decklan would say if I went to him with this issue. He knows me better than anyone. He knows I am incapable of holding out forever. Honestly, I'm surprised I've lasted this long.

The fact that she has a boyfriend doesn't hinder my resolve in the least. She may be his right now, but come Thursday night it will be my c.o.c.k buried inside of her.

”What the f.u.c.k?” The words fall from my mouth as my baby sister Charlie walks into the foyer and hits me with a brilliant smile. ”What the h.e.l.l happened to you?” I can't believe how grown up she looks.

”Good to see you, too, a.s.s.” She smiles widely before throwing her arms around my neck. ”G.o.d I've missed you.” She squeezes me incredibly tight.

”I've missed you, too,” I admit, smiling down at her the moment she releases her grip on me. ”What the f.u.c.k are you doing home?” I ask, sliding out of my jacket before tossing it onto the armchair that sits just inside the living room.

”I just needed a break.” She lets out a slow breath, tucking a strand of long dark hair behind her ear.