She snickered. “Gavin. I can just imagine the group directors’ faces if I wore this to our next meeting.” She dissolved into more laughter. “Sorry. That was too funny.”
He had a sour thought. “Yeah, well, just don’t wear it around Swanson. He’d take the invite and run with it. I still don’t like that guy.”
“Oh, stop.” She looked so pretty, smiling at him. “Can we talk about your groupies at the gym?”
He groaned. “No, don’t ruin this.”
“Well, you already mentioned Swanson. I don’t normally think of him when my breasts are hanging out and my boyfriend is all tied up. So I think I’m entitled.”
She’d used the b-word. He felt another thrill. “Go for it.”
“Why them? I mean, I get wanting sex. But why those women at the gym? You work there.”
He groaned. “It was stupid. But the thing is, I didn’t think I’d still be working there, not this long. When I first left the military and returned to the States, I told you. I was messed up. I tried working for my dad’s company. That sucked, and I left after a month. I’m not a corporate suit-and-tie type of guy. Then I tried another job at a staging company through my mom. Not a good fit either. Mostly because I was doing all the work while those lazy humps sat back and drank coffee for four of their eight-hour days. I thought about work at a construction company. But the, ah, the loud noises kind of bothered me.”
She narrowed her eyes and nodded. And she continued petting him, which was just perfect. He’d tell her anything she wanted to know if she kept that up. She had a hell of an insidious interrogation technique.
“So I’d started going to the gym. At first, because I needed to release some stress. Landon was already a member, and I really like Mac. He’s a great guy.”
“Yeah, so I’ve heard.”
“I started working there, and I was in a bad place mentally. So when these women came on to me, wanting to get laid, I thought, why not? None of them wanted any entanglements. I sure as hell didn’t. And I didn’t think I’d spend more than a month or two at the gym. It was doubtful I’d see them again.”
“So you had random hookups with gym members.”
He scowled. “Hey. My story. No, they weren’t random. They were planned,” he said primly and saw her roll her eyes. “You know, Zoe, I’m worried about you. Do you think you might have a condition? Your eyes tend to roll a lot while we talk. Might want to see a doctor about that.”
She snorted. “Continue, Romeo.”
“This is awkward. You really want to know about my past sexual history while we’re naked?”
She nodded. “I’m not a fan of your groupies. I’ve heard the stories about how good in bed you are, and that you’re hung like a moose.”
“Better that than a ferret.”
She laughed at that.
“Look. I was no saint. Not even trying to say I was. But I’m not normally such a horndog. I was just… I needed something, and they gave it. But it didn’t last. And sadly, I’m embarrassed to say, it didn’t mean anything.”
Her hands found his chest and she started massaging him, easing the tension he hadn’t been aware was building. Gavin sighed. “This, us…this means something. I’m not trying to freak you out. Hell, I don’t know what it means. But it’s more than coming into a warm woman. It’s sex withyou, Zoe.
“I can’t promise much these days, but I can promise I won’t fuck around on you. Having fun, being with you like this, I want it. And as long as you want it too, life is good.”
Life would be better if he’d stop saying this shit out loud and giving her the opportunity to tie it off, ending it because he kept being so fucking honest about not being able to commit.Stop telling her you’re messed up. She knows it already. Don’t remind her.He might have to rethink this honesty policy.Time to talk to Lee again.
Zoe shrugged. “Makes sense to me. It works until it doesn’t work. Why screw with a good thing?”
He melted under a wave of relief and her hot hands. “Exactly.”
“Now, how about you stop sharing while I massage your poor muscles. Then, when I’m good and ready, I’ll untie you.”
Lulled by the promise of more pleasure, he relented. No more talking, only a few groans of satisfaction when she hit several sore spots from his workout yesterday.
They lay together, touching, close, and he wanted to hold the moment and never let it go.
“Falling asleep on me, hmm?” she teased, lying between his thighs as she kneaded his quads.
“Not really.” Great. He sounded sleepy. Except his body was turning stiffer as she worked some of his adductor muscles, the ones leading up and under his balls. His dick spiked when she started kissing her way up the insides of his thighs. “Ah, Zoe?”
She kissed his inner thigh, her cheek brushing him so intimately, and he moaned. Then her mouth was there, taking him, gently sucking one ball while cupping and rubbing the other.
“Zoe, shit. Baby, so good.”
Her mouth worked miracles, turning him fully erect, and then some, in the span of seconds. She slid her lips over his balls to his shaft, licking him from base to tip while she played with him, her hands in all the right places. She held him, stared into his shocked gaze, then slid those red lips over his cockhead and down.
Another memory he committed to never forgetting. Before she robbed him of the ability to think altogether. Because Zoe was a good girl,sucha good girl.
