“We do?” he asks, confusion written all over his pretty face. We wave goodbye to the guys, and walk out of the shop. “Where are we going?”
“You, my bestest bestie, are taking me to your favorite lingerie shop.” I know how obsessed he is with his lace and after Gavin told me about one of his dreams, I knew Jordan could hook me up. My ulterior motive is to soften him up before I let him in on the fact that he has a job interview tomorrow afternoon.
“No way,” he squeals and I nod. “Oh, Sunshine, thank you, thank you, thank you. So what are we thinking? Corset? Stockings? Manties?”
Oh boy, what did I get myself into?
CHAPTER 18
GAVIN
“Dinner was delicious, Jordan,” I tell him again for maybe the fourth time because fuck that man can cook. I’m helping him clean the dishes, while Pete is packing a bag to spend the weekend with me at my place. Tomorrow we have Nyx’s birthday party so this saves him making a trip to his apartment to get changed.
“Glad you liked it. I needed to let off some steam tonight, and what’s better than making ravioli from scratch.” I stare at him, because I’m not sure if I should ask him what's wrong. I don’t think we are at that level of friendship yet and I don’t want to make him uncomfortable in case he stops feeding me.
“Come on, Jordy.” Pete saves me by reappearing in the kitchen. “You know at least four ways more fun than that to let off steam.”
“Oh yeah? And what are those?” Jordan smirks at my boyfriend, waiting for an answer.
“On your knees, on all fours, cowboy and reverse cowboy.” We both laugh at Pete’s casual tone and nonchalant shrug.
“Well I’m game, Gavin are you in?” he teases.
“Fuck you very much, bitch. Come on, Grumpy, before I decide to claw out my best friend’s eyes.” I chuckle as Pete practically bares his teeth at his best friend and Jordan just blows Pete a kiss.
As soon as the door closes behind us I wrap my arms around Pete and whisper in his ear, “Doyou needto blow off some steam, Jellybean?” I can feel the shiver that runs through his body.
“With you? Always.” He palms my chest. “And I have a surprise for you.” His eyes glow with mischief. I pick him up bridal style and hurry to my truck.
The ride home is a blur with my hand on his thigh, massaging constantly. I purposefully avoid touching his groin, because I don’t plan to fuck him somewhere on the roadside. My bed is where this is going to happen. Pete must be on edge too because I’ve never seen him sitting so still, he’s not known for his patience.
As we step on the pavement outside my apartment I swoop down to pick him up again. Pete squeals with excitement but I don’t set him down until we’re in my bedroom and he wiggles out of my hold. He looks up at me through his lashes as he pushes on my chest to take a step back from me.
“Now, strip and get on the bed, Big Guy.” I look at him suspiciously. He’s planned something? I lose my clothes in record time, my cock springing free, hard and heavy between my legs. Climbing onto the bed, I get comfortable against the headboard, barely taking my eyes off him as I reach into the nightstand for supplies. Now I’m ready for whatever he’s got for me. He’s doing something with his phone at the moment. Is he texting someone?
“Everything okay?” I ask, concerned. Maybe something happened. But when he looks up, cheeks pink with excitement, I exhale with relief.
“Yup, everything is perfect.” He winks and a sexy smile lights up his face. “Or at least it will be in a few seconds.” The sound of music coming from his phone makes my eyes widen. Holy mother of… is he going to... Britney Spears’ sensual voice speaks along the beat of ‘I’m A Slave 4 You’, and Pete starts to move his hips to the rhythm of the song. I can’t decide if this is Heaven or Hell.
Although the beat is fast, he doesn’t hurry. He takes his time losing his jacket, brushing his fingers down his arm, when he takes off the sleeve. He’s making a show out of every move he makes. My pulse is off the charts. I can feel every muscle and nerve in my body vibrating, I can hear my heart pounding in my ears despite the sensual music. Everything else falls away. There is only him.
Wanting to get closer to him I move to sit at the foot of the bed. My eyes stay on him the whole time. I don’t want to miss a second of it.
“You’re so sexy.” He steps between my spread legs and turns his back to my front. Making a snake-like movement he sits his still-clothed ass on my aching dick. “Can I touch you?” If he says no, I’m going to combust.
At first I’m not sure if he heard me but while he’s still grinding against me, he takes my hands and guides them to the hem of his shirt.
“Take it off,” he whispers huskily. Fuck yes. I act swiftly not having the same amount of patience as he does. As soon as it hits the floor my hands are all over his smooth naked skin. Tracing the lines of his body, I circle the bud of his hard nipples, pinching until he gasps and moans. His lust-filled expression makes my dick pulse and throb between my legs. Such a needy boy.
Moving my hands slowly down his body I pause when I reach his pants, he doesn’t stop me so I slowly pop his button and slide down the zipper. The sound of it is like music to my ears. My fingers brush over lace and a long low growl leaves my throat and my fingers move to grip his hips.
“Show me,” I demand, my voice sounding like gravel even to me. Pete looks at me over his shoulder and winks again as he stands up in front of me. Resuming the sway in his hips he teases me by brushing the waistband of his pants but I’ve reached my breaking point. I yank them down and right there, before my eyes stands my gorgeous man with bright pink lace covering his mouth-watering ass.
“You like? I went shopping after work.” I can hear the amusement in his voice and then the gasp when I lean forward and bite his flesh through the lacy fabric. It’s soft against my tongue but I need to taste his skin. Although watching him in this tempting scrap of material, dancing in the middle of the room could get me off, I’m sure of it, I want more.
“Please tell me you bought more than one pair,” I say, turning him around to admire the view of his front side. I slip my fingers under the waistband with barely restrained control.
“Of course, I did.” His tone tells me it was a stupid question, but the realization of why I asked dawns on him when I tug hard and rip them off his hips, the torn material hanging from my fingers. “Oh fuck. That was so hot.” He gasps when I drag my fingers down his legs to help him step out of his pants.
