“Is that what this is about?” She stared into my eyes but there was no answer, “it’s because I’m not capable of more.” I lifted my head slightly, “This is all I can manage.”
“I think you’re scared?” she said, a grin urged me on.
We’re not good together, Nik, unless we’re fucking like rampant rabbits.”
“How do you know?” She questioned. Her eyes narrowed to slits.
My hand slid around the back of her neck and yanked her head forward.
“Gav.” I stopped and stared at her. I didn’t give her chance to say anything else; my mouth was on hers, and she was soon kissing me like her life depended on it. I dragged my lips away. “Let’s think on it, yeah.” She palmed my face and kissed me again, gasping, biting, nibbling at my lips and sucking my tongue into her mouth. “Pull your skirt up.” As she dragged it up, it bunched around her slim hips, and I pulled down my zip to pull out my rock-solid dick. She stood and jumped into my arms, and as I repositioned myself, I nudged her entrance and slid inside her, I took her to the nearest wall and fucked her hard. My hipjerked forward with every thrust, her legs tightened around me as she held me closer, and her fingernails bit into the back of my neck. Her low cries and groans made me surge deeper; I couldn’t get any further inside of her. “Fuck, Nik.”
“Yes, Gav,” she whispered and bit my ear lobe. “Harder. I’m gonna come.” I powered into her, her back hitting the wall as I squeezed her arse cheeks in my fingers. She pushed her face into my neck as she exploded. My balls were so tight, one more hard thrust and I was there, spilling inside of her like I hadn’t had sex in weeks.
“Jesus-fucking-Christ.” I panted.
The come down was quick as she fidgeted in my arms. I pulled out of her to let her feet drop to the floor, as she inched her skirt down at the same time. I tucked myself into my jeans and left the room, taking the stairs two at a time until I reached my bedroom and closed the door. I stripped out of my clothes and jumped in the shower. I washed away her scent from my skin, and I tried to come to some conclusion as to why she wanted more with me. She could do so much better than me.
But she was right, it had to end. And it had to end now.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Gavin
I’d been in a weird mood yesterday, and today by the looks of it was going to be no different. I needed to snap out of it. Rolling from my bed, I had a piss andquickly pulled on shorts. As I left the bedroom and started down the hallway, voices filtered up the staircase. I looked at the time and saw it was only nine. I would’ve stayed in bed longer, but damn I needed coffee and food. I was starving, as the grumbling noises my stomach made reminded me.
As I stepped down the last step, my hand threaded through my hair trying to tidy my bed head. First port of call - coffee. As I poured from the fresh pot that had been made by Roman’s housekeeper, and left to stay warm, I stood on the patio and enjoyed the peace for a moment. At least until the caffeine had managed to get into my system anyway. I wasn’t quite ready for Nikki and her snide comments, I’d slept like shit but right now something was bugging me and I wasn’t sure what it was. I was just in a shit mood.
After I’d inhaled some not-so-fresh, humid air into my lungs, I took a gulp of my coffee and headed back inside. Fresh air is UK - home, you don’t get that kind of air here. I wandered back inside and found pastries on a plate. I grabbed one and bit into it, as I went looking to see who was around. I probably should have got dressed before I came down, but there was nothing official on the books for today so, fuck it.
As I walked down the hallway, the voices got louder. Female voices. I peered around the doorway and saw Nikki, Paisley and, oh look at that, the photographer. I plastered a smile to my face, my pastry in one hand, and coffee in the other. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she was dressed even more casually than Sunday. Black leggings covered lean thighs and a hoodie drowned her small frame.
“Morning ladies. And Nikki.” I chuckled to myself as I nodded her way, she was way too easy to fuck with.
“Screw you, Gavin.”Her eyes met mine.
Karen looked between us before she focused her wide eyes on me, a hint of a smile played on her lips, and her gaze flickered to my bare chest again, before swiftly shifting it back to my eyes. I sat myself down on the sofa and leaned back. They oohed and ahhed at some photos. Fucking photos. There was way too much oestrogen in this room. “What we looking at then?” I called out, trying to get involved.
“Photos from the shoot.” Paisley said, her brows pinched, like I should really know. I did know, obviously, because the pretty little photographer’s here. I’m not that stupid, just thought I’d make conversation.
“Okay. So, where’s Rome?”
“On the phone to his agent.” Paisley’s answers were in short supply.
“Well, as his publicist, shouldn’t you be there.” I asked innocently. It was my turn to frown.
“No, it’s pretty straightforward. He can let me know what she said later.” I didn’t say a word, instead I drank my coffee and scoffed the rest of my pastry. It didn’t have the same effect as a full English though, but the bacon here is weird. It’s not like ours back home. Just then, my stomach rumbled. That’s what thinking about proper bacon did to me. I even had the smell stuck up my nose, I wanted it that badly. Maybe I could ask Kevin to bring some back with him next time. I drained the rest of my cup and got back up. “Well, I’ll leave you ladies to coo over a few photos, I’m going for a swim.”
I didn’t get a response as I walked out of the door. To be honest I wasn’t really expecting one. You’d think it was a baby they were admiring; we all knew what women were like with those things.
Thinking about that, in just a few weeks Paisley and Roman were going to have their own. Maybe it was time to cut the apron strings and find an apartment. It’s not like I didn't have the money to pay for it, Roman paid us well. The debt I owed Roman had gone now, and if I have something else to occupy my time, and something else to spend my money on, then just maybe gambling would take a back seat. After the other night… I wasn’t too sure.I’d got the bug again.
All these maybe’s,I thought as I changed into swim shorts then headed back down. The girls were still cackling as I passed the lounge. I left them to their girly shit and headed for the pool. I dropped my towel on the lounger closest to the edge and pulled off my T-shirt. The sun was warm on my back, it was going to be a hot one today, I thought as I moved towards the edge, positioned my body into the diving position and nosedived in. The water wasn’t that cold as I went under, then as I broke the surface, I set about doing some laps.
When we were back home, exercise was the furthest thing from my mind. I was lazy, I knew that. The drugs never helped.I wasn’t bad, whatever bad was, you know, it’s not like I needed rehab or anything. I could stop when I wanted, but they did make me a paranoid bastard. I tried to keep it as far away from Roman as I could, but he always knew. So, when we came out here, and he got this place, I’d promised him, no more. After what he’d done to help get me back on the straight and narrow, it was the least I could do. So, then I’d turned to swimming to pass the time away.
I came up for air, gasping as I pushed through the burning of my lungs, and swam to the other side. I stopped for a minute or so to get my breath, once my lungs were clear enough to breathe easily, I started again. Slower though this time, down to a casual pace as I did another length.
“Sexual tension, buddy?” Roman stood at the side, his arms folded across his chest, and grinned widely as I grabbed for the side. My heartbeat was erratic against my chest as I controlled my breathing back to a normal rhythm again. I gave him the finger as I dipped my head back under the water, and pushed my hair back on my head, then folded my arms on the stone side.
