Page 19 of Tell Me It’s Forever

“I couldn’t bear the thought of being the reason you lose your son,” I whisper. He catches one tear after the other. “I saw him, realized who he is to you, and my heart shattered. I didn’t want you to choose me over him or him over me. I couldn’t put you in that position. I thought… I thought that if I ran, you wouldn’t have to break your family apart.”

For a second, the room is quiet, too quiet. Then Gavin lets out a heavy breath. Without saying a word, he reaches down, wrapping his large, powerful arms around my waist and beneath my thighs, before he lifts me effortlessly off the couch. I gasp as he sits down in the same spot I just vacated, with me in his lap, straddling his thick thighs, facing him.

His hand tangles in the hair at the nape of my neck and he brings his lips down on mine. The kiss isn’t gentle. It’s deep, possessive, and soul-consuming. A kiss meant to wipe away every bad memory, every insult, and every doubt that plagues my mind. His tongue slips inside, deepening with every sweep of our tongues. My head spins, my mind quiets down, and I’m clinging to his shoulders, gasping for air against his lips. When he finally pulls back, barely an inch, his dark eyes are ablaze with pure devotion.

“You’re so damn incredible, Genevieve. So caring. So giving. Always looking after everyone else before yourself, even when it comes to a worthless piece of shit who treated you like scum,” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion as his forehead rests against mine. “I don’t care about blood, and I sure as hell don’t care about a son who acts like a monster,” Gavin swears fiercely. “You didn’t break my family, baby girl. He destroyed his own standing long before you came along. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I love you, Genevieve. Do you hear me? I love you.”

“Gavin.” A lump forms in my throat, and my heart slams against my chest at the sound of those three words falling from his lips.

“I love you,” he repeats, his voice dropping into a low, husky growl. “And I’m going to spend every second showing and telling you exactly how much you mean to me.” His hands move, gliding beneath the hem of my shirt, and with one swift movement, he pulls the fabric up and over my head, tossing it to the side. I sit bare before him in the dim light of my living room. Any time I’m with him, I don’t feel the urge to hide or cover myself, and today isn’t any different.

Gavin looks at me like I’m a masterpiece.

“I love you,” he whispers against my skin, leaning down and pressing a warm, lingering kiss to the soft skin of my shoulder. He shifts his mouth to the slope of my neck to press another kiss there. “I love every inch of you.” His hands move up, his palms cupping the soft weight of my breasts, his fingers gently squeezing and rolling my hardening nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

“Gavin.” A sharp moan fills the room. My back arches into his touch as heat pools low in my belly. “Please.” It comes out as a whimper. My hands drop down to his waist, and I reach for the button fly of his dark jeans, my fingers working frantically to undo them before pushing the heavy denim down. My hips lift up, as do his, to help me push the fabric out of the way. His throbbing cock springs free, hot and rigid against my core.

“Christ, baby girl.” His eyes close as the tip drags through my wetness. When he opens them, there’s zero hesitation. He pulls me down completely on his length, showing only absolute worship and unconditional love. My hands hold on to his shoulders as my hips rock, meeting his short and shallow thrusts.

“I love you, too, Gavin,” I whisper, the truth ringing clear and strong. The moment the words leave my lips, he lets out a groan. The vibration from his chest hits me straight between my thighs. His hands tighten on my hips, his long, thick fingers digging firmly into my skin as his thrusts shift from cautious to deep and demanding.

Every upward snap of his hips sends a wave of heat straight to my core. He lifts himself slightly off the cushion, his hands going beneath my thighs to open me wider, taking full control of the pace. He drives his thick length all the way in, bottoming out until his pubic bone presses against my clit, sending intense waves of pleasure through every nerve ending in my body.

“You’re mine, Genevieve. Forever,” he rasps, his head dropping to my breast, his tongue skating around my nipple. “Every gorgeous, breathtaking inch of you belongs right here with me. Tell me, baby girl. Tell me it’s forever.”

“It’s forever, Gavin. We’re forever,” I gasp, arching my back. My fingers twist in his damp hair. His eyes blaze into mine as he matches my movements, driving upward to meet every single slide of my body. The wetness between my legs fills the quiet living room, and when Gavin hears it, I watch what it does to him.

“Look how well your pretty pussy takes me,” he murmurs, his voice rough with need. “So fucking tight, milking me like you never want to let go.” His broad palm glides up my torso, and he spreads his fingers wide over my ribcage. He goes back to pinching my nipple, sending a spike of pleasure to my core, causing me to clamp hard around his dick and pulse around him.

“Don’t let go.” My head spins. The need, the desire, the tension, it all becomes one. “Gavin, I’m close. God, I’m so close.”

“Take it, baby girl.” His pace accelerates into a faster, punishing rhythm. “Come all over my dick. Show me how much you need me.” His hands lock around my waist, lifting and lowering me with an effortless power while driving himself so deep inside of me over and over again, I swear the world dissolves around us. I throw my head back, and a loud, breathless scream tears up my throat as my orgasm takes hold of my body. The walls of my pussy contract around his thick length, sending wave after wave of intense ecstasy rippling through my body.

“Fuck, baby girl.” My gasp undoes him. What remaining control he has is gone. A guttural roar is pulled from him, and he pulls me flush against his chest. He drives himself up one last time as he loses all restraint, then his hips lock tight against mine as he comes inside me.

We cling to one another, our bodies trembling, our chests heaving. Gavin buries his face in the crook of my neck, kissing my sensitive skin with tenderness, holding me so close I can feel his heart beat against mine. And I never want to move, not from Gavin, not from his lap, and not from his heart.

epilogue

GENNIE

One Month Later

The clinking of silverware, the rich scent of garlic, toasted focaccia, and the bright chorus of familiar laughter fill the atmosphere of our favorite Italian diner. Around our large round table sits the entire crew: Seraphina, Cory, Romy, Alex, Mischa, and Jett for a long overdue girls’ lunch, and the energy at the table is exactly what I didn’t know I needed. Some of the girls are picking at fresh pasta, others are sipping on crisp white wine, and everyone is talking over one another in a beautiful, chaotic way only true friends can understand.

“I swear, I go out of town to work a handful of times, and you broads go and get with your boss, get pregnant, get married, and hook up with the hottest man who paid a hundred grand to go on a date with you,” Jett teases, her eyes sparkling with humor as she gestures across the table before leaning back, twirling a piece of bread in the air with a dramatic sigh. A wave of laughter ripples through the group.

“Well, Jett, you and I can just be single together,” Mischa adds with a casual shrug, taking a sip of her white wine. More giggles erupt, warm and infectious. I take sip of my wine, smiling softly at my friends, feeling a sense of peace settling deep in my bones. My life looked completely different not long ago. The lingering edges of my past are gone, replaced by a deep, unshakable confidence and a love so fierce I still have to pinch myself several times a day to make sure I’m not living in a fairytale dream.

My eyes drift toward the glass doors at the front of the diner, an electric pull tugging at my chest a second before the brass bell chimes. I sense his eyes on me before I even see him.

Gavin pushes through the crowd, looking devastatingly handsome in his signature tailored three-piece suit. Shoulders broad to carry any of my worries, commanding with his presence as he cuts through the throng of restaurant tables with effortlessness. And as always, his dark, intense gray eyes have only one target: me.

The moment his gaze captures mine, the corners of his hard mouth soften into a low, possessive warmth that he reserves exclusively for me. Behind him, the room fills with the rest of the crew, turning the area into an absolute showcase of handsome, powerful billionaire men.

Rafe is behind Gavin, his sharp eyes finding Seraphina’s, the boss turned-lover heat force radiating off him with each step. Next comes Dom, crossing over to slide his arms behind Cory. Their marriage of convenience blossomed into an epic love story straight out of a romance novel, and seeing the way he looks at her makes my heart melt. Then there’s Vik, striding directly toward Romy—a man who quite literally worships the ground she walks on. Without missing a beat, he leans down, his hand going straight to her beautifully pregnant belly, resting there with a gentleness as he presses a deep kiss to her lips. Right behind him is Dante, Alex’s husband, whose sheer alpha aura could rival every man in the near vicinity. He instantly tracks Alex with nothing but love and pride. And bringing up the rear is the lone ranger himself: Nolan.

“Honey, you won’t be single for long,” Jett murmurs, leaning closer to Mischa, hiding her smile beneath her drink, using a tone only our side of the area can hear. Us girls let out another round of laughter, capturing the attention of the men making their way toward us.