Chapter 21

Winnie

“U h,” I say as Gavin pulls into the parking lot of the nearest available inn and our headlights illuminate the building. “Are we sure this is the right place?”

I squint as though that’ll help me see better, through the darkness and steady rain sluicing over the windshield. The scene in front of me is blurred and distorted, so maybe it’s not as bad as it looks. Still, it does not match the charming pictures I googled. Perhaps it did twenty years ago…?

Gav whistles under his breath. “Pooh Bear, I think our rom-com might be turning into a horror flick.”

I laugh, even though he might not be joking. “This does look like the kind of place people go to get chopped up.”

Paint peels from all sides of the compact Victorian house. The wooden boards of the porch look termite-chewed. Inside, soft warm lights radiate a welcoming glow, but even from the car, I can see the curtains in the windows are faded and ragged .

He reaches over and pushes some hair behind my ear, his fingertips grazing my earlobe. The gesture is innocent but I still shiver. “I solemnly swear I’ll protect you from the ax murderers.”

“Very chivalrous, but what if they chop you up first?” I joke.

“We could just ride the storm out in the car, I guess?”

That would work if I didn’t have to pee. And the steady downpour is not helping.

“Um, I think I drank too much wine with dinner to do that.”

“Gotcha.” He pulls into a space as close to the door as he can get and shuts off the engine. There are plenty of other cars around, at least.

“Okay.” He twists, reaching between his seat and mine, rummaging in the back seat. “Fuck. I know I don’t have an umbrella but I was hoping there was something you could put over your head so you won’t get wet.”

I giggle. “Gav. This won’t be the first time a Hammer brother has gotten me wet, I promise. Hell, this won’t be the first time you’ve gotten me wet.”

He closes his eyes for a second, ruefully shakes his head. “Damn, woman, forget ax murderers. You’re going to kill me, looking at me like that… saying things like that .” Then he looks at me again. “So… you still wanna get a room?”

“Definitely.”

We decide to make a run for the covered porch, and hope we don’t fall through the wood before we reach the door. He comes around to my side of the car, which means he’s drenched by the time I get out, and together we race to the porch .

I’m soaked to the bone and my teeth are already chattering.

Thank God the door is unlocked. He ushers me inside.

A wave of warmth envelopes us, emanating from the crackling fireplace, but it isn’t particularly cozy, not when all the furniture is frayed and the smell of the room reminds me of a carpeted diner that still has a smoking section.

I finally noticed the strange woman staring at us from behind the front desk. She has mismatched eyes and a weird blend of Victorian and modern attire, with a frilly collared button up shirt under a zip-up hoodie.

“Welcome to the Creekside Inn,” she says in a weathered voice.

“Thanks,” Gav says. “Please tell me there’s room for us.”

She laughs. “Yeah, storm’s driving a lot of people our way, but I do have something. Only thing is… Did you two recently get married?”

Gav glances back at me, quizzical. “No,” he tells her. “But I hope one day I’ll be that lucky. Why?”

She laughs again. “All we have available is the honeymoon suite. It’s… something else.”

The honeymoon suite.

“We’ll take it,” Gavin says, pulling out his wallet and handing her a credit card.

“We dripped water all over the floor,” I say apologetically.

“Won’t be the first,” she says. “I’ve got a mop. No worries. But let me get y’all some extra towels.”

“She seems nice,” I whisper .

“So, definitely an ax murderer?” Gavin jokes in a low voice. I nod and laugh.

But when we’re in the room, my laughter dies.

“Is it just me or do you feel like you’ve walked inside a box of Valentine’s Day candy?” Gav asks.

I feel like I am literally in a room designed for people to lose their v-cards. In the 70s, maybe, but still.

Everything is red. The wallpaper. The carpeting. The bed.

“Um. The bed is heart-shaped.”

“I see that,” Gavin says. “Wonder if it vibrates.”

Oh my God.

“Here. You’re trembling.” He wraps a towel around my shoulders.

We begin drying off. I’m wondering exactly what to do because my gorgeous dress is soaked but it’s not like I have a change of clothing.

Gavin is stripping down with zero reservations. Off goes his shirt. Off come his pants. He’s wearing skin tight gray boxer briefs, and he’s so big he fills the entire front pouch.

I excuse myself and go into the bathroom where I discover that, thankfully, my panties and bra have barely been damped by the rain.

I spot a hairdryer. I’m not going to dry my hair–that would take forever. But it’s fine if that’s what Gav thinks I’m doing.

Taking off my panties and bra, I quickly dry them, before putting them back on. Then I wrap a towel around myself .

Of course, it doesn’t go all the way around. If I tried to dry the dress with a hairdryer, it would ruin it. I’m not going to take that chance. But I can’t put it back on wet either.

The Hammer brothers haven’t even seen me in a bathing suit since high school. Am I ready to have sex with one of them? All of them? Yes and yes. Am I ready for any of them to see me naked or even mostly naked yet? No.

What if he sees all of me and is turned off?

There’s a light knock on the door.

Shit.

“Hey,” Gav’s voice says. “There are some very fluffy robes out here. They’re red, of course, but they’re super warm. Do you want–”

I open the door a crack and hold out my hand. “Yes, please.”

After I’m fully covered, I go back out.

“Well,” I say.

He’s wearing one of the robes, too, but where I have mine firmly tied shut, his falls open, revealing a hell of a lot of sexy.

“I think I’m supposed to volunteer the sleep on the floor–”

I’m still cold from being soaked to the bone.

“Shut up and get in the bed, Hammer.” I’m already pulling back the blankets–velvet–and crawling underneath.

Gavin laughs. “Well. When you put it that way.”

He sheds his robe completely and slides in next to me.

A rush of nerves flutters through me. “So… wanna watch some TV? ”

“First,” he replies, and his eyelids are heavy, his pupils dilated as he props himself up on one elbow on his side, gazing down at me. “I don’t think there is a television, and second, even if there was… no.”

He lowers his head, his eyes drifting closed as his mouth finds mine. He pries my lips open with the tip of his tongue.

The second I feel his tongue ring, I’m lost. I have no idea how long we make out for, but when I finally stop things, Gavin is fully on top of me. My knees are bent, thighs spread, and he’s been between them, working his hips, pressing against me in slow, languid strokes as our tongues dance.

I should’ve known my panties didn’t have a snowflake’s chance in hell of staying dry.

But my robe has come untied and fallen open and his hands are roaming, exploring and it’s not that I don’t like it. I do. It’s just that… I feel the deep, burning need to apologize for my rolls.

Fuck.

“Everything okay?” he asks.

I want him–and all of my boys–to see all of me. To love all of me. I don’t want to feel like I have to hide my parts.

And for once, it’s not my dad’s voice I hear. It’s Gavin’s. He hasn’t spoken aloud, but I hear his words from the other night, telling me I’m the bravest person he knows.

Am I brave if I can’t even show one of the men I love my body?

We’re in the freaking Honeymoon Suite .

It’s tonight, I decide. Tonight I will get naked. With Gavin Hammer.

And if he doesn’t run away screaming when he sees me, maybe tonight I will finally, finally have sex, too.

I feel like I’m going to have a heart attack, possibly keel over and die right here amidst all this red and velvet, but I stand up. And I slip off my robe off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, and stand before him in only my underwear.

His eyes rove over my body, taking in every dimple and curve. I force myself not to think about how many there are, try not to think about him seeing what I see whenever I look in the mirror.

“Fucking hell, Winnie,” he murmurs. He moves over to the edge of the bed. Reaching out, he pulls me closer. My heart is a thousand horses racing around a track. His gaze is hungry as he takes in every inch, then his hands join in, running up and down my waist, my arms, my thighs. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”

His hands find my hips and he urges me closer, planting a kiss against my belly as his hand goes between my thighs.

As his fingers push the thin fabric of my panties aside, I take a deep breath and reach around to unhook my bra, tossing it… who cares where.

“Goddamn. These tits, Pooh Bear.” He sounds anguished and I smile.

“A phrase never uttered in the history of time–” I begin but he stands up, cutting me off with another kiss, before he drops his head to said tits and latches on. His tongue ring finds my sensitive nipple immediately. I buck into him, moan. I’m holding onto his shoulders, my nails digging in, barely standing up.

“Gavin. Gav. I want you inside me.”

“Fuck, Win. I need to be inside you.” His voice is raw, rasping. He sweeps me off my feet and puts me back in the bed. “I need to tell you something first, though.”

Reality pulls me out of the lust-induced stupor. What could he possibly need to tell me first?

Then I giggle. “Gav, I know it’s big. Everyone heard the prom night story.”

He was dating Brie Courtland, the most popular girl in school. Rumor has it they got a hotel room for after, where they planned to do it for the first time… until she saw his cock, and ran into the hall crying, terrified by its sheer girth.

“That was made up,” he laughs. “But, seriously.”

He perches on the edge of the bed. “You know what a Prince Albert piercing is, right?”

My mouth falls open a little and a little urch noise escapes from the back of my throat. “Are you trying to say…”

“I have one piercing you’ve never seen, yeah.”

My face has never been so flushed. Blood is pounding in my ears… and… other places.

“I can take it out if it makes you uncomfortable–”

“It doesn’t!” I burst out, moving so that I’m on my knees. “I want to see.”

He smiles as I sit beside him. He leans to kiss me again, but I place a hand on his chest, stopping him .

Oh my God, his nipple rings. I want to swipe them with my lips…

Don’t get distracted by his nipples rings.

“I have to tell you something, too,” I say. I don’t know why but it feels important for him to know.

“Do you have a piercing I haven’t seen?” His hand is on my knee, gently stroking.

I shake my head. “It’s not that. And it’s really not a big deal. I don’t want to make it a big deal, but… I’m a virgin.”

His eyebrows go up a little, but his fingers keep dancing across my skin. “Oh.” He pauses. “Mind if I ask why?”

I shrug. “I mean I haven’t actually dated much, as you know. Does it… make a difference?”

He shakes his head. “Not at all. But… don’t you want to wait and decide which one of us is… you know. Your favorite?”

“Nope.” I shake my head. “No. Not at all. I want it to be you , Gavin Hammer. Right here, right now. In the Honeymoon suite of the Creepside Inn.”

He laughs, but his eyes are very, very serious.

“You’re the one who told me I could have whatever I want,” I remind him.

He swallows hard and I have never seen such desire in my life as I see in his eyes.

“I did say that, didn’t I?”

And then we’re kissing again. He pushes me back against the pillows, but instead of joining me, he stands, hooks his thumbs in his waistband and strips out of his underwear. His cock springs free.

Oh my. Everything about him is impressive. He climbs into bed, his mouth on my nipple, pulling my sensitive skin with his teeth as he moves on top of me. I reach between his legs so I can hold him, and he groans when my thumb brushes the barbell glinting from his tip.

He’s so big – bigger than my Gavin dildo, which I was sure had him beat. I want to stroke him, find out what he tastes like, but before I can, he sits up on his knees so he can strip off my panties and then he settles himself between my legs, taking a hungry lick.

“Mmm, juicy girl. The best dessert,” he says with a growl, as if I truly taste better than our Creme Br?lée.

All I can do is moan. And that’s before he adds one finger, then two. He pumps into me as he licks, and I want to cry for him to take me now, but I can’t even manage a word, only encouraging babbling.

“I have condoms made especially for my kind of piercing, in case you’re worried about it breaking,” he says against my clit, in between licks and kisses, “but you should also know I was tested a few weeks ago. All clean, of course.”

I blink down at him, but he doesn’t seem to notice the wheels working in my head as I process his words.

“I’m on the pill,” I announce.

He stops abruptly and looks at me. I don’t want to tell him why I’m on the pill – my crystal clear skin is my only vanity, and it’s too embarrassing. But I do add, “I mean, if you don’t want to use a condom. Obviously I’m all clean, too. ”

His eyes fill with pure fire, and he crawls his way along my body, his hands touching and stroking my skin, making me writhe with matching desire as he nestles his cock between my legs.

He rocks his hips and a zap of pleasure strikes as his pierced crown rubs against my clit. We moan together and when he looks into my eyes, the arousal I see in his face is overpowering.

I roll my body up into him, pressing the rock hard length of him against me. I need him so badly.

“Ready, baby?” He whispers, kissing me.

I nod, enthusiastically.

“Good. I promise I’ll be gentle–”

“ No ,” I say, grinding against him. “I don’t want gentle. I want you to take me hard and fast.”

His forehead creases. “For your first time?

“Gav. It’s not like I have a cherry to pop. The dildos, remember? Lots of dildos. You’re not going to hurt me.”

“But I want your first time to be–”

“Special?” I shimmy against him, equal parts horny and frustrated.

We are perfectly lined up. I’m so wet that the tip of him slips in, just enough to remind him I’m ready. Wanting. Desperate.

He groans again, equally desperate .

“Please, Gav. My first time will be special. It’s with you . Now let me be clear. I want you to fuck me like you desire me, so wildly–”

With one hard thrust, he’s inside me. He feels so good that I lose the ability to speak, my eyes filling with tears, overwhelmed with emotion.

“Oh, yesss, just like this…” I breathe. I want to move against him, fuck him back, but I’m too full to move.

As I gaze up into his eyes, I’m not expecting to see laughter mixed in with the lust.

“I’m only halfway in, Pooh Bear.”

He’s only…?

With another hard thrust, I’m speared by pure pleasure, so deep I can hardly breathe. It ripples through me, fizzing every one of my nerves. He moans a stream of worshipful words as he gazes down at me.

When he pulls out, the sensation is so much more than anything I’ve ever felt before. I need him back, every inch of that luxurious thickness.

“This how you want it, baby?”

I cry out his name as he plows into me again, his eyes black with passion. So good. He feels so good–

Then he pulls out and in a quick flash, flips me over, onto my stomach.

“Let me see it all baby,” he says, pulling me onto my knees, my ass up in the air. He runs a hand over me, squeezing and giving me gentle slaps, trailing his fingers through my wetness .

With my ass on full display, I start to feel embarrassed, but as I glance back at him, I see him on his knees behind me, licking his lips as he stares at me. Deftly, he removes his piercing. Then he lines himself up at my entrance again.

“Ready to fly to the stars, Win?” he asks, voice thick as he drives into me.

From this angle, he hits so much deeper. The pleasure is so good, even as it borders on pain, that it makes me cry out, loud and long. My breasts bounce, and he bends over me to run his hands up and down my back, and around to palm them. He touches me everywhere, but he doesn’t stop pumping his hips. Driving into me again and again, plunging into me so deep it feels like he’s piercing through to my soul. He pushes me past sensory limits so high I didn’t know they were possible.

I feel it, then, an intensity building deep in my belly. I’m going to come and it’s going to be explosive.

I whimper, arching my back, spreading my legs wider.

“Let go, baby, come on,” he coaxes. “Come for me.”

I’ve had orgasms plenty, but this one is next-level. With Gavin’s cock to ride through it, fucking me harder and faster than ever, the build up is too much, too delicious to handle. The sounds that I make as the first wave hits me is like that of a drowning creature, I’m sure. I’m keening and babbling and crying, pushing my ass back against him to stroke him harder, have even more of him, every gorgeous bit of him, as I tip over the edge.

“Fuck, baby.” He’s panting hard, slicked with sweat. “You feel so fucking good, milking my dick like this. I never want it to end. ”

But then he groans, and curses, grinding me hard one last time before his body shudders around me with his release.

We collapse together. I’ve never felt so fulfilled. Neither one of us can even talk as he manages to wiggle his body higher up the bed, next to me.

He looks as sated as I am, his eyelids droopy, his smile soft.

“That was…” he starts to say, too blown away to even finish the sentence.

“Yeah,” I agree, as he pulls me to his chest, wrapping his arms around me. I’m too drained to say more. Too drained to move. Too drained to think.

As I close my eyes, drifting away on a cloud of satisfaction, there’s only one thing I know with full conviction:

I can’t wait to have more.