Chapter 22

Gavin

I n the morning, the room, with its porn flick decor, is even more garish. I kind of like it. But that might be based more on my current emotional state.

I lie awake, Winnie nestled against me, her soft, even breaths providing a soothing backdrop to my thoughts as I play back our night together. Not just the way she felt, tasted, and teased, but the way she stood up for herself, unapologetically asking for what she wanted.

More. Harder. Again. Now.

Christ, what a turn on. It spoke volumes about her newfound self-assuredness, as if she’s finally realizing her worth. I already know damn well that Winnie deserves the entire fucking world, but last night, I couldn’t help but believe she wants me to be the one to give it to her.

I yearn to be the one to give it to her .

Careful not to wake her, I swallow the lump building in my throat and gently disentangle myself from our cozy little love nest as I slide out of bed.

A smile curls her lips, and her eyelids flutter as she dreams. The strawberry scent of her shampoo, mixing with the warmth of her skin, feels more like home than any home does. Her warm copper hair is a vivid contrast to the drab, dark crimson room. She radiates.

As I move away toward the bathroom, she murmurs in her sleep, and I take in her flushed cheeks. The sight alone stirs my desire even further.

Shutting the door behind me, I lean my back against it. I need to get a fucking grip. Now. I can’t let this absurdist reality we’re all suddenly playing at, twist up my heart.

But I know it already is. At the end of the day, my Pooh Bear, my favorite girl, will have to make a choice, and if it’s not me she wants, I’ll long for her for the rest of my damn life.

I turn on the shower, and when the water is next to scalding, I get in, pull the curtain closed and let the spray wash over me.

I wish to hell that I could be bolder, ask her to cast aside my brothers and just be with me.

But I’ll never ask that of her. I’ll do whatever it takes to make her happy. Cherish any moment with her, regardless of the role I play in her life. I want Winnie, I love her, and I’m prepared to support her, even if she chooses a path without me.

Shit, was that a tear?

I duck my head under the stream, removing all trace of it. I’m not one to look down on dudes who cry. But me? I don’t do it a lot. Once, when I broke my collarbone as a kid, falling out of a tree. The other time was during one of our last stupid chats with Goldie, when she wouldn’t stop pushing her questions on me about what I’m going to do without Winnie. Two tears that time, because honestly, Goldie is good at triggering the waterworks. And she had the audacity to ask if I was weeping. Weeping .

Fine, maybe on the inside.

“Gav?”

I clear my throat. “Hey! Morning. Want to come in?”

The shower has steamed up the room and I turn the heat down enough to keep from burning her as she pulls the curtain back.

There’s a playful smile gracing Winnie’s lips as she peers at me. All of me.

Up he goes, I think as I feel my dick on the rise.

She takes my hand and I help her over the tub edge. Fuuuuuck, those tits. By the time she’s under the shower with me, moaning as the hot water sluices over her skin, my dick is fully awake and ready to play.

I grab the soap and suds up my hands, eager to rub all over her.

“Better idea,” she says, taking the soap from me. “I’ll get you clean.”

But instead of lathering me, she lathers her own smooth skin, her eyes locked with mine. She suds up her tits, her belly, the flare of her hips, then reaches for me.

Yes, please. I close the space between us, pull her exactly where she wants to be. She wiggles her hips, sexy, teasing, totally adorable as she rubs her soapy body against mine .

“See? I’m your soap.”

The warm water rinses away the suds, spilling between her tits, and I bend down to lick her skin, tasting pure Winnie. Delicious.

I grab her ass, pulling her tighter against me, and slip my fingers between her legs. Her delight is evident. Her wet, warm body invites me in. Fucking delicious .

“Gav. The point of a shower is to get clean. I don’t think what you have in mind is going to get us very clean…”

She steps back from me, and my fingers slide out. She splashes water playfully at me as I lick them clean.

She raises a brow.

I grin.

“Put your foot here,” I say, guiding her thigh up so she can balance with her foot on the side of the tub.

She does. No questions, only trust as she opens her body to me. I drool at the sight of her. Pink and ready.

“This is kind of embarrassing, “ she says, softly. “Being so exposed.”

I touch her clit and her eyes shut, throat exposed as her head goes back. I slide two fingers into her, using my thumb to circle her hard little nub.

Her eyes are wild when she eventually opens them to look at me.

She fucks me good after that. There’s a space at the back of the tub with room for me to sit, and even though she’s a little shy, I coax her to turn around and sit on my lap. The cry she lets out as I slam up into her is like a siren song that I need to hear, over and over, and thank God she gives it to me. At least until she moans when I twist her nipples a little too roughly as I squeeze her tits. Can those things bounce… They’re heavy in my greedy hands, and I’d really love to turn her around so I can see them again, kiss those rosy buds and lose my tongue in her cleavage. But I’m too riveted by the sight of her ass bouncing in my lap as I hammer into her.

We come together, loud and loose. I have to hold her hips tight to keep her from bucking off me she’s coming so hard.

“Oops, guess I have to wash you again,” she says with a laugh, pulling me back under the stream.

Not a problem, Pooh Bear. I’ll follow you anywhere.