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Catherine watched Nina closely as her friend put the finishing touches on dinner.
‘You’re chipper,’ Catherine commented.
‘Am I?’ Nina asked, handing her friend a bowl of pasta tossed with shrimp, basil, and tomatoes.
‘God, this smells amazing.’ Catherine practically leered at the food.
‘Dig in,’ Nina said, chuckling. ‘This recipe made so much more than I thought – do you mind if I see if the guys want to come over?’
‘As long as there’s enough for me to have seconds,’ Catherine said. ‘So, why so bouncy? Did you get back together with Owen?’
‘We were never together,’ Nina reminded her, texting Gavin to extend the dinner invitation.
‘Fine, fine,’ Catherine said with a sigh. ‘Forgive me for using the easiest terminology. Did you?’
Nina was looking at her phone, not realizing she had a smile on her face as she read Gavin’s enthusiastic reply.
‘No,’ Nina said firmly, looking up to see Catherine watching her thoughtfully. ‘What?’
‘It’s Gavin,’ Catherine realized, grinning broadly.
‘What about him?’
‘Gavin is the reason.’ Catherine looked like she was about to burst with excitement.
‘I don’t know what -‘ Nina began.
‘Right,’ Catherine interrupted gleefully. ‘So? How is he?’
‘Cath,’ Nina mumbled in protest, blushing.
‘Wow, he must be really good.’ Catherine seemed stunned. ‘You like him.’
‘Of course I like him,’ Nina said briskly. ‘He’s my friend.’
Catherine smirked. ‘How long?’
‘How long what?’ Nina said.
‘Nina, come on.’ Catherine laughed. ‘How long since you two got together?’
‘We’re not together,’ Nina repeated. ‘I’m not dating him…it’s just –’
‘Just…physical release?’ Catherine teased. ‘How long?’
‘About a week, since my car accident,’ Nina said quietly. She cleared her throat. ‘How are things with Mark?’
Catherine rolled her eyes. ‘Very subtle subject change. It’s good. Very good.’ She winked. ‘Actually,’ she continued. ‘He invited me to Christmas dinner at his grandmother’s.’ She met Nina’s eyes hesitantly.
‘Wow.’ Nina grinned. ‘Almost three weeks ahead of time? That’s awesome.’
‘Yeah, nothing like a low-key holiday to meet the entire family, right?’ Catherine joked, but looked apprehensive.
‘It’ll be fine,’ Nina assured her.
They both looked up at the knock on her door.
‘That was quick,’ Nina said as she let the four of them in. ‘You didn’t even ask what was for dinner.’
‘Does it matter? If you made it, it’s bound to be excellent,’ Keane told her.
‘She’s already feeding you, no need to butter her up,’ Brett said.
Nina laughed, serving them each a heaping bowl of pasta and handing out forks and napkins. They crowded around her table, knowing she didn’t allow dinner on the living room furniture. She sat on one of her barstools, smiling while they all ate in complete silence. She loved cooking, especially when she had people to cook for. The noise and comfort of having several people in her apartment reminded her of her house growing up.
After dinner the guys insisted on cleaning up while she hovered around them, somehow managing to refrain from correcting the way they were doing things. Gavin winked at her and she blushed, he knew how much she was dying to take over and do it herself. They had brought a case of beer, and they played a board game in her living room, laughing and shouting and teasing each other.
The evening came to an end when Catherine gave Mark a meaningful look that no one else missed, and everyone got up to leave. Gavin lingered near the kitchen, raising his eyebrows questioningly at Nina when he caught her eye. She smiled, pointedly running her gaze over his body, and he relaxed, leaning against the doorway of the kitchen. Brett gave him a puzzled look.
‘I’m going to hang out for a while,’ Gavin said casually.
The others glanced from him to Nina, then exchanged looks with each other before saying goodnight. Nina locked the door behind them and turned to him with her arms crossed.
‘So I guess that cat’s out of the bag,’ she said, smirking.
‘Is that a problem?’ he asked, chuckling.
She shrugged. ‘Catherine guessed before you guys got here – it was probably inevitable. So,’ she drawled, walking slowly toward him. ‘What do you want to do now?’
He returned her shrug. ‘Well, now that you mention it…I know a certain wildcat I’d like to let out…’
She giggled. ‘Why do you call me wildcat?’
‘Seriously?’ He grinned. ‘You know why. Let’s just say your Halloween costume was appropriate.’
‘Rawr,’ she said playfully, her eyes twinkling.
Gavin lunged for her and she gave a small shriek, running toward the bed while laughing. She climbed onto the bed and Gavin caught her around the waist, his chest pressed against her back.
‘Gotcha,’ he said, his lips tickling her ear.
She giggled as his hands unfastened her jeans and dragged them off her legs. She started to turn but he stopped her with his hands on her waist, pulling her up so her back was resting against his chest. He slid her shirt off before unhooking her bra, trailing kisses down her neck, running his hands down her body until he reached her panties.
‘Well, this just will not do. You are still far too overdressed,’ he told her, hooking his thumbs under the waistband and edging them down her hips.
Nina’s laugh quickly turned into a moan as he removed the last of her clothes. Her skin felt like it was on fire, and he had barely touched her so far. Being with Gavin was unlike anyone else she had been with, in the past she had enjoyed sex immensely, but she was realizing it was nothing in comparison to this. She assumed it was because they were such good friends it was simultaneously fun and comfortable and so incredibly hot as well.
She pressed back against his crotch and he stopped his hands to grip her, sucking in his breath. Gavin leaned forward, lowering Nina until she was lying on her stomach, then pulled her underwear off the rest of the way. He stretched out on top of her, kissing the back of her neck and stroking the length of her body. She let out a whimper and started writhing beneath him.
‘Take off your clothes,’ she demanded.
‘Or what?’ he teased, biting her earlobe.
She sighed. ‘Fine, don’t. We could always just watch TV.’
His breath tickled her back when he chuckled.
‘You’re so bossy,’ he murmured, pushing himself off her reluctantly.
He quickly whipped his shirt off and tore off his jeans and boxers, pausing only to get a condom from his jeans pocket. He rolled it on and stretched on top of her in a flash, his hands finding her breasts.
‘You love it,’ she said in a gasp.
He pinched her nipple, hard. Nina’s head flew back. He ran his other hand down her side, stopping to squeeze her behind roughly. His fingers moved between her legs, lightly teasing. Nina tried to thrust her hips onto his hand, her ability to move restricted by his body. She whined and turned back to him. He noticed and raised his head to look at her, trying not to grin at her expression. She was trying to glare but her eyes were burning with desire.
‘What did you want to watch?’ he asked innocently.
She narrowed her eyes. He couldn’t contain his laughter and she rolled to her back, clasping her hands behind her head. His amusement faded as the movement caused her breasts to arch up toward him.
‘I think there’s a documentary on,’ she said conversationally.
He growled, plunging two fingers inside her and curling his fingers toward her pelvis. Her body jerked off the bed and she gripped his arms, crying out. He gave her a smug smile, removing his hand. She whimpered at the sudden emptiness when he withdrew his fingers, then moaned when he flipped her over and entered her. He moved achingly slowly, his h
ands on her hips preventing her from pushing back. He bottomed out inside her with a groan and held himself still, his hands stroking the backs of her thighs and her behind.
‘Gavin,’ she dragged out his name in a moan.
He sucked in a breath, the way she said his name consistently weakened his control. His jaw clenched, he withdrew to the crown and shoved inside her, rocking into her steadily. Her satisfied sighs turned into gasps and then shrieks, her hips moving back to meet his body. When he felt her climax begin, he pulled her upper body to meet his, leaning back on his heels slightly so she could rest against his chest, holding her narrow waist as she rode him.
She dug her nails into his arms, her head flung back against his chest, crying out his name. He cupped her breasts as she came down, alternately caressing and pinching her nipples and giving her small aftershocks.
Nina threw her arms behind her to grasp his head, pulling his mouth to her neck. Sinking his teeth into her skin, he started moving inside her again, his thrusts shallow but insistent. Her climax hadn’t had the chance to end before she felt the warming tingle start again. Her body turned to jelly and she slumped against him, unable to do anything but take his onslaught.
He lowered her to her stomach on the bed. She could almost feel his triumphant grin but when she propped herself up to look at him, his expression was nothing but pure heat. She turned and wrapped her legs around his hips, using her body to flatten him on his back. Pressing down on his chest, she gently tugged the condom off.
‘Wait here,’ she said, giving his chest a bite.
‘As if I could move,’ he called after her curiously as she left the room.
She returned with a warm washcloth, washing away the latex residue while maintaining eye contact with him. He just stared into her eyes, mesmerized. Everything she did was sexy. She settled herself between his legs, her warm hands exploring his thighs and stomach before stopping at his cock, straining and aching for her touch.
He felt her cupping him gently, her warm breath teasing him. Then her tongue was stroking his length. His head fell back, one hand brushing her hair out of her face before resting on the nape of her neck. She circled the crown with her tongue, flicking the tip with her tongue before closing her lips around him. One hand circled the base of his shaft, squeezing as she took him deeper. Gavin let out a long, low groan and gripped the back of her head.
She began moving in a steady motion, squeezing him with her hand on each downward motion, her tongue stroking him as she moved back to the tip. Over and over, until he was drowning in the soft warmth of her lips and the strong grip of her hand. Through barely opened eyes, he watched her mouth devour him, saw the arousal on her face. When she opened her eyes to meet his, he sucked in his breath through his teeth and his hips jerked involuntarily. The hand cupping him started rolling his balls in her fingers. He squeezed his eyes shut and there was bright white light burning against his eyelids.
‘Nina,’ he gasped, his hands moving to her shoulders, trying to pull her up to him.
She didn’t pause or alter her movements and he slowly opened his eyes to see her. She blinked once at him, her fingers pressing firmly on the underside of his scrotum.
‘Oh God,’ he breathed, inhaling sharply and fisting her hair.
He saw the tiny flicker of satisfaction in her eyes before she closed them and increased her onslaught. His hips moved on their own, coming off the bed to meet her mouth, and he lost himself in the sweet valley of her tongue and lips. She drew him into her, caressing him with her mouth and hands, moaning around him as he climaxed. He dropped back on the bed, throwing an arm over his eyes, panting heavily. She continued with soft kisses and light touches until he began trembling. He gave her hair a gentle tug and she crawled up next to him, running her hands over his chest.
‘Jesus Christ,’ he gasped, clutching her to him, preventing her hands from touching him, every inch of his flesh suddenly too sensitive.
Nina nuzzled her lips against his neck and ear, smiling against his skin. He turned to her.
‘You look awfully proud of yourself,’ he said weakly.
She giggled against his cheek.
‘You should be,’ he whispered, trying to steady his breathing. ‘That was incredible.’
She wiggled her arms around him and nudged him up to the pillows, drawing the quilt over them. Her head was in the crook of his neck and he brought a shaky hand to her side, stroking her from breast to hip. Recovering, he pressed her to him, circling her nipple with his fingers. She covered his hand with hers.
‘It’s okay,’ she whispered, kissing his cheek.
‘Oh, I know it’s okay. It’s more than okay,’ he said mischievously, his eyes fixed on her hardening nipples. ‘Mm, look at that,’ he said teasingly. He glanced up to her eyes before returning his gaze to her breasts. ‘It’s like they’re standing at attention, just calling out to me.’
‘Gavin,’ she said in a soft moan.
‘That’s a good girl,’ he murmured, rolling her onto her back and covering a breast with his mouth. ‘Mm, you taste like peaches and sunshine.’
Her giggle was cut off by a sharp intake of breath as Gavin’s mouth worked his way down her body.
‘Oh, God,’ she breathed.
She felt his soft chuckle vibrate against her skin and smiled, her hands tangling his hair.
The dim light from the bedside lamp created strange patterns on the ceiling. She had just noticed the sharp angles and lines when it all blurred together, her vision clouding as his tongue pushed her to the edge. There was a hazy mist over her eyes, hovering for a moment before bursting into a fiery white color, her eyes almost burning. Then it rushed through her body, the heat tickling from the inside out. Finally there was just a warm, golden afterglow, gently lapping at her flesh. She closed her eyes, purring in satisfaction.
‘Wildcat.’
She opened her eyes a sliver. By the amusement in his voice, she guessed Gavin had said her nickname several times.
‘Mm?’ she murmured, stretching.
‘Oh, good. You’re still with me,’ he joked.
Nina turned to him instinctively, nestling her head into the crook of his shoulder. He folded her into his embrace automatically and they each let out a long sigh.
Some time later she woke up because of the chill in the room and reached for a blanket, stopping short when she saw Gavin curled up on his side. Obviously she didn’t remember them falling asleep together. She bit her lip, fighting the impulse to wake him. Along with the ban on kissing, spending the entire night with someone was something she hadn’t allowed herself to do. Gavin had accepted this easily enough, not lingering for long after sex. Studying his face, she felt herself softening. His features were relaxed, one corner of his mouth turned up in an enigmatic smile. Impulsively she touched his mouth, transfixed when his smile grew. He looked adorably boyish and she relented, tucking the blanket around both of them.
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Gavin woke to the sound of something breaking. Gasping for air, his heart pounding, he turned his head in the direction of the sound. Without opening his eyes, he could feel the sheets tangled tightly around him. Startled, he opened his eyes and looked around. He had knocked over the bedside lamp. Taking in the unfamiliar room, he suddenly remembered where he was. Nina, he thought regretfully as he searched for her. She was sort of huddled at the foot of the bed, her fearful eyes trained on him.
He untwisted the sheets constraining him, frustrated, and slowly sat up. He leaned forward, running his hands through his hair.
‘I’m sorry,’ he said sadly.
He forced himself to meet her stare, sliding a hand across the bed toward her. She flinched almost imperceptibly
and he drew his hand away, looking into her eyes carefully.
‘Did I hurt you?’ he asked anxiously. Shit, what have I done?
‘No – not really,’ she said uncertainly.
‘Please tell me what I did,’ he said in a low voice, positive he didn’t want to hear it.
Nina watched him for a moment before straightening her shoulders. She crawled up next to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, nudging him so that his head rested on her stomach. Gavin hugged her gratefully, his arms locked around her waist.
‘I tried to wake you up,’ she whispered. ‘You just shoved me a little, that’s all.’
He squeezed his eyes shut in pain. ‘Fuck. I am so sorry -‘
‘Shh, don’t be. You weren’t awake.’ She stroked his hair. ‘I just got startled because I wasn’t really awake either, but you didn’t hurt me.’
He pressed his face into her skin, the tightness in his chest too much to bear.
‘Gavin,’ she said gently. ‘You pushed me away and told me to run – to run and hide.’
His eyes snapped open. ‘I was trying to get you away from my father,’ he blurted without thinking.
Nina gasped, stilling the hand in his hair.
‘He’s dead,’ Gavin reminded her, his face still pressed into her stomach. ‘He’s not a danger to you or anything. It was just…a nightmare.’
He pushed himself off her and propped up on an elbow.
‘I really am sorry,’ he said, resting a few fingers on her cheek lightly as if he was afraid she would break.
Pressing his hand on her cheek, she turned to kiss his palm before drawing him back into her arms, his head on her chest.
‘You have nothing to be sorry for,’ she told him firmly. She began massaging his scalp. ‘Do you want to watch TV? Or talk? About something else,’ she added quickly.
‘It’s okay. Uh, I can take off,’ he said awkwardly.
‘No. Let me take care of you now,’ she said tenderly.
He squeezed his eyes shut again, holding her waist tightly. She was silent for several minutes before speaking.
‘Did I ever tell you about our cat? Her name was Mrs. Fuzzy Bottoms.’
Gavin tried to laugh. ‘No.’
Nina continued massaging his head, moving her hands to his shoulders to knead his muscles as she told him about the family cat in great detail. Gavin barely heard the words, focusing on the soothing sound of her rich voice. He felt himself relaxing, the effects of the nightmare fading, and made an effort to concentrate.
‘She ran off when I was in college,’ Nina was saying. ‘It was devastating. She was gone for over a week, then one of our neighbors called my mom at work to tell her he saw a dead cat on his way home that he thought was ours. She sent Dad over there, and he brought her home to bury her. My brother and sister were too squeamish to look at her – Dad had put her in a box – so they just buried her in the yard. The next weekend was their anniversary – their 20th – and I had planned a trip home to throw them a little party. The day after I got there, I went to the end of the driveway to check the mail and heard a meow. And I saw Mrs. Fuzzy Bottoms trotting across the street toward me.’
Gavin managed a laugh. ‘What?’
‘I seriously thought I was losing my mind, that I was seeing an apparition because of my grief or something,’ Nina told him, chuckling. ‘But it was her. She ran right up to me and I grabbed her and ran inside, shouting.’ She laughed harder. ‘My poor dad had gone and buried the wrong cat.’
Gavin looked at her. ‘Was he mad?’
‘No. Embarrassed.’ Nina grinned. ‘He hates when we tell that story.’
‘Poor guy,’ Gavin said, smiling faintly.
She squeezed his back. ‘Can I get you anything?’
He rested his head on her chest again. ‘I have everything I need,’ he murmured, planting a kiss just above the neckline of her tank top.
Nina sucked in a breath, startled at his words. The logical part of her brain – the part she typically relied on one hundred percent – was telling her this was too much. She had already broken so many of her rules for the friends-with-benefits situation. But he was her friend, and he was in pain. So she hugged him, her mind flooding with questions that she didn’t allow herself to ponder.
In the morning she poked his arm and waited for him to wake up, rewarded with the sight of his lips curving into a dreamy smile.
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