Chapter Nine
Natalia
My parents were shocked when they came over that afternoon to find that Gavin and I were together. We explained that it was love at first sight, and we were going to get married as soon as we could get everything arranged. My dad wasn’t happy, but my mom was thrilled. She was also not at all surprised how fast it happened for me since it was that way for her and my dad. I grew up hearing the story about how they met, and I saw how happy their marriage was over the years. I always wanted that, and I guess I got it. I just wish I knew how Gavin felt. Was it just a ruse for him, or did this feel as real to him as it felt to me?
He tapped into my sexual fantasies easily enough. After our first time together, when we weren’t visiting with my family and making wedding preparations to keep up the charade, or making public appearances for the sake of social media and the tabloids, we were at the safe house together. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other and every time was more explosive than the last. If Gavin’s arm was in pain, I’d take his mind off of it by riding him until his cock pulsed with his orgasm inside me.
The safe house was our own cocoon of bliss, and it was just a matter of time until that cocoon was shattered. It was a sobering thought. What would happen after my stalker and the traitor that revealed Gavin’s identity was caught? I wasn’t sure I could go back to my life without Gavin in it.
“You okay?” Gavin asked, pulling me closer to his side as we laid snuggled in the recliner watching a movie.
“Just thinking.” I shrugged and looked up at him.
“What about?”
“We haven’t heard anything from Uncle E. What if this doesn’t work to draw them out?”
“It will work.”
“But what if it doesn’t?” I insisted with a hint of frustration and aggravation in my voice. I was irritable and grouchy, and I didn't know why.
“Why don’t you tell me what’s really bothering you, Princess,” he asked, tuning into the fact that I was worried about something beyond the plan he had in place.
“What are we going to do if it doesn’t work? Are we going through with the wedding to save face because our engagement is out there now? Our upcoming marriage is trending, and I’ve done my best to stay out of the vicious tabloids over the years. I don’t want to be a laughingstock to everyone by being dumped at the altar, and I don’t want to be the crazy runaway bride. If this doesn’t work, how do we defuse it without wrecking our lives?”
“How long have you been worrying about this?” he asked, sitting up and pulling me onto his lap.
“Since you told Uncle E on the phone that you were marrying me.” I admitted softly, embarrassed that I hadn’t said something sooner.
“Princess, you know me. Do you think I’d ever marry a woman I didn’t want to marry?”
I shook my head in answer because he wouldn’t.
“Do you think I’d ever embarrass you or allow someone else to embarrass you in any way?”
Again, no. He didn’t like that my friends who had seen my giraffe pajamas, poked fun at me. “Do you understand what I’m telling you?” he asked, pushing me to answer.
“No.” I shook my head afraid it wasn’t what I thought it was.
“Let me make it clear then. Nobody will talk because we are getting married. I love you, Natalia.”
“I love you, too.”
Gavin captured my lips in a hungry kiss. The movie we were watching was forgotten as the kiss deepened and we started to tear at our clothes. My body ached with my need for him—I was insatiable where he was concerned. I’d gone from a virgin to his Little Princess in a matter of a week. God, after he spanked me for the first time, I came so hard I screamed and scared Zeke in the other room.
My body responded to him on a whole other level. Gavin knew what I needed even when I had no clue how to ask him for it.
I stood pushed myself away from him and shimmied out of my leggings and panties. Gavin lifted his hips and removed his gray sweatpants his cock bounced hotly against his six pack abs, and I knew what I wanted.
“Fuck.” He said when I lowered to my knees in front of him, half laying on the recliner’s footrest.
I took his thick, velvety soft steel cock in my hand and stroked it from root to tip. Gavin leaned his head back against the headrest, but his eyes stayed on me as he watched my hand move over his heated flesh. When I licked at the soft head of his cock, he groaned and threaded his fingers through my hair.
“Yes, Princess,” he said, his voice thick with lust when I started licking around the head taking the tip into my mouth as my hands continued to stroke his length.
My body hummed with need and excitement as I continued to pleasure him with my mouth. Gavin helped guide my movements and the pace, but I knew if I wanted to break away I could—I just didn’t want to.
I looked up at him, his dick buried in my mouth. My body was on fire and needy for him. I felt my arousal on my thighs, and I shifted trying to ease the ache between my legs but it did no good. I needed him.