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Distractions Ch. 01

By: powderpinkangel



Liz shut the front door behind her and started undressing, removing her suit jacket before kicking off her high heel shoes. They bounced across the wooden floor as she quickly unbuttoned her silk blouse, slipping it over her shoulders and disposing of it on the back of the sofa as she made her way to the kitchen.

Grabbing a bottle of red wine and a glass, she headed for the bedroom, peeling off her short black skirt and underwear and leaving them in a heap by her feet. Switching on the stereo, Norah Jones' dulcet tones filled the empty flat as Liz grabbed her pink terry-towelling robe and made her way to the bathroom.

This was her usual Friday night ritual and she knew that she didn't have much time before her fiancé Mark and his older brother Ryan got back from rugby training so she was determined to make the most of this rare time alone. 

She sat on the edge of the bath and turned on the taps, testing the temperature of the water before pouring a generous amount of her favourite bubble bath into the tub. As it filled up, she lit some scented candles and turned off the bathroom light as the room was enveloped in a soft saffron glow. 

The candlelight danced over the white tiles and Liz closed her eyes, inhaling the comforting smell of roses that filled the room. She made her way back to the bedroom and poured herself a glass of red wine, drinking it slowly as she returned to the bathroom and waited for the tub to fill up.

Setting the wine glass down by the sink, Liz opened the bathroom cabinet and pulled out an innocent looking make-up bag. She unzipped it slowly and took out a bright pink vibrator, leaning over and putting it on the edge of the bath for later.

Turning off the taps, she untied her bathrobe and pulled it off, admiring her body in the mirror with a smile, before tentatively stepping into the bath, one foot at a time.

Liz sighed as the warm soapy water washed over her tired body, slipping under the surface and immersing herself completely before coming back up for air. 

Resting the back of her head on the edge of the bath, Liz grabbed a bar of soap and began running it all over her coffee coloured skin. She paid close attention to her pert breasts, cupping them in her hands and rolling her dark brown nipples between her index finger and thumb.

With one hand still on her tits, she ran the bar of soap over her flat stomach and between her legs, rubbing it over the sensitive lips of her pussy. She closed her eyes and moaned, as her fingers found her swollen clit.

Since Ryan had moved in, she and Mark had stopped making love regularly because the flat was so small and you could hear everything. Apart from the odd quickie when Ryan was out, masturbating in the bath on a Friday night was Liz's only source of satisfaction these days and she looked forward to it all week.

Not that it was the only time Liz masturbated, she often fingered herself in the shower in the morning or when Mark had fallen asleep. And although it did relieve some of her sexual tension, it was over too quickly. So Friday nights were a real indulgence because she had three hours to herself. 

Liz enjoyed playing with her tits as much as her pussy and she would lie in the bath for ages squeezing them and pinching her nipples. She loved to cover her breasts with soap and then squeeze a wet sponge over them so that the water washed the bubbles away. Every time the warm water hit her, she imagined it was a stranger cumming all over her tits and it drove her wild. After doing it a couple of times, all she needed to do was brush the sponge against her clit and she would cum instantly.

But for Liz, the ritual involved more than just playing with herself. And while her fingers and the vibrator were guaranteed to bring her off, what really aroused her were the fantasises she had when she closed her eyes.

She never thought about her fiancé Mark, but would fantasise about being raped by a stranger in a bar or fucking two or even three men at once. Sometimes there would be women, especially when she played with her tits because she would pretend that she was touching a sexy brunette while a cute blonde fingered her.

Ironically, Liz was very inexperienced; Mark was her first everything and he was very conservative in bed. They had only ever done it in the missionary position and he never went down on her so in the five years they had been together he had never made her cum either during sex or foreplay. 

So over the years, Liz learned to satisfy herself. She loved her fiancé very much and he treated her like a queen so she was willing to put up with the bad sex as long as she had her stash of videos and toys.

About a year ago, Liz discovered the Internet and became a real cyber slut. She would sit in the spare room for hours, telling Mark that she was working on a presentation for work so that he wouldn't disturb her, and masturbate to pictures and stories on adult sites. 

She soon discovered chat rooms and would stay up until the early hours of the morning having cyber sex with strangers around the world. It gave her the chance to explore and indulge in her fantasises with other people who had them too and she quickly learnt the art of typing with one hand.

Not that Liz ever took it further than cyber sex, despite the numerous offers from the people she chatted with. She often masturbated to pictures of other women and men but she never sent a picture of herself and when she was done having fun on the Internet, she always went to bed with Mike. 

But then Ryan moved in and took over the spare room; Liz was forced to "work" in the kitchen, which put an end to her online fun. She was devastated and no matter what time of day or night, either Ryan or Mark would be in the flat to spoil her fun. 

In desperation, she even woke up at 3am one morning assuming that she wouldn't be disturbed at that hour. But sure enough, Ryan came into the kitchen to get a glass of water. Liz managed to close her laptop and pull her hand away from her pussy in time, but he still gave her a look that told her that he knew what she was up to and she didn't have the guts to do it again.

So now all Liz had left was Friday nights and she would take full advantage of them, masturbating in the bath or watching herself in the bedroom mirror. She was proud of her body and she loved gazing at her breasts as her fingers teased her clit.

Liz closed her eyes and thought about all the nasty things she needed to get off. It wasn't long until she was cumming and water spilt over the edge of the bath as her hips bucked violently. As she recovered, Liz caught her breath before reaching for her vibrator, hungry for another orgasm.

Suddenly she heard a noise and realised that it was a key in the front door. Liz rolled her eyes and sighed as she heard someone walk through the door and into the hallway, realising that her fun was over for the night.

"Who's there?" Liz called out, instinctively covering her bare breasts with her hands as she heard the footsteps approach the open bathroom door.

"It's me…" Ryan replied. He was about to walk past the bathroom but when he glanced in and spotted Liz sitting in the bath, he stopped in his tracks.

"What are you doing here?" 

"I forgot my kit and came back to get it," he replied lingering in the doorway.

They didn't say anything and just stared at each other for a moment. Liz blushed as she felt his green eyes run over her body as she sat in the bath, the warm water caressing her slim waist. 

Ryan waited for her to tell him to leave but when she didn't, he stepped into the bathroom. Liz watched him carefully, knowing that she should tell him to get out but enjoying the attention, it had been so long since Mark had looked at her like that.

"Where's Mark?"

"He's at the rugby club," Ryan said without taking his eyes off her.

She was breathing heavily as he stared at her, not sure what he was going to do next. Tiny drops of water from her wet black hair ran down her narrow back, making her shiver as Ryan studied every inch of her naked body. 

Neither of them said a word and he walked towards her, a bulge beginning to appear in his jeans. Liz suddenly felt very vulnerable as he stood at the edge of the bath looking down at her, his green eyes alive with lust.

"What do you want?" she asked naively.

"I wanna see those pretty little titties my brother keeps telling me about…"

Her heart skipped a beat as he said it. It was something that one of the men in her fantasises would say to her but now someone was actually saying it to her face, she didn't know what to do.

"Come on baby take your hands down, let me see them. Mark's been bragging for so long about how perfect they are. Now I wanna see for myself…"

Liz froze. She always thought Mark was such a gentleman so she was shocked that he had been discussing her breasts with his older brother.

But it turned her on too. 

She knew it was wrong and that if she did it, she would be encouraging something that would break her fiancé's heart. But Mark was the only man she had ever been with and her whole body ached to taste another man's cock, just to see what it would be like. She wanted to know how it would feel to have another's man's mouth on her breasts. Would it feel different? Would she enjoy it more? Would he touch her like Mark did? Could he make her cum?

So curiosity got the better her and she moved my hands away.

Ryan's jaw literally dropped as he saw Liz's breasts for the first time; they were perfect. Small and pert and centred with two tiny nipples that stuck out like coffee beans. It was a look that every woman fantasises about: a look that told Liz that she was beautiful and sexy and like no other woman Ryan had seen before. His green eyes glazed over and he breathed heavily as he gawked at her.

Liz wanted him to reach down and touch her, to feel his rough hands on her skin but he just stood there and ogled, her nipples tingling as his eyes lingered on them. Mike was the only person to ever see her naked and as Ryan stared at her, she basked in the glow of his attention. Mike had never looked at her like that before and she didn't feel vulnerable any more, realising that she was now the one in control.

"Don't you want to touch them?" she heard herself say, not quite believing the words that had just fallen out of her mouth.

Ryan's eyes widened as she said it and he hesitated for a moment before reaching down. Liz gasped as she felt his hands on her for the first time and it was as if they burned into her coffee coloured skin as the tips of his fingers pressed into her.

Her breasts fitted perfectly into the palms of his hands and she closed her eyes as he began squeezing them, softly at first but them more firmly when she didn't object. Her sensitive nipples pressed into his hands and she moaned loudly as he began pulling at them roughly. 

Without saying a word, Ryan began pinching her dark brown nipples, rolling them between his thick fingers as Liz bit her bottom lip. 

"Mike told me you love having your tits played with," he said breathlessly.

"Suck them," Liz said firmly, leaning back in the bath.

She couldn't believe what she was saying. Liz was never that forward with Mike but as Ryan touched her; she reverted to her online persona and began to tell him exactly what she wanted him to do to her. 

Kneeling on the floor next to the bath, Mike moved his face down to Liz's breasts and he eagerly accepted her right nipple between his lips. 

"Oh yeah…just there…" she cried out as he began nibbling on her nipple, flicking his tongue over it as he pawed at her left breast with his hand. 

He sucked on her tits like a baby, trying to force as much of them in his mouth as he could as Liz buried her hands in his short blond hair. 

"That's it…suck them," Liz moaned, losing her inhibitions and forgetting that he was her fiancé's brother, acting more like one of the sluts in her porn movies.

"Your tits taste so good," he breathed as he swirled his tongue around her nipples. 

"Do they? Keep sucking them then…"

Mike had never sucked them this hungrily, he liked playing with them and licking her nipples, but Ryan was like a man possessed, biting and running his tongue over every inch of them, as Liz splashed about in the bath.

Consumed with lust, she reached over and grabbed her vibrator. Ryan stopped and looked round at her as she turned it on, wondering what the noise was. The bathroom soon filled with the loud buzzing of the toy as she dipped the head beneath the surface and began rubbing it against her swollen clit.

"Fuck yeah!" Ryan said as he watched her, his eyes locked on the pink vibrator.

"Get back to sucking my tits!" she demanded.

Ryan did as he was told and Liz could feel the beginning of her orgasm as his tongue continued to lap at her swollen nipples.

Suddenly he stood up and Liz opened her eyes to see him undoing his jeans.

"That's enough of that. Open your mouth," he said firmly as he freed his hard cock. 

Resting her head on the edge of the bath, Liz opened her mouth and groaned as he guided his cock between her lips. She accepted it gratefully and shivered as she felt the head glide over her tongue and down her throat.

His cock was a lot bigger than Mike's and it throbbed in her mouth as she sucked on it hungrily. Ryan leaned over her, resting his left hand on the tiled wall as he continued to play with her tits with his right hand. He began slowly rocking his hips back and forth, fucking her mouth as Liz worked the vibrator over her aching clit.

"Oh that's it. Mike told me what a good little cocksucker you were," he breathed as he fucked her mouth, his balls slapping against her chin.

His words gave Liz renewed enthusiasm and she willingly accepted more of his hard cock in her mouth as he continued to rock his hips back and forth. She knew that he wouldn't be able to last much longer and he began to groan loudly as her throat spasmed around the head of his cock. 

"I wanna cum all over your tits," he breathed, reading her mind.

Withdrawing his cock from her eager mouth, Ryan began stroking it with his hand and Liz began cumming as he ran the head of his cock all over her small breasts, pressing it against her hard nipples. 

"Come on. Cum all over me," Liz cried out as she came, closing her eyes and losing herself in her orgasm.

Ryan obliged and she sighed with satisfaction as his cock erupted and he came all over her tiny tits. He sprayed wad after wad of hot cum all over them with a grunt and she shivered as she felt it running over her hard nipples. Mike had never done that to her before and it was even more satisfying than she had ever imagined.

"Rub it in," he said firmly, grabbing the vibrator from her hands, switching it off and throwing it in the sink.

Liz did as he asked, and began rubbing his sticky orgasm into her small breasts, his eyes glazing over as he watched her. 

"That's it…" he sighed as her tiny tits glistened with his cum. 

They both jumped as Ryan's mobile phone rang, bringing them abruptly back to reality. He did up his jeans and reached into his pocket to retrieve the phone.

"Hi Mike."

Liz blushed as she realised what they had done and she suddenly felt very guilty.

"Yeah bro I got held up in traffic. I'm on my way."

Ryan turned off the phone and put it back in his pocket as he looked down at Liz who was sitting in the bath and looking very sheepish.

"I'm not done with you," he said with no hint of remorse before leaving the bathroom, grabbing his rugby kit and heading out of the front door.

Distractions Ch. 02







Distractions Ch. 02



It seemed as if the noise level of the party suddenly dropped, and I could feel all eyes turning to us, watching our exchange. This was all Gavin's fault; I didn't even want to come to this party. Frantically, I scanned the living room again, and there he was in all his glory dry fucking the shit out of some girl. My heart sank. Clearly, he was engrossed with whoever it was, and he wasn't coming to my rescue. That's when the girl turned, looked directly at me, and smiled. I nearly emptied everything in my stomach onto the floor.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry, I wanted to kill Wilson and his perfect Barbie girlfriend, but most of all, and I wanted to kill Gavin. How could he do this to me? I could feel the cold fingers of jealousy and betrayal frantically gripping at my heart. I knew some other girl would pounce on Gavin when I left him. It was bound to happen eventually, but not now, and not with her. 

Apparently that little pep talk I gave myself in the bathroom didn't work. 

He was standing in the middle of the living room, in the middle of a very crowded party making out with Cassie Lucas. The one person I hated more than anyone in the world. At one time, she and I used to be best friends, but that was a lifetime ago. She had basically used to me to get to Gavin or my brother, and since Gavin was the first one she saw, that's who she went for. She was a manipulative, selfish bitch, and she hurt me in more ways than one. She and I hadn't had a civil conversation in over two years, and by the looks of it, it would be a lot longer before I ever thought about talking to her again.

I turned back to Wilson and his blonde and spat with more venom than I thought possible, "Well for your sake, I hope you use enough lube with her. She's filled with enough plastic to make it feel like you're fucking a blow up doll." She wasn't, but it was the first thing that came to mind. I didn't wait to see their reaction as I slammed the vodka bottle on the counter and stormed out the kitchen. 

I guess seeing the look on my face was enough to make people move out of my way, because it was like the parting of the sea as I marched through the living room, right past Gavin and Cassie. I heard Spike call my name off in the distance as I reached the foyer. I was nearly out the door when I felt someone grab my arm.

I spun around ready to tell whomever it was to fuck off when I was met with Gavin's confused features. Rolling my eyes I asked, "Finally decided to come up for air?" Gavin's stunned silence allowed me to yank my arm from his grasp.

"Fuck you," I grunted as I busted through the front door. 





Distractions Ch. 03



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Distractions Ch. 03



"Do what?" he innocently asked as he slid his fingers into my panties. It was like a lightening bolt had shot through my body, and all my muscles at once were screaming for release as he found my clit.

"I can feel how wet you are for me Red. Its not your little secret anymore."

"How wet I am has nothing to do with you. Jeremy got me all worked up, you were just here to reap the benefits." I was shocked at my own ability to form coherent thoughts, much less say something that was going to get under his skin so effectively. I tired to keep my hips as still as I could. I was so close to coming I could almost taste it.

Gavin's gaze darkened and I smiled. My hubris evaporated as he shoved three long stiff fingers into my hot waiting tunnel. Gavin smiled at me as my pussy walls began contracting around his digits. He pulled his fingers out and slammed them into me again, stretching my tight hole with the most delicious friction.

My wetness began seeping from me in earnest drenching his hands and dripping down my thighs.

"You might be saying one thing, but this sweet pussy of yours is telling me something different," he said as he stilled his fingers and let my pussy pulse around him. The mores code of my contractions telling him how bad I wanted it. It wasn't my little secret anymore. 

I could feel the heat of my release tingling in my toes and raising up my legs. He was barely moving his fingers, and I was about to explode. He wiggled his fingers inside me and mashed the palm of his hand against my clit as he said, "If you want to go back to Jeremy all you have to do is say the words."

I would have if I didn't feel the sweet tension of my orgasm increasing with intensity threatening to set off fireworks inside my body. My head arched upward and my mouth fell open as I could feel Gavin probing deeper and deeper inside of me. He leaned forward and roughly captured my lips.

"I can feel it baby, you're almost there." The sound of his deep voice began to let loose the rumble inside me, and I groaned, wanting to feel something more than his fingers. 

With one hand, he undid his belt and popped the button on his jeans. The sound of him undoing his zipper and letting his pants clank to the floor was enough break the sound of my breathing as I struggled to wiggle my pants lower down my body.

Roughly, he kicked my feet wider, and before I could regain my balance Gavin slammed into me with all his force, lifting my feet off the floor and my back against the wall.

My orgasm ripped through me like a freight train as Gavin continued to pound into me. His length and girth penetrating and stretching me in the most satisfying way. Grabbing my hair, Gavin pulled my face towards his and captured my mouth again roughly kissing and teasingly biting my lower lip. 

As if realizing how fragile this moment was, our hips began to move more frantically. One hand released my wrist and flew to my breast as it kneaded and pinched my sensitive flesh. I was almost there again, and this orgasm felt stronger than the first. I could feel the tingling start just as Gavin's hips became erratic and his lips crushed mine. He grunted into my mouth and mumbled something I couldn't discern, but it didn't matter, I was almost there.

Suddenly, a frenzied knock at the door stilled us both with Gavin balls deep in my pussy. 

"Red, are you there? Isabelle, are you okay?" 

Panic ripped through me and I could feel my orgasm starting to ebb away. A smile spread across Gavin's face as he impaled my body completely as he ground his pelvis into mine tickling my clit. I was beginning to get a hold on the orgasm I thought I almost lost.

"Tell him you're in here with me, and we are fucking like rabbits," he breathed into my ear.

"Isabelle? Is everything ok?"

"Tell him or I will," Gavin said as he slammed into me one more time.

"Everything is fine, Jeremy." I said a little more breathlessly than I would have liked. "I will be out in a minute."

After a beat, Jeremy said ok. Gavin didn't wait to hear the sound of Jeremy's retreating footsteps before he began to pound into me again. He bit down on my shoulder as I tangled my hands in his hair wanting nothing more than to stay like this forever. I didn't care about anything else, for this tiny, measurable point in time, I didn't care about the consequences.

"Come with me Isabelle," he grunted as he swiveled his hips in me, changing his angle and forcing me over the edge. Gavin pumped harder until I could feel rope after delicious rope of his cum squirting inside me. Gavin pressed his head to mine as I tried to stand on unstable legs. His head nuzzled my neck as he inhaled my scent. 

I was still trying to control my breathing when he bent down and pulled my panties and jeans back up my legs. He buttoned and zipped my pants up letting our combined juices leak out of me and into my panties. 

He said nothing as he brushed my wet hair out of my face and kissed my forehead, his expression untroubled, as if he just solved all his worldly problems. With that kiss, the enormity of the situation came crashing down on me, and I felt nauseous. After all, we'd done, he pulled my pants back up and kissed me on the forehead. 

Suddenly the bathroom felt threateningly constricting. I couldn't breathe and I needed to get out of there. I moved from the wall towards the door and loudly tore open the door. At that moment, I hated him. 

"Where are you going?" I turned back to see confusion, and was that hurt in Gavin's eyes? It couldn't be because he made this situation abundantly clear to me. I was still just Red to him. He'd gotten what he wanted, and now we should both move on. I mentally slapped myself at my inability to exhibit self-control.

He'd taken me in a coffee shop bathroom then kissed me on the forehead. That couldn't have felt less loving. It felt like a kiss you'd give your grandmother on her birthday. Not appropriate after just having experienced something so intimate with another person. 

I tried desperately to hold myself together, not wanting to dissolve into the sobbing mess I knew was only a blink away. 

"I'm going back to Jeremy," I said as I walked out the door. I never heard him call out after me.

The sound of the bathroom door clicking shut behind me was a tangible mockery of what I'd just done. I slowed my step, swept my hair up into a ponytail, and pulled my shirt down. Lifting my arms caused me to be aware of the feeling of our combined juices still leaking out from the soreness at the apex between my thighs. 

I just had sex with my best friend and now we could never go back, everything would change. A fresh wave of nausea washed over me. I let him use me. I let him use me and all I got was a kiss on the forehead.

After all this time, I was just like all the others. I wasn't liberated enough to suggest friends with benefits because if I let myself think about it, I'd have to acknowledge I was in love with him, and friends with benefits would never be enough for me.

I plastered a fake smile on my face as I watched Jeremy look up and spot me, concern etched in his features. Unconsciously I folded my arms over my chest trying to hide the physical evidence of me still being aroused.

"Is everything ok?" Jeremy asked cautiously when I got back to the table.

Oh shit, I should have at least washed my hands. I thought trying to clear my head. He can probably smell the sex on me. "Yea, sorry about that. I'm just feelin' a 'lil funky. Too much caffeine I guess." I laughed nervously. Jeremy looked at me as if he was trying to decide if he believed me or not. 

"I thought I saw Gavin before," he said. All traces of shyness gone from his face, as he looked me in the eye.

"In here? Nah, he hates coffee." I was trying to hold it together.

Jeremy leaned back in his chair. "How have you two been lately?" His tone changed.

"What do you mean?" My heart was beating erratically and I thought I was going to faint. Did we really have to talk about Gavin now?

"He can't be happy about this," he said waving at the space separating us.

Now I was confused. "What does him being happy about this have to do with anything?" That was the last thing I cared about at his point. 

"I just wouldn't want him coming after me, or you for that matter, if there was something going on between you two."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" And where the hell was this coming from?

"You know," he said like I was an idiot. I stared at him blankly. 

"Well, back in school, some guys were talkin about girls they thought were hot," he smiled bashfully now, a flush creeping into his face. I wasn't in the mood for his cute shit anymore. I wanted to know what was going on, so I motioned for him to continue.

"And Wilson Butler brought up your name. Gavin heard him and snapped. He pretty much beat him to a pulp. It took four of us to pull him off. I mean what was said wasn't that bad," Jeremy said not meeting my gaze. "It was pretty standard stuff."

I was still thoroughly confused. I had no idea...about people talking about me or Gavin's history of barbaric behavior. Just when you think you know someone. 

"When was this?"

"Uh," he said lamely as he stared at his hands. "About the time he was about to graduate. I know it was warm outside because it was a couple days after that bonfire he and your brother set up." My insides heaved and I had to control myself from going into full panic mode. The combination of excessive amounts of caffeine and panic were wreaking havoc on my nerves. I couldn't take this. Not now. Not after what just happened in the bathroom. 

Good Lord, I was trying to prevent myself from hyperventilating. I just had sex with my best friend in the bathroom, then I walked out on him leaving him with his pants around his ankles; his cock still wet with my juices.

Oh, Shit. Fuck! The pang of the memory of the bonfire caused me to clutch at my chest. I felt like I was going to rip in to. I've never felt more used in my life. First that, now Jeremy tells me this?

Was I overreacting? At this point, if I was I think I should be afforded the luxury of doing so.

I know exactly the bonfire he was talking about. 

Jeremy kept on talking as if he didn't notice my mini panic attack. "He's threatened every male in the three neighboring counties and made it very clear no one was to touch you. That's probably why he hates Wilson so much." 

I barely had time to process what Jeremy just said when I heard the sound of a door slamming shut somewhere behind me, and it took every fiber of my being not to turn around. I said a silent prayer that it wouldn't be Gavin, and if it was, that Jeremy wouldn't recognize him, and if Jeremy did, then Gavin would keep walking. 

Footsteps quickly pounded the waxed tile floor behind me. My eyes widened and I held my breath as I listened to the footsteps get louder and louder. I waited in horror as the footsteps seemed to come to a stop at the side of our table. Guiltily, I stared at my cold coffee waiting for the inevitable. 

I could feel Jeremy's curious eyes burning into me, but I kept my eyes fixed downward. I'd never felt this guilty about anything in my life, and I never want to feel this way about anything ever again. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a pair of scuffed men's boots coming to rest next to the table.

I refused to look up. "Excuse me, do you have the time?" The surprising pitch of the tenor voice asking the question caused me to frantically look up. Jeremy furrowed his brows at me and the stranger looked alarmed. I glanced around to coffee shop expecting to see Gavin lurking in the corner watching us, but I didn't.

"Uh yea, its 11:48," Jeremy told the guy. The guy said thanks and walked away. "Are you alright Red?"

"Can you take me home please." Jeremy nodded stood and grabbed his jacket off the back of the chair.

This situation just got a whole lot more complicated for me. 



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Distractions Ch. 04



Certainly no one would forget this bonfire, and I wouldn't either for other reasons. This was the first night I met Wilson Butler and this would be the night my crush for my best friend was elevated then mangled beyond repair. I wouldn't let things get out of hand like this again. This would be the night, for all intents and purposes, I grew up.



Distractions Ch. 05



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Chapter 5





Distractions Ch. 05



I rummaged through my drawers looking for something to wear so I wouldn't have to look him in the eye.

"Then you know I always get what I want." Gavin was leaning against the doorframe feeling every bit delicious as he looked. He seemed to be trying a different tactic now. 

"And I know what happens after you get what you want. Arrogance doesn't suit you, Gavin, and everything isn't about you."

"But this is, isn't it?" He asked complacently.

"Is that what this is about? You want my every thought to be consumed by you, and its absolutely eating you up inside that they aren't." I said as I slammed the drawer shut after pulling some shorts and a wife beater out. 

"All that big talkin and its you who can't stop thinking about me. What a change that must be for you. Let me assure you, Jeremy and I are going to have a wonderful time tonight." 

Gavin didn't have to know that I'd mostly lied to him. 

I sighed defeatedly. "I'm not playing these stupid games like you play with everyone else. I'm just not gonna do it."

Gavin was on me before I could process how quickly he moved, pushing me onto the bed and wrapping a calloused hand around my throat. It wasn't enough to restrict my breathing; it was enough to get my attention. We'd been in this position before as friends goofing around, but this was different. The weight of his hips straddling mine pushed me into the bed and I couldn't move, I could feel the tension in his body as he hovered over me. 

I didn't try to struggle knowing it would only fuel him on.

"And who said I'm playing games, sweetheart?" he grumbled as he ground himself into me. I was ashamed at how quickly my breath caught in my throat. 

"You want an easy fuck tonight, fuck your whore in the bathroom." His steely eyes were locked on mine, and if we were in this position under any other circumstances, I would have gladly given myself to him. 

The scent of his cologne was slowly drowning me, pulling me deeper and deeper into him. I tried hard to focus.

"You're not gonna get rid of me that easily." His lips hovered above mine and slid toward my jaw. The feel of his stubble prickling my skin was in delicious contrast to the silky feeling of his lips. He planted kisses along my jaw and he continued to add pressure to my throat with his hand. My breathing was betraying me as I squeezed my eyes shut. The thrashing of my heart was almost unbearable.

"If," kiss "you want me to stop," kiss "you're gonna have to say it loud and clear." Gavin punctuated the end of his sentence by gently sucking on my neck slowly teasing a love mark to the surface. The harder he sucked, the wetter my panties got. 

He ground his hips into me, and I could feel the heat of his erection pressing into my abdomen. My breath caught in my throat…again as I remembered exactly the promises his erection had to offer. My stomach clenched and butterflies danced in my belly. Gavin kept his eyes on me as he slipped his free hand down the length of my body until his fingers danced with the drawstring of my scrubs. He smiled as my eyes widened in anticipation and surprise. 

My mouth was so dry, I couldn't think. His eyes followed the path my tongue traced across my lips as I felt him pull the string, and my pants untie. His rough knuckles caught the smoothness of my skin as they danced over my belly button and slowly slid lower. Gavin never relinquished his hold on my throat.

I watched in utter fascination as once again, he lowered his face to mine and his tongue peeked out from between his lips. He traced a path along my jaw line as his fingers dipped past the waist of my pants. His teeth grazed my chin as his digits found my moist slit. I flexed my hips into his fingers as my eyes shot to the ceiling.

Lazily he circled my clit without touching it, enticing a moan from deep within my throat. A slow sexy smile crept across his face. "If you want me to stop, you're gonna have to say it louder than that."

Damn him. 

I was about to give in and tell him not to stop when I heard the lock click on the bathroom door. Our eyes locked as reality crashed down around us. 

"We don't have to stop," he whispered as he gently nibbled on my chin. "For you, I'd wait forever," his eyes filled with warmth.

I was stunned by his words, but the sound of his secretary's heels making their way into the living room made up my mind for me. 

"Gavin?" I heard her call out into the empty living room. "Gavin, where are you?"

My body was clenching, seeking release, but I couldn't. 

Gavin lowered his lips as his eyes searched my face. 

"Get off me." 

Even I was surprised at the resolve in my voice and how quickly he froze.

Gavin held my gaze as we heard the clicking of heels come closer to my room. His eyes were back to their steely color as he pushed himself from the bed. He stood, eyes locked on me as he slipped his fingers into his mouth. He sucked on his fingers, savoring my taste. If I was embarrassed before, I couldn't imagine what color my face was now. Gavin straightened his tie and tried to readjust his hard-on still watching me. I was trying to regain control of myself enough to pull my pants back up before his date got to the door.

This man was like a drug and I had to quit cold turkey, starting now. This wasn't healthy for either of us.

God, his date. How could I be so fucking stupid…again? What did I think was going to happen? How could I let this get this far?

"What were you guys doing in here?" His secretary purred from the doorway. Her eyes landed on my neck, and I wondered if it was red from where he grabbed me, or if she'd spotted the hickey he'd undoubtedly given me. 

"Talking," he said as he turned toward her. "Give us a minute." She was about to protest, but the tightly setline of his lips kept her mouth clamped shut.

"What do you want from me?" I blurted out. "If you keep doing this, you're going to ruin this friendship. Quite frankly I'm surprised it hasn't been ruined already." 

Gavin opened his mouth than shut it without saying anything, a pained expression streaking across his face. 

"You've already fucked me. You've all ready got what you wanted – now we should both move on." 

I turned my back. I wasn't going to waste one more tear on this jerk and I wouldn't let him see me fighting it.

"You want me to stop, but you're willing to go out with a pussy like Jeremy?" he asked incredulously.

"Jeremy is sweet and nice."

"Sweet?" he asked astounded as he turned me to face him.

"That's more than I can say for most of the men in my life." I watched his jaw clench and the vein in his neck throb. "And he's not an asshole. He's safe."

"You know, those are the same things you used to say about Wilson," he grumbled. My eyes flashed wide.

"Well, Wilson's other talents out weighted his faults," I answered nastily. I got off the bed and walked back toward my mirror. My neck was red.

"Fine, lie to me if you want, I won't say anything anymore." Gavin's voice was dripping with irritation. 

I was startled at how abruptly he stormed from the room. I could hear him marching down the hall. "Gavin? Gavin, sweetie?" A moment later, the door opened and closed. He was gone.





Distractions Ch. 06



Ok, ok, I know, everyone is waiting for the hot and heavy, and quite honestly I cant wait to deliver...but in the mean time I had to add this chapter. It clears up some things on Gavin's side, but I promise your wait will be rewarded...at least I hope so.

Enjoy!





Distractions Ch. 06



"Next time, then," Wilson said as he winked at Isabelle. Gavin felt his stomach churn. He looked at Brenden, and he looked as worried as Gavin felt. 

Gavin watched as Brenden shuffled his little sister down the path back towards the car. Gavin tried to control himself and ignore what his mind was trying to tell him. Gavin finished putting the fire out, and sighed into the darkness. 





Distractions Ch. 07



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I woke up on the couch disorientated, still confused about what happened last night. I fell asleep in front of the television trying to determine if I really heard Gavin say he'd wait forever for me. I nearly gave myself a migraine trying to remember if those were his exact words of if I'd made the whole conversation up.

It was seven in the morning when I woke, and I tried to go back to sleep, hoping to keep Gavin off my mind for a little longer, but at this point, it didn't seem possible. For the better part of two hours, I stared at my phone trying to convince myself that I didn't need to hear his voice. What would be the point anyway?

He was probably still at his secretary's house sleeping off a night of monkey sex. If he did say he'd wait forever for me, and he slept with her, than that meant he's full of shit. And if he's full of shit, then I have every right to know. I need to know the kind of people I associate with. That makes sense doesn't it?

If he was still at the secretary's house, I would need to know for my own piece of mind, because clearly not knowing is detrimental to my mental health. Besides, I need to go to the mall, and he is still the only person with a key to this apartment right now, not to mention I locked my keys in my car. 

By 9:15, this argument seemed perfectly logical to me, so I picked up and dialed. I didn't realize I was hoping he would confirm my fears and not answer the phone, so you can imagine how shocked I was when his surly voice replaced the ringing in my ear. I was so shocked I almost dropped the phone. 

"'Ello?" 

He sounded groggy from lack of sleep and as shocked that I called as I was that he answered.

"Yo." I hadn't planned on what I would say to him if he answered the phone, so I was at a loss for words. "What's up?"

"Is something wrong?" 

That irritated me. He was probably still at the secretary's house and he answered like he was trying to rush me off the phone. 

"No. Are you busy today?"

After a pause, he answered no.

"Wanna take me to the mall?"

"Really?" The surprise and sudden excitement threw me off for a minute. 

"Yep."

"Sure, what time you wanna go?"

"How about now?" I asked smugly. If he'd spent the entire night at the secretary's, there was no way he was going to say yes, unless he was looking for an excuse to get out of her house, not that he usually needed an excuse to leave the warmth of someone else's bed the morning after.

"Okay, I'll be there in ten." The line disconnected before I could realize my plan to expose him backfired.

Shit.

Well that was a dumb idea. I sighed to myself and got off the couch. If he was going to be here in ten minutes, I had to get dressed. Well, I thought to myself, at least now I will be able to ask him what he meant by telling me he'd 'wait forever for me' last night.

I ran to my room, frantically looking for something to wear. I wanted to be ready and waiting for him downstairs. The last thing I wanted was for us to be alone in this apartment again. I couldn't begin to image what would happen if we were here alone, considering what happened when he was here with someone else. Public places were a must at this point. 

I kept glancing at the clock as I threw on an outfit. Eight minutes after I'd gotten off the phone with him I heard the sound of a bike pulling up outside my building. I ran to the window and saw him shutting it off and starting to walk to the door.

"Don't come up, I'll be down in a minute!" I yelled out the window before he could get into the building.

I dug through my closet for my leather jacket and motorcycle helmet. I shoved my feet into my boots and ran out the door with a smile on my face. At least he brought his bike; today wouldn't be a complete waste. 

I came out of my building and was greeted with the sight of Gavin perched on his Ninja ZX12R. My smile widened. He brought out the crotch rocket just for me. I loved this bike. If it weren't for him, I'd be too afraid to get on it myself. That thing had too much power for me. The midnight blue coloring and the chrome accents make it look menacing. In the dark or the shade, it looked black. 

He watched as I pulled my long curls into a messy bun and yanked my helmet on. Gavin bought me my helmet and jacket for one of my birthdays after he got sick of seeing me with the half helmet on. He was afraid one day I'd fall off the back and crack my head open. 

My jacket and helmet were the girly version of his. He made sure it was the same colors as the bike but with pink thrown in here and there. According to Gavin, it was a must that we matched when we rode together.

"So, where to, Red?" he asked after I'd zipped up my leather. He was just as excited as I was.

"Hillside mall, please."

"You didn't plan on buying a lot of stuff did you? " he asked as if the thought had just occurred to him. "All I have is the duffel bag on the back."

"Nope, I just need a few shirts." Even if I did, it wouldn't matter, I was happier about getting on the bike than I was about shopping.

"Good." 

Gavin threw a leg over his bike as he straddled it and hefted it upright. He knocked the kickstand up with his heel and turned the key in the engine. I waited until he got situated before I sat on the seat behind him. Eager to get started, I wrapped my arms around him and set my chin on his shoulder waiting to feel the soothing vibrations of the bike beneath me.

Gavin pulled away from the curb as smoothly as if the bike was apart of him. He made his way to the highway then opened the throttle. I scooted myself a little closer and wrapped my arms tighter around him. I could feel the vibrations of a chuckle rumble through his body. I would have pinched him, but he wouldn't have felt it through his leather.

I was grinning the entire way to the mall, my whole motive for calling him blown away by the wind whipping past us.

We got to the mall, and roamed around without a real destination for a while. We didn't really talk much after we got off the bike, but I didn't care. After the high I felt getting off the bike, I was just fine with that. 

Surprisingly, Gavin didn't complain once. It was almost as if things were back to normal between me and my best friend. He followed me around from store to store as I tried to make up my mind. I saw a lot of things I wanted but had to keep in mind my dwindling bank account and the fact that there wasn't much room on the bike for storage. 

I settled for a couple shirts and a new pair of sunglasses. We were on our way out of the mall when he stopped walking. 

"What?" I asked looking down. I didn't think I forgot a bag. 

I watched as a sly smile began to spread across his face. That's when I looked up and realized he'd stopped in front of Victoria's Secret.

"Don't you need something from here?" 

I crossed my arms, which was difficult with my bags and helmet in my hands.

"Don't ruin it now, you've been really good all day."

"Exactly." He said it like that was enough to prove his point. "Just sayin, you looked at everything in this mall but the kitchen sink, you might as well."

"I don't think so."

He pulled me out of the way of the flow of people that were starting to get angry because I was standing in the way.

"Dontcha wanna see what they have?"

"I know what they have." My arms were still crossed over my chest. 

He turned on his heel and strutted into the store stopping at the first half naked display that greeted him. 

"Do you like this one?" he asked loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Lets go," I said from the doorway stamping my foot. 

He walked a little deeper in the store, grabbed a pair of g-strings and held them up. "These would look nice on you."

I groaned as several patrons turned to grin at the hottie with the biker helmet fingering a pair of g-strings. I tried not to be distracted by his looks. You'd think that after years and years of being a heartbeat away from such a breath taking man, my senses would have dulled. One would think...

The man look absolutely sinful holding the intimates with a wide grin across his face. His jacket was still on, but open, hanging from his broad shoulders showing his t-shirt underneath.

His loose jeans hung low on his hips hinting at their narrowness. His wheat colored Timbs were on his feet feeding into every detail of the bad-boy image. I think I may have drooled a little bit.

I ran into the store set on trying to drag him out. 

He stood in the middle of Victoria's Secret with a shit-eating grin on his face dangling the panties, or lack thereof from his finger. I walked right up to him, snatched them from his hand and put them back. I grabbed his sleeve and tried to tug him to the door, but he didn't budge. Something caught his attention behind me, and he pushed me out the way and headed for another display further into the store.

"The exit is that way, Gavin," I protested trying not to shout at him in the store. I could feel a heat beginning to creep into my cheeks as people were grinning at his enthusiasm at being let loose in a panty store.

"Look at this," he said shaking his head and holding up a see through nighty. 

"Gavin Michael Preston, lets go," I said using his full name. If possible, his grin got even wider. He looked extremely pleased with himself. 

"This is even better." He sidestepped me again and stood directly in front of another scantily clad mannequin. "This is definitely you."

My embarrassment began to reach new heights as a sales woman made her way to us. 

"I love it when couples shop for lingerie together," she said with a slight southern accent. "How long yall been together?" Gavin spoke before I could tell her we were not together.

"Two years," he said as he threw an arm around my shoulders and pulled me closer. The saleswoman beamed at us.

"Too few couples shop for intimates together, I think it makes a relationship stronger." Gavin was grinning like a fool. "See anything you like?" The woman asked Gavin. The fact that she wasn't even talking to me made things that much worse.

"Oh yea," he said a little too enthusiastically. "This right here."

My eyes widened in horror as my eyes rolled over what the mannequin had on. A pair of lacey see-through boy shorts and a push up demi-bra. 

"Well, lets see." The woman held my jacket open to get a better look at me. She turned from us and began rummaging through one of the drawers. She pulled out a pink version of what was on the mannequin.

"Do you have one in red?" Gavin tightened his grip around my neck when I tried to wriggle free. "It kinda has special meaning to us." When the woman turned around I stomped on his foot. 

He grunted and the woman turned around and asked if everything was all right.

"Peachy," I answered her. I flashed her a sarcastic smile and she turned back to rifle through another drawer.

"She's just shy," Gavin said to the woman's back. I heard her say a lot of women are.

"I will get you for this," I said under my breath so only Gavin could hear me. 

He smiled his million-dollar smile and said it didn't matter. The look on my face was well worth it.

The saleswoman turned back towards me triumphantly holding out the ensemble for me to take. I was afraid to touch it. 

"Umm...no thanks." I was redefining the word mortification.

"Go on honey," the woman said sweetly. "Try it on."

"No, no, that's okay." I stood there awkwardly staring at the pile of lace the woman was trying to hand me. Gavin took it from her and turned to me.

"Yea honey, c'mon, try it on." The saleswoman nodded her head and started walking towards the dressing rooms. Gavin had me in a near headlock as he trailed after the woman. I reached in his jacket and pinched his side. He groaned again and told me it was going to take more than that to keep him from enjoying this.

I stood in front of the dressing room staring at the door and the woman holding it open for me. I looked back and forth from her face to Gavin's. Both of them were looking at me smugly and Gavin looked like he as fighting fits of laughter. 

I snatched the lace from Gavin's hand and marched into the dressing room. At least in there, I'd be away from the two of them. I couldn't believe this, women were supposed to stand up for other women, and this crazy lady totally threw me under the bus.

I watched as the saleswoman raised her eyebrows suggestively then shut the door. This was unbelievable. She'd only met Gavin three minutes ago and already he had her wrapped around his finger.

I stood in front of the mirror staring at the lace in my hand. It was out of morbid curiosity that I began to wonder what I would look like with the soft red silk against my skin. My curiosity won me over as I began peeling off my clothes. 

I felt weird getting naked in a plywood box filled with mirrors so I turned my back so I wouldn't have to see myself. Carefully I stepped into the lace boy-shorts and pulled them up. They sat low on my hips and suggestively encased the globes of my behind. I removed my bra, shrugged into the demi-bra and clasped it in the front. 

Hesitantly I turned toward the mirror to assess the damage. Good Lord, I thought to myself. It's a good thing I shaved, because these panties barely covered me. If you looked, you could see the definite outline of my pussy lips. I turned to the side to see how my butt looked. I was pleasantly surprised. I had to admit, these things made my ass look big and juicy. 

I turned to admire my chest. Gavin was right; the red against my skin did look good. My breasts were impossibly squeezed together giving me more cleavage than I naturally had. I looked at my breasts shocked, the top of the cup barely covered my nipples, maybe it was too small.

I couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to have Gavin slide my panties to the side and ease himself into me. Right here, right up against this mirror. The feel of him stretching – STOP THAT! I scolded myself. Stop that right now.

A knock on the door startled me out of my assessment, and I felt a blush creep into my cheeks. I felt like I'd been caught red-handed. 

"Red, let me see!" Gavin shouted from the other side of the door.

"Hell no!" I replied panicked. There is no freakin way he could see me like this. This is not something a best friend sees another best friend in.

"C'mon, honey," the sales woman, said. I rolled my eyes. There is no way they were going to get me out of here. "Show your man what he's getting."

Christ.

Before I could correct the saleswoman and try to explain to her that the Neanderthal standing next to her on the other side of the door was not my man, Gavin yelled out, "If you don't come out, I'm coming in."

"Oh no you're not."

"I could always look through these little slats in the door."

"No! Don't you dare!" I shouted. If he was going to see me, I didn't need it to be because he was spying on me. 

"Are you willing to bet on that?"

Audibly, I gulped.

How the hell do I always end up in these retarded situations? Sure, I needed to come to the mall, but I hadn't bet on this when I called him this morning. It started out as a way to find out if he'd slept with his secretary, and here I am half naked in Victoria's Secret with my best friend on the other side of the door trying to coax me out. Not to mention, I still had no idea if he'd slept with his secretary or not. 

It was clear now that the logic I'd seen no flaw in this morning was based on quick sand. Too bad I hadn't realized this sooner. 

"Come out, or I'm coming under the door." I heard him drop his helmet on the floor.

"Okay, okay," I said shakily. It's like a bathing suit, right? Nothing he hasn't seen before.

I turned back to the mirror and tired to cover more of my breasts with the bra cup...it didn't really work. I tried to pull the crotch of the panties away from me a little bit; I didn't need him seeing my pussy lips either. 

"I think it's too small."

"Let me see and I will tell you," he answered smugly, and almost breathlessly. 

"I hate you," I said under my breath. Both Gavin and the saleswoman heard me and laughed. 

Just like a bathing suit. 

Well, it wasn't just like a bathing suit, at least one I ever wore, so I grabbed my shirt and held it in front of my waist. He didn't need to see all of me.

Cautiously, I peaked my head out the door. "Come closer, I don't want anyone else to see me."

Gavin was still grinning as he stepped closer to the door, shielding the opening with his body. The saleswoman took the hint and left the dressing room. 

I opened the door a wider by a fraction. "Don't laugh."

"I won't."

"Promise."

"Promise, I won't laugh," he said raising his fingers like a boy scout. 

I opened the door wider and his smile died on his face, his eyes glazed over expressionless. I felt naked as they started at my chest and slid down my body. 

"Move the shirt," he said through clenched teeth.

"No."

"Move it, or I will," he said as his eyes met mine. Numbly, trying not the think about the consequences of this moment, I slowly slid the shirt from in front of me. How bad could it really be?

His eyes raked down the front of my body and stopped at the front of my panties, and I knew he could see everything. I've never felt so vulnerable in my life. 

"I told you, its too small," I whined. I couldn't believe I was standing here like this. I felt like a total ass.

"It's not too small." 

I rolled my eyes.

"I didn't want you to laugh, but I didn't want you to look at me like a freak either."

I tired to slam the door in his face, but he caught it. "You're not a freak." He didn't say it too convincingly. His breath was coming out too fast, like he was trying not to run from me screaming bloody murder.

Before the tears that were threatening to spill could get their chance to make an appearance, I tugged the door from his grasp and slammed the door shut. I watched as his feet stood in front of the door for a minute, then I saw him pick up his helmet and leave the dressing room. 

Why the hell were men even allowed in this dressing room? I wondered angrily. And why the fuck am I always crying around him? It didn't matter now; he'd already seen me naked, or nearly there. The damage was officially done. I didn't feel this bad after we'd had sex in the coffee shop. At least I still had my clothes on. That felt like it happened years ago.

Angrily, I yanked the delicate lace from my body berating myself because I never should have called him, let alone let him talk me into something as absurd as this. What the fuck was I thinking?

He was only the second person to see me so vulnerable and he'd reacted just about the same way Wilson had, except Wilson felt the need to express his dislike out loud instead of running from me. 

I got my clothes back on, wiped the spilled tears from my face and marched out the door with my head high. I hung the lingerie on the outside of the door, and realized the view Gavin must have gotten of my backside as I stood with my back to the mirror. Predictably, my face grew hotter. 

Still trying to shake the thoughts from my head, I walked out of the dressing room. I scanned the store looking for Gavin. My shopping trip was officially over. 

He's probably in the corner somewhere trying to get my image out of his head.

On my second sweep, I noticed him leaning against the counter talking to a petite brunette. Great, the sight of me drove him directly into the arms of another woman. If that isn't the story of my life, I don't know what is. 

I am never taking my clothes off for anyone ever again. My best friend can't even look at me.

I walked up next to him feeling dejected and rejected. Gavin looked startled as he shoved something into the inner pocket of his jacket.




Distractions Ch. 07



Fuckin great, he got the tart's number too. Well, the woman didn't deserve that, but still. Seriously? Maybe I should swear off men and only date women. 

That wouldn't work. I can't even tolerate any female friends, how the hell could I have a female lover? I was doomed, and it was time I stopped pretending there was hope. Maybe its about time I stated investing in cats. 

At least now I didn't have to worry about finding out what his 'I'll wait forever for you speech was about'. It was probably a line to get me to sleep with him while his secretary was in my bathroom. 

I bet he used that same line to get the cashier's number, I thought numbly as I looked at the floor. I couldn't bear to look at him anymore. Of course now I was wondering just how many women he used that line on, and how many times it worked. It almost worked on me.

Out the corner of my eye, I saw Gavin turn. He must have been done flirting with her. I looked up in time to see the girl waving and smiling at me like she knew something I didn't. She was probably smiling because she knew he'd call her tonight, and forget all about the black girl he walked into Victoria's Secret with. 

I didn't wait for him to catch up with me as I stormed out of the store. I clutched the bag with my shirt in it with one hand as I shoved my helmet on top of my head with the other. I didn't pull it all the way down; it was only on so I wouldn't have to physically tell him I was ready to go home.

Apparently he didn't get the hint.

"Is there anywhere else you wanna go?" He asked, his hands shoved deeply in his pockets.

I huffed; completely annoyed that he couldn't read the obvious irritation in my body language.

"Home." I grumbled.

Gavin walked silently beside me as we headed back towards the bike. I didn't bother asking him if there was anything he wanted to get. 

Uh, I was so angry with myself. Why the hell did I put myself in that position? As soon as Gavin dropped me off at home, I was going to ask for my key back then call AAA. There was no way I was going to rely on him for anything. 

Who knew a bruised ego could hurt sooo bad? After Wilson, you'd think I'd be used to it, but this was worse, much worse.

All this effort, and I still wasn't even positive if he'd slept with his secretary or not. But I guess that doesn't matter anyway. If it wasn't her, he would have slept with someone else. He seemed to be real good at whoring himself around lately. 

I was still marching along, brooding, when the sound of Gavin repeatedly calling my name snapped me out of my stupor. 

"What?" I snarled. 

"Uhh," he said not meeting my gaze. "Do you wanna come back to my place?"

"No." Is he fucking serious?!

"What are you gonna do at home?"

Whatever the fuck I want, but I kept that thought to myself. "Dunno." At this point, anything would be better than this.

"We can play pool." He looked at me like he knew he had me. He knew how much I loved the game, about as much as I loved riding on the back of his Ninja. But the idea of spending any more time with him was churning my stomach, and I couldn't.

"C'mon, I haven't played against anyone in ages," he added quickly as if he could tell I was about to protest.

"What, you didn't play with Secretary Barbie last night?" I was so mad I just couldn't help myself.

"No I took her home." I bet he did.

"Ohh," I said dramatically. "I forgot the rules. You never bring a girl back to your place because it's harder to get away from them in the middle of the night. And it also avoids the possibility of her pretending to be in the neighborhood and unexpectedly stopping by," I said repeating what he'd told me time and time again. I almost forgot, he never broke his rules.

"You think you're so smart don't you?" His face hardening.

The way he said it took some of the wind out of my sails, but I wasn't about to let that stop me now.

"The value of a college education," I said as I turned from him and kept walking.

"What is wrong with you?" He bellowed into the parking lot.

"Me?" I spun around furious now.

"Yes you." He marched right up to me and got in my face. "You know everything don't you?"

I looked at him incredulously. The anger in his eyes seemed genuine, but I didn't care. I didn't feel like doing this anymore. I wanted to get away from him, and this time I wouldn't come back. 

"What's wrong with you?" He asked again slightly angrier this time.

My first instinct is always to run and I should listen more often. If I had, I wouldn't be in this position.

"Nothing," I replied tightly. The faster this ended, the faster I could get away from him. 

"Tell me." he took one step closer, and I took one step back. 

"Nothing to tell." I crossed my arms of my chest and raised my chin in defiance.

"Oh, that's right. You've had an attitude since we left the store, but there's nothing wrong. Go ahead and keep your feelings all bottled up until you explode again and throw a tantrum and stamp your foot. You couldn't be more callow if you tried."

My mouth hung open in surprise, but I quickly recovered. 

"There is nothing wrong!" I shouted. I couldn't believe he'd say something like that to me. He was right, though. Pride wouldn't allow me to say what was really on my mind. 

"You're my best friend, Red, what makes you think I don't know when something is bothering you?"

I flashed him a big phony smile. "There's nothing wrong." I'd be damned if I told him that his reaction to seeing me nearly naked sent me off the deep end. 

"You're a terrible liar," he said as he pulled his helmet over his head and zipped his jacket. 

I stuck my tongue out at him. I couldn't help it.

Gavin shook his head at me and mounted his bike. I stood there with my arms folded, acting every bit as stubborn as I knew I was. Eventually, when I knew I had no other way home, I stuffed my purchases in the duffel bag strapped to the back of his bike and got on. I tried to sit as far away from him as possible, but that was impractical. I'd probably get myself killed trying to prove a point.

He had his own point to prove too. As we hit the highway, he opened the throttle again, and instinctively I slid closer and wrapped my arms around him tighter. The faster he went, the more important I knew it was for me to try to mold myself to his body to decrease drag. I tucked my head tighter into his back and squeezed his legs with mine. I'd punch him if it were physically possible at this point. 

We raced along the highway, testing the laws of physics when I noticed he'd passed my exit. I yanked on the front of his jacket trying to get his attention. Maybe he forgot I was behind him, or maybe he was going too fast to realize he'd missed the exit.  

To my amazement, he took one hand off the handgrip grabbed my hand and placed it back around his waist. He rubbed and patted my hand as if trying to tell me that's where it belonged. 

Still feeling antagonized, I began to wonder if he'd planned this. It was a lot harder to be angry with someone when they were flying through traffic at such exhilarating speeds. I felt a tiny bit of anger roll off my back with the wind. The longer I pressed against him, the harder it was becoming to stay angry. It was hard to focus on my anger, as I held onto the hard lines of his body that sat rigidly in front of me, totally in control of this amazing machine. So, I tucked my head and tried to enjoy the rest of the ride.

Eventually when I felt the bike begin to slow, I realized we were in his neighborhood. The anger that had started to leave me on the bike was creeping back now. He pulled up outside his apartment and killed the engine. I jumped off the back before he could even get the kickstand down.

"You were supposed to take me home. I don't want to be here!" Gavin looked unperturbed as he got off the bike and unhooked his duffel bag from the back. "And I want my key," I said indignantly. 

He was regarding me like I was crazy, and that was making me angrier. I watched astounded as he opened the front door and held it open for me.

Fine, I will call the taxi anyway. I reached into my pocket only to remember that I'd tossed the phone into the duffel bag, and the bag was over his shoulder. Shit. I stalked into the building behind him. 

I'd go upstairs, get my phone and I'd be out of here. The urge to run was overwhelming. 

"Just one game of pool, Red. That's all I'm asking for. Then I'll gladly take you home and give you back your key if that's what you really want." 

What did he mean 'if that's what you really want?' Of course that's what I want!

It was just like him to not think twice about using me to get what he wants.

Gavin studied my scowl as he shoved his key into the lock. "Relax crazy, its just one game of pool." 

I'm pretty sure a growl escaped my throat.

I followed him into his apartment, not really seeing an alternative. He put his helmet on the kitchen counter, walked to the fridge, grabbed beer then headed into the living room. Very carefully, he removed his jacket and laid it on the couch. He grabbed the remote, switched on the TV, and sat down. He popped the tab on both beers. He took along swig out of one and placed the other one at the other end of the table, closest to me.

"I thought we were gonna play pool?"

"In a minute," he answered without taking his eyes off the television. "Games on."

I didn't have time for this; I wanted to get away from him.

"Gimmie my phone," I demanded.

I watched as he pulled it from the bag and stuffed it into this pants pocket. "You want it come and get it." My scowl deepened.

I would have tilted my head back and screamed, but he would have classified that as me throwing a tantrum so I fumed, but not silently.

Gavin didn't think it was worth it to pay for a house phone, when the only phone he used was his cell phone. My only chance for a ride out of this apartment was sitting nestled against his thigh.

I stood with my arms folded, my jacket still zipped, tapping my foot in the foyer. 

"Oh for Christ's sake, let me relax for two seconds." 

Stiffly I ignored the beer he'd set on the counter and perched myself on the armrest of his couch. 

I watched him with narrowed eyes as he drained his beer and got up to get another one. Pretending like he knew I didn't drink any of the beer, he tested its weight. It was still full.

"What, are you a light weight now?" I knew he was goading me, but I was still trying to make a point. I marched over to the table, snatched the beer off the table and chugged it. I wanted to smack him, but I settled for giving him the finger and throwing the empty can at him, which he caught. 

His smile didn't reach his eyes as he brought me another. 

The thought never crossed my mind that as my best friend, he'd put up with my bullshit for years, and he knew exactly how to handle my moods.

He sat down for a couple minutes and savored his next beer. Despite myself, I sipped on the new beer he brought me. Why not? The day had already gone to shit, might as well get a buzz while I'm at it. 

Just one game of pool, and this will all be over. 

Gavin waited until halftime before he got up and made his way to the pool table. I watched as he racked the balls.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Now your highness is ready?" I asked with an attitude. 

Gavin turned the television off and switched his stereo on. "Take your jacket off and stay awhile."

I huffed. "I plan on this game being over soon. I wanna go." Gavin opened his mouth like he was going to say something, but then quickly closed it before any sound could escape. 

He walked back to the kitchen, pulled a six-pack out of the fridge, and set it on the table. He seemed awfully keen on drinking a lot. 

"How bout we make a wager?" he said as he opened his third beer. 

"Sure," I said still dripping with attitude. "I win, I get my key back and you take me home now. Not when the Sox win the pennant again, now." He nodded with a smile.

"You loose, you stay and tell me what's wrong with you." I crossed my arms over my chest considering the rules. "You could call yourself a taxi, but your phone is in my pocket."

If I had a gun, I would have shot him. At the rate he was drinking, it would be easy for me to win, so I agreed. 

I left my jacket on as Gavin re-racked the balls. He broke first, because he knew I hated doing it. His solid break sent two solid balls into the pocket. He didn't speak as he concentrated on his next move. I watched in fascination as he moved agilely around the table sliding the pool stick through his fingers as he assessed his next move. Three shots later, he finally missed. 

I pulled my stick down from the wall already looking to pocket the 13 ball in the corner. I called it and shot. I let out a little sigh of relief as I made it. I was banking on Gavin's drinking to help me win the game. On any other day, he'd beat me, but I was hoping that with the alcohol handicap, I'd have a chance. 

I called the next shot and made it. He said nothing as he stood in the corner watching me, sipping his beer. 

On my next shot, I missed. Gavin walked right to the table, confident in his stride and sunk the four ball, setting himself up perfectly to sink the six, which he did.

Shit. I looked at the table – he only had three balls left, and the eight ball, I had five and the eight ball. How the hell did that happen?

Gavin looked at the table, he really didn't have a shot, so when he tried for the one, he knew it may not work, which it didn't. It was my turn. I had a shot at the twelve; I could make it if I really concentrated. I shrugged out of my jacket and took a sip of beer. I took a deep breath and just barely knocked the ball in, almost scratching in the process.

I sighed with relief, if I concentrated, it was possible I could win this game, and then I could get the hell out of here. I didn't have a shot this time, she when I launched the cue ball; I just wanted to put it in a place that would make things harder for Gavin.

Gavin tried again, his brow furrowed in concentration as he went for the five and sunk it. For his next shot, he slammed the cue into the one ball, rocketing it into the side pocket. The cue ball bounced back and nudged the two into the corner pocket. I was going to lose this game; he only had the eight ball left.

He took another long swig of beer and sailed the cue ball right passed the eight ball. I stepped to the other side of the table, determined to win this game. He could have blown that shot on purpose, but I could win this. The nine and eleven balls were too far away for me to do anything with so I concentrated on the fourteen and fifteen balls that were sitting next to the eight ball. 

I leaned over the table and set up my shot. As soon as I released the pool stick, I knew I'd lost. The cue ball sailed right into the eight ball sending it into the side pocket. Just like that, I'd lost. 

I stood staring at the table not wanting to believe the game was really over. The sound of Gavin's voice pulled me from my thoughts.

"So, what's wrong with you?"

I glared at him for a minute before answering. "Honestly, nothing." 

"You need to work on lying." He took another long drag of his beer, then walked to the kitchen and put it in the recycling.

"I'm not lying. I'm just irritated with myself. Nothing is wrong."

"Christ!" he shouted as he rushed back into the living room, his frustration with me finally having won out. "Its amazing you still can't trust me enough to tell me what you're thinking."

"Trust you?" I shouted back at him. "In light of recent events, you're lucky I'm even talking to you."

"And why do you think that is?" he asked smugly. 

That nearly knocked all the air out of my lungs. I really hadn't thought about it like that. My mind was reeling. What the hell was I doing here, and why was I talking to him?

"You're one to talk," I spat. He raised his eyebrows. "You don't tell me anything anymore. Its like we're strangers." I watched as his eyes darkened. 

Not my most eloquent argument, but it would work. For now. It was a slightly more mature argument then shouting, "I know you are, but what am I?"

"You ever think I don't tell you anything any more because you jump to conclusions and run off without letting me explain?" I had a brief flash of that night on Spike's front lawn. "So what's the point of trying to Red? You're only gonna get mad at me and run away anyway."

Gavin crossed him arms over his chest. 

I stuck my tongue out at him – real mature I know, but I was at a loss for words. I wasn't expecting the bluntness of his statement or the truth it held.

"Fine. Be that way you brat. Since I won and you didn't fully answer my questions, I say we play again."

I was still trying to come up with an answer for myself. I had no idea why I was still here. While I was standing there trying to come up with a reasonable explanation, he kept talking. 

"Lets make this game more interesting," he said as he swallowed more beer. I stopped to look at him.

"Pool, truth or dare style. You miss a shot, you get asked a question. That way we both get answers. Deal?"

"Deal," I heard myself answer. My curiosity won out over my anger. Now I know why they say it killed the cat. Maybe I'd be lucky enough to get some answers first. 

I finished off my beer and grabbed another. 

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I stepped in front of Gavin this time, and broke. Who knows, I could get lucky. Of course I had no such luck. Gavin said nothing as he stepped out of the way and let my by.

"Truth or dare?" He asked calmly.

I wasn't in the mood – I wanted to get this over with. "Truth."

"Did you go out with Jeremy last night?" Wow, just jumping right in, are we?

"No."

"Why not?" 

"That's another question."

Gavin peeled his eyes from me and returned his attention back to the game. He shot and missed. He didn't seem that interested in the game.

"Truth or dare," I asked.

"Truth."

"What did you do last night?"

"Nothing."

"I'm not gonna play if you lie," I said slamming my beer down on the table.

"Then be more specific," he answered like I wasn't on the verge of pulling my hair out in frustration.

"You and the secretary have a fuck fest last night?"

"Nope." 

I rolled my eyes at him and took my shot. To my surprise, I made it, but I missed the next one. At least I knew I was solids this time.

"Truth of dare?"

"If Wilson asked you, would you get back together with him?"

The force of that question was like a punch in the stomach and I had no choice but to sit down. I perched back on the edge of the couch, wondering if putting my head between my legs would help me. I couldn't breathe. Where'd that come from?

"Why does he want me back?" I asked barely above a whisper. I panicked a little, and I could see Gavin's knuckles turn white as he gripped his pool stick harder. 

"That's another question," he responded through clenched teeth. My head felt light, but I had to answer him.

"Well," I started, a thousand thoughts flying through my head. "At this point, no. No." I said answering him truthfully. "If you'd asked me before Spike's party, I probably would have said yes." I'm not sure why, but I would have said yes.

Gavin seemed to relax a fraction. He turned back to the game and easily sunk his next two shots. He missed the third and it seemed like it was on purpose. 

"Truth," he responded without me having to ask.

"You have sex with Cassie?"

If I thought he wore a pained expression before, it was nothing compared to the way his face twisted this time. 

He sighed heavily and said no. 

I didn't say anything else as I stood and took my next shot. I was distracted by how revealing this game was becoming and I missed my next shot.




Distractions Ch. 07



"Truth." 

"Are you sleeping with Jeremy?"

I couldn't help myself I started laughing. He grimaced at me, and I laughed harder. "No, definitely not. He's like a puppy I can't help but like." That was the answer I would allow myself to say. He didn't need to know the whole truth. 

Again, I saw Gavin relax a little more. He nodded his head and took a shot not even looking were he was shooting. It seemed like the game was finished, but neither of us was willing to say that. It was easier to have this conversation with the game as motivation.

"Truth," he said again. 

"You plan on having sex with that cashier?"

His brows wrinkled in confusion. "I saw you get her number in Victoria's Secret. You plan on sleeping with her?"

Gavin looked at me for a second like I was insane. He shook his head in what looked like disbelief and answered no. He went and sunk his first shot and missed the second. I didn't ask a question, I just got up and went. I needed time to gather my thoughts. He didn't say anything.

So, he didn't have sex with his secretary and he didn't plan on having sex with the cashier. What now? Does that change anything?

Still distracted, I missed my shot. My heart wasn't really in the game any more.

"Truth." I said as I drained my beer and opened another. 

Was this beer three or four? I couldn't keep track anymore, but I knew that if I were going to ask the questions floating around in my head, I needed more liquid courage. 

"Do you hate me?"

My eyes rocketed to Gavin's features. I guess I was trying to see what he was thinking. He looked at me with pleading eyes, and I thought about the question. Sure I was pissed at him, frustrated even, but I never entertained the idea of hating him, well at least not seriously. 

I didn't hate him; I was more frustrated with myself. I knew the way he was with women, so I shouldn't care what he was doing, or with whom, but it was bothering me. It was my fault that I couldn't contain myself when I was around him. Gavin Preston evoked a roller coaster of emotions in me, and it was my fault that I got so riled up. 

It sounds ridiculous, but I was more pissed at myself than him because he knew I was lying to him and myself. If I were a better liar, we wouldn't be in this position, whatever this position was. 

"No." I watched shock register on his handsome feature. Obviously, he was expecting me to say something else. "I don't hate you. I'm more irritated with myself for not being able to stay steadfast in my resolve and prevent this from friendship from being ruined, which is something you obviously don't care about. Honestly, I'm not sure why I'm trying so hard." 

Gavin looked stunned as he moved from his position in the corner to grab more beer. He gulped down half the can and lined up a shot. Now I knew he was missing on purpose because there was no way he couldn't have sunk the thirteen ball.

"Why are you doing this, Gavin?" I asked not even bothering to keep up the pretenses of playing truth or dare.

"Because you wont talk to me anymore," he said as he ran a shaky hand through his long brown locks. "You suddenly seem to think that I don't care or something. If this is the only way to get you to have a truthful conversation with me, then so be it."

I wasn't expecting that answer. I stood and took a shot because I was sick of standing still. Of course, I missed.

"Why are you doing this, Red?"

Honestly I didn't know. Any saner person would have left a long time ago, even if it meant they had to walk home. Any saner person wouldn't be pretending to play this stupid game. I didn't have an answer for him. 

"I guess," I started, knowing I had to give him some kind of answer otherwise he'd think I was hiding something. "I guess to get some answers."

He nodded his head and drained the rest of his beer. The answer seemed to be enough for him. I watched as he rubbed both hands over his face, wiping away sweat that was beginning to form on his forehead. 

When he pulled his hands away from his face, I saw a slight flush to his cheeks. I watched in horror as he lifted the hem of his shirt and pulled of his t-shirt, to stand on the other side of the pool table in just his jeans and sleeveless undershirt. 

"All this beer is makin me hot," he answered my unasked question. 

After a moment of silence, he picked up his stick and tapped the cue ball, giving me a chance to ask another question. He guessed right when he figured that I wouldn't ask my next question without prompting.

"How bad was it today?" I asked the question so softly, I didn't think he'd heard. I guess that's what I was silently wishing for. 

I felt his light brown eyes bore into me, and I couldn't believe that question had slipped out of my mouth. "It was horrible wasn't it? I saw the look in your eyes when you shut the dressing room door."

Gavin gripped the edge of the table and I watched as the veins in his arms bulged. 

"Is that what you think?" he asked incredulously as he stared down at the table.

"You didn't answer my question." 

My heart was slamming against my ribcage, and I was afraid it would beat right out of my chest. Here it was, the entire reason for me flying of the handle today, and I was about to find out what he really thought about me.

Without another word, he turned from the pool table and walked back towards the couch. So, it was so horrible for him seeing me half naked, he couldn't even answer. Wow. Well, at least I had an answer, right? I was fighting the sob that was threatening to escape my throat.

I turned my back to him, so he wouldn't see me struggling so earnestly.

He walked up beside me and tossed a bag onto the pool table, sending a few balls scattering across the table. "That's what I thought of today," he said pointing to the bag.

Quickly, I wiped my eyes and turned to face him, questions written all over my face.

"Go ahead and open it."

With shaky hands, I reached for the pink and white Victoria's Secret bag, almost afraid of what I would find. I forgot to breathe as my fingers touched the lacy material hidden by the plastic. My fingers grasped the material and slowly slid it out of the bag.

"Oh," was the only sound that escaped my lips as I realized how wrong I'd been. He wasn't flirting with the woman at the counter; he was buying me the lacey boy-shorts and the red demi push up bra. 

I saw dots dance in front of my eyes, and that's when I remembered I needed to breathe before I passed out.

"Oh," I said again still not sure what to say.

"What are you so afraid of?" he asked as he took another step closer to me. I could feel the heat radiating off his body. Suddenly I was really hot too.

"Obviously, what you're not afraid of – ruining this friendship," I said as I dropped the lace onto the pool table. My head was still spinning and I needed a minute to get myself together. The room began to tilt, and the heat radiating of Gavin's body seemed like too much. I felt like I was going to burn up inside.

I turned to walk away from him, but he grabbed my elbow and spun me back to him, searching my face for an explanation. 

"Frankly," I continued as if I just hadn't tried to run from him. "I'm surprised that it hasn't been already. So would you please stop trying to chance it? Unless that's what you really want..." My voice trailed off and I looked up frantically.

I never thought about it like that before. If he wanted a way out of this friendship, this was a hell of a way of doing it. He could have just told me he didn't want me in his life anymore, he didn't need to do all of...this.

Gavin looked at me baffled, and I kept talking, rushing on, trying to fill the awkward silence that was falling around us.

"You only want me because I'm saying no to you. I know how you are." I didn't notice his fingers were pressing deeper into my elbow. 

"I'll wait for you – till you're ready I'll wait for you." He said it so low, I wasn't sure if I heard him or not. It wasn't until I saw his eyes frantically searching my face for an answer that I realized he did say it out loud.

"You said that last night. What the fuck does that mean?"

Gavin pulled me closer to him so I could see frustration starting to mar his handsome features. He looked hurt.

"It means just what I said," he said grabbing me with his other arm and shaking me. "I'll wait for you, convince you if I have to." His eyes desperately probing my face. The waves of heat rolling of his body were making me delirious. 

I couldn't help it, I laughed. I didn't mean to laugh at him, but it just came out. It came out in loud bursts, so forceful I couldn't breathe. After years of denying myself my feelings for him, it felt nearly impossible to just accept what he was saying. 

"This will be over before you can say ruined friendship," I said between fits of laugher. Gavin's fingers tightened their hold on me. "Someone will come along and grab your attention like they always do, you just have to wait for that someone to distract you."

I tired to quiet my laugher as I stared into his face. He couldn't be serious. At least I hope he wasn't. The prospect of that was much more frightening than if he'd told me he didn't want me in his life. I couldn't face these feelings head on, so I laughed. It wasn't a strained laugh either; they were full blown belly laughs.

Gavin shook me again, hysteria beginning to take over his face as he searched mine for the meaning of my reaction.

"With strict avoidance," I continued on, "and sticking to only safe topics on the phone, we could eventually return to normal. Perhaps even venture out into public in a few months. Of course Brenden would suspect something, but I think this could work," I babbled on. 

I was afraid if I stopped talking, the meaning of the heap of red lace on the pool table would make itself clear to me, and I didn't think I could handle that. This emotion, this feeling like all hope was lost, and I was the voice of reason was an emotion I could deal with. I couldn't deal with the weight of the emotion contained within the red lace.

"I dare you to kiss me," Gavin's words broke through my ramblings, and my laughter died in my throat. 

"What?"

"I dare you. If you can kiss me and honestly tell you have no reaction and can't tell that I'm sincere, than we drop the subject forever." Gavin looked at me desperately now, and I could feel tiny beads of cold sweat beginning to break out across my forehead. I stared back at him in shock and it was his turn to ramble on.

"I remember how you kissed me. That night at the bonfire, that night in the bar when you saw Wilson. I remember it all. You can say whatever you want. You can lie to yourself and lie to me, but I know the truth. I know what your feeling. The way you kiss me tells me everything."

Well, when he put it like that, we really did kiss way more often than socially acceptable for best friends. Was that normal?

The cold sweat was turning into a full-blown panic attack. If I kissed him, my ruse would be over. If I kissed him, I wouldn't be able to pretend anymore, and he'd know that I was lying to him. If I kissed him, it would change everything. Change was supposed to be a good thing...right?

He took a confident step closer. He could see in indecision written on my face, my emotions so easily playing themselves out in my eyes. 

"What are you, chicken?" I saw the same challenge in his eyes that I'd seen that night at the bonfire. The light brown of his eyes boring into mine, daring me to back down.

"No," I said defiantly lifting my chin up a notch. 

He knew I'd never back down from a challenge, especially from him. He knew he had me.

"Then do it." 

He stepped closer to me, pressing the hardness of his body against mine. I could feel my body trying to mold itself to his. Our breath mixed as our breathing became ragged. I could feel the tension coiled in his arms as my hands slid up the side of his body. This time it was his breath that caught in his throat as my hands continued their journey up his body.

They ran over the expanse of the muscles in his arms, up his tensed shoulders and into the curled hair waiting for my fingers at the nape of his neck. I smiled at the dark chocolate color his eyes had become, and he smiled back. 

Slowly, as if waiting for the other shoe to drop, and my bubble to burst, I raised up onto my toes and closed the distance between our mouths. 

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Haha, (with an evil grin). I know, I know what everyone is thinking, and I'm sorry. I can understand your frustration and honestly I'm frustrated too. I would have kept going but I didn't want this chapter to get too long and have you loose interest. So see, I had your best interest at heart when I ended the chapter right when things were getting good. 

Don't be too angry with me though, I submitted 7 and 8 within days of each other, so you should have your answers very soon.

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Distractions Ch. 08



Thanks for the comments and feedback and I am mean for leaving you guys hanging like that, but hopefully this chapter will ease at least some of your anxieties. Or course, it wont answer all of your questions, but that's the point inst it? I gotta keep you coming back for more right?

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Distractions Ch. 08



"I am so sorry," he said in a hushed voice. "What did he do to you?"

That wasn't what I'd expected to hear. Without thinking, my eyes flew open and it took me a minute to adjust. The harsh lights and my teary eyes cast a haze around Gavin's beautiful features. 

He was staring down at me as I finally managed to look up at him. 

"I am so sorry," he said again. He bent his head toward mine stopping when our foreheads touched. He was silently asking permission for him to go any further. I didn't say yes, but I didn't flinch when his lips got closer to mine.

His lips touched mine tenderly as if he were trying to restrain himself. "Baby, I am so sorry."

The sudden movement of me throwing my arms around his shoulders and pulling him closer shocked him, but he quickly recovered as he hugged me back. I didn't realize I was sobbing into his shoulder until he tired to quiet me.

"I swear to god, I won't let him hurt you ever again." He took a deep breath. "I'll fuckin kill him."

I sobbed harder. This was embarrassing, but I couldn't stop. The sincerity in his voice was tearing down all the defenses I'd build up. I clamped my mouth shut in effort to quiet my sobs, and he told me not to. He wanted me to let it out. Talk about showing weakness.

I sat on the edge of his pool table in his apartment clutching myself to him. If my life depended on it, I don't think I could have let him go. His hands let go of my back as he wrapped my legs around his waist. Seemingly without an ounce of effort, he lifted me in his arms and held me to his chest. He settled me on his waist with his hands clapped underneath my bottom.

"I – I'm to – too heavy." It was the first thing I said and it came out in gasps as I tried to control myself. 

"That's what you're worried about?" He asked as he stepped away from the pool table. He was standing like he didn't have a full-grown human clutching onto him for dear life. "Don't worry, I got you."

I felt the muscles of his hips and torso shift under me as he began to sway to the music I hadn't heard until now. My sobs had quieted, and I wasn't sure what was next. Gavin continued to dance while holding me, slowly lulling me to sleep. My head was pounding and I was still certain in the back of my mind that there was still time for him to change his mind. 

The music continued and he shifted and swayed. I lay my head on his shoulder as he turned to inhale the scent of my hair. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of him beneath me. His hard chest was pressed against mine, and I could feel the faint pitter-patter of his heartbeat. Neither of us spoke as he danced with me in the middle of the floor, the pool game long forgotten.

He has to be sick of holding me, I thought as I attempted to disentangle myself from him. I was about to unwrap my legs from around his waist when I felt his hand on my thigh.

"No." He pulled back to survey my face. "I like this. Let me hold you."

I tightened my legs around him, pulling myself closer to him in the process. I hadn't noticed until now that he was still hard. He ignored his arousal as he continued to hold me to him while swaying to the music.

I wasn't sure how long we stood like that, but I stirred when I felt him reach behind him first with one hand then the other to untie my boots and slip them off my feet. 

Gavin turned and started walking. I began to panic when I realized he was walking towards his bedroom. As he walked down the hall, he kicked off his own boots, leaving them in a haphazard pile in the hallway. 

My breath started to quicken - not in a good way; in that way I knew something bad was about to happen. He kicked his door open and closed it behind him. I couldn't breathe, and I wanted to get out of his arms. This was the perfect way for my short-lived happiness to end. 

Gavin walked to the edge of his bed, and I tried to get away from him.

"Shh," he said. "Nothing is going to happen. I promise." I stilled, but I still didn't completely believe him. 

With me still hanging off him, he pulled the comforter back and crawled into the bed. I was willing to let go so he could move freely, but he wouldn't have any of it. He held me tighter as he climbed into the bed with me dangling underneath him. Silently, I marveled at his strength.

He laid me down gently on the bed and shifted slightly so he wouldn't crush me beneath his weight. 

I knew what was supposed to happen, but I didn't want to ruin it. I had to do this right. With a shaky hand, I snaked it down in between us. I sighed trying to force Wilson's sneer from my mind. My hand was still shaking when it connected with Gavin's belt. 

My eyes flew open as I felt Gavin's steely grip on mine. I'd messed up already, and Gavin was about to tell me how bad it was.

"I told you nothing was going to happen." I looked at him like he was crazy. "Nothing is going to happen, and I mean it. You need to rest."

I stared at him in shock as he removed my hand from his belt and brought it his lips.

"What about you?" His erection had to be hurting him by now, but he didn't look the least bit uncomfortable. 

"I'll be fine," he said as he tucked my hand into his. I was about to open my mouth in protest, but he silenced me with a kiss. 

His lips teased and tasted mine. I couldn't do anything but melt into his touch. Words couldn't describe the relief I felt. Wilson would have been demanding I put his thing in my mouth and make him happy. But Gavin was content with just cradling me in his arms. Maybe there was hope yet.

Gavin broke the kiss and tucked my head under his chin, our fingers still entwined. I chanced a look out the window and saw the sun low on the horizon. The brilliant colors of the sky and the sound of Gavin's heartbeat under my ear slowly and gently pulled me under, and I fell asleep.





Distractions Ch. 08



"Look at me."

It took me a second to build up the courage, but when our eyes finally met, his fingers slid lower and grazed my quivering slit. I grunted. I couldn't help it, it just came out. I grunted and grabbed onto his arm as his fingers continued to tickle my sex. I would have been more embarrassed by how wet I was if I couldn't feel the twitch of his erection as it rested hotly against my belly. 

The look in his eye told me he was more than ready, but he was doing this slowly for my benefit, and boy was it working. I could feel his middle finger parting my lips and swirling through my wetness as he lay looking at me as if we were talking about politics. The fact that he was doing everything in his power to remain under control, sent a wave of tingles through my body at the knowledge that little 'ol Red was doing this to Big Bad Gavin.

Gavin slid his middle finger further up my slit cautious not to touch my clit. I could have screamed, but a smile spread across my face as I realized this was what he wanted. I would have given in to him without hesitation, but I wanted to see how far he could go without losing control. 

Gavin swirled his fingers around my clit and I couldn't help the involuntary shudder that went through me. I caught my lip between my teeth as I tried to stifle a moan when he added a second finger. I could feel him moving his fingers back to my dripping slit. He poised his fingers at my entrance then stilled them.

"Show me what you want." I couldn't resist. The timber of his voice had dropped and sent a chill through me. 

To hell with seeing how long he can hold out, because I certainly can't.

I began to move my hips trying to get his fingers as deep into me as they would go as he lay there staring at me with watchful eyes. I grunted in frustration when no matter what I did, I couldn't get them far enough into me. I reached out and grabbed his hand, forcing his fingers closer to my sex, and he let me. I pushed his hand into me and held it there. I didn't know what came over me as I mashed the heel of his hand into my clit and continued to move my hips on his fingers. 

I could feel them deep inside me now, two of his thick, rough fingers deeper in my sex than anyone had ever been with only the digits on their hand. Together they were stretching me as I continued to move my hips up and down bring myself closer and closer to the edge. My eyes closed as I tried to refrain from calling out his name and verbalizing how badly I needed him. 

He kept his hand still as I brought myself closer and closer. My hips began to move erratically as I felt the tingle start in my toes and begin to creep higher. The shocks were too intense already and I couldn't keep up my rhythm. I was so close I could taste it, but the force of this orgasm was already starting to lock my muscles and it hadn't even hit me yet.

"Open your eyes." My eyes flew to his face as I screamed out his name when he shoved his fingers deeper into me still. He shoved his fingers in and out of my dripping cunt faster than my mind could process as I felt my pussy begin to spasm around his fingers. 

I could feel the muscles in his arm tense as he continued to pound me with his more than capable fingers. My eyes began to flutter closed as I felt my orgasm about to ripple through me, but again he commanded me to open them, and I did. 

My muscles locked and the leg thrown over his waist tightened around him brining him closer to me. White dots were floating in front of my eyes as my voice caught in my throat. Gavin reached down and clamped a nipple between his teeth as I felt the stabs of pleasure shoot through me.

I screamed and thrashed while he stayed latched onto me as I loudly rode out the waves of my orgasm. His fingers were still inside me, and the walls of my pussy were still milking them for the reward it wanted. I collapsed onto my back, and Gavin, still attached to my nipple, followed me.

Gavin relinquished the grip he had on my chest, and I could see his teeth impressions left in my skin. I was about to comment when he wiggled his fingers erasing any coherent thought in my brain. He swirled his fingers around in my juices and pulled them away from my body. I tried to suppress the whimper that escaped my lips when his fingers left me. I felt empty.

I watched from under hooded lashes as he brought his fingers to my lips. I knew what he wanted, and obediently, I opened my mouth and drew his index finger into my mouth. I had never tasted my own juices before, but under the circumstances, it seemed perfectly appropriate. 

I was surprised that I liked what I tasted. Gavin grunted as I began to suck on his finger harder trying to remove all traces of myself from his forefinger. I swirled my tongue around the tip of his finger like I would if his dick were in my mouth. He pulled his finger from my mouth, and slipped his middle finger between his own lips. His eyes closed in satisfaction as he removed the evidence of my arousal from his hand. 

He said nothing as he drew his finger from his mouth and placed his lips on mine. The fact that I could still taste myself on his lips made me probe his mouth deeper with my tongue. 

I shifted on top of him as we continued to kiss each other. I straddled his waist and folded myself onto him. His hands moved from my face to my hips as I moved my kisses to his jaw and nipped at his chin. I kissed my way to his Adam's apple and licked at the masculine protrusion there. I could feel the vibrations of his growl as his hands pushed my hips harder into the erection shielded from my sex by only the thin material of his boxers. 

I wasn't sure what to do, but following his lead, I kissed a trail to his pebbled nipples and pulled them into my mouth nipping at them with my teeth the same way he'd done to me. 

"Harder," he barked through clenched teeth. 

I hesitantly closed my teeth on the rosy bunched flesh. He commanded me to do it harder until he grabbed the back of my head and held me in place. I alternated sides, making sure that each got equal attention. I looked him in the eye as I started to kiss his stomach. I could feel his muscles clenching under my lips as I kissed lower and lower. 

Feeling devious, I snaked a hand between our bodies and latched onto his erection. I was a little unsure what to do, but his hand clamped over mine as he showed me how tightly he wanted me to stroke him. I could feel the wetness that leaked out of the tip of his engorged member, and my only thought was to see what it tasted like. 

I slid lower down his body with his hand still clamped around mine and I snaked my tongue out and tasted the wetness. Gavin's hips arched off the bed toward my face startling me. I looked up at his face startled afraid I'd already done something wrong. His eyes were closed, his head thrown back and his jaw clenched. 

A smile spread across my lips as I realized he wasn't upset, he was trying to keep himself from exploding all over my face. I stuck my tongue out and licked at the tip again. I watched his stomach muscles clench as he grumbled something I couldn't understand. His steely grip was still around my hand when he slid our hands lower down his cock letting more of the angry purple head peak free. 

Feeling brave, I slid the whole head into my mouth and sucked hard. His reaction this time was wholly unexpected as he sat up, grasped me under the arms, and flipped me onto my back so I was lying where he just was. In a flash, he was on top of me shoving his entire length into me.

I cried out at the unexpected intrusion into my body. My eyes shot the ceiling, and my mouth hung open in a silent cry as my body tried to figure out how to decipher the pleasure I was feeling at my best friend slamming his hard and hot length into me. 

With one hand, he grabbed my hair and pulled so more of my neck was exposed. His teeth bit down on the side of my neck as he continued to pound into me. I knew there would be a mark. The pain of the bite and the pleasure created by the friction his cock was causing caused me to cry out. 

I wrapped my legs around him as he ground his pelvis into my clit. I could feel my leg starting to twitch, and I wasn't sure if it was a good thing or not, but I wasn't about to stop and ask.

Gavin pounded into me relentlessly and he held himself up on his forearms, his face just inches from mine.

"Fuck," he bit out under his breath. "Do you like it baby?"

A whimper was the only thing I could get out, the force of his thrusts was knocking the wind out of me. 

"Say it," he growled into my ear as he snaked his tongue around my ear.

I opened my mouth and a moan escaped. My throat felt dry, and I didn't think I'd be able to say anything for a couple of days.

"Say it!" he yelled as he slammed viscously into me. It almost hurt, but I wouldn't have told him to stop for the world. 

"Oh god, I – it...it feels so soo go – good. Don't stop." I could barely get the words out as he picked up speed.

"Cum for me Isabelle."

I wasn't sure if it was him calling me Isabelle, the fact that I was already so close to orgasm, or if I felt his cock swell and begin to twitch inside of me that set me off, but it did. I came on his command, my pussy spasming tightly around his dick still sawing in and out of me. 

He grunted and shouted as he erupted inside of me, my pussy still spasming trying to milk more and more of his cum from his body. His arms trembled, and he collapsed on top of me still buried inside of me. He tried to move off me, but the weight of his body was comforting and I wrapped my legs around him to keep him in me. 

Gavin swirled his hips gently coaxing a moan from my throat as he captured my mouth again. I traced my hands up and down his sweaty back as his hands tangled in my hair and pressed my mouth harder to him. 

We fell asleep just like that.





Distractions Ch. 09







Distractions Ch. 09



"You have so many guy friends because they're all trying to fuck you – with the exception of Spike."

"That's why all guys are friends with girls, they wanna fuck 'em. Believe me, we aren't in it for the conversation."

"Really?" I asked astounded and angry. "And you and my brother have reached this conclusion and think its okay to screen my friends?" I was beside myself.

"Obviously you need us."

Fucking unreal. I picked up a pot that was sitting in the dish drain and I hurled it at his head. With a snort, he ducked out of the way just in time. The pot left a sizable hole in the wall across the kitchen.

"You wait till Bren gets home!" I yelled.

"It was his idea," he said simply, not rattled that I just attempted to dent his forehead. 

"What? Of all the pig headed, male ego driven things for you guys to do –"

"You should be thanking us. Do you have any idea how much flack we got because we were close to you? All the guys wanted to be friends with Brenden and me so they could be friends with you. It was much harder to do when you were still in high school and we went to college," he said off-handedly like I was remembering a cherished memory.

"Just because guys want to be my friend doesn't automatically mean they wanna fuck me!" 

"Oh yes it does. Why do you think all the girls hate you?" He leaned back on the counter and crossed his legs at the ankle. His arms folded comfortably in front of him. I tried not to be distracted by his sparkling brown eyes. 

My mind was reeling. What the fuck was going on?

"Because their boyfriends, or 'love interests'," he used quotation marks with his fingers, "want you. Hello. I didn't think you were this obtuse. I really thought you were playing. And I thought you were really good at it."

"So," I said tossing my head back. "All my guy friends are just friends with me so they can fuck me?" I could feel the air being let out of my sails. My anger was slowly succumbing to despair. 

"That's the gist of it."

"Well congratulations, dick. You win second prize right after Wilson."

Gavin's mouth dropped open and his eyes flashed wide. "I didn't mean it like that."

I flipped him the bird.

"I'm going to take a shower then I'm gonna order Chinese and curl up on the couch and watch a movie. I don't expect you to be here when I get out, but if you are, don't expect me to talk to you." I snatched my phone off the counter and marched toward the bathroom. The nerve. My anger was fading quickly into melancholy. Wilson was in it to say he fucked Gavin's best friend, and Bren's little sister. That must have been a riot for him, and like a fucking moron, I fell for it. 

I stood in the shower trying to convince myself that tears weren't mixing with the water. I sighed heavily as I let the water wash over my head, the heat seeming to help melt the day off my shoulders. And to think, I'd been worried about how Gavin would react. If anything, last night made him more of a dick, and apparently, we were back to the way we always were. 

To prevent myself from dissolving into another sob session, I directed my thoughts to Bren thinking it was okay to screen my friends. He and I were going to have a very serious talk when he got home. I washed my hair again, trying to push Gavin's words from my mind. So, every guy I knew was just trying to screw me. Well, that was certainly, a change from the way I perceived things, and it seemed as of late, several of them were succeeding. 

As I rinsed my hair, I starting thinking about all the exchanges I'd had with my guy friends, all the angry arguments I'd had with girls that were supposed to be my friends. I sighed again. I wanted to be furious with Gavin, but I couldn't bring myself to make the anger stick. I should have seen this coming.

Gavin and Brenden have been doing things like this since I was little. I smiled to myself as I thought about the times they used to walk me to the swing set during recess, intent on letting me have the swings all to myself when I wanted it. Other boys never tortured me. They never pulled my hair, or asked me to be their Valentine. I thought there was something wrong with me. But it turns out the two people I cherished most in the world were crazy. I guess I should be flattered, but I couldn't quite get there either.

I sat home on the weekends, or sat in bars alone while those two whored themselves out. It wasn't fair that they always got to have fun, and I was forced to sit on the sidelines. Maybe that's another reason I'd run so foolhardy into Wilson's arms, and he knew just when to pursue me. 

His attention started after he realized Bren and Gavin were away at school. His interest in me had peaked when I saw him in the store and he asked me about them. I thought nothing of it. Now it all made sense. I took a deep breath, wrapped my towel around me and made my way to my room.

I didn't hear any other movement in the apartment, so I figured Gavin left. Good. I didn't have the energy to ignore Gavin as thoroughly as he deserved anyway.

I kicked my bedroom door halfway closed as I looked at my cell phone lying on the bed where I just tossed it. Wilson and Jeremy called me today. I wasn't going to call Wilson, but Jeremy definitely deserved a call. 

With my towel still wrapped around me, I sat on the edge of my bed and flipped through my cell phone. Jeremy had called me early in the day and left a message. It was after eight now. Maybe he would still want to hang out, but I'd have to make a few things clear first.

I pressed the call button and waited for the ringing to connect. 

"Hello?" Jeremy sounded weary.

"Hey, what's going on? Sorry I didn't answer before, I didn't have my phone with me, but I got your message about hanging out -"

"Yea about that, never mind…I'm busy." He sounded like he didn't really want to talk to me, so I asked him what was wrong.

"Nothing."

"Well okay, but I was also calling for another reason." He took a deep breath. I wasn't sure how to continue without sounding like an asshole, but whatever. "Well, I just wanted you to know that I love hanging out with you, but I just wanted to make sure that you understood we were hanging out as friends." He said nothing so I kept talking. "Of course, if you weren't even thinking that, then obviously forget this little soliloquy, but I just wanted you to know. And if you were thinking something different, I apologize for leading you on. That surely wasn't my intention." I only stopped because I'd run out of breath.

"It's because of Gavin isn't it?" His voice was hard, and I was taken aback; I wasn't expecting Jeremy to come to that conclusion. I stuttered, and didn't say anything. In more than one way, Jeremy hit the nail square on the head. "Well," he continued when I didn't say anything. "Can't say I didn't see that coming."

I wondered where his change of attitude had come from. Was it recent or had he always expected something would happen between Gavin and I? 

"There was nothing to see coming," I snapped but I felt the need to explain. "Nothing happened between me and Gavin," I said in a softer tone. "I just want to be alone for while and get myself together."

"Uh huh. Call me when you wanna hang." He sounded like he wanted to say something else, but he kept his mouth shut and disconnected.

Of course, I couldn't help but wonder if Jeremy was so snippy because I just nixed his chance at fucking me. Boys. I rolled my eyes and snapped my phone shut.

"Nothing happened, huh?" 

I spun around. I wasn't expecting to see Gavin for a while. I thought he left, so you can be sure that his presence in the door of my bedroom rattled me. 

I didn't bother to tell Gavin that the 'nothing' that happened between us was so big that I might be pregnant.

"That's right. Nothing happened. Except of course, my best friend finally revealing his master plan. Can't forget about that tid-bit of info. Apparently all the friends I have just want to fuck me." I said bitterly.

"I told you I didn't mean it like that!" he shouted storming into my room.

"And I told you to shut the fuck up!" I shouted back. I was aware that he was awfully close to me and I was only in a towel. This is exactly how this morning had started. 

"What do you want me to do to convince you?" He asked in a softer tone. His eyes nearly had me convinced, but I couldn't give in that easily.

"I think you've said enough to plead your case for one night," I said not letting the anger leave my voice. I took a step back because his closeness was having an obvious effect on me. 

He shook his head at me, weariness starting to show. "You wanna be alone? Fine. When you stop being a bitch, come find me." He turned on his heel and stalked toward the door. 

"Not likely asshole!" I yelled at his back. 

I always had to have the last word, but somehow it wasn't satisfying this time.





Distractions Ch. 09



He began drawing his fingers in circles on my hip, leaving a ring of fire in its path. His hands slid down my hips, around my thighs and then landed on the backs of my legs as he pulled me closer. I could feel the flatness of his chest pressing into mine as he eliminated the space between us. 

My brain was short-circuiting and I was trying to remember that I was in a family pizzeria pressed lewdly against my best friend. 

"N – no." It took me a minute to stammer it out, but eventually the sounds coming from my mouth made sense. "No I don't want to start this now." I sounded a little breathless, but I figured that was understandable considering the circumstances. 

As if he were ignoring me, the sparkle in his eyes grew, and face got closer to mine. I licked my lips in anticipation when his mouth took a detour. They landed on my cheek then slid to my ear. His hands slid to my ass as he pressed me closer to him, and I could feel his arousal digging into my stomach. His tongue snaked out of his mouth and flicked the little diamond stud I had nestled in my ear. A very unlady like noise escaped my throat and my eyes fluttered closed. I could feel my own want beginning to make itself known between my legs.

His stubble scratched the side of my face as he nestled me, his hot breaths washing heavily against the side of my face. My fingers reached up and twisted in the fabric of his polo. He laid another kiss on my cheek while his fingers began to dig into my ass. 

"Who are you going to the Mayor's Ball with?"

Well, I'll be damned. My mind tried to wrap around the question. That was certainly the last thing I thought I'd hear. The Mayor's Ball was held every year in honor of the sitting Mayor's birthday. It wasn't a ball in the actual sense of the word; it was just a reason to give these small town people a reason to dress up. It was the one event where everyone had an excuse to get all dolled up, and it was always the big-to-do of the year. This was the most excitement a lot of people would see for an entire calendar year.

"Why?" I asked into the base of his neck.

"Who are you going with?" I smiled despite myself as I couldn't help but planting little kisses on his jaw under his ear. 

He sighed into my hair when I told him I hadn't really thought about it yet. He rubbed me harder against the bulge in his pants when I told him I didn't have anyone in mind. I wrapped my arms around his neck to keep my knees from buckling. 

"Well, if you need a date, I know someone that would really like to go with you."

"Jeremy?" I asked just to be an asshole. Gavin realized this and bit my earlobe.

"You know damn well who I'm talking about," he growled.

"Are you asking me, Mr. Preston?" I was trying my hardest to try and get the bulge in his pants against the seam of my jeans. I could only imagine what a picture we made standing in the middle of a semi-crowded pizzeria. 

"You know I am."

I laughed a stupid girly laugh when I felt his tongue tickle the skin of my neck. "Well then I think you better ask me properly."

Gavin grabbed my arms and pulled away slightly so he could look me in the eye. I wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it, but the look in his eye told me he wasn't joking.

"Isabelle, would you do me the honor of being my date and accompanying me to the Annual Mayor's Ball?"

For a second, I was speechless. He had a look in his eye like he thought I might just say no. I tired to keep my expression neutral, but the desperation in his eyes when I hadn't answered caused my smile to break free.

"Of course. Who else am I gonna go with?" I asked with a big toothy grin.

"No one." Gavin seemed too serious so I rubbed my hips against him effectively erasing his expression from his face. "Let's get out of here." He turned me around in front of him so I wouldn't see him trying to adjust the front of his pants. I grinned because I caught the action anyway in the reflection of the window.

Gavin and I continued down the street hand in hand, walking slowly enjoying the day. The sun was warm on my face, and the breeze was light on my skin, definitely a contrast from how I felt this morning. 

"Did you ever submit that application?"

Gavin's voice pulled me from my assessment of the trees. I didn't have to ask which application he was talking about, because we had argued about it several times.

"No."

"What the hell are you waiting for?" He asked angrily.

"I still have time," I said innocently.

"You never wait to hand in an application until the last minute. What if you don't get in and they tell you it was because they don't have anymore space."

"Well, I'm not sure if I even wanna go back to school," I said as I looked down at my shoes.

Gavin stopped walking. I tried to keep walking, but his hand was tightly wrapped around mine. "What? So you did your undergrad in Pre-med, and now you don't know if you wanna go back? Why not?"

He reminded me of my brother when he made that face. "Because I just don't know if I wanna do it. I thought it's what I wanted, but I'm not sure." My free hand unconsciously landed on my belly, but I snatched it away when I realized he was still staring at me. "It's a lot of work," I said trying to divert his attention away from my belly. My previous argument had been that I didn't think I was smart enough, now I wasn't sure I wanted to go for entirely different reasons.

"So, it's not like you've ever done anything the easy way. At least the school is close. That way, you could still be home while you went."

He glanced sideways at me to gauge my reaction.

"I guess so. It's just that med school is a big deal. I just don't know if I'm ready to make that commitment right now." What I didn't say was, I'm not sure if I've got something bigger than a bread box in my stomach and I don't wanna start school until I know for sure I can commit.

Gavin looked at me closely, and I was afraid he could see right through me. He nodded his head then made me promise that no matter what, I would at least submit my application. He told me I'd already taken enough time off school, and I couldn't agree more. 

He tugged my hand, his lazy smile returning, and we continued our walk. He threw his arm around me and yanked me closer. I settled into the nook of his arm and inhaled his uniquely Gavin scent when I got an idea.

"I want a piggyback ride." I was feeling playful. I wanted to forget about my future…in any capacity and a good 'ol piggyback ride was certain to make me feel better.

He laughed and stopped walking. I got a running start and leapt onto his back and wrapped my legs securely around his waist. He laughed aloud at my giddy squeal. He used to carry me everywhere when we were little. He would always complain that I was too big, but he never said no. He'd run and play with me clinging onto his back, and he seemed to like it as much as I did. 

This time, I can say it wasn't as innocent as I could feel the shift of his powerful muscles under my thighs. I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged myself closer to him. I inhaled his scent as I tired to calm the heat that was starting to spread throughout my body. His hands pulled my legs tighter around him, and I discovered that the friction of his back shifting between my open legs was causing a heat to rise in my face. 

Gavin chuckled breathily and asked me if everything was okay. I'm positive he could feel the heat seeping out of my core. I had no idea that not seeing him for a week would have this effect on me. It seemed like just being near him was setting me on fire and the longer I stayed in his presence, the hotter the fire burned. 

I leaned closer to him and brushed his hair from his neck with my lips. I felt him shudder and quicken his pace when he felt the press of my lips on his skin. I smiled, happy that I wasn't the only one that was affected. Gavin damn near jogged back to my car, with me hanging onto him. He set me down at my door, and hurried to the passenger side. We both climbed into my car silent as I began to pull away from his apartment building, my work ID long forgotten. 





Distractions Ch. 10



I apologize now if there are any editing mistakes I didn't correct. I've read this over so many times the words were starting to blend together.





Distractions Ch. 10



I tired to quite the anger I felt building in me, then I said fuck it. I shoved Wilson hard in the chest and advanced on him when he stumbled backwards.

"Don't you ever put your hands on me again, or so help me God I will kill you."

Wilson smiled. Like he was humoring a child. I wiped that stupid fucking grin right off his mouth. I socked him square in the mouth and split his lip. "I am not that girl anymore," I said to him as he bent over holding his mouth.

I walked away from him before I could do anything else. I thought I heard him dial his cell and tell someone 'it worked'. I didn't have time to figure out what the hell he was talking about. I glanced at my watch. Our little encounter left me fourteen minutes to drop my application off. 

I sat for about a minute in my car debating whether or not to go after Gavin. He would understand that I had to drop off my application right away. Hopefully, he would settle for a phone call until I finished at the school and could find him. Of course, if I'd listened to him in the first place and handed my application in early, I wouldn't be in this situation.





Distractions Ch. 10



"In a few weeks actually." Ben came around his desk and handed me a stack of papers. "Of course, financial aid is available if you need it. Housing is provided. There's a list of books you will need, and the classes you will have to take. 

I looked at him dumbfounded. I'd rushed here tonight just looking to hand in my application, and I was about to leave here, a medical school student.

"The program in California will only last for one semester and then you can come back here or stay in Cali if you like."

Ben folded his arms over his chest and smiled warmly. "You can close your mouth now."

I clamped my mouth shut and blushed. Holy shit. California?! Then my face fell. California? That was so far away. What about Brenden? I mentally rolled my eyes. Brenden would be fine. But what about Gavin? If I was gone for four months, or possibly longer, there was no way Gavin and I would work out. I could barely contain our situation when I was in the same town with him, how was I supposed to maintain things from across the country?

"Is everything all right? I thought you'd be happy." Ben stepped closer to me and I got a whiff of his expensive smelling cologne.

"Yea, everything is fine. I was just thinking."

"Thank you so much Dr. – Ben." I stuck my hand out, and he brought it to his lips. My eyes widened in surprise then narrowed.

"You are very welcome. Don't look at me like that. I didn't let you into medical school just so I could get your number."

I pulled my hand away. "Not cool."

"What? What's wrong with wanting to have dinner with a beautiful woman?"

I glared at him. There was no need to try and butter me up now. "Conflict of interest here? I'm sure you could see how one could misconstrue your intentions."

"If it makes you feel any better, I made my decision before I chose to ask you out to dinner. And not to mention, there's no more room in this school, only in Cali, which means that you getting into school there really doesn't affect anything I ask of you personally. Besides, I've seen you around the hospital. You work with several of my colleagues. Some of them have made remarks about a female that works in the OR, but they called her Red when they spoke of her."

My forehead knitted in confusion. "Then how did you –?"

Ben cut me off again. "You listed the hospital in your application as work experience. You also wrote down a few of my colleagues as references. Those were the same colleagues that spoke of you."

"Oh." I had no idea the surgeons I worked with even paid me attention.

I stood with my hands on my hips. "Is this semesters class really full, or are you just covering your ass so you can get my number?" There was no need to tone down the attitude now; I didn't want him to think I was trying to kiss his ass.

"I really like your frankness, Isabelle, and yes, this class if full. So either way I would still be offering you a seat in California – and I still will even if you decline my offer."

Ben was turning on his charm and it was working. When one door closes, another opens, right? But my door with Gavin wasn't closed, and I wasn't ready to open this one.

"I'm sorry Ben, but I have a boyfriend." That was the first time I'd said that word aloud, and it felt strange. 

"Well lucky him." Ben reached into his pocket and pulled out a business card. He handed it to me and winked. "If you need anything, personal or professional, give me a call. In the mean time," he said switching back into his professional mode. "It's getting late and you have a big decision to make."

I thanked him again as he ushered me from his office. We walked down the hall and parted ways. Suddenly, remembering where my car was parked, I rushed outside.





Distractions Ch. 11



"Are you ever gonna tell him?"

My brother had been standing in the door of my room with his arms folded across his chest for the last twenty minutes glaring at me. I was choosing to ignore him.

"Tell who what?" I was exasperated, sick of playing this game with Brenden. He'd been following me around all week glaring at me and making tisking noises.

"You know what I'm talking about!"

"Don't yell at me, and no, I can't think of anyone else besides you that should know." So, I was being a baby. Sue me.

"So you're not going to tell Gavin? At all?"

"Nope, and you better not say a word." I shot my brother a look. The point was to have a clean break from Gavin, and as far as I was concerned, I was going to get one. If he wanted to dick around with that whore, Cassie, then that's his business, and there was no reason for me to be involved.

"Well, that's stupid."

I threw another shirt into my suitcase. "The point of me wanting to go to California is to start over and get away from all the bullshit."

"So, you're just gonna leave?" I couldn't believe my brother was being this obtuse. "How do you think that's gonna make him feel, Red?"

I scoffed and snatched up another pair of flip-flops from the floor. "That's not my concern."

"So, you are going to walk away from him…twice?"

I'm not sure what the first time was, but I shrugged my shoulders. "I'm not walking anywhere, I'm getting on a plane and going to med school." I faced my brother and met his astounded look.

"So, I'm guessing you two aren't going to the Mayor's Birthday Party together, then." I stood staring at Brenden. I figured that was enough of an answer. "I'm also going to take a stab in the dark here and assume you didn't invite him to your little going away shindig?"

"I don't even know why you felt the need to throw me a party, Bren." I was just trying to further avoid his line of questioning because it always ended in an argument.

"My little sister is going to Cali, I can't throw her a party?"

"But –"

"No buts."

I shrugged my shoulders. "Are you gonna stand there all afternoon or are you gonna help me pack?"

Brenden shook his head at me – again. "Talk about fucking up a friendship."

"I told him it was gonna happen," I said as I turned back to my suitcase. I stood staring at my bed trying to think if I forgot anything.

"That's all you have to say about this situation?" Brenden was furious as he rushed into my room, spun me around and got in my face. "Those four words to the one guy who'd give his left nut to make you happy? The one guy who beat the shit out of Wilson, repeatedly? The one guy who helped me beat down the entire baseball team in high school because they were talking about you?"

"Are you done?" My brother was so upset because Gavin and I had effectively pried apart The Three Stooges that have been together since the beginning of time.

I turned back to my suitcase intent on letting Bren throw his little tantrum without me watching and smacked me on the back of the head.

"The one guy," he said in a quieter tone, "who truly cares about you. The one guy who lov-"

"Don't you dare say those words!" I turned back to him fire in my eyes. Bren had been treading on thin ice, and he just broke it. He could say whatever he wanted, but he wasn't going to tell me Gavin loved me – that Gavin was in love with me, when Gavin never felt the need to say it to me himself - or show me. I'd been trying to fight off the despair threatening to take over, and I didn't need my brother poking holes at my defenses trying to stir it up. My brave face worked this far, and it was going to continue to work. "You are not gonna say it for him."

"You never gave him the chance to."

I turned my back to Bren. I didn't want to hear anything else he had to say, let alone see that look in his eye. He was looking at me like I was making a colossal mistake.

But I wasn't making a mistake; self-preservation just wouldn't let me fall for what Gavin was trying to sell me. Gavin and I have been best friends forever, which means I know that he's pulled this routine with other girls before. And I know what happens in the end, the girl gets hurt, and Gavin escapes unscathed. I wasn't going to be one of the masses that had fallen for his bullshit and cried about it.

"Whatever," Brenden said as he took a step back. I was ashamed for showing that I still had some emotion towards Gavin, but fuck him. Fuck this place, I'm going to California. "I'm out." Brenden stomped from my room and out the front door.

My relief was short lived when I felt the nausea hit. I rushed to the bathroom hoping to make it before it was too late. 

Yep, I'm doing the right thing.





Distractions Ch. 11



All the fighting I did with myself, and I ended up right back where I started, hopelessly in love with my best friend, and no idea how he felt about me. My hands wrapped around the base of his neck as I tried to pull him closer not worrying about what would happen later, just focusing on the now. 

His lips were frantic on mine as he pressed his lips hotly to mine. I didn't protest when his hands found my hips and slid securely around my thighs and lifted me. My legs fastened around his waist as he began walking us towards my bedroom. I tried to remember if I left my room presentable for him to see, but I couldn't concentrate with the feel of the bulge in his pants pressing into me. 

His fingers fumbled with my shirt and I lifted my arms over my head to help him. He laid me down on the bed and tugged my pants off after I fumbled with the buckle. I didn't realize how much I missed the sight of Gavin's body until he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it behind him. 

I didn't mean to let out the whimper I did as I watched his hair fall into his eyes and he struggled to undo his belt. Gavin looked at me with a question in his eyes, undoubtedly thinking I had changed my mind. I smiled shyly at him and motioned him closer. His eyes darkened and his smile widened as he climbed between my legs. 

He brushed his fingers through my hair and gripped me possessively as he ground his body into me. 

"Don't ever do that again, Gavin," I said as his face settled above mine. 

His eyes continued to search mine as he tightened his arms around me. He nodded and pulled me closer. I don't think he realized he never got a chance to take his pants off before he was slipping into me over and over.





Distractions Ch. 11



My brother had already abandoned me and I felt self-conscious standing all by myself. I tugged at my dress for the hundredth time and glanced around the room looking for comfort. I felt almost too dressed up as I remembered how much money I spent on this dress. I waved to a few people I knew but after that, I wasn't sure what else to do. 

"Hello, gorgeous," Ben said as he slipped a hand around my waist from behind and pecked me on the cheek.

"Hello, Bond," I said with a large grin. 

"You look amazing," he said as he leaned away from me to get a better look. 

I smiled warmly at him and said thanks. At the time I bought the dress, I thought it was a good thing to splurge on, but standing next to a neurosurgeon driving a $300,000 car, it seemed appropriate. 

I was wearing a deep blue halter dress that accentuated my shoulders and the fullness of my breasts. It was tight around the waist, formfitting until just past my hips where the fabric gently flowed outward. It was a simple dress and I loved it. It had cost me a fortune, but I thought it was well worth it.

"You don't look so bad yourself, Bond." The man was dressed in a suit that cost more than I made in a month, but he pulled it off. He wasn't wearing the fabric with contempt, but in way that said he didn't really care what he had on. I got the impression Ben was wearing the suit because he felt he was supposed to. The fabric was tailored to his body and is seemed to shift and move with him as if it were a second skin. 

"I mean really, Isabelle, you look amazing." I blushed at the intensity of his gaze.

"You're just trying to butter me up because you want me to see past your car." I leaned slightly into him to whisper into his ear, "Its not gonna work, though."

Ben let out a rumble. "When you become a doctor, you'll understand. It's all just a pissing contest from here on out. Men never mature, but we could use some beautiful women in the field to keep us modest." He winked then flashed me his million-dollar smile. "Come on, there are some people I want you to meet."

Ben grasped my hand and pulled me towards an intimidating group of older men. I opened my mouth to protest that I should probably wait for Gavin, but I decided to keep my mouth shut. Ben and I are friends and there's no reason I can't meet his friends, especially when Gavin was on the other side of the room rough housing with his old college buddies. 

I clamped my mouth shut as Ben pulled me across the floor. As I was watching his back, I couldn't help but compare the two of them. Gavin would have loved Ben's car, but he would choose an old reliable pick-up truck any day of the week. Gavin was the quiet handsome. The kind that didn't need to flaunt it. Gavin had an air about him as if he still needed to be reassured how amazing he was. Ben on the other hand knew exactly what he had going for him, and he used that and his money to his advantage. Yes, both men were extremely different. 

Sure, Gavin would have loved the car, but he would hate Ben, he would hate what he stood for. Here was a guy who was neurosurgeon just so he could impress the girls with the expensive car. We both knew he wasn't in it to really help people, he wanted the respect that came with the salary. I smiled to myself as I imagined Gavin and Ben meeting. I prayed it would end differently than I imagined it.

As Ben ushered me closer and closer to the doctors and privileged people he knew, I couldn't help but note how different this night would have been if I'd shown up with him and not Gavin.

I smiled to myself and tried to clear my head. I wanted to make a good impression, and the last thing I wanted was for these people to think was that I was aloof because my mind was focused on Gavin.

Already, my attention was waning, and I just caught when Ben introduced me to a few of his colleagues. I stuck out my hand politely and waited patiently as they jumped right into shoptalk. It was interesting to hear doctors talking about their profession, but I had no idea what they were actually saying. I grinned as I thought, in a couple years; I'd be able to hold my own in a conversation like this.

Most of the doctors in our company were polite enough to ask me a few questions about what field I wanted to pursue, and tried to listen as I spoke, but even I was getting bored. I looked around at the group I was standing in and had to wonder if this is where I could be in eight years. The thought scared me.

These people, although nice, were stiffs. You could tell that life stopped being about living and having fun and became consumed with mortgages on summer homes, and the affliction of being pushed into a higher tax bracket.

I managed to talk to a few of the surgeons from the hospital that had written recommendations for me, and I thanked them for taking time out to put in a good word for me. They all smiled when I beamed at how excited I was at being accepted. Every single one of them gave me a polite hug and told me to keep my eye on the big picture, advice I was sure would come in handy.

"I didn't even realize how much you guys noticed my work," I said to the group before me, still astounded that the doctors took notice of the tech bustling around the operating room.

Dr. Murray smiled and said of course they noticed. He smiled when he said that him and the guys in his practice weren't as snobbish as many doctors were. They could still remember when they were in my position.

I thanked them again, and we went our separate ways when they found other people they wanted to talk to. Ben was in a heated discussion with someone I'd never met before, so I didn't want to go over there, so that left me standing around, still without a drink or Gavin. I looked around trying to scan the crowd for my brother when I saw Cassie and Wilson standing not too far from me with their heads together conspiratorially.

My blood began to boil when the obvious thought hit me like a ton of bricks. Gavin and I had spent weeks fighting because these two assholes were just that – assholes. As I was standing there, staring daggers into the backs of Cassie and Wilson, Ben eased up to my side.

"Is everything all right?"

"I should ask you the same, the guy you were talking to before looked like he wanted to rip your throat out." I spoke to Ben without taking my eyes off Cassie and Wilson.

"Just a friendly discussion. Would you like a drink?" What I wanted was Gavin by my side as if to confirm that he really was mine. I wanted a drink too, but I didn't want Ben to get it for me. If anything, I felt the need to get away from him.

What the hell is wrong with me? Here was a perfectly handsome and successful man wanted to get me a drink and get me to mingle with all the right people, and I didn't want to talk to him.

"That's okay, I'll get it. I need to find my date anyway." I had officially lost my mind. Why I didn't call him my boyfriend was beyond me. Was he my boyfriend?

Ben nodded politely and to my surprise leaned down and kissed me on the cheek. "I will be right over here."

I nodded to him and walked off suddenly feeling smothered. Where was Gavin?

I set out with the intention of looking for my date but ended up at the bar instead. I stood staring at the bottles lined up on the counter.

"What can I get you miss?"

"Rum and coke." 

The bartender smiled as he handed me the glass, and I slipped two dollars into his tip-jar.

I smelt Gavin before he opened his mouth. "Have I told you that you look beautiful?" He pressed his front to my back and wrapped his arms around my waist. 

I was trying not to blush too deeply when I told him thank you.

"Who was that guy you were talking to?"

"Jealous?"

"Yes."

I turned in his arms shocked he would admit something like that. "His name is Ben. He's the Dean of Admissions at Crownan. He's the one that got me in. Don't look at me like that, we're just friends – kind of." 

"Yea well, just remember what I said about friends." I smiled as his lips landed on mine. "I don't want any competition."

"Don't worry," I said as I reached up on my tiptoes to capture his lips this time. "No competition, I promise." And that was the truth.

He smiled widely as he shook his hair out of his eyes. "Lets dance."

Gavin pulled my rum and coke from my hand and led me to the dance floor. My face heated, as I couldn't help but notice that this was our first official dance as a couple. My hand gripped his tighter as he pulled me to the center of the large paneled dance floor. How cliché, did it really have to be the center? I felt self conscious as it was.

I smiled like a schoolgirl as he pulled me to him and began to lead me in a slow waltz. "I didn't even know you knew how to dance." 

"There are a lot of things you don't know about me, Red."

I was happy with that answer. It was nice to know that people still had the ability to surprise me in a good way.

"Like how good you would look in a tux," I said as I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth.

I lay my head on his shoulder as we began to step and sway to the music. I was lost in his embrace, and eventually the entire room melted away, and it was just us. 

Gavin and I danced and laughed, drank and danced some more. We twirled about as if we were the only ones there. Eventually the only thing grounding me in reality was the pull of my bladder. I told Gavin where I was going and tried as best I could to gracefully walk off the dance floor. 

I found my feet taking me to the bathroom, so I let them. I locked myself in the stall trying to gain a moment to myself trying to quite the excitement that was bubbling in the pit of my stomach. I'm not sure how long I was in the stall, but I knew it was long enough when I heard the doors open and heels click across the marble floor.

"I fucked everything up. That stupid yellow bitch thinks she's better than me? Fuck her. In two weeks, I managed to fuck up her entire life-long friendship with him, and now I hear she's moving to California. This couldn't have worked out better than if I'd actually planned it this way."

"But I saw them dancing. They looked happy," someone with an irritatingly high voice chimed in. 

"Just the calm before the storm. Wait 'till they see what I have in store for them next. She'll be leaving in tears, and he will be standing around with his tail between his legs," Cassie said as she pulled her lipstick from her cleavage. 

I wasn't aware when my hands had quietly slid the silver knob on the bathroom stall open, but Cassie's friend noticed when I stepped out of the stall and she saw the look on my face.

"Get out." My tone wasn't something I'd ever heard come out of my mouth. I didn't know who Cassie's friend was, but I'd seen her around. My fight wasn't with her, it was with Cassie, and she and I were going to straighten this out – now.

Cassie slowly turned to look at me, pure fear in her eyes until she took enough settling breaths to cover it.

"You are pathetic. At this point, I can't even be mad at you, I just feel bad for you. What a sad person you must be. Its gotta be horrible to have sucked and fucked every guy in this town, and several others, and not have found any that would be willing to call you more than a quick lay. I look at you, and it just makes me sad. After all this time, and all those guys, you're still alone at the end of the day."

Her mouth gaped open in surprise, as she stood frozen in front of the mirror glaring at me. It took her a moment to remember her place and close her mouth. "Who do you have?" she snarled.

"I have my brother, and I have a best friend who also happens to be one of the greatest men in the word. And despite what you or anyone else will try to do, Gavin and I will always be best friends."

I turned to leave, and I could see her staring at me in the mirror. "You know, he and I had a good laugh about you. That day when you saw me leaving his apartment, we had a real good laugh. While I was riding him for all he was worth, he told me how you tried to suck him off. How you tried to ride him. How you tired to fuck him. How you thought the two of you were making love. Yea," she added with a snort. "We had a real good laugh."

Well, that did it. I tired to be nice, and nonviolent, but Cassie was asking for it. I spun around, smashed her lipstick into her face where it was hovering and kicked her leg out from under her. She hit the ground on her back, and I dropped me knee into her chest, not worrying about breaking ribs. I heard the satisfying whoosh of the air rushing out of her lungs.

Cassie opened her mouth like she was going to say something else stupid, so I stopped her before she could start. I grabbed her by the hair and punched her in the face. I hate to admit it, but I felt a sense of calm wash over me as blood started to pour from her nose, and her eyes clouded with tears. Needless to say, I don't fight like a bitch.

"Are you done talking shit?"

"No one will ever want you, you know," she said as blood seeped into her mouth staining her teeth a watery red. I frowned at her. I was expecting more from her at this point.

"And I'm sorry you have nothing to offer men but the worn out flesh between your legs."

I didn't wait for her response as I hauled her from the floor and tossed her into the stall I came out of. I threw her hard enough into the stall that she bounced off the toilet and rolled to the floor. "Seems like a good place for you."

I turned my back to her, and walked to the sink and washed my hands. She bled on me when my fist crushed the cartilage in her nose. I would probably have to get tested now. I looked at her in the mirror and the only emotion I could muster for her was pity. She had that coming but she was still a lonely, pitiful person. How I could let a person like that come between Gavin and I was embarrassing.

I dried my hands and left he bathroom.





Distractions Ch. 12







Distractions Ch. 12



I moaned when his tongue left the valley between my cheeks, and I moaned in protest when I felt his finger leave me. I felt empty without him. "Don't stop. Please don't stop." I was near tears. I was on the verge of cuming when Gavin pulled away. I tried to turn around to see where he was going, why the fuck he would possibly stop, but I couldn't move. 

"Shhh," Gavin said as he held my head to the bed with his palm. "Don't move, little girl."

"Why the fuck did you stop?" 

"I think you should watch your mouth."

"Oh, really? And what are you going to do about it?" The words came out muffled – with one side of my face pressed into the pillow and the other side of my face pressed into his hand.

Gavin chuckled. I couldn't see his face, but I could image the grin he was wearing. "What am I going to do?" he whispered as his other hand rained down on the red flesh of my ass. My scream would have been louder, but it was swallowed up by the pillow, and his hand. 

"Is that all you got?" I was playing with fire, but that was the point, now wasn't it?

He laughed deeper this time, more amused as his free hand traced the lines of my back. "You liked my tongue in your ass didn't you?"

"Doubt it," I said more breathlessly than I would have liked. 

"So, you didn't like it, you loved it. Didn't you? You naughty, naughty girl."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Really? Are you trying to tell me that you didn't like me finger fucking your ass?"

The thought of a snide comment died before the thought could form. I only felt the head of Gavin's cock pressing into my swollen lips for a second before I felt his cock stretching me as he slammed into me. His hand had slipped from my face and the veins in his hands were popping as his fingers grabbed at the pillow next to my head. 

Every time he entered me, I could still feel the stretch. Every time he entered me, it was like my body was screaming thank you for giving it what it's been craving. 

Gavin's heavy hand landed on my ass again. "What's wrong, baby? Cat got your tongue?" he asked as he slammed into me again. 

I grumbled something that resembled, fuck me, but there was no way to be sure. My voice was drowned out by Gavin's animalistic grunting, the pillow partially covering my face and the sound of our skin smacking together. 

"You like that little girl?" he gasped in my ear.

I could feel the fabric of his shirt, soaked with sweat as it scratched my bare back. Gavin slammed into me over and over again as his mouth latched around my ear lobe. "Do you like that baby?"

I grunted into the pillow. I tried to nod my head but couldn't. "Tell me baby, did you like my tongue in your ass?"

I couldn't answer right away. He slammed into me harder forcing the sounds from my throat. "Uh-huh."

"Did you like me finger fucking you?"

My mind was hazy and I couldn't think. All I could focus on was the sound and the feel of every part of his cock hitting me in just the right spot. The sting of his hand on my ass brought me back to reality and I remembered to answer, "Yes baby, I loved it."

"I knew you did," he said as he continued to shove his cock deeper and deeper into my dripping pussy. "I knew you did."

I was screaming now, I couldn't control myself. My body was thrashing under his as my legs began to quake and my pussy juice leaked from me and onto the bed. 

"I'm gonna cum Gav-" I cried out when I felt his finger push into my ass. I could feel my ass clenching around his finger trying to pull it in deeper. I could feel my orgasm taking over my mind as my heart began to pound against my ribcage. 

"Baby – ba-" I don't know what I was trying to say, nothing was making sense, but I was almost there. 

Gavin pulled his cock out, leaving just the head in, and then slammed back into me. He did it once. He did it twice; he did it three times until I came all over his cock. My hot cunt leaking all around him and my ass clenching his finger. 

I screamed his name; I screamed words I didn't even realize I knew as Gavin continued to pound into me; right through my orgasm. I felt him leave me, as my pussy was still clenching in after shocks. I tired to protest but I couldn't get my brain to cooperate. I was still reeling from my orgasm when I felt the head of his cock replace his finger at the entrance of my asshole.

The pad of his finger found my throbbing clit, and he began to massage it as he pressed the head of his cock into my asshole. My mouth was open in a silent scream as I waited for the pain, but it never came. His finger gently rubbing my clit in circles, and coming down off my orgasm had relaxed me, and I could enjoy the pleasure of Gavin stretching me. 

Steadily he pushed his cock deeper and deeper into my ass, until I thought I couldn't take the pleasure anymore. I was going to tell him that, but I couldn't communicate. His fingers were still playing with my clit when his cock bottomed out in my ass. He stayed like that for a moment as I tried to hold off the orgasm that was threatening to make me loose consciousness. 

"Am I hurting you?" He asked gently from above me. I couldn't answer right away, and Gavin began to pull away.

"If you pull out, I will fucking kill you," I snarled. I wanted to tell him how good it felt. I had wanted to tell him how much I loved him. I wanted to tell him a lot of things, but that was piece of eloquent genius was all that came out. So, what the hell?

He chuckled and pushed his hips deeper into my ass making me jump. His started to pump his cock in and out of my ass and I begged him to stop. "If you keep doing that, I'm going to explode all over you," I cried from between clenched teeth.

Sweat was beading on my forehead and my fingers were gripping the sheet as I tried to stay with the feeling and enjoy the ass fucking he was giving me instead of succumbing to the pleasure. I wanted this to last as long as possible. 

I clenched my eyes shut and focused on the feeling of his fat cock in my ass. This had been a fantasy Gavin and I shared, and it was better than I ever could have imagined. I could feel every bump and ridge of his cock as he alternated sliding it into me, first fast then slow. I could feel my ass squeezing and tightening around his cock. I could hear him groaning as he slid in and out of me amazed at how tight I was. 

"Please, wait. Wait. I don't want to cum yet." The words were barely a whisper, but he heard them.

"Are you close?" he asked as he laid a kiss on my naked shoulder.

"Ye -, yes. But wait. I don't –" I couldn't finish the sentence because he pushed his cock deeper into me. 

"Cum for me, Red. Cum with my cock up your ass, baby girl."

I don't know if it was the words he growled, or the fact that his cock seemed to grow in my ass as he pounded me harder and harder, but I could feel my body beginning to move and react on its own. It was like his words were some signal my body needed to hear to take over. My hips bucked, my breath caught and my heart hammered in my chest as the intensity of my orgasm caught me by surprise. I could feel it steam rolling through my core as the shock waves started. 

My legs locked and I couldn't breathe. I could feel Gavin beginning to loose control behind me as his hips began to pump into me erratically. Grunts turned to moans as his cock continued to swell stretching me further. 

I couldn't understand this feeling that was brewing inside me. It felt like I was going to explode from the inside. It felt like I was burning up. All at once, my body did explode. All at once my toes curled and my nails tore at the sheets under me. My pussy was gushing and clenching and pussy juice flowed from me. I could feel it soaking Gavin, soaking me, soaking the sheets. It flowed down my legs, the physical evidence of the pleasure Gavin could entice from me. 

Gavin's orgasm followed mine as his hips bucked and jerked against mine. The feel of his hot cum coating the walls of my ass coaxed aftershocks from my body. Gavin grunted and screamed and collapsed on top of me. After a minute he tried to move off me, but I told him not to. I wanted to enjoy this. 

I was really going to miss this.





Distractions Ch. 12



"Ben? What the hell are you doing here?" I was pleasantly surprised when I turned around. 

"Hello Isabelle. Well, I have some business in California, so I figured what better time to do it than now? We can fly together and once we get there, I can show you around and introduce you to your professors." 

Ben was wearing a bright smile, a starched wrinkle free white shirt and pressed black pants. Again, he looked like he stepped off the cover of GQ Magazine. He looked better equipped to be manning his own jet than riding coach on my plane.

"Isn't coach a little too low key for you?" I asked as I leaned back on Gavin's chest.

He flashed his smile, pasted on his smooth and hairless face. "You are right, and that's why I'm flying first class." I nodded in approval. I lifted my arms so Gavin could wrap his arms around me. "And so are you."

"Oh really? And why is that?" I felt Gavin's arms tighten almost to the point of discomfort, but I didn't say anything.

"Well, it's not really fair that I should ride and style and your stuck in the back of the cabin in a sardine can now is it?" 

I laughed. "You didn't have to do that."

"Yea," Gavin chimed in eloquently.

"Well, why not. It's not a big deal. If you don't want them, I can change them back."

I rolled my eyes. Like I was really going to let my first class tickets go to waste. "Well then I guess thanks are in order."

"No problem. I do think it is time to go, though. There's not much time left until the plane takes off." He made a show of looking at his watch.

I didn't want to get out of Gavin's grasp, so instead, I reintroduced everyone. I wasn't ready to leave yet.

"Ben, you remember my boyfriend Gavin and my brother Brenden from the Ball, right?" I said as I pointed to each of them.

"I sure do," he said as he stuck out his hand to each of them. Gavin hesitated and I wasn't sure why, but eventually he shook his hand. 

I turned back in Gavin's grasp with just enough time to see the look of displeasure on his face, but I pushed it aside. I didn't want to deal with his male ego right now. I just wanted to kiss my boyfriend one last time.

I rose up on my tiptoes and kissed him on the lips. It wasn't a goodbye kiss; it was a kiss full of promises. I was going to go to school in California, I was going to do great and then I was going to come back home, to him. Gavin's kiss deepened as he pressed his lips harder into mine. I felt his hands move to my bottom, and instantly I knew what he was doing. It only took me opening my eyes to see it for myself. 

While Gavin's lips were planted on mine, his eyes were boring in Ben, no doubt trying to send a message. Hands off, she's mine. I rolled my eyes and pulled away. I told him that I loved him and that I would call him as soon as I landed, and I told him that he better answer the phone.

He kissed me this time, more gently. His kiss full of promises too. Promises that he'd be here for me when I got back, and honestly, that's all I could have ever asked for.

I couldn't fight the inevitable anymore, it was time to go. I turned from Gavin and rushed into my brothers arms. I gave him a kiss on the cheek, and he pushed me away and punched me in the shoulder. I smiled. I grabbed my bags and said au revoir to the two loves of my life. I blew a kiss at Gavin, which surprisingly, he caught in his hand and pressed to his heart. I told my brother to try and get out more. Without me around he would have anyone to follow around. He flipped me the bird.

I waved goodbye and turned back to Ben who was waiting patiently by the automatic door opening to take us to our newest destination. I turned back one more time after entering the airport to see both my brother and Gavin leaning against my brother's car, arms folded. They were more like brothers then they knew. 

"Are you ready?"

I turned back to Ben and smiled. "California, here I come."