“But that means we’d be separated for a whole year!”
“You could find us a house. This apartment isn’t big enough for the both of us. I could drive back Friday night and go back Monday morning. We don’t see much of each other during the week anyway.”
“I wasn’t planning on doing this wedding by myself. Half the fun of getting married is picking the cake and food out, as well as all the other stuff.”
Gavin felt her tense body relax against his. “You make the appointments, and I’ll be there, even if I have to walk,” he promised.
“You say that now, but when the time comes, you’ll cancel on me, and then I’ll have to take Jana with me.”
“Jana hates me. She talks you into shit I hate just to get back at me. If I swear I’ll be here, I’ll be here.”
Taylor laughed, turning in his arms and swinging her leg over to straddle him. “You stand me up for one appointment, just one, and I’ll cut your dick off.”
“That’s a little drastic for missing a cake appointment, don’t you think?” he teased.
Taylor pushed him back on the bed, sliding her pussy over his dick and letting the wet folds rub against him. Rotating her hips, Taylor wiggled until his dick was sliding slickly into her pussy. Using his back and the heels of his feet, he moved them to the middle of the bed as Taylor started fucking him.
“Aren’t you going to miss this if you go to Treepoint?”
“God, yes.” Groaning, he arched his hips to fuck her back.
“Then don’t go.” She lifted a hand to her nipple and began playing with it as she moved seductively on him.
“You’ll be so busy you won’t even miss me.”
“At least none of the women will be going with you.” Leaning forward, she licked his nipple before sucking it into her mouth.
“No. None of them will be going.”
“At least that’s a silver lining. None of the women in that hick town will be able to give you what I do.”
Taylor might have kept him waiting to bed her, but she had damn sure made it worth the cold showers he had taken. When he realized he was falling in love with her, he had turned other women away from his bed.
Taylor had come to several of The Last Riders’ parties, but Gavin wasn’t interested until she watched him fuck Jewell in the clubroom. The club parties were a free-for-all where sex was concerned, and the women got off being watched as much as the brothers did.
Gavin still remembered the night when he and the brothers were drunk off their asses and made up rules that everyone had to agree on to join the fun. Taylor hadn’t participated, but she wasn’t shocked either when she found out the rules.
Gavin wasn’t stupid; he knew the confident woman was biding her time to make her choice. She wasn’t a woman who was willing to share or be shared. No, the man she chose to fuck would want what she could bring to the table—without feeling like he was missing out on the smorgasbord of available pussy, ready and eager to give him anything he wanted.
Taylor brought a lot to the table. She was sexy as fuck, could give a blowjob like no one’s business, and she didn’t have a shy bone in her body. She might not have let any of the other brothers fuck her, but she didn’t mind them watching. She earned her votes by allowing the men to watch her touch herself to make herself come.
When he had been fucking Jewell, Taylor had unashamedly hiked her short skirt to her hips and slipped her hand to her bare pussy. There wasn’t a brother in the club who hadn’t stopped what he was doing to watch her fingers delve into her cunt and get herself off. He was still fucking Jewell when she removed her hand and walked around the table to press her wet fingers to his lips. He had sucked them clean as he came inside Jewell. That was the last time he touched one of the women in the club, pursuing Taylor until they started dating. It had taken him even longer to get in her bed. He wouldn’t jeopardize the right to lay by her side.
Rider had warned him that he was jumping the gun by asking Taylor to marry him, saying that he always dove in the deep end when he wanted a woman. It led to an argument and then they had gone several days without talking before Rider reached out and broke the strained silence, apologizing and promising to keep his opinions to himself from now on. Gavin had regretted the argument just as much, since Rider was only stating his concerns. It was Gavin’s own reflective doubts that had made the argument worse than it should have been.