Holiday Games

Page 14

Author: Jaci Burton

"On the other hand, you don't want him to get hurt. Or lose his focus," Liz said.

Tara nodded.

"You do realize you can't protect him against everything." Jenna grasped Tara's hand. "He's going to grow up. He'll get hurt."

"I know. I'm not one of those clingy mothers who wants to hold on to her babies forever. He has to get out there and make his own way in the world."

"That's a good outlook," Jenna said. "But still, you want what's best for him."

"They do look good together, don't they?" Liz asked. "And maybe she's what's best for him right now. She seems to have all the right priorities."

"I hope so." Tara watched her son on the dance floor.

Liz turned to Tara. "I had a nice conversation with Sonja at your house. It seemed to me she had her head on straight. I think she really likes Nathan, but she's putting school first."

Tara took a deep breath. "That's what Nathan's told me. But you know how those hormones are."

"They won't screw it up, Tara. I know they won't."

Tara nodded at Liz. "I hope you're right about that. And in the end, he's an adult now. He has to make his choices-and live with them, right?"

Liz laughed. "So true. Just like we all did when we were that age."

"Lord, don't remind me," Tara said. "Hopefully he's listened to Mick and to me, and he won't repeat our mistakes."

"He's fine, Tara. He's awesome, in fact. Now let him get out there and become the amazing adult you know he's going to become," Jenna said with a big smile.

Tara's eyes brimmed with tears. "What would I do without you two?"

"You'd be lost, woman," Liz said. "Totally lost."

Tara laughed, then hugged them both.

The night passed in a whirlwind of photos and dancing and a lot of crowds. At least Liz's nausea had gone away, seemingly for good. She danced with her father-in-law and her brothers-in-law, as well as several of Ty's teammates. Her feet were sore, she was tired and sweating, and oh, dear God, if she didn't get out of this dress soon, she was certain it was going to compress some internal organs. She headed over to the table just to take a breather and sip from her glass of water.

This damn dress had fit only two weeks ago during the final fitting. She had to cut down on eating and maybe get a little more exercise.

Damn holidays. And dinners at her mother-in-law's house. She was enjoying delving into the pasta a little too much lately, and now she was paying the price.

She wanted to sit down and ease her shoes off under the table, and maybe just close her eyes for a second.

She wondered where Gavin was, but she couldn't find him through the sea of bodies on the dance floor. He was probably somewhere with the guys, no doubt talking sports.

They hadn't had sex today. They needed to have sex. If they had any chance at all of making a baby, it was important they keep up the daily sex routine. And yes, she was well aware she didn't ovulate thirty days out of the month, but her cycle was screwed up lately, and the best time to have sex was . . . all the time.

She smiled at the thought. Nothing wrong with practicing, was there? They'd certainly done plenty of that, and she had no complaints. She knew Gavin didn't.

Just the thought of touching him, kissing him, had her breasts swelling against her oh-my-God-this-dress-is-too-tight bodice.

Now all she had to do was find Gavin, and make a subtle suggestion . . .


Gavin was gathered with the guys at the bar, knocking back another beer and listening to Cole and Mick talk about the games tomorrow. He was stuck in the middle of them grousing about linemen not covering plays and upcoming contract negotiations. But his gaze was on his wife, who leaned against the table and sipped water while she watched the dance floor.

Liz looked tired. He should take her upstairs. He knew she'd object, that she was determined to stay until every guest had left the ballroom. Though he didn't know why. This party could go on for a while.

He pushed off the bar and headed toward her, circumventing the dance floor and coming around the back of the tables. She hadn't seen him, though she was looking for him, her neck stretching as she lifted up on her toes to scan the room, which gave him a great view of her fantastic legs. She caught sight of him as he came up on her left and gave him a half smile.

"There you are. Were you at the bar?"

He laid his beer on the table and tugged her close. "I was. Listening to Mick and Cole talk football."

She rested her palm on his chest. "How . . . riveting."

"You can't imagine. How are you feeling?"

"Perfect. And you?"

"Restless. Want to dance?"

She shook her head. "I was actually thinking we could go someplace"-she looked around-"I was going to say private, but I don't think there's anyplace secluded in this ballroom."

"Doesn't look like it. Grab your purse and come with me." He took her hand and led her out of the ballroom and toward the elevators. They rode up to their floor.

"It's a little early to leave for the night."

He gave her a smile. "Just a short break."

He inserted the key and opened the door to their suite. Liz laid her bag on the table, went to the sofa, and sat. Gavin went to the bar and pulled out a bottle of sparkling water.

"You read my mind."

He opened the bottle and poured it into a glass he'd filled with ice and brought it over to her, kneeling in front of her as he handed her the glass.

"This looks promising," she said as she accepted the glass and took a sip.

Gavin lifted her foot and slipped off her shoes. "Again, I don't know why you torture yourself by wearing these heels."

Liz resisted the urge to groan . It felt so good to have those things off. "It was part of the uniform. All the women wore them today."

"You wear them every day."

"And you like my legs when I do."

He tucked the shoes aside and started massaging the balls of her feet. This time she did moan.

"I'd like your legs if you walked around in bunny slippers."

She laughed at that. "You would. But there's not a chance in hell that bunny slippers are in my future. Or my shoe closet."

"Some day you'll be huge and pregnant and then what'll you do? You'll topple over in those things." He motioned with his head toward her four-and-a-half-inch heels.

She couldn't help but lay her hand on her stomach and make a very fervent wish that that day would come. "I'll wear very stylish sandals. But not bunny slippers."

Gavin raised her leg up and pressed a kiss to her ankle. "This foot would be cute in slippers."

"Only if they're sexy kitten-heeled ones."

"You, my very delicious wife, have a fetish."

"So do you, my leg-obsessed husband."

He smoothed his hand over her calves. "You think so?"

"I know so."

"I have a fetish for you and your sexy body." He smoothed his hand over her dress, dragging it up and over her thighs. "And I have an obsession about your scent."

When he kissed her inner thigh, she gasped, unable to help the sounds that escaped her throat when he dragged her underwear down her legs. Her dress was oh-so-tight and she could barely breathe in it, so the fast, in-and-out pants Gavin's soft kisses along her inner thigh caused were only making it more difficult to catch a breath.

But she'd make any sacrifice if he'd only move his tongue closer. And when he scooted her butt to the edge of the sofa and put his mouth on her clit, she let out a whimper of sweet satisfaction.

"Oh, Gavin, yes. Right there." He was still fully dressed, and he looked so amazingly sexy in his tux with his head buried between her legs, his mouth doing delicious things to her pussy.

She gripped the edge of the sofa and lifted, giving him access, spreading her legs wider so he could slide his tongue along her folds. He captured the bud between his lips and sucked, and she was lost, shattering in a wild climax that left her shaking.

Then he was above her, kissing her with a deep, soulful kiss. He pulled her up and took her into the bedroom, his hand on the zipper of her dress as they made their way into the darkness of the room.

They didn't need lights on, just the touch of their hands on each other as Gavin pulled her zipper down. She breathed a sigh of relief as he pulled off her tight dress and laid it on the chair. She turned and undid his tie while he shrugged out of his jacket and went to work on the cuff links.

"Too many parts to this tux," she whispered, her body vibrating in anticipation of his touch.

Once his buttons were undone, she spread her hands over the warm expanse of his chest.

"I like you touching me," he said, reaching around to unclasp her bra and remove it.

She resisted the urge to moan in relief as her breasts spilled out. Being naked felt wonderful after feeling so restricted all day. She moved into Gavin and rubbed her breasts over his chest.

"I'm trying to get my pants off here, and you're distracting me," he grumbled.

She laughed. "Well hurry up."

He unzipped and dropped his pants, then lifted her into his arms. "You're impatient."

"Just a little."

He carried her to the bed and pulled back the cover, depositing her in the middle of the bed before coming down next to her. "Is that right?"

She rolled over to face him. "Yes. I've been wanting to get you alone all night."

He framed her face with his hands. "Now we're alone. And I'm all yours."

She reached down and grasped his cock in her hand, stroking him. "All of you, huh?"

She raised her leg over his hip and placed the tip of his cock at the entrance to her pussy. He pushed and entered her, but not fully.

"Gavin," she warned.

He gifted her with that wickedly devilish smile of his that never failed to make her shiver.

"Something you want?"

"Yeah. Your cock."

"I love when you get demanding. Take it."

She surged forward and slid onto his cock. Gavin gripped her hip and squeezed as she moved against him, but then he took over, thrusting ever so slowly, torturing her with his movements that never failed to make her wet, to make her pussy clench around his cock.

"Oh, babe . . . what you do to me," he said, spearing her again even as he swept her hair away from her face so he could kiss her.

Liz lost herself in Gavin's kiss, in the way he moved within her, his body grinding against hers and taking her right to the peak. And when he rolled her onto her back, deepening the pressure, she wrapped her legs tight around him to hold him where she needed him.

"Yes, there," she whispered, stroking her hands over his shoulders, tightening them on his arms when she felt her orgasm drawing near.

"That's it, babe," he said, deepening and quickening his strokes. He knew her so well, knew her body as well as she did, and recognized when she tightened around him that she was close to the edge. He knew just what to do to make her fall.

He slowed down, and rolled against her, rocking his body against her clit.

"Oh, yes, I'm coming." She arched against him and shattered.

Gavin slipped his hand under her butt, gripping her tightly as the waves of her climax electrified her. And when he shuddered against her and groaned, it only served to prolong her own orgasm.

When she could breathe again, she realized they were stuck together.

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