It’s so good and it’s so wrong, and the wrongness makes it that much better. I know it’s messed up but I would have fucked him back there if I hadn’t said anything.
But he didn’t push. I could tell that he wanted it badly, could feel it in his body, but he backed off. I’m a little relieved, actually. I’ve heard so many stories of guys being pushy, but maybe men aren’t like that, at least real men aren’t. Gavin doesn’t seem like the type that needs to pressure someone into sex.
Being around him is pressure enough. His confidence is so sexy that I don’t know how long I can resist it.
We head back out into the main part of the club and angle toward the booth. But before we can get there, Reginald appears through the crowd.
I’m shocked to see him. I stop short and I feel Gavin tense just behind me.
“Miss Sadie,” Reginald says. “Your father sent me to bring you home.”
I stare at him, totally shocked. “How—how did you find me?”
He shakes his head, face stern. “Doesn’t matter. Please, come with me.”
“Sadie,” Gavin says, taking my hand. “You don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”
I turn away from Reginald and look up at Gavin. “I should go,” I say. “I had fun.”
He nods, a small smile on his lips. “Yeah. Me too.”
I kiss him quickly on the cheek, squeeze his hand, and then turn away. I follow Reginald, glancing back only once to see Gavin watching me leave.
I’m terrified as I get into the car. Reginald heads back toward our apartment, and I know I’m in deep shit.
I shouldn’t be surprised that someone was sent for me. My family is incredibly well connected. At a club like that, there are probably like fifty people that know me by sight, and I bet someone called my father to let him know that I was out with Gavin Waller. My father is going to be livid, but it doesn’t matter.
I’m a grown woman, despite what he thinks, although I am still dependent on them. Still, tonight was one of the best nights of my life. Sure, I chickened out and backed away from sex with Gavin, but still. He felt so good and gave me a glimpse of what it could be like if I finally gave myself to him. I know it’ll be incredible. It just wasn’t the right time yet.
I’m going to get yelled at when we get home, but it’s fine. I’ll survive it. And then I’ll call Gavin and see him again, because I haven’t gotten enough yet. In fact, I only just got my first taste.
Soon, I’m going to get another.
7
Gavin
I sip my beer and glance down at my watch, frowning to myself. It’s been almost twenty-four hours since I last saw Sadie, but I haven’t heard from her yet. I know she’s probably in deep shit with her family, but I’m actually starting to worry.
That’s a new feeling. I never really worried about a woman before, not this way at least. I have female friends and I’ve gotten close to lovers, but this is a different feeling entirely.
I’m almost protective of her. I want to make sure she’s being treated well and taken care of, even if maybe that’s not my role. Not yet, at least. I want to take that on for her though. I want to be the man who protects her, cares for her, takes care of her. And I have no clue how to feel about that.
“You’re quiet,” Chuck says to me. We’re sitting in a little shitty dive bar in the old neighborhood. There’s a basketball game on TV and most of the locals are either drunk or well on their way to being drunk.
The place is dingy and poorly lit, which is part of its charm. The bar is old and somewhat sticky from years and years of spilled drinks. All the tables are wood covered with shellac, basically big, plastic, and indestructible at this point. It’s pretty empty, which surprises me. Usually a working class haunt like this would be packed late at night, even on a work night, but maybe the economy is worse than I realized.
“Guess I don’t have a lot to say,” I respond.
“How’s the girl doing?” He grins at me a little.
I sigh. “I was wondering how long before you brought it up.”
“Hey, man, I gave you a beer. Now it’s time to talk.”
“Took her out last night.”
He whistles. “Damn, man.”
“It was good. Took her to that new club, Deep Spot or whatever it’s called.”
“Dark Spot,” he corrects.
“Whatever. We danced, drank, you know.”
“Fucked?” he asks.
I give him a look. “Don’t be an asshole.”
He laughs a little. “So you don’t kiss and tell now?”
“No,” I say pointedly. “And I never did before.” I’m not the type to brag about my conquests.