Holiday Games

Gavin nodded at Ty. “She will. With the right amount of persuasion.”


They went inside and watched the rest of the game, which the Sabers won, fortunately. That made for a hot discussion about football at the dinner table. Of course coming off the recent loss to Mick, Cole nitpicked all of Mick’s deficiencies, which meant Gavin’s dad had to argue and defend Mick. Gavin just sat back silently and ate his lasagna, because there was no way he was going to defend his brother. Mick could defend himself just fine next time he and Cole met up.

“Gavin, could you help me upstairs for a minute?” Liz asked after the plates were cleared and everyone sat in the living room watching a movie.

“Sure.” He got up and followed her upstairs.

She pulled him into his old bedroom, then shut and locked the door. When she pushed him onto one of the overstuffed chairs, he cocked a brow.

“Seriously?”

She unzipped her jeans and shimmied out of them, then removed her panties and climbed into the chair with him, straddling his lap. “You didn’t think I’d forget about this, did you?”

He grasped her hips, his cock twitching to life as she rubbed against him. “I knew you wouldn’t. When you get an idea into your head, it doesn’t go away.”

“No, it doesn’t. You’re not going to complain about it, are you?”

“Hell, no.” He lifted her only long enough to free his cock, which had gone fully hard. “How much foreplay do you want?”

“None. I’ve been thinking about this all afternoon.”

Sucking in a deep breath, he fit his cock to the entrance of her * and thrust into her, soaking in the sounds she made as she slid onto his dick.

Oh, yeah. He gripped her hips and began to lift her on and off of him, watching the way their bodies moved together. Being able to see her like this made him even harder.

“Faster,” she said, holding tight to his arms as she leaned back, giving him a full-on view of her sex, of where they were connected.

“You make me want to come, Liz,” he said, his jaw clenched tight as he fucked his cock deeper into her. She grasped her breasts through her top, squeezing them, inciting his desire even higher. He wanted to taste her, to touch her, to get her naked and lick her all over. None of which he had time for with his family downstairs. But seeing her like this, her body undulating against his, was a turn on that made his dick go even harder.

He reached for her clit, wanting her to go off when he was inside her.

“Make me come, Gavin. Touch me there.”

She let him have access to her, knowing he’d give her exactly what she needed.

It didn’t take long. He knew her body, knew how responsive she was to his touch. And when she tightened around him, her * convulsing, he let go, driving into her as he came. She whimpered with her orgasm and fell forward, kissing him as her climax drove them both into long, shaking tremors that had them clutching tight to each other.

“God, you make me sweat,” he murmured against her lips.

She pulled back and smiled at him. “It’s good off-season exercise for you.”

She climbed off and they dashed into the bathroom to clean up, then Liz got dressed.

As Gavin zipped his jeans, he looked at her in the mirror. “Now how are you going to explain this one to everyone?”

She grabbed a photo album from the bookshelf. “We were looking for old photos of you from your childhood and I needed your help to find a certain picture that I wanted to put up in the house.” She rifled through the album and selected one of him when he was about eight years old.

“That one?” he asked.

“Yes. It’s one of my favorites, when you switched to first base. I love this pose and that toothless grin on your face. I want to frame it.”

He shook his head. “Okay.”

His wife was one sexy mystery to him.

One of the many reasons he loved her so much.





Chapter Five





There was nothing like a hot weekend in Jamaica to take Liz’s mind off work, wedding and holiday pressure. And the pressure of making a baby. Being with the girls this weekend was going to be amazing.

Jenna had originally thought about going to Las Vegas, but Ty had told her that was where he and the guys were going, and she didn’t want to accidentally run into him. She truly wanted a girls-only experience, so Liz suggested they head toward Jamaica. Sure, it was out of the country, but Liz had connections and booked them into an all-inclusive resort. They were going to do the beach, and the spa, and then party away at the clubs until their feet were so sore they couldn’t stand anymore.

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