The Langfield Brothers: Box Set

17. Gavin

SEVENTEEN

GAVIN

With Millie here, I do the only thing I can. I drink. Copious amounts of liquor. And I avoid her. Avoid looking at her, avoid talking to her, and definitely avoid thinking about how good she looks.

Okay, the last one is a complete lie.

I do a really good job of avoiding her. I can’t go near her, not with the way my emotions are bubbling up to the surface. Like they’re written all over my face. Like “I fucked your daughter and I plan to do it again,” has been tattooed on my forehead.

Because yeah. Now that Millie is here, my thoughts and feelings are out of control. Despite the rules I’ve created for myself, the hold I have on my willpower is slipping.

But I can try. I can sit back and watch her play beer pong with Daniel and the other guys on my team. Guys who make me millions. Guys I cheer for, guys I bet on, and guys I genuinely like.

Today, though, I hate every last one of them. Even Brooks. When he’s paired up with Millie for a round of beer pong, I hate him with a passion.

I would actually consider murdering my own brother if he laid a hand on her.

I’m so unbelievably fucked.

“The guys would let you play if you wanted,” Ford cajoles beside me at the firepit.

I grunt. “I’d wipe the floor with them.”

Beckett, on my other side, sighs and brings a cigar to his lips. He hasn’t lit it all night. He just holds it, sniffs it, fondles it.

Guess he doesn’t want to smell like it, or maybe he’s worried about setting a bad example in front of Finn.

I’m abstaining too, because if I partake, there’s no way I won’t get sick. I’ve had far too much whiskey today while avoiding the peach margaritas Millie doled out to the whole crowd.

“I think I’ve hit my limit for fun.” Lake snuggles against Ford’s chest, her legs covered in a soft blanket.

He drops a kiss to her forehead. “Close your eyes here. I’ll carry you in.”

Damn. Guy’s so desperate for his wife’s company he won’t even let her go to bed when she’s half-asleep.

She gives him a secretive smile and murmurs an okay . Then her eyes fall shut almost instantly.

“You can go play, ya know. Don’t have to keep us old married men company,” Ford teases.

“Speak for yourself,” Beckett grouses. “I’m not old.”

Liv appears at his side with a sleeping Addie in her arms. “Yes, you are, baby. As am I, so if you could take Little One before I fall over, I’d appreciate it.”

Before she’s finished her request, Beckett’s up and grabbing their daughter, who’s fast asleep. With more care than seems possible for a man so cranky most of the time, he shifts her in his arms and murmurs into her hair. Once the little girl is clinging to his neck with her head nestled beneath his chin, he looks up at his wife. “Ready to head out, Livy?”

“Yeah, I think this part of the party is for the graduate and the kids his age. You want to ride back with us, Gav?”

Ouch. Her words hit me like a slap. Because she’s right. I’m too damn old to be hanging out with the kids still partying. I glance over at the table where Millie is still playing games, hoping my expression gives nothing away. There’s no way I can leave without having a minute alone with her.

“Um, I’ll wait for Brooks.”

“Wait for me for what?” Brooks asks, suddenly appearing at Liv’s side.

“We’re heading out,” Beckett explains.

“Yeah, I’m going to head back too.” He dips his chin, a few strands of hair that have escaped his man bun swaying. “Aiden is going out with some of the guys, but I’m beat. I told Sar I’d watch a movie with her when I get back.”

It’s no surprise that my brother would rather go home and hang with his “best friend” than go out prowling for girls with the hockey team. His life revolves around two things: hockey and Sara Case.

“You ready, Gav?”

A commotion from the other side of the yard has us all turning to the group at the beer pong table. Every guy in the crowd is tearing off his shirt and stepping out of his shoes. Millie’s there too, pulling her dress over her head. Beneath, she’s in nothing but a minuscule bikini.

I can’t look away as she takes off for the pool and launches herself into the air. She pulls her knees up and cannonballs into the pool with a loud splash. Then, one by one, the guys on the team follow her in, including Daniel.

I turn to Ford, expecting him to throw a fit about the gang of NHL players in the pool with his drunk twenty-three-year-old daughter.

The air whooshes from my lungs when, instead of launching to his feet and going on a tirade, the man fucking laughs.

“Ah, it’s good to see those two here together again.” He looks back at me with a big smile on his face. “Why don’t you spend the night? Let me get Lake upstairs, and then you and I can have drinks by the fire.” With a kiss to his wife’s head, he shifts forward in his seat. “I’ve obviously lost any shot of hanging with my kids for the rest of the night.”

The yes is out of my mouth before I even think about it. Hanging out with my best friend would be great, sure, but I’m staying because there is no way in hell I could go anywhere while Millie is practically naked in the pool with all of these men around.

I’m irrationally angry and have no right to be.

We’re not together. She has every right to do whatever she wants.

Except that’s bullshit. She’s been mine since the night she seduced me and gave me her virginity. If anyone gets to put his hands on that naked body tonight, it’s going to be me. Even if I go to hell for it.

Two hours later, most of the guests have filtered out. When Ford finally calls it, he shows me to my room. I hang tight for a solid ten minutes before I sneak out and head back outside to find his daughter.

I’m a fucking asshole.

The moment I step outside and the warm, musty June air hits me like a fog, Millie comes into view, and I sag in relief. She’s in the hot tub—alone, thank Christ—with her head tilted back and her face lifted to the sky.

She’s in an emerald-green bikini, and her curly dark-auburn hair is in a messy knot on the top of her head. The lights of the tub highlight the water on her skin, making her glisten, and as her chest rises and falls, so does the swell of her breasts.

“Are you gonna come in?” she asks, her eyes still closed and her head still tilted back.

My pulse takes off at a sprint. I clear my throat. “No. I’m gonna head to bed.”

She finally sits up and blinks her eyes open. “I did what you asked, and you’re still standing all the way over there.” She waves a hand up and down my body.

I take a step closer and lower my voice, hoping like hell there’s no one within earshot. “What I asked?”

“I talked to my dad.”

This is news to me. Welcome news, though. But I’m still cautious. This entire day has been a mindfuck.

“You told him how you felt when he gifted half of the company to Lake? How did he take it?”

She shakes her head. “I just mended things—you saw me hanging out with Lake tonight. We’re good.”

She did spend time with Lake, and they seemed to get on well. Still… “Really? But your music?—”

“I like my job, Gavin. Please, let’s not talk in circles. Are you getting in?” She sits up now and gives me a long, unforgiving perusal. The intensity in her expression makes my heart pound and my dick throb.

Fuck. The woman merely has to look at me, and I’m hard. Scratch that—her sheer existence leaves my cock weeping.

Lips pressed together, I scan the empty yard. “That’s not a good idea.”

“Why?”

“You know why.”

“You either get in with me, or I take off my clothes right now.”

My blood heats despite my apprehension. “ Millie .”

“You’re not my dad, Gavin. Don’t use that tone with me.”

I rest my hands on my head and tug at my hair, groaning. “You’re right, but your dad is five fucking feet away.”

“Don’t be dramatic. It’s at least thirty feet, and he’s asleep.”

Jaw locked tight, I stare her down. Dammit. She’s not bluffing, and I’m so goddamn weak. With a huff, I pull my shirt over my head. Then I shuck off my shorts. “Happy?”

The grin that spreads across her face is wicked and hot as fuck. “I’ll be happier riding your cock, but this is a start.”

I drop my head back and curse at the sky. This fucking girl. “Don’t start. I’m getting in, but nothing is happening.”

She hums as if she doesn’t believe my protests and sinks lower.

Boxers on—and staying that way—I put one foot into the water, then the other. “Shit, do we have towels?”

She sighs and tips her head back against the cushion. “Are you always so practical while women are throwing themselves at you?”

I bark out a laugh, even as my chest constricts. “Millie, you don’t have to throw yourself at me. You know how I feel. But nothing is happening while we’re in your dad’s hot tub.”

One brow raised as if she’s unamused, she points to a cabinet behind us. “Towels are in there. Don’t worry, my dad is as uptight as you are, so he thinks of everything.”

Before I’m even fully seated, she swims toward me and climbs into my lap.

Of their own volition, my palms settle on the smooth skin of her thighs. “New rule. No talking about your dad while you’re on top of me.”

Her responding smirk sends a frisson of need through me, dammit. “Finally, we agree on something.”

“Enough out of you,” I chide, squeezing her generous thighs.

For a moment, we sit silently, taking one another in. “Hi, Peaches,” I whisper. It’s impossible not to feel at ease when this woman is in my arms.

She smiles. “Are you going to kiss me now? I’ve been a good girl.”

“You are anything but a good girl.”

“Mmm. True, but don’t lie; you like it.”

The growl that slips from my throat makes it clear how much I like every little thing she does. Especially the way she licks at her lips, teasing me.

She’s too fucking good at tormenting me. That one move is all it takes for me to snap. With one hand still on her thigh, I grasp her neck with the other and pull her close.

“You’re a tease, Millie Hall. A brat. I’m not supposed to want you or crave every little fucking thing about you, but I can’t stop myself.” My heart pangs in my chest at the admission. “I can’t force myself to put my friendship with your father first. It’s impossible to think of you as his daughter when the only thing you’ll ever really be now that I’ve been inside you is mine .”

The pulse in her neck beats wildly beneath my thumb, and her eyes widen. “I may not know what I want to do with my life. Hell, I don’t know what I’m doing, period. But I know if you don’t kiss me right now, I may die. I’m yours, Gavin. All yours if you’ll have me.”

She is mine. Wrong or not. What we’re doing will fuck up both of our lives. Her father won’t understand, and he’ll never believe I’m good enough for her. But what I told him when he met Lake applies here too. I can’t put others first. Not in this aspect of my life.

Truth be told, the only person I need to put first is Millie. So that’s what I’m doing. Right here. With her perched on my lap and wearing a smile so big it’s obvious she knows precisely what I’m thinking.

Yes, Millie Hall’s happiness is all I give a fuck about.

“Don’t die, Peaches. I’ll kiss you.” Squeezing the back of her neck, I pull her in and tease her lips with my tongue.

She whimpers as I finally take exactly what’s mine, sucking on her bottom lip, relishing the taste of her, then kissing her slowly, taking my time, owning her.

With another needy, throaty sound, she presses into me and loops her arms around my neck. She rakes her fingers through my hair, scratching at my scalp and tugging at the strands.

I groan into her mouth. “Fuck, Mill. I need one taste.”

Pulling back, she focuses on me, eyes dancing and lips turned up seductively, as if she knew all along she’d get what she wanted. Dipping back in, she grinds against my hard cock.

“Please, Peaches,” I beg against her lips. “Let me taste you.”

“Only if you’ll make me come when you do.”

I run my tongue down her neck, licking up the salty-sweet taste of her skin. “This is a terrible idea.”

She moans and swivels her hips, sending a tingling sensation through me. “Terrible. Truly.”

“But you need my tongue on your clit?”

Humming, she grinds down, working us both up, unraveling all my control. As if I’ve had even an ounce of it since the minute I first saw her today.

This was the only way tonight was going to end. Me licking her until she cries my name. Her sinking down onto my cock. Us together. Finally. Again.

With both hands beneath the warm water, I grasp her hips and lift her so her feet are planted on either side of my thighs and her core is inches from my face.

She hovers above me, chin tucked and watching with hooded eyes, dripping and gorgeous.

“Slide that scrap of fabric over. Let me see what you’ve been keeping from me for over a year.”

The dirty smirk she gives me has me digging my fingers into her calves. “I haven’t been keeping anything from you, Coach. You did this all to yourself.” She hooks one finger beneath the edge of the wet green fabric and pulls it to the side.

Fuck . She’s so damn close. Leaning in an inch, I inhale her. Her scent lights me up inside and pulls a moan from deep within.

“Don’t tease me,” she whimpers, bucking closer. “Lick me. Please.”

Finally giving in, I do what she asks. We both groan as I finally taste her. I slide my hands up her calves, then around to the backs of her knees, holding in her place.

“Oh my god, Gavin,” she cries far too loudly as I work her over. “This feels so fucking good.”

“Shh, Peaches. Unless you want to get caught, you need to stay quiet.”The words are a tease, but guilt hits me like a punch to the gut even as I say them.

She swivels her head around toward the house, but a heartbeat later, she’s watching me again and gripping my hair. Then she shoves me face-first into her pussy. “Suck.”

Without argument, I follow her command, sucking on her clit while she rides my face.

“Oh fuck. I need you.” She babbles incoherent curses and tosses her head back.

My mind is a whirling, chaotic mess as I devour her. Her hands are in my hair, tugging and scraping. And then she’s gone. I’m gasping for air, confused as fuck, when she straddles my lap and captures my mouth with hers. With quick work, she slides my cock out of my briefs and impales herself on me, sucking me inside her hot body.

“Holy fuck, Millie,” I grit out, going rigid.

“Still on birth control,” she murmurs, “and I haven’t been with anyone else. I’m safe.”

“Millie—”

She shuts me up with a kiss. “I know you are too. You would never put me at risk, right?”

Hand in her hair again, I pull her back just an inch so I can look into her golden eyes. “Never, Millie. You’re the only person I’ve ever had bare?—”

“And the only one you ever will.”

The statement is so confident, so final. She knows. She doesn’t need me to tell her. I wouldn’t do this if she wasn’t it for me. Wouldn’t risk it.

But Millie isn’t a risk; she’s my future.

She shifts her hips and sinks down again, setting a languid pace, tits bouncing perfectly in my face.

“Look at how perfect you are riding my cock.” I grip her hips hard and thrust up, meeting her, welcoming the heat that rushes through me. “I love that I was the first to ever have you.”

Golden eyes glisten as she watches our bodies moving together. “The only person, Gavin. You. You’re it.”

Something calms inside me. The inferno that’s been burning me alive, eating at me, scorching in all the worst ways, pulls back. It’s replaced by a completely different kind of flame. As much as I hate myself for it, I’ve been beside myself worrying she’d been with someone else during our time apart. That she’d gifted another man with her time, her attention, her body.

She’s been my obsession, the unattainable, for the last year. Yet right now she’s mine.

“I can’t tell you how many nights I thought about this.” I lift her up and then slam her back down. “Thought about fucking you. Thought about tasting you.”

“Same. I touched myself so many times, thinking about our night together.”

“Which one?”

“The one on the beach.” She nips at my lip and tugs. “God,” she moans when she releases me. “There was something so hot about the potential to get caught.”

“You like that?” Keeping a steady pace, I palm one breast, then tug at her nipple through the fabric of her suit. “You like knowing that at any moment, someone could walk into the backyard and catch you riding my cock in this hot tub? Catch you seducing your dad’s best friend?”

“I’m just sitting on your lap,” she reasons, grinding over me in a way that brings me dangerously close to detonating. “You’re keeping me warm.”

“And you’re keeping my cock warm.”

“See?” Water sloshing, she picks up her pace. “Totally reasonable explanation. But if I did this,” she slips her fingers beneath the inner edge of one triangle of fabric of her top and pulls it to the side, “maybe you could use your mouth to keep this warm too.”

Hands trembling, I dig my fingers into the flesh of her hips and suck her breast into my mouth, teasing the perfect peach nipple with nibbles and bites, then licking away the sting. God damn, I missed these tits.

“Yes, just like that.” She clutches at my shoulders, her nails no doubt leaving crescent-shaped indentations. “If someone walks out, I’ll take the blame. I threw myself at you, forced myself onto you. Needed to have you. How could I not when you take care of me so well? You make me feel so good. Better than anyone has ever made me feel.”

I chuckle against her soft flesh. “Your father and brother would still kick my ass.” Tilting my head back, I grasp her chin, stroking it softly. She’s so goddamn beautiful. “But it’s all worth it. I’d lose it all for you. Now be a bad girl and fuck me until you come so I can fill you up.”

With her tits thrust in my face again, she picks up her pace. I match her, frenzied. Hot water sloshes as she rides me, grinding her pussy against me while I suck on her nipple until she’s pulsing around me, then gripping me tight and crying out.

“Come now, Gavin. Fill me up. Make me yours.”

Her sounds, her cries, her warmth overwhelm me, and when she clamps around me, I come so hard from the feel of her vise-like grip, from the way she milks me, squeezing every ounce of my pleasure into her body, filling her completely, just like she asked. She collapses on top of me, her chest heaving just as frantically as mine.

Pulling in one deep breath, then another, I rub slow circles on her back. “Thank you.”

With a satisfied hum, she sits up and presses her palms to my pecs. “Come on, Coach. Take me to bed.”