Alive With You (Real Love #1) (12 page)

She gave a fake laugh. "If you call rainbow hair and a face full of metal classy, then you're deranged."

"Wow, big words for a Barbie doll. She has more class than both of you combined."

Tara approached us. "Class and self-respect. Honey, he hasn't left my side for weeks, and I still haven't slept with him. And believe me, I could have. You throw yourself at him as soon as you see him and expect him to want you? That doesn't make you classy, doll, it makes you a whore!"

We left and headed to my spot. "I'm so proud of you Tara. Way to put those bitches in check."

Dylan came up behind Tara and wrapped his hands around her, kissing her neck and shoulders. "Let's get out of here, doll. I want you all to myself." She had a huge smile on her face. The Barbie twins had seen it and stormed off.

As the show ended, Gavin told me to go grab a drink while he took what was left to the truck. I sat at the bar just thinking about how awesome the night had been. I had completed my first expo and done very well with it. Most of my copies had sold, and people took cards for KC's. Having Tara there to talk to people about the shop was smart. She raked in a few new clients. Three different modeling agents approached her, and she was asked to do a spread in
Lady Tattoo Magazine
. I told her if she made it big because of my pictures, I wanted a black and purple Harley Davison. Too bad the Barbie twins didn't see her talking to the agents; that would have been priceless.

It was just after 11 o'clock, and even though I was beyond tired, Winston and Tyler were meeting us at my house at midnight. I knew there were times when I should have said no when it came to hanging out, but I hadn't figured out how to do that yet.

A tall, muscular, Italian man came and sat next to me. His big smile matched his Jersey Shore cockiness. He was handsome and dressed in a navy blue, three-piece, designer suit. "Can I buy you a drink? You look like a Malibu kind of girl, nice and sweet."

"Actually, I'm a Corona girl, and my fiancé will buy it for me. Don't act like you didn't see the ring; I saw you look at it."

"Oh, I saw it. The question is why would he let such a beautiful creature out of his sight? It leaves room for men like me to move in."

"Really. What kind of man is that?"

"Rich, mysterious, devastatingly handsome, and great in bed. Should I keep describing myself, or would you like to try?"

"Well, I won't lie, you are handsome, but you forgot egotistical and rude."

"Ouch, that hurts. Can you at least tell me your name?"

"I suppose that won't hurt." I looked at the bartender with a smile. "My name is the future Mrs. Gavin Price. Go find another target Mr. Ego."

The bartender slipped me a corona and laughed. "I've seen girls shoo guys like him away, but that was classic. He really thought he was getting somewhere. He must be dumb as a post to think a woman with a rock like that would look twice at him. This is an art gallery not a night club." Her gaze went to my side. "You must be Mr. Gavin Price."

"I am."

"Well then,"—she raised her eyebrows at me and smiled—"he didn't have a chance. You've got yourself the sexiest guy in the room and his ring. Congrats to you both!"

Gavin's attitude and expression were a mix of anger and satisfaction all wrapped up in one. "Whose ass do I have to kick?"

"Down boy! There will be no ass kicking of any kind, but if you'd like to fondle me in front of that egotistical prick, by all means, mark your territory. We both know you want to." I moved to the barstool directly in view of Mr. Ego. "Sit down, lover boy. Let's show everyone who I belong to."

"Mmm… I like the sound of that, my little minx. What do you have in mind?"

"I want you to look at him while you slip your fingers inside me, then suck them clean."

"There's my naughty girl. I'll gladly show him who owns your sweet ass, just know I'm fucking you senseless as soon as we get home. I don't care who's at the house, I'm gonna tear that pussy up."

Mr. Ego's eyes met mine as Gavin pulled me into his chest. So many times he'd said I was his, that my body was his, and it wasn't t until this moment that I truly understood the strength of those words. The heat from his body radiated through his shirt, burning my back. What I imagined would be a simple push inside me to prove a point turned into me struggling to suppress my moans and whimpers as he finger fucked me right there under the bar. The look on his face was so dominant that Mr. Ego got up and left. He slid his long fingers out of me and slowly sucked my juices off. Chills ran down my spine. The thrill of it took my breath away.

"Take me home and fuck me, please Gavin."

My lust-filled eyes made him go to his dark place. Sliding a fifty to the bartender, he pulled me outside to the truck, pinning me against it. With his strong hands wrapped around my throat, he growled, "You taste so fuckin' good. Did you like that? Did you like being watched?"

"Yes. I loved it. "

"I knew you did. You were soaking wet. Get your sexy ass in my truck before I split you in two right here in this parking lot." He helped me into it and hopped in. "Buckle up!"

CHAPTER 21

Gavin

Adrenaline rushed through my veins, and my cock throbbed. Showing that asshole that she was mine made me feel like a damn king. Telling her was one thing, but showing another man was a whole new ballgame. I've had sex in public before, but it was just fucking for the thrill of being watched. Tonight was different; tonight was a mindfuck. "Claire, I'm not gonna lie to you, that was such a turn-on. Watching the look of defeat on his face, knowing that he wanted you and I had you, I felt like a damn alpha male." We pulled into the driveway. "I need to fuck you right now. I'll stop whenever you want, but I need to get rough tonight."

She jumped out of the truck and ran to toward the house, ripping her clothes off along the way. Stopping in front of the door, she turned to me, and falling to her knees, she gazed up at me. "Let's start here."

"Oh, my naughty little girl, what am I going to do with you?"

"Anything you want!"

"Touch yourself, make yourself cum for me. You'll be nice and ready when I decide to stuff you full of my big, fat cock."

The look on her face as she pleasured herself for me was beautiful. Raw lust and need filled her eyes. Oh, the things this woman did to me. Her back arched and her hips bucked as she rode her fingers. The delicious noises her body made were more than I could handle.

"Enough! It's time to ride my cock."

Pushing the door open, I pulled her naked body to the couch, undoing my pants along the way. She climbed on my lap and slowly lowered herself onto my dick. The way her warm, tight pussy felt squeezing and sliding up and down the full length of my thick shaft was enough to make me blow my load, but I wouldn't let that happen yet. I shoved two fingers in her mouth and didn't even have to tell her to suck them. She licked and sucked, deep throating them. Once they were soaked in her spit I reached down and spread her ass cheeks open. Her face lit up, and she screamed my name when my fingers entered her tight little asshole, first one, then adding another.

"Fuck yeah, Gavin, fill both holes, baby. I want to be your dirty whore."

Pushing her off me, I bent her over my knee, pulling her hair with one hand and spanking her with the other. "Did I give you permission to talk?" My hand cracked down so hard on her ass that my palm stung. "When we fuck like this you only speak when spoken to." It was then that I realized Ty and Winston were cuddled up on the love seat.

Winston laughed a little. "Looks like somebody's been a bad girl. Should we leave?"

Tyler smiled at him. "Don't worry, hon; they're closet freaks. I'm sure us being here will make him fuck her harder."

He looked at me. "Do you want us to stay, man?"

I nodded and brought my hand to her ass a final time before dropping her on all fours. Pounding into her while one hand was tight around her throat, the other wrapped tight in her hair, I could hear her screams echoing through the house. My cock was twitching, my balls full to the brim. "Who's tight little pussy is this? Who owns you, you sexy little bitch?"

"It's all yours. You own me!"

I saw Tyler's head bobbing up and down, sucking Winston like her life depended on it. His face told me he was ready, and he nodded toward Claire. It was like we were in each other's twisted minds. I nodded at him, letting him know he'd get what he wanted; he'd get what I had. Gripping her hips as I pushed into her, I shot a huge load deep into her pussy before whispering in her ear.

"He has a present for Tyler, and I want to see you girls share nicely."

Twirling my hair around in her fingers, my beauty sank against me as we cuddled in our bed. Back from our lust-driven state of mind, I wondered what was going through her head. I didn't even ask her permission before throwing her at another man. I asked her to do something I knew she'd never want to do on her own. I'd gone to my dark place, the unemotional part of me that ran purely on my own sick pleasure. I felt a tear run down my chest, then another, and another. Guilt ran through me, crushing me. What was I thinking? I wasn't, that's the problem.

"Please forgive me. I'll never ask you to do that again. I swear; I'll never even put us in that situation again. Just you and me baby, nobody else. I'm begging you, don't leave me, Claire." I felt more tears before she turned her back to me and curled into a ball. "Do you want me to leave?"

"No, I could have said no. I didn't stop it because I thought I'd like it. It was so much fun before. With you and Tyler, it was meant to be for fun, but there was real love and passion in it for me. This time I just felt like a trashy whore. I feel dirty and I hate myself for it." Her tears fell like rain. "The sex was amazing, everything up to what happened with them was exactly what I wanted. I wanted them to watch us, not join us. I can't believe I had another man's cum in my mouth."

"It's my fault, sweetheart, I took it too far. Don't ever think of yourself that way. You are sweet and pure. I'm ruining you more and more each day, and I'm sorry."

I got up and put my clothes on, I needed to leave. She didn't want me there anyway. Looking back at her, I left without even saying goodbye. I had to figure out how to fix this, or if I even wanted to. She deserved better than me, better than what I am. I thought I could change, but the more she enjoyed what I showed her, the further I ended up taking her. I'd done exactly what I didn't want to do; I'd taken it too far.

I ended up at the beach, where we'd gone the night we became us. The sand was cold despite the warm weather, but lying in it made me feel close to her. Looking up at the moon, I thought about what she'd said about it, how it was the one thing we could look at together even when we weren't together. I wondered if she was looking at it, too. Was she thinking about me, about us? We had to get past this; she was my other half. I finally have her; I'm not about to let her go.

I turned around to go plead my case, to beg for forgiveness, and there she was. My love was standing in front of me. Our lips met in a reassuring, passionate kiss.

"I swear I didn't follow you. I guess we really are one person."

"Baby, I—"

"Don't you ever say you ruin me; you fixed me. You brought me back to life in every way. I love you and the things
we
do. You make me feel free. From now on, it's just me and you, nobody else." She stood on her toes and kissed my forehead. "And don't you ever walk out on me again."

"Marry me tomorrow, right here under the moon. I'm not waiting any longer. Just you, me, my parents, and Miles. We can still have the party on Saturday, a bonfire in the backyard with a handful of people. We'll bust out the grill and have what we call fun. What do you say?"

"Yes! Oh, my God
yes
!"

CHAPTER 22

Claire

Looking in the mirror, I wondered what my mother would have thought. She had been so happy helping me get ready to walk down the aisle with Cole. She adored him. When cancer took her from me, Cole and I were still in love, and he had never even raised his voice to me. She never saw him become the monster my father was. My father beat my mother senseless until she left him. I'm just glad she met Audrey before she passed.

A knock on the door snapped me back to reality. "May I come in?"

"Of course, Mrs. Price. Are you ready for me to steal your boys?"

"I'm ready to get the daughter I always wanted. I prayed for the day my son would find a good woman. I know he was unhappy with the life he was leading. He never told me about anything, but a mother knows when her son is hurting. Once he met you, it all changed; the closer you got to him, the happier he was." Tears ran down my cheeks. "Thank you for being a mother to my grandson. He loves you so much. I don't want to make you cry away your makeup, so let's go. Oh, and stop calling me Mrs. Price, I'm your mother now."

"Okay, Mom!"

While we drove to the beach, I thought about how mad Tyler and Tara were going to be, but they'd get over it. The beautiful moon was full and bright, so perfect for the night. My dress blew in the wind as my soon-to-be mother in-law escorted me to the shoreline. I saw them all, Tyler and Tara on my side, and Winston and Dylan next to Gavin. I tried so hard not to cry.

"Let's go make you my real mommy!" Miles popped down from the lifeguard chair he'd been sitting on with Gavin's father.

"You look so handsome, love bug!"

Standing in front of the people who mean the most to us and the two new additions to our circle, we said our vows, made our promises, and shared a kiss of true love. It was the most amazing and romantic moment of my life.

"Wake up, Mr. Price; you're going to be late for work. I'll get the monster up and moving."

"Excuse me, Mrs. Price, but we are staying in bed all day so I can ravage you over and over. You'll be walking crooked by the time I get done with you!"

"As much as I'd love that, we have to get up and get Miles to school. Let's let Miles stay at the shop with Tara after school and come home and take away his title of only child." Nibbling Gavin's chin, I climbed on top of him. "How about a quick head start right now?" I felt him get hard instantly. "I see someone's rising to the occasion."

"Mommy, Daddy, time to wake up! I need to go tell all my friends I have a real mommy now."

"Okay, buddy, you win. I'll be down in a second to get your breakfast."

"I just got cockblocked by my own kid; this sucks." He lifted the blanket to show me his erection.

Pulling the covers over my head, I giggled. "Well, lucky for you, I suck, too."

I went back to the shop to put in a solid days work. I wanted to try and see if I could set up some sort of event for MILES OF COMICS, an official grand opening celebration. Tara was working on a tattoo of an Army tank in front of an American flag on the back of an extremely hot soldier. I'm not usually attracted to the clean-cut type, but this guy was an exception. His short, thick, black hair and flawless, olive-colored skin were a perfect contrast to his bright blue eyes. His chiseled chest muscular arms were impossible not to stare at. He was eye candy at its finest and practically throwing himself at Tara. He had just gotten back from Iraq and was telling her about it. Tara's father was a Navy SEAL, so they were exchanging jokes back and forth about which was better. He was clearly flirting with her, but she's so insecure she didn't even pick up on it. I thought having Dylan show so much interest in her would give her a little more self-confidence, but it didn't.

Dylan and Tara are a complicated pair. He seems to worship the ground she walks on, but she doesn't see it. He doesn't even care that she's not interested in sex. He could get it from so many girls with the snap of a finger, but he only wants her. Maybe she really isn't interested and is keeping her distance so he doesn't get the wrong idea. Who knows?

"So, is there a lucky man who gets to come home to you?"

"Not exactly." Her face turned bright red as she glanced over at me.

"Well, that's good."

"Why is that good, Mr. Roberts?"

"Well, first of all, call me Adam. Second, if there were someone really special, then you would have a ring on your finger. If there's just a boyfriend, then there's room for me to sneak in and steal you, in the most respectful way, of course."

"How is that in any way respectful?" She was laughing at how he'd raised one eyebrow at her.

"A woman's heart can be stolen from another man without being disrespectful to him. Charm and honesty go a long way, darlin'. The heart wants what the heart wants. I'd never touch a woman until she ended the relationship. That, beautiful, is where the respect comes into play."

"Well, there's no official relationship to end, but I've been seeing someone for the last two weeks. Honestly, I'm not sure what we are or where either one of us wants to be."

"Is that your way of telling me you'll let me take you on a date?"

"Let's just say I'll think about it. Your number is on the form you signed. Maybe I'll give you a call."

She put the tattoo gun down and cleaned him up. "All done. What do you think?"

"It's perfect, just like you."

"Thanks, it was nice meeting you, Adam."

"I hope I hear from you soon, Tara."

I saw her shake her head at herself in the mirror before handling her equipment. I loved seeing her smile, but all I could think of was Dylan. She wasn't doing anything wrong, but I knew he'd be upset if she called this guy.

"Tara, what's up with Captain America?"

"Not a damn thing. I'm not calling him, but playing Little Miss Sunshine got me a big fat tip! I'm not doing anything to make Dylan run away. I might be confused about us, but I like him a lot."

"Why are you so confused? I mean he's clearly into you. Why do you keep him at arm's length?

"I don't know. I guess I'm afraid that I'll fall for him and then he'll meet some beautiful actress, and it's goodbye Tara."

The door opened and in walked Sammie; I'd totally forgotten about her coming. Tara had her sit at the table and prepped her for her tattoo. I waved and headed toward the comic shop; I had no desire to be around her. Poor Tara had no choice but to be nice and talk to her.

"Okay, let's do this. When did you get the original one done?"

"About nine years ago. It was a spur of the moment thing. I like the idea of my son's name thrown into it."

"Me too. It's funny that he has the same name as Claire's son. It's not a very common name for little boys nowadays."

"I didn't think she had kids, just a step-son."

She was starting to piss me off so I stepped in on the conversation. "Well, my husband has a five-year-old son whose mother bailed on him as a newborn. Genetics don't matter to us; he's my son."

"What are you going to do if his real mother comes back?"

I couldn't believe she had the nerve to say that. "Not that it's any of your business, but she signed over all parental rights to Gavin when Miles was two months old. Even if she tried to, she couldn't get him back. Any woman who'd walk away from their child like she did doesn't deserve breath. She's a selfish cunt if you ask me. I'm his real mother now."

The door opened and Miles bounced into my arms. "Mommy, I missed you!"

Gavin's face dropped when he walked in. "Samara, what the
fuck
are you doing here?"

I looked at her then at Gavin. "Mara, your ex-wife?"

Tara stood up and jumped back. "You've gotta be shittin' me! She's your ex?"

Sammie laughed. "I couldn't very well introduce myself as Mara, so I went with Sammie. Now what were you saying about me being a selfish cunt?"

"You heard me. It's been you following me around, hasn't it, you crazy fuckin' bitch?" I put Miles down and kissed him. "Go next door and stay with Aunt Tyler, buddy. Don't you come back until I call you."

Gavin started yelling; I'd never heard him sound so angry. "Get the fuck out of here. Why would you do this to him, you piece of shit? "

"Because he's mine. I'm his mother."

"You walked out on him. You threw him away. You don't mean shit to him. He has a mother."

She grabbed her purse as if she was going to leave but pulled out small handgun. I saw Tara grab her phone before running to the back. She pointed the gun at Gavin but spoke to me. "I warned you. I told you he was mine." She began to laugh like a crazy person. "Did you think I meant Gavin? You did, didn't you? I left him, sweetie. He's all yours. He's a pussy who forgot how to fuck; I need a man who runs shit in bed. You can't have my son, though."

Gavin stepped toward her, "Samara, just put down the gun and leave. Don't be stupid. Legally, you have no claim to him."

She cocked the hammer. "Well, the thing about genetics is that if I kill you, he's mine. It's too late for this to go any other way, Gavin. Tell your wife to back off."

His body language hid the fear I saw in his eyes. "What are you gonna do? Kill us all and run away with him? He doesn't have a damn clue who you are. You're fucking insane."

I ran at her and grabbed the gun, pushing it up. She fired two rounds before I got it from her. I had pinned her to the ground and slid the gun away, and I kept hitting her over and over. It was as if I'd left my body and was watching myself. I kept saying, "He's my son." I saw Tara sitting in the corner with the phone to her ear. Sammie was still, so I ran to Gavin. He was hurt bad, she'd shot him twice. I held him close. "It's okay, baby. The ambulance is coming."

Tara screamed "Claire, look out!"

The gun was pressed to the back of my head. I stood and turned to her, with the gun in my face. I smiled.

"I won't kill you if you walk away. Step aside now. Only he needs to die."

I don't know what I was thinking, or if I even was, but I laughed. "Have you ever played chess, bitch? The queen always protects her king! I'm not going anywhere."

She began to lower the gun. "I shot him twice already. He's going to bleed out soon."

She had let her guard down, because she didn't even notice Cole and Morgan come in with guns drawn. Morgan shouted at her. "Put the gun down, Mara; place it on the floor and put your hands in the air."

Cole approached Mara with his gun pointed at her. I looked at Gavin as she lowered the gun to the ground. Cole cuffed her and started reading her rights to her. Backup pulled in as Morgan secured the scene and ran to Gavin. He applied pressure on the wounds, trying to comfort him as the ambulance pulled in. "You're gonna be all right, man. Your punk ass can't die on me. "

Cole handed Mara off to another officer and hugged me tight. "I promised you I'd keep you safe. He'll be okay, let's follow them, and Tyler can bring your son to the hospital once things have calmed down."

I grabbed Gavin's hand before they put him in the ambulance. "Why are you smiling? You have two bullets in you."

"I didn't know you played chess."

"I don't, but it sounded pretty badass, didn't it?" I giggled a bit. "Let's get you all patched up, Mr. Price." I kissed his forehead.

"Sweeter than a thousand, Mrs. Price."

THE END

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