Gordon's Dawn (4 page)

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Gordon came back,
and they sat together on her sofa watching TV until the pizza came. Once the food arrived, they each grabbed a piece of pizza, and she watched Gordon devoured slice after slice, taking big bites and barely chewing whilst staring blankly at the TV like he was deep in thought. Once he was down to his last slice, he picked it up and almost shoved the whole thing in to finish it quickly. Once finished, he wiped his face with a napkin and mumbled, “I’m going back for my birthday.”

“What?” Her heart felt like it was about to explode. Surely, he wasn’t talking about going back to America.

His blue eyes studied her, and she knew that look. It was the look her parents gave her when they were gauging what they could safely say before she got upset because they were going to move again. It was the look that said I told you that you could have the toy, but now we can’t afford it and just don’t know how to tell you. Unease flooded her.

Gordon cleared his voice. “A friend is throwing me a huge fortieth. My parents want to see me, too. I miss…” He looked around the room then his gaze came back to rest on her. “Come.”

“Hah, what?”

“Come with me.”

“I can’t go to America.”

“Why not?”

“Well, we… I… I don’t have a passport.” Dawn was so tempted, but she couldn’t just pack up and leave. Dawn wasn’t like her parents, and leaving the country with barely any notice was something they would do.

Gordon’s gaze narrowed and she knew she was getting to him when the corner of his left eye twitched. “If you had one, would you come?” He ran his fingers through his hair, and she clenched her fist because she was dying to do the same thing with her own fingers to him. “I want you there for my birthday. You’ve become a close friend who I want to share this with. Come on, it’ll be fun. It’s a party in Vegas.” Wow, Vegas. Who didn’t want to at least go there once in their life? Gordon must have seen something on her face because he grinned. “I have some, uh, savings. I’ll pay for you.”

Crap, now how did she get out of that. She could go. It would only be a holiday. She thought about her savings and knew she had just enough if she watched herself and didn’t go wild over there. The problem would be work. She didn’t want to leave them in a lurch. “Okay, I’ll go if I can get time off from the tattoo shop and have my passport.”

The smile that spread over Gordon’s face had her heart beating faster and her stomach fluttering. “Great, I’ll book our plane tickets.”

“Wait to see if I can get time off and a passport in time first.” Standing up, she cleaned up the mess from dinner. Gordon didn’t say anything, and Dawn had a feeling he was going to do what he wanted.

****

Gordon didn’t want
to move. Dawn was asleep on him, and her sweet baked vanilla scent surrounded him. Her hair was in its usual messy bun, and she wasn’t wearing anything remotely sexy, but damn if he didn’t spend ninety-nine percent of his time telling his dick to stay down.

The problem he’d been fighting with himself these last few days was she was only twenty-two, and he’s less than two months away from turning forty. Could he tie her to someone his age? He’d tried to find other women, and they just weren’t cutting it. They had wife potential, but the sprite in his embrace was the only female he’d been able to think of for months now, and he couldn’t—didn’t want to deny it anymore. It had gotten so bad that he even woke up thinking of her. Tracy had thought he was being considerate not sleeping with her, but the thing was, he just couldn’t. He was done fighting.

Gordon had almost five weeks to give him and Dawn a try before he went back to America and his old job. He didn’t lie when he said he wanted her to come to Vegas. They had become friends, and he hoped if things didn’t work how he wanted that they could still be friends. Dawn was nothing like what he envisioned for a wife. She was young, quiet, and liked terrible music. She looked like a gothic sprite with her small height, jet black hair, white skin, ruby red lips, black nail polish, dark clothes, and tattoos. But, damn, if she didn’t do it for him. Dawn had the most important things he wanted. She loved her family fiercely; she was loyal, caring, and great with children. She also had major bonuses—a great sense of humor, an amazing laugh, and she was the best cook. Ha. Who was he kidding? When he put it all like that, she was more perfect than he thought, and there shouldn’t be doubt they would work.

What worried him though and had made him hesitant was his real world would eat her alive? They would pick on everything from her clothes, tattoos, education, and family to her weight. She would be a piece of meat thrown to the lions. He would help her and be there for her, but he could only do so much.

Running his fingers up and down her back, he traced the branches of an almost bare tree tattoo. The only branch had leaves on it and was the one with branches names Destiny and Dilan. Unable to help himself, he leaned down and gently brushed his lips over her back. She loved her sister and nephew. Dawn had so much love. Gordon knew he needed to try it with her, or he would regret it and always wonder. His feelings for the woman in his embrace got stronger day by day. He was stupid to fight it. Gordon knew Dawn felt something for him, too. She would stare at him with dreamy eyes when she thought he couldn’t see or wasn’t looking. She always made sure his favorite foods were made. He grinned as he recalled she talked in her sleep and didn’t just mumble his name, but moaned it.

Slipping his arms, one under her head, the other her legs, he lifted her up and carried her to her bedroom and gently placed her in her bed. She reached for him, and he smiled. It was time to do something. Pulling off his shorts, he eased into bed, and she gravitated to him lying across his chest. Wrapping his arms around her, she gave a contented sigh, and he knew then he was a goner.

She was so
hot. Her body felt like it was on fire. Drifting out of the sleep realm, she assessed her body only to freeze when a mouth made its way down her body with gentle kisses.

Blinking at the blond hair before her, she stared at light ocean blue eyes she knew so well. She relaxed knowing she was dreaming because there was no way Gordon would be in her bed doing this to her. She wiggled smiling when she felt his naked body against her own, which just confirmed she was dreaming because she never went to bed naked.

“Morning, sprite.” He glided up her body, and his mouth claimed hers. Reaching up, she dug her fingers into his hair tugging on the strands when he went to ease away. His teeth caught her lip, and he bit, sending a shot of pleasure-pain through her, and he trailed kisses down her neck, nibbled at her, and lightly sucked.

“Owe.” Dawn furrowed. It wasn’t supposed to hurt in a dream. She didn’t have much time to ponder as Gordon’s mouth came back up and took hers again as his hands skimmed over her body. Her body tingled, and a burning need built within her. His tongue tangled with her own as her body rubbed against his.

His mouth left her and he panted, “Are you sure?”

Oh, God, this wasn’t a dream, what was she supposed to do? Did she let this continue? Did she stop him? Dawn wanted this but did she want it now when everything was so up in the air? Right now, she had no idea what this meant.

Gordon sucked on the tip of her nipple before taking more of her breast into his mouth, and she lost all sense of rational thinking. She’d dreamed of this with Gordon. She loved him. He was the perfect guy to lose her virginity to.

Dawn slowly brought her hands up to run across Gordon’s defined chest. She was doing this. She would find out what they were after they’d made love. Gordon’s muscles bunched at her touch, and she sighed, happy she was going to finally get to touch how she wanted. “Yes. I want this. Yes.”

“Thank God,” he groaned his breath blowing over her wet nipples hardening them further. Gordon grabbed her hands in his own as she let the pads of her fingers explore every inch of him. “Stop. I can’t think when you touch me like that. I need to at least have taken you a time... or three... before I have enough control to let you do that.” Gordon captured her mouth mashing their lips together with a fierceness that consumed her with a burning need for of him. His fingers trailed down her arm and over her body, pausing to caress her breasts. Dawn arched into his touch searching for a release she knew right now only Gordon could give.

She knew her orgasm would be big. Gordon’s fingers slid between her folds, she moaned and moved closer to his touch. He played with her clit and pumped a finger in and out of her pussy until she was ready to explode. She needed to touch herself and make herself come, but Dawn wanted Gordon to make her fall over the edge. She wanted him to give her all her pleasure.

“Please… Gordon. I need to come. I need to—” She snatched her hand from his and eased it down between their bodies and played with her clit just the way she liked. Gordon’s fingers left her, and she groaned, desperate for release. She kept playing with herself even when she felt the head of his cock at her entrance. Gordon’s mouth found hers again, and his kiss was deep as he sank his cock in.

Dawn screamed into his mouth and tore her hands for her clit to grab him as she felt the pain. 

“I’m sorry, Dawn. Holy shit, I didn’t know. Fuck, why didn’t you say anything?” The use of her name and his cursing at her had her staring at him and forgetting the pain. He stilled hovering above her his dick deep inside her.

“Oh. My. God. What did you expect me to say? Hey, stop, I’m a virgin.”

“Well, yes.”

“I didn’t want to ruin it. When I first awoke, I thought I was dreaming, and then I just didn’t want you to stop.” She felt the heat and knew she would be bright red.

Gordon chuckled, and the sensation wasn’t painful, it was… she concentrated on what she felt— a stinging could still be felt, but she felt… Well, full. 

“No. This isn’t a dream.” Gordon brushed his lips over hers, and she shivered at the renewed heat. “I can stop. I’ll pull out.” He slid his cock out, and oh, did it feel different.

“No. Stop.” She reached down and held his arse, halting him.

The stinging sensation from Gordon taking her virginity was gone. She stared up at him. His face looked contorted as if he were fighting an inner battle. Looking down, she saw his body muscles straining. Trailing her fingers up, she touched his tense jaw. “Is this okay? You look like you’re fighting or not sure.” Dawn wriggled to see if his face would change or if it made it worse. 

Gordon moaned burying his face in the crook of her neck. “I am fighting. I want you so bad. I’m dying to move.”

Dawn moved around to test first and when she didn’t feel any pain, she grinned. “Well, move then.” The tingling burning need was flooding back.

Gordon moved within her at an easy pace at first. She gripped him to her, needing an anchor. He started nibbling at her shoulder, moving up and back down. The nips sent jolts straight to her pussy. Dawn wasn’t sure if she was doing this right. She’d seen movies, but this was so different. She didn’t know where to focus her attention. Her body felt like it was burning up, and she knew her orgasm was coming back with force. 

Reaching for the release that was building and still sitting close to the surface, she tried to meet Gordon, thrust for thrust, but he was speeding up, sinking harder and what felt like deeper every time. Not knowing what else to do, she held on tight searching for the orgasm she could feel just out of reach. Racking her fingers down his back, she sighed as she squeezed his tight arse with each push into her. Feeling his buns of steel as he propelled into her turned her on so much, it had her coming undone. She gripped his butt cheeks and let oblivion take her. “Gordon, oh, Gordon,” she yelled as wave after wave of bliss washed over her. She felt her pussy quiver and pulse squeezing her lover tight.

“Holt shit,” Gordon shouted as he drove into her one last time and stilled. “Dawn,” he howled emptying into her, holding her tight before he collapsed on top of her. Gordon’s fingers came up to caress her cheek. “That was amazing. You were amazing. Thank you for giving me the gift.” He had traced her lips before he took them to his own in a gentle kiss that had continent overflowing.

Gordon eased out of her and swore, “Fuck, Dawn, I didn’t use protection.”

A moment of panic overtook her and then she closed her eyes and took a deep breath in. “I’m on the pill. Well, the mini pill, as the higher dose makes me sick, but it will still stop me from getting pregnant. I’m clean. You’re the only guy I’ve been with.”

“You’re the only woman I’ve been bareback with. I can get tested if it will make you feel better, but Dawn, I haven’t had sex in months, and I swear I always wear a condom.” His lips brushed hers. “You, though, you make me crazy. I’ve never been so turned on before you. Dawn, what we did felt more than amazing.” His mouth captured hers and brought the blissful simmer back. “When we’re together, I want it to just be us. Please say that what you want is to feel my skin against yours.”

Gordon’s hand settled between her thighs and played with her clit. His hardening cock rubbed up and down her pussy lips. Her passion flared instantly, and any rational thought process flew out the window and she nodded. “Yes,” she mumbled against his mouth. His cock slipped between her folds, and she felt a slight soreness, but Gordon kept her lust high.

Kissing him, she arched into him seeking the pleasure she knew he could give. Reaching up, she clung to him running her fingers over his straining back muscles as he hovered above her.

A sound like a growl released from him before he rolled them, so she was sat on top, her legs parted over him. Her hands moved around to balance on his chest, his hands coming to rest on her waist.

“Ride me, sprite.” Gordon’s voice was deep and rasped.

Staring down at his blissful face, a famine power surged through her at the knowledge she was making him feel like this. Lifting up slowly, she closed her eyes allowing sensations of him inside her to fill her as she rode him.

When his hands started lifting her faster, she opened her eyes and watched his face as he stared at her bouncing breasts. She was holding herself back not coming, enjoying the feeling of him inside her. Gordon was grunting and moaning, and the noises heightened her already raptured body.

Leaning down, she rubbed her body against his. “Gordon, I’m ready. Help me.”

“Fuck, I’ve never felt anything like you.” He hands came down, and he squeezed her arse as he thrust his thighs up, touching just the right spot that had her quelling her release.

Laying on him, she let herself bask because she knew reality would come crashing down all too soon, and she would have to think about what she’d just done. She didn’t know how she’d feel when the ecstasy wore off, and she thought about giving her ‘gift’ away.

****

Gordon knew they
needed to talk. They’d dozed for a couple of hours and had now been lying on the bed for a good half an hour. He tried to keep his mind blank. He didn’t want to think how not only had he just taken Dawn’s virginity, he’d also done something he never had in his life done before—he had sex without a condom.

Fuck, he tried to feel guilty but nothing came but male pride and happiness at the thought that he was Dawn’s first and if he had his way, her only. She’d told him she was on the pill, and he’d even felt disappointed. Shit, he really was a goner. She’d sealed her fate. He’d never had that thought or feeling for any woman. Dawn was a hidden gem, and he would have her as his wife. He needed to woo her though, take her out. Show everyone she was the one he wanted. Give her the dates she deserved. “Let’s go out to the cinemas.”

“We don’t go to the movies,” she grumbled.

“We watch movies all the time.” They had watched a movie on her sofa last night.

“It’s not the same. We don’t leave my house. I’m not seen with you.”

“We left your house yesterday and went to a café. I was seen with you then.” He would be seen with her a lot more if he got what he wanted and he always did.

“Yeah, well, that was different than going to the cinemas together.”

“It was? Okay, then, how about we go for a drive to the vineyards, or I hear the Hunter Valley Gardens are nice this time of year.” 

“What? Why would you want to do any of that?” He blew out a frustrated breath. This wasn’t working how he hoped. “Maybe because I just made love to you and want to take you out somewhere nice. Maybe I want to spend more time with you. Just maybe I want to do something, anything else with you today than to stay at your house. Right goddamn now, I want to kiss that lip you’re nibbling on. Then I want to tear the sheet you are gripping away and bury myself deep in you over and over all day until we are so tired and blissed out that we can’t frigging move. But I want to be better with you. You make me better when I’m with you. I want you to know we aren’t just about sex. I want you. Just you.”

Her eyes grew wide, and the teeth that had been nibbling on her lip bit down so hard, he was surprised he didn’t see blood. “Um, uh, the Hunter Valley Gardens would be nice to see, but what you said about not being able to move from too much bliss sounds better.”

Groaning, he took her mouth, molding their lips together and told himself one day in bed wouldn’t hurt.

****

Gordon paid her
admission into Hunter Valley Gardens, and they walked hand in hand through the night gardens. It had been three days, and all they’d done was go to work or have wild and crazy sex. She had never felt happier. They hadn’t really talked about anything, and Dawn didn’t know if that scared her or if she was happy that nothing had been said so no expectations could be broken.

They must look like an odd couple. Him with his short blond hair, tanned brown skin, cream cargo shorts with a blue polo shirt. Her in a black dress with colorful Day of the Dead skulls, black gladiator sandals with matching toenail polish and fingernails, and bright red lipstick with her white complexion. Destiny told her not to worry what they looked like together, but she was practically giddy that Dawn listened to her about going for it with Gordon. Amber, her best friend, and work colleague was a bit more hesitant to jump on the Gordon wagon. Sure, she thought he was hot and had teased her, but Amber knew all about the annoying neighbor who turned into a friend and then a crush. So Amber also knew Gordon’s usual type, and Dawn knew she wasn’t it.

Closing her eyes, she fought the rising unease that surfaced whenever she thought about what she wasn’t to Gordon. He was going to leave her. He would get bored of her and figure out she was nothing like what he wanted and move on, breaking her heart into a million pieces.

Taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out, she opened her eyes and pasted a smile on her face. She told herself to enjoy Gordon while she could and to stop dwelling on what may or may not happen while focusing on what was happening now. She was going to have fun. She was going to be herself. She would make great memories with Gordon.

Letting go of Gordon’s hand, she went over to the Alice in Wonderland characters and sat at the Mad Hatter’s table. She got her phone out and passed it to Gordon. “Take a photo. I’ve never been here, and I like the theme. I think this one suits me.”