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  The fire they just started was doused like a candle in a desert storm.

  “I’m sleeping in the ballroom. You can find somewhere.” Avery’s ass sashayed as she sauntered back to her cot.

  He started to ask if the damn room wasn’t big enough for the two of them but didn’t feel like any further arguments. The place was almost big enough for a football field, so he stalked toward the fireplace, which was off center and on the complete opposite side of the room as Avery.

  ~~~

  Much later during the night, Avery huffed as she lay there staring at the timeless mural that she anticipated leaving as is because she was afraid it would be stripped of some of its grandness if she tried repairing it where the image was tarnished.

  Donavan lay closer to the unlit fireplace. The damn thing was intricately carved, tall and wide, at least fifteen feet in length, but he looked like a big, burly bear laying there. She doubted he was sleep. He always sprawled out more. When she turned sixteen, she almost begged her father for a larger bed, but couldn’t explain why she’d need it.

  With her hands clasped in front of her, her thumbs circled each other. She squeezed at the walls of her valley, begging them to cool off. Her pussy was spasmodic. Then her fidgety fingers had a mind of their own. They found their way into her panties. Avery glanced over again. He’d completely tossed the blanket. Thank goodness she’d given him an extra one. But his thermal stuck to raw muscles. The sweats he wore also clung to a certain stiff member. Damn, she wished she could hear. Just a sound, to know if he was snoring. Hell, to cherish the sound of knowing how exactly he snored, loud, soft, with emphasis?

  He had to be asleep now. At least, that’s how delirious her desire was to get herself off. The ache between her thighs refused to be satiated without stroking. Her fingers worked along her coils, and she lifted her hips to gain leverage, moaning as her fingers were coated with the sweet, tasty wetness. She glanced over. His face was turned toward her.

  She quickly moved her hands. Heart skyrocketing through the roof, Avery peered through the darkness to see that his eyes were closed. He’s asleep, she told herself. He has to be asleep.

  Tonight, her nether regions were crying for action. Her kitty refused to shrivel up and die! That the horny feeling clung to her body, tormenting and threatening to burn her skin. Avery reached back into her panties and worked at her tiny pearl. Toying and flicking and recalling how she’d taught him what was good. What was better. Avery could almost feel Donavan’s tongue gliding across her second set of lips, soothing the ache of them after he’d beat her pussy so hard with his tongue that she came in his mouth.

  There was nothing like a man who aimed to please, who did what he was told. And the desire in his eyes after she’d cum. Donavan was such a confident bastard, pleasing her made him feel like a king. His devotion to loving her body made Avery breathless, with her fingers diving deep—as deep as they could go—Avery worked her hips, thrusting them down on her fingers. She glanced over. She needed the incentive of looking at his sexy, huge muscular frame to help get her off. Her fingers were nothing to feel of his cock. But as she searched, her eyes couldn’t find him. He was a burly, bear of a man! He couldn’t very well have disappeared.

  He. Was. Gone.

  CHAPTER 23

  Donavan

  He had pretended to be sleep. Once he heard her snore, then he reckoned he could get closer to Avery. He needed to be closer. Her moaning was enough to drive him mad. Shit, it didn’t take much to become aware that Avery Castle was fucking herself. And she was doing a damn good job of it too. Those curvy hips of hers were working like she was riding a cock. His fucking cock was seeping with each grunt she made while getting herself off.

  Donavan determined that the cruel, cruel world where Avery making herself cum without his help was a world he couldn’t live in. He had to rectify the situation and add himself to the equation.

  As silent as he would be while moving through a war zone, Donavan had stood up. He compared this situation to war because he’d be damned if he wasn’t getting ass tonight. This was the highest insult He’d break her off, and she’d be screaming her desire and stamping pussy juice on his cock by dawn.

  Now, he stood at the thick satin drapes. He’d sneezed, and she hadn’t noticed. Good thing because with her going at it, he was moments from pulling out his own cock to beat at it too.

  Shit, he was found out.

  Avery had stopped working her pussy. She glanced around frantically. In the dark, her eyes widened when she noticed him, so very close. He gave a salute.

  She stammered, “Wh-what are you doing?”

  He came from the shadows. “Waiting for you to finish fucking yourself. You good and ready for me now?”

  She scoffed. “I’m not screwing you.”

  He sauntered over, signing. “We had to break that gorgeous little cunt in, remember? You’d put a finger in. Open you up some. I’d put a finger in. Widen you out for me.”

  She gulped. Just his words made her nipples hard. They grated against her cotton camisole. It irritated them, and they preferred a softer caress. Avery sat up, snapped her legs shut and pulled up her sleeping bag.

  So, it was going to be like that. A game of cat and mouse it would be then. Donavan gripped the end of the sleeping bag and flicked his wrist until she was exposed to him. Damn. The ugly little shirt of hers didn’t look so bad when it was shoved up around her hips.

  “Can I?” He asked for her hand.

  “What?” She held it out in confusion.

  He sniffled like an animal at her fingers before giving her trembling little fingers a good lick. “Keep fucking you for me, Little Bird.”

  “No.”

  “You used to be good at being bad.” He crouched down. “I was in your room one night. Your legs were wide open. No panties. You placed your fingers on your pussy lips and widened them for me—just as your dad knocked on the door. I distinctively recall you were a virgin too. You were begging me to pop that cherry for you.”

  “We aren’t dumbass kids anymore, Donavan,” she murmured.

  “He was knocking. You were flicking your clit. You did that just now, right?”

  “Donavan!”

  “Like you were playing the fucking cello with your pussy.” He knew she liked him like this, lips so plush and beautiful, saying the word ‘pussy.’ He knew her gaze couldn’t fall away. She was mesmerized by him. Knowing she loved it, he used more dirty words. “You had that cunt wide open—I reckon it wasn’t wide open, it was so tiny and pretty, like a little pearl. You flicked softly.” He paused.

  She was in a trance, staring at his lips, licking her mouth, waiting for more.

  “Avery, you moaned, my little bird, you moaned. And I mean, you moaned in this beautiful way that you only do while working that clit. That was the first time with your dad right there at the bedroom door, trying to get you to come to dinner.”

  He rubbed a hand over his face, and covered his lips, knowing that Avery would almost lose it when his mouth disappeared briefly. He was playing a game. He knew he was so far deep into her brain that her pussy was quaking with each second it took for her to wait for him to say—another—nasty word about her.

  “Hmmm, AC, I think it took me about ten times, me licking and sucking on that little tiny clit to get you to give that same little moan.”

  He watched as Avery gulped down a mouth full of saliva. It was that, or she’d openly salivate like an animal ready for scraps. That small action apparently gave her the ability to think. She mumbled, “G-g-good—night, Donavan.”

  His lips curved into a devilish smile. “You just offered that moan, Avery. All by yourself again. And guess what, sweetheart, I want to hear it over and over.”

  She blinked, once again speechless.

  Donavan’s gaze darkened. He gestured, and the threat behind it had her hand flying back down between her legs.

  “That’s right, baby. I won’t touch you.” He said, “I’ll make you
beg me to fuck you after all the waiting I’ve done tonight. Remember, while daddy was at the door saying dinner is ready and you’re making music with your pussy, I’m whacking my cock.”

  She thrust two fingers into her core and whimpered, waiting for Donavan to masturbate too. Donavan took the deepest breath a person could ever take at the sight of her sex. He placed his hand in his pants, stroking the ache that wouldn’t be satiated until he fucked her. The longing in her eyes told him she was waiting for him to pull his dick out.

  Well, she had a lesson to learn.

  Like a rainbow, Avery’s legs parted ways. The hood of her valley puckered, ready for caressing. Her walls were moist rose petals. Donavan caught her rhythm screwing his cock as she flicked at her little bulb.

  Eyes closed and submerged in the moment, Avery started gyrating until her kitty rubbed down onto the blanket offering added relief.

  Donavan stopped and stared at the wonder he owned.

  “You’re beautiful.” He said the instant her eyes connected with him again.

  “Thank you,” she replied delicately.

  He pulled the thermal over his head and took his sweats off, slamming one heel down on the waistband then the next as he continued to eye fuck her.

  She drunk her fill of his body as well. There was nowhere on his body that was not ripped. The gorgeous tattoos complemented the perfect physique. Just the sight of him sent her first orgasm torpedoing through her body. Those luscious curvy legs of hers jolted as fire burned through her soul. A butterfly of a moan broke from her lips and grew as the orgasm continued to roll through her.

  He got down on the ground. On his knees, which were positioned around her cot, his hands skimmed the scratch that dragged up the curvy contour of her hip. The look in his eyes was just as nurturing as it had been when they were in the bathroom earlier cleansing her wounds. He pushed himself between her legs. Her lips were so wet that Donavan only had to lap his tongue up to savor the taste of her. He licked away the cream glittering across her clit and over the walls of her pussy.

  “Mmmmm…” Avery gave the moan he so desired. The one that made her heart implode in her chest and her body shake from head to toe. It was like being a fiend the moment she was injected with her desired drug. He licked her up like a rabid animal. Then Donavan came back up, his knees around her waist and sat back on his haunches.

  “You are so beautiful.” His fingers skimmed at the tarnished skin, soothing and burning her body further with desire. Donavan was kissing her mouth as he climbed on top of her. The muscles in his ass flexed as he slammed into Avery.

  “Shittttt,” she purred through tensed lips. He had hardly started stroking at it, and a mini orgasm like an earthquake aftershock had her blinded with desire.

  He gripped the tip of the cot. The damn thing helped him slide in and out of her pussy with each jerk.

  “Donnie . . . Donavan,” she grunted holding onto another gush. “I love you . . .” She clutched him. Avery’s fingers bit into the hard flesh of his shoulders. He slammed in and out of her with a driving force until her screaming became hoarse and their slick bodies molded together. When that happened, Donavan kissed her neck and took it slow.

  “I want you to have my baby,” he groaned against her salted, dewy shoulder. He wasn’t thinking all the way in lust. He had to listen to her body as he slowed down to stroke the right spot. But something in him wanted to fuck her, get her pregnant, do all the wrong moves right this time.

  Each glide into her wetness soaked his swollen, thick, long cock. He slowed down until she begged him to speed up.

  “Donavan . . . please . . . baby . . . please fuck me.” She groaned against his jaw

  As he continued to dive in and out, allowing his dick a chance to reconcile with the best pussy he ever had, Avery’s teeth clamped into his neck—sucking and licking and biting. She chomped down on his neck, but his pace stayed slow, driving her mad until Donavan felt Avery tense.

  His cum soared into her valley, mixing with her own nonending orgasm. With a deep breath, Donavan started to climb off her.

  “Stay.” Her voice sounded as if she was being crushed.

  “I’ll never leave.” He murmured the promise into her forehead. His lips rose into a smile, reminiscing about how they’d hold each other tight after sex.

  CHAPTER 24

  Avery

  Nothing could turn the smile that was plastered on her face as Donavan gave her body a little squeeze. It was his way of saying good morning when she was too comfortable to open her eyes.

  “How long,” she stopped talking. Damn, I must sound awful, like a toad. She tried again, hoping that there was a lace of seduction in her tone. “How long have you been up?”

  Avery turned just as his cock was beginning to swell against her ass. She glanced up at him and delighted in the taste of his mouth. The taste of her sweets was still on his lips.

  Last night almost didn’t end and had carried on well into the early morning. She glanced around and determined it was mid-day. It had to be. The sun had sent a golden light throughout the ballroom. The warmth of the light on her skin felt good too as if they were swimming in a tropical ocean in the summertime.

  He signed, “Up. A while. I’ve been thinking.”

  “About what?”

  “The first time I was really, truly interested in something.”

  She smiled and nudged him to continue.

  “Nah, I’ve always said you could turn me into a punk. And I hate proving you right.”

  She scoffed. “The great Donavan Hardy. Badass as you were—are. I highly doubt that. Tell me.”

  His lips cocked to the side in a way that made her sigh. Every moment, Donavan did some sort of gesture that reminded her of how simply beautiful he was and watching him now made her fall in love with him all over again.

  “Alright,” he caved. “You were in the fourth grade. We’d sat in the yard during recess, and all I wanted to do was be—”

  “My bulldog?” she asked in a snarky tone.

  Donavan squeezed her in his arms. She could have sworn she heard him growl. Avery chuckled and then turned on her side to give him her attention again.

  “After Bobby,” he mentioned the boy that he’d punched on their first encounter. “But, I had to make sure nobody else bullied you.”

  “Oh, yeah. Because you were perfect at that. Just kidding. Keep going, Donnie.”

  “There was a bird, a cardinal, and you wanted to know what it sounded like. I think that was the moment the light went off in my head—how much I needed to help you hear things—fuck that doesn’t make sense. Now, I sound like a pussy.”

  “It makes sense.” She placed her hands over her face as embarrassment burned her skin. Groaning, she said, “You taught me the art of sound. I was literally telling Antonio the other day that there’d be no LaChelle without you. No matter how much my mother harped about how refined deaf pianists were. I had been playing the piano since I was three, and I simply hated it because I had no idea what the keys sounded like. I was too young, spending too many hours practicing and perfecting a craft that I wasn’t motivated about one way or the other. Then you made me love sound. That doesn’t make you a punk. It makes you my hero.”

  He chuckled. “Damn, I like the way you put that. But just now, I saw myself as this little punk, running around like a fool. Telling you how wind sounded. You don’t know how eager I was the next day when I brought the seashell. Kids that age were happy as fuck about a new baseball glove or a trip to the state fair. I was contemplating the next day’s sound and seeing you.”

  She pouted and kissed him on the lips.

  ~~~

  Over the next few days, Donavan and Avery cleared out the downstairs portion of the house—antique furniture and the heaviest, thickest draperies around the home until it was bare.

  Then they were in the southwest rear of the Baudelaire mansion. A place that couldn’t be specified as a backyard, because it extended out until almost
forever.

  “So, what were your plans for the place?” he asked, while she whacked at a priceless rug with a broom.

  “I told you. Clean the place. One room at a time.”

  He laughed. She placed her hands on her hips and gave him all her attention. “Excuse me?”

  “AC, you’ll be working on this place forever. What’s your average quote for renovations?”

  She dropped a price that could easily purchase a brand new eight-bedroom home in a prime location on the beach.

  He whistled. “I have 200K saved up. That’s a start. Gotta start somewhere.”

  “Back it up a second, Donavan. I don’t recall asking you.” She returned to her whacking.

  Donavan stepped closer and went off in a fit of sneezes. Avery gave a sly smile. He folded his arms, moving back to a safer distance and waited.

  “See.” He said, grabbing the broom as she finished her current assignment. “I can be patient and polite. Now can we talk?”

  “This is my project, Donavan.” She frowned as he caught her neck in his grasp, caressing her throat with his thumb. It felt good and was a means to tempt and persuade. She licked her lips apprehensively which prompted him to steal another taste of her mouth.

  Donavan had left her no less than breathless. But unlike usual, she recovered after a few moments. Avery kept her eyes on him as she asked, “Donnie, what if you leave? Why start something so time-consuming?”

  There was a flash of hurt in his gaze, but the disappointment in her own held steady. He continued to stroke her neck with his thumb while holding her in a position that kept her attention on him. “Donavan, I thought you’d always stay. I thought—”

  “Unless I’m dead, Avery, you’ve got me. You are my world and these past years without you, I’ve been on autopilot.”

  Tears stung and assaulted her eyes.

  “Little bird,” he murmured, “without you, I’m a dead man.”

  Just him mentioning being dead felt like a demon had clutched at her heart. And then all the conspiracies she had from the past came rushing back.