Resolution: G-String (Resolution Pact) Read online

  All this time that I thought Chloe had been ignoring me, I’d been sending them so some unknown place where they’d sat, unread.

  I couldn’t help myself, I laughed out loud. “Are you kidding me? All this over a couple mixed up numbers?”

  “That’s our family’s weird luck,” Peg laughed with me.

  “Do you have her address?”

  “She left Seattle. Her university dumped her because she was too much of a distraction,” Peg told me and I raged at the thought of Chloe going through this all alone.

  And then I felt ice in my veins at the thought of her hating me for not texting her.

  Oh god, she would have believed the shit they’d been publishing about her being a one night stand.

  “You have to let me go to her,” I said. “I’ve got to see her.”

  “Then call her,” she replied.

  “This needs to be done face to face,” I said, my heart speeding up in desperation. I was ready to grab Peg’s appointment book and run off with it like a thief.

  “You’re so old fashioned,” she replied and rolled her eyes. “Okay, fine. I’ll give it to you but this had better be real. I’ll make you suffer if you use me for her address and then treat her like your other women.”

  “She’s not like any other woman,” I said. “She’s not like anyone I’ve ever known.”

  “Who am I to stand in the way of true love?” Peg asked in a mocking tone. “But seriously, I hope this works out for you. I’ve never seen you like this.”

  “Thanks, sis,” I said and grabbed the paper with Chloe’s scribbled address.

  I had a woman who’s heart I had to win, so there was no time to waste.

  And this forward momentum kept me going until I ran smack dab into a wall.

  My assistant texted back that the private jet wasn’t available, Gail had lent it to another one of her clients.

  Or she was just being pissy because I wasn’t interested in jumping to her beck and call.

  Either way, I was without a plane and would be forced to fly commercial.

  I got on the phone immediately while my assistant worked double time to line up flights from Seattle to Chloe’s home town.

  It was no easy feat, but we finally pinned down the fastest route. It wasn’t the most efficient though, it had two lay overs and a long wait in Chicago.

  And I wouldn’t get to her until late Wednesday.

  I was sorely tempted to text the right number and let her know I was coming, but anything I sent would sound like a lie.

  Especially given the fact that Blythe’s people had leaked some fake story about us being in a secret relationship and her dumping me for my affairs.

  I was beyond my tolerance limit for bullshit and would have to take back control of my life.

  The trip was a disaster and I was fucking spoiled.

  At least that’s what Peg’s last text had said.

  Not that it was a disaster, that was my assessment, but she told me I was too used to private jets and special treatment because I was famous.

  And maybe I was, but god dammit, this was the first time that I wanted to be somewhere immediately and it was the first time I felt like there were barriers in place to prevent it from happening.

  I would have texted her back, but I left my god damned fucking phone on the plane when I’d gotten off in Chicago.

  It was almost unbelievable, the series of small disasters that had been keeping Chloe and I apart since our one night together.

  But it made me feel like she was more right for me than before. I felt it in my bones, the harder the universe tried to stand in between us, the more I wanted her.

  I was trapped in the Chicago airport due to weather.

  I would have given in and called Chloe at that point, I was desperate enough just to hear her voice, but you know…the phone thing.

  What it meant was that my frantic trip to declare my love to Chloe was put off by a day until the weather cleared, and it meant that I was about to go fucking insane with my need for her.

  I sat in the airport’s executive lounge, I had that at least, and penned a new song for her.

  It was one way I could keep my mind from running off the rails.

  I was finishing up the final set of lyrics when they finally announced boarding for my flight, the final leg of my journey to see her.

  I practically fucking ran to the plane, it was so undignified but damn. I didn’t care.

  From there, the flight was a blur.

  One flight attendant flirted with me outrageously but for once in my life, I wasn’t interested.

  She seemed to pout at one point and asked me where I was going.

  “I’m going to tell the love of my life that I can’t live without her,” I replied.

  “That doesn’t seem like any reason we couldn’t get together for a quickie,” she purred seductively.

  Sitting in executive class afforded us a little more privacy than elsewhere, but I wasn’t in the mood to put another mile high club notch in my belt.

  “There’s nothing you could say that would convince me to fuck you, sweetheart,” I glowered at her.

  “You don’t have to fuck me, but I could give you a blow job. I’d do anything for you, Gavin. I feel like I know you,” she replied with a smile.

  I shook my head and made a sound of disgust. “You know nothing about me, you think you know me but you only know what you want. You pick and choose the stories you read online and you focus on the photos and songs that feed your attraction to me, but you don’t care for me as a human being. There’s only one woman in the world who does that, who sees the real me.”

  “Oh, and who is this wonder woman?” she asked with a catty smirk.

  “Chloe Kingston. The only woman I’ll ever love.”

  “The Chloe? The one who broke up you and Blythe?”

  “Blythe and I weren’t together, that was the first day I met her. See how little you know about me?”

  “I thought Chloe was another one of your party girls,” the flight attendant said and it annoyed me that she was challenging me over details of my own life.

  I sighed in irritation and said, “Would I be going to tell her I loved her if she was a one night stand?”

  “I guess not.”

  “Okay, now that we have that established, how about another scotch?” I asked and rattled my glass of ice in her direction.

  That seemed to shut her up and she behaved herself the rest of the flight.

  We landed and I hoped my assistant had gotten updates so there would be a car waiting.

  I picked up my luggage and was walking through the airport when I heard a voice calling my name.

  Of course as soon as somebody called for me, half the airport turned to find out where I was.

  I guess my dark sunglasses and baseball cap pulled down low didn’t always work.

  I waited for the woman to catch up and was surprised to find the flight attendant who had wanted to suck me off.

  “I got your phone,” she said breathlessly as she ran up. “I tracked it down, you left it behind.”

  “I know, but that’s amazing. Thank you.”

  “There’s still time for me to put my number in there, you know,” she said with a flirty grin as she handed it back to me.

  “No thanks, sweetheart,” I replied.

  She laughed and said, “No hard feelings. But can I get a pic with you?”

  I obliged, but I turned down the fifty or so people who lined up for their own Gavin Pierce airport photos.

  I had Chloe to find.

  I couldn’t waste another god damned minute.

  There was no car waiting but I found an Uber immediately. We made small talk the entire way to her apartment building. I knew he knew who I was, but he was polite enough to not address it.

  I thanked him when we got there and jumped out, grabbed my stuff and got into her building thanks to the fact that I was famous, and knocked on her door.

  The
most amazing thing happened.

  I heard her playing my song inside, and my heart fucking knew this was perfect. We were meant to be together.

  I had a million things to tell her when I saw her, how horrible our dumb luck had been with the phone number, how I actually thought it was adorable that she’d been so nervous she messed it up, how I wasn’t with Blythe and had never been, and how I hadn’t felt like myself for a single fucking second since the moment I’d woken up and she’d been gone.

  But when she opened the door and I saw her beautiful face with her lips slightly parted, I could only do one thing.

  I kissed her.

  Chapter Eleven

  Chloe

  His lips felt so good on mine that I embarrassed myself by groaning within moments of him bending over me to kiss me.

  And then the embarrassment disappeared as his tongue crushed against mine and I was lost to the sensation of Gavin touching me, the taste of him, the scent of him.

  Just him.

  He was everything I’d remembered and tried to forget.

  And he was the reason I would never forget.

  It had been such a short time for us, but from the moment I’d looked up and seen him standing in front of me, I’d known he was the one.

  We were meant to be together from the first time our eyes had met.

  After several minutes of unabashed making out, I realized we were still in the hallway.

  We broke apart and I looked up at him. “We should go inside.”

  “I finally get to see the inner workings of your mind?” he chuckled.

  “Ah yes, my lack of design sense or taste,” I laughed. “Wait, is something different? You don’t have your cast!”

  “I had it taken off in LA.”

  “Yes, where your girlfriend broke up with you,” I said. My heart darkened slightly at the thought of the beautiful and famous Blythe being with Gavin when we’d been together.

  But something about the story didn’t ring true, and my heart struck back saying it wasn’t true. It couldn’t be true.

  “I didn’t even know her,” he said quickly. “It was a set-up, my agent thought it would help expose my music to a younger crowd. I have the texts if you’d like to read them.”

  “I believe you,” I said, and I did. I completely did.

  I shut the door behind us and before I could make any jokes or show him around my little two bedroom apartment, he pounced on me.

  His hands were all over me at once, seemingly everywhere as he pulled my clothes off my body and said my name like it was a pledge. A vow.

  “Chloe. My Chloe.”

  We kissed and I finally got to explore him like I’d been yearning to for days now, I got to run my hands across the broad chest and down his strong arms.

  I tugged his tee shirt out of his jeans and slid my hands up underneath, feeling his hot flesh against my own. I dragged it over his head and looked at the tattoos that spiraled around his arms and across his pecs. They were beautiful and only enhanced the sharp definition of his sculpted body.

  The ripples of his muscles under my touch triggered some feral instinct in me. I’d always been more of a brains over brawn type when it came to choosing men, but Gavin was different.

  He was both, he was everything, he was mine.

  My man.

  I moaned again as his mouth covered mine and my breath seemed to escape my body, leaving me feeling faint and weak with desire.

  “I need you,” he rasped against my lips. “I fucking need you so bad, Chloe. Fuck.”

  He sounded pained, he sounded how I felt. As if being apart for even a moment longer was going to cause physical pain.

  As if our bodies couldn’t survive without each other.

  “Come on,” I whispered and led him to my bedroom.

  I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had sex in this bed, I’d been luckier when I’d lived in the Mi Alpha Alpha house, not that it mattered.

  Being with Gavin would erase every single man who had ever kissed me, every one who had ever touched me.

  I would never belong to anyone else again.

  I was his, my body was his.

  My heart and soul were his.

  “Let me taste you,” he growled and we began to strip each other, our clothing peeling away like layers of our past sins being cleansed from our bodies.

  He was quick, he kissed me again, then moved his hot mouth across my collar bone and down to my breast.

  I gasped and ran my fingers in his hair as he sucked my nipple. I felt heat rise in the core of my body with each movement of his mouth.

  “Oh Gavin,” I groaned. “Oh god, it feels so good…”

  He didn’t stop, he startled me by dropping to his knees before me. He kissed my quivering abdomen and put his hands on my thighs.

  He shoved them apart and moved his mouth there, he kissed me there.

  His tongue darted against me, against my cleft.

  And he found my clit, oh god, he found my clit and I thought I was going to explode the moment he hit it.

  “Fuck, oh my god…”

  He continued to lap at my sopping we pussy and kissed me there like he’s kissed my mouth, hungrily and demanding.

  The tension of the last few days was slowly easing out of my body, it was leaving with each and every little pass of his tongue.

  I couldn’t hold on for long though, I couldn’t hold it back.

  All my fears and sadness seemed to want to leave my body all at once, and they did, they exploded out with a force I’d never felt before.

  My orgasm was so strong I thought I might fall down, my knees trembled and my head felt light, as if it wasn’t attached to my body.

  I loved the way Jacob made me feel, I loved what he was doing to my body.

  And…I loved him.

  I cried out again and again as he continued to suck my clit and eat my pussy until I could no longer handle it.

  “Gavin,” I called his name. “I need you inside of me…I need to feel you.”

  At my demand, he finally pulled his mouth away from me and he looked up with fire in his gorgeous tiger eyes.

  “You don’t have to tell me twice,” he said with a look of lustful need.

  He stood up, towered over me and took me into his arms.

  I couldn’t help but notice he was still wearing his jeans, and I wanted them off desperately.

  I tugged at the button and he grinned.

  “You are eager, aren’t you?”

  “I’ve never felt like this,” I said. “This is crazy, I know…but this is different, isn’t it?”

  “It is, babe. It’s totally different…there’s nothing like it,” he replied and my heart soared at his words. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you, I want you to know that. You were in my blood from the moment I met you. I loved you from the beginning. I love you.”

  “I love you too,” I replied. “I felt it from the time I met you too, but I didn’t want you to think it was me just being a silly fan girl.”

  Words escaped us and he kissed me again, this time with more love and desire than desperation.

  We knew we had each other, we loved each other. There was no need for us to be desperate…we had our entire lives now.

  He helped me pull off his jeans and I gaped at the huge bulge in his boxer briefs.

  I understood where his hunger had come from, I felt it now myself.

  I wanted him with such a deep, aching need that I couldn’t put it in words, I had to express it with my body.

  We stripped his underwear off at last and we were both completely naked.

  I gasped at the size of him, his cock was massive and I didn’t know how well I’d be able to suck it. Not only was it long and beautiful, but it had girth that excited me and made me crave it inside of me.

  I wanted to feel him slammed deep in my pussy more than anything else in the world.

  “Please…fuck me…” I begged.

  He lifted me and set me on my b
ed. “I’m going to fuck you, Chloe,” he said in a thick, deep, lust filled voice. “And then I’m going to make love to you.”

  I fell backwards onto the bed and spread my thighs for him, opening myself to him.

  He climbed between them and locked his eyes on mine as he hovered over me, staring down.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he rasped. “So fucking beautiful…and you’re all mine, my love. Mine forever.”

  “Gavin,” I exhaled and lifted my feet, wrapped them around his hips and drew him towards me. “I love you.”

  He paused as the head of his cock reached my hot, dripping entrance. He pushed inside just a fraction of an inch and said, “I love you too, Chloe.”

  And he slid his length inside of me.

  He filled me completely and perfectly, as if his body had been built just for mine.

  I couldn’t think. I couldn’t form words. Everything in the world melted away except for the feel of Gavin inside of me, thrusting in and out, completing me at last.

  I moaned and sighed, cried out and dug my fingers into his back as I tightened my legs around his hips.

  He was so gorgeous, so absolutely, utterly gorgeous.

  His tiger eyes glowed with an almost feral light as he pounded into me, sending me to a place of bliss I’d never been before.

  Gavin made the most insanely delicious little growling noises of pleasure as he fucked me hard. It was made even hotter by the intense look of concentration on his face, like I was the center of his world too. The only thing that existed for him.

  This connection drew us closer together, so when he slowed, and rolled a little to the left, I knew what he wanted.

  He flipped into his back without leaving my body, and I began to ride his massive cock like I was a porn star or something.

  The truth was, I’d never even done that position before.

  But it felt good. It felt so damned good.

  “Your cunt is perfection,” he said, looking up at me.

  Normally, that word might have given a prude like me a little difficulties, but with Gavin…fuck it. Everything felt right. There were no limits with my man.

  “It loves your cock,” I replied and ground my hips against him, thrilling at the power of it. The ability I had to make him groan and thrust up against me.