The Bromance Book Club (Bromance Book Club, #1)(69)

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Irena and Benedict were getting. It. On.

Gavin decided to catch up on some reading after putting the girls to bed, but holy shit. He had no idea a major sex scene was coming up. And not just any sex scene. This was fucking filthy. Did people actually do that shit back then?

Of course, we did, Lord Jelly Finger responded. Do you really think white, Western civilization invented cunnilingus in the twentieth century?

Whatever. All Gavin knew was that it finally happened.

He got a goddamned Book Boner.

He shifted uncomfortably on the couch and reread the scene. Benedict had his face up her skirts. Irena was panting. Moaning. Benedict worked two fingers inside her. In and out. In time with his tongue.

Sweet Jesus . . . he was definitely going to do that to Thea if he ever got the chance, and damn. The instant he replaced the image of Irena with the image of Thea, it was too much.

“Listen to me, my love,” Benedict whispered in her ear. “When we’re together like this, you are in charge. When we are together like this, I surrender to your pleasure alone.”

Gavin gave in and rubbed his hand down the front of his throbbing—

The front door suddenly flew open. Gavin jumped like a teenage boy caught looking at porn on his laptop. The book tumbled in the air, and he managed to grab it and shove it behind the couch cushion just before Thea rushed in.

“Hi,” he squeaked. “Whoa, what the . . .”

Thea whipped off her T-shirt, straddled his lap, and kissed him like there was buried treasure in his throat. He held on and enjoyed the attack until he almost suffocated. “Honey,” he panted, pulling back. “Not that I am in any w-w-way opposed to this, but w-w-what’s happening?”

Thea stood up. “Lie on your back.”

Gavin fell flat on the couch, his legs hanging at an angle toward the floor. Thea stood before him and undid her bra. His eyes followed as she flung it across the room before he brought his gaze back to her breasts. But he was quickly distracted by the sight of her paint-spattered fingers on her button, then lowering her zipper. He forgot to breathe as she slipped pants and underwear down her hips. At the sight of her nakedness, he moaned and prayed to whatever gods were listening that this wasn’t a dream or some kind of Book Boner psychosis. It could be a thing. He’d have to ask the guys.

But this was no dream. Thea, naked now, bent forward and yanked at the button of his jeans. He stopped her. “Wh-what are we doing, Thea?”

“I thought it was obvious.”

“I need you to say the w-words.”

“What words?” She licked a rim around his belly button. His hips bucked instinctively.

“Tell me you want this,” he somehow managed to say. “Tell me you’re ready for this.”

Thea reached inside his jeans and wrapped her fingers around his cock. “I’m ready, Gavin.”

His voice nearly broke. “Thank God.”

He’d never undressed so fast in his life. Thea once again pushed his chest and told him to lie down. He did, reaching for her at the same time.

Thea straddled his lap and slid back and forth until he thought he’d lose his mind with need. Finally, sweet God, finally, she lifted her torso, reached between them, and guided him to her slick entrance. And then, inch by aching inch, she sank down on him.

Ah, fuck. Fuck. Gavin’s head rolled back against the cushion. Their groans mingled and blended as he stretched her, filled her. He looked up at her to find her head tipped back, eyes closed.

“Look at me,” he said.

She opened her eyes and gazed down at him.

“You are in charge,” he said. Sweet heaven, he had no idea he’d be able to use those words so soon after reading them. “When we are together like this, I-I’m surrendered, I surrender to your pleasure.”

Her eyes blinked rapidly. “What?”

“All you have to do is tell me where to touch you. How to touch you.”

Thea guided his hand to their joined bodies. “I need . . .”

“What? Tell me what you need.”

“I need you to touch me here when you’re inside me.”

Gavin pressed the pad of his thumb against her swollen clit. He could do this. He’d learned a few things in the past few minutes from Lord Licks-A-Lot. “Like this?”

Thea nodded, panting too hard to speak. She gripped his shoulders, fingers digging into him to the point of pain. She rocked her hips, rode him. He circled her with his thumb while his other hand dug into her hip.

She moved faster. He thrust up into her. She whimpered and moaned.

Holy shit. Was this really going to happen?

“Gavin,” she panted. “God, yes . . .”

“That’s it, baby. Come on.”

“Oh my God . . .”

“That’s right, Thea. You can do this.”

She tossed her head back and grabbed her own breasts, and holy shit, he was going to ruin this if he didn’t slow his own desire.

“You can do it, baby—”

She smacked a hand over his mouth. “Will you stop cheering me on like we’re at batting practice?”

“Sorry,” he mumbled. Her hand slipped to his shoulder again. “Sorry, baby. I just want to encourage you. God, you’re so fucking hot.”