Sugar on the Edge (Last Call #3)(70)

“You determine how important those words are and decide what to do from there. Love is about so much more than just words.”

“Okay,” Casey exclaims as she refills her wineglass. “This conversation is turning far too morose. I say we discuss something else… like… how is the sex, Savannah? I mean… look at Gavin. You just know that man knows his way around a woman’s body.”

All four of our heads swivel to Gavin and thankfully, he doesn’t notice.

“Am I right?” Casey asks and three heads turn to look back at her while she levels her gaze at me.

Leaning inward to whisper again, I say, “You don’t even know the half of it.”

“Tell me at least a quarter of it then,” Gabby says excitedly.

Grinning, I say, “Oh girls… the things he does with his hands and mouth alone are worth dying for.”

Alyssa rests her cheek in her hand and sighs. “Brody’s good with his mouth too. I love that. Don’t you love that?”

“Hunter too,” Gabby says. “It must be a Markham twin thing.”

We all giggle and sip at our wine.

“No fair,” Casey grumbles. “I haven’t gotten any good oral in ages.”

“That’s because you haven’t found the right guy, Casey. A guy that is really in to you is going to worship you with his mouth,” Alyssa points out.

“Yeah, but that implies a relationship,” Casey states firmly. “And as you old, monogamous women know, Casey Markham doesn’t do relationships.”

“Then you can forget the mind-blowing oral sex,” I tell her before popping a few grapes in my mouth.

“Well, let me live vicariously through you at least,” Casey says. “Tell me what he does with his mouth.”

It’s been all fun and games talking with innuendo, but I’m not about to share the intimate details of what Gavin does to me. That’s for me alone. But I do give her this. “Let’s just say my nickname for him is ‘Filthy’.”

Casey gasps. Alyssa sighs. Gabby says, “No way.”

“Yes, way,” I say with a grin, proud of myself that I shared something shocking with my home girls.

“Hey Filthy,” Casey calls out into the living room, and all four men turn around to look at her.

I slump down to the counter, my face flashing neon scarlet. Gabby and Alyssa giggle. A slow, sexy smile comes to Gavin’s face, and he starts to walk into the kitchen.

“What is it, love?” he asks as he looks at Casey with curiosity. His eyes flick to mine, and he takes in the droop to my shoulders and the pain of embarrassment on my face.

“I’m just wondering,” Casey says without preamble. “What exactly did you do to our sweet Savannah to make her give you your nickname?”

Gavin gives Casey a knowing smile and steps around the counter behind me. His arms slip around my waist, and he pulls me up straight from my hunched position. His face goes down and nuzzles at my neck for a moment, before looking back up to Casey.

“Now, Casey-love, I wouldn’t invite you into our bedroom, just as sure as you wouldn’t invite me into yours. But let me just say… my brand of filth compliments Savannah’s sweet very well. It’s a match made in heaven, I’m thinking.”

“Good one,” Casey says as she nods her head up and down.

Gabby and Alyssa sigh again.

Turning me in his arms, Gavin leans down, gives me a soft kiss, and then says, “Now, Sweet… stop telling the girls all of our sexy secrets or there will be no ropes for you tonight.”

He turns around to leave, and I’m left with three women staring at me with mouths agape.

“Did he say ropes?” Alyssa asks, astonished.

“That’s so hot,” Casey mutters.

“We’re so stopping at the store on the way home for some rope,” Alyssa says.

And we all bust out laughing.





Speaking of ropes, my legs are half asleep because of the soft, nylon rope stretched under the back of my knees and tied to the posts of the headboard behind me. Gavin had pulled them firmly before knotting them, causing my legs to spread wide and raise half my ass off the bed.

His face has been in between my legs for the last thirty minutes, and I’ve lost count of the major and minor orgasms I’ve had. He gently licks at me now, murmuring words against my wet flesh that I can’t understand, but I am beyond all reasoning or care of understanding.

“Enough,” I rasp out. I would push Gavin’s head away if my hands weren’t also tied to the headboard.

Lifting his head, Gavin’s eyes are dark and fevered as he looks at me. “You are so f*cking sexy like this. I don’t think I’m ever letting you out of this contraption.”

“My legs have fallen asleep,” I complain without much vigor.

“Then I guess I’ll just have to concentrate your feelings elsewhere, right?” he asks, before lowering his mouth back on me again.

I’m bound so thoroughly, my hips can’t even reflexively jerk against the insane pleasure he’s giving me right now. My body is completely helpless… I can’t move an inch, which only makes me focus on the sensations he’s creating all the more. My awareness of what he is doing is so heightened that it makes the pleasure sharply exquisite.