Gavin's Greed (Sinful 3)

She was fine; today would be a good day for them and hopefully it would have a super-happy ending. If he played his cards just right, he could have Lin when they returned home and quite possibly he could have one of his other women later when he would make an excuse to run out for a bit—blowjobs on the fly were a serious turn-on for him—especially after having sex with someone else.

His big fantasy was to have more than one of his women—an orgy. Naked flesh, mounds to squeeze, slap, kiss, nibble. Two of his women were oral experts and now that he’d thought of them and the specialized pleasures they could bring him, he couldn’t stop thinking about them. His groin throbbed as he drove with one hand resting high on Linda’s firm thigh, squeezing, kneading the flesh there.

“You know, I might not make it through a long lunch without having you. I might not even make it to the state line, let alone the restaurant.” He pulled her hand to his crotch and was pleased when she gasped at the throbbing bulge there. “See what you do to me, baby? What do you say we pull over and hike a little ways into the woods? There’s nobody around to worry about and I could sure as hell use the relief.” He thrust upward against her hand.

Giggling nervously, Linda gave him a little squeeze. “I don’t think that’s a very good idea, Gavin. I mean, really, haven’t we outgrown those teenage hormone rushes yet?”

“I hope not!” He laughed heartily but she didn’t join in. Looking to her, he saw that she was genuinely worried about outdoor sex for the first time he could remember. “Really? You’re worried?”

Nodding and nibbling at her thumb nail, Linda flushed red.

“Look around; there’s no one for miles out here, Lin.” He reached down and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. “Look; I really need you, Lin. This is hard and throbbing and it wants your touch. Scoot on over here and give it.” The open summer air blowing in through the windows was marvelous against his raging boner. He might start stroking it if she didn’t. He thrust his hips upward and tightened his muscles there, making his cock pulsate. Reaching for her hand again, Gavin smiled when she used her other hand to un-do the seatbelt so she could slide closer to him.

Moaning, he took his foot off the gas pedal as her hand gripped his shaft firmly. As if pure instinctual need took over, Linda began stroking and it was very obvious that she was becoming aroused, too.

Putting his hand in her hair, Gavin pulled her head toward his crotch. She balked, but didn’t fight his persuasion and soon, he was fulfilling another fantasy with her mouth as he drove the winding back road to the state line at the top of the mountain.

Soon, he had no choice but to pull off the side of the road. The pull-over spot was far off the edge of the paved road. Cutting the engine, he held her head where it was for a moment as he tensed in her mouth and worked his hips up and down. Finally, right before he came, she struggled up and away from him.

Shaking her head, she said, “Not in my mouth, Gavin. You know that.”

“It just felt so damn good, baby.” He glanced around. Spotting a small trail, he pointed to it. “How about letting me have my wicked way with you over there, then?”

She seemed to deliberate the option for a mere three seconds before she was moving out her door. Gavin didn’t bother zipping up, he jumped out of the car and strode toward the little trail with his cock in the wind.

Linda giggled at the sight. “Wow, some things never change, do they?” She hurried up the small hill, undoing her pants as she went.

“Nope.”

Afterward, they made their way back to the car slowly; sated by the good sex and relaxed after the excitement of the outdoor episode.

Lunch was leisurely and taken in a small mom-n-pop truck stop diner where the booths were clean and the food was surely unhealthy because it tasted wonderful. Gavin suspected it might have something to do with the connection he and Linda had made in the woods. He hoped so.

Waiting for coffee and dessert, Gavin watched in sudden fury as one of his women, Tara, walked into the diner’s dim interior, with a big guy whose hand rested on her waist. He smacked Tara’s ass as she moved in front of him to a booth and Gavin saw red.

How dare she? She knew he would never stand for her cheating. Why would she be with someone else? Why would she lie to Gavin about it?

“Gavin? Are you all right, baby?” It was Linda. She looked worried.

Drawing his attention back, he nodded and looked down at the table, gathering the strength for a proper reaction to the situation.

Tara hadn’t spotted him, so he had the advantage for a moment. He had a choice: he could finish coffee and dessert and leave peacefully, or he could turn that guy inside out and prove to Tara that she belonged only to him.

Chapter 7

(Linda)

A youngish fair-haired woman entered the diner and Gavin became edgy. Linda eyed the couple as they were seated in a booth in plain view. Who were they? Why did Gavin become so nervous and agitated when they entered? Should she question him about it?

Linda finished her dessert deliberately slow, giving Gavin plenty of time to mention the couple across the room. They had not once looked toward her and Gavin’s table. Linda, however, had scrutinized the woman until she was sure every feature was memorized; burned into her brain forever.

The woman was younger and prettier and thinner than Linda and the more she sat there looking at her, the angrier she became with Gavin. In her mind, Linda formed the conclusion that he was surely having an affair with this other woman. That would explain his reaction to seeing her and the way he was acting—he seemed angry when the woman giggled at something the large man said or did. She was quite the flirty little thing and built the way Linda had always dreamed of being built. She could definitely see Gavin being sexually attracted to a woman like the golden-haired little fox across the room, but thinking that he had actually acted upon the attraction infuriated her.

Finally, able to stand the tension anymore, Linda set her coffee cup down noisily on the table, sloshing a bit over the rim and paying no attention to it. “Gavin.” Her voice was sharp and louder than she’d expected.

Gavin’s attention snapped to her. “What?” His voice was sharp and loud, also.

“Care to enlighten me about what the hell this is all about?” Linda pointed to the couple and shrugged at him. “Is this like the call from jail? Is this something that’s simply none of my business?”