Covered Part Two by Mina Holt, Jaden Wilkes Read Free Book Online Page B

the reflection and reached up to trace the smile on my own lips, thrust his finger into my mouth as he took me from behind.
    I cried out and closed my eyes. “Open them, love,” he said and thrust into me vigorously, “I want to see your face when you come, I want to see your eyes.”
    I obeyed and couldn’t look away as he became more frantic with his need, thrusting against me, his finger in my mouth. I sucked hard and felt the urgency building inside of me. The jealousy I’d felt over Jenny’s betrayal, the anxiety I’d felt over all those woman desiring my boyfriend, it all washed over me and added to the overall experience.
    “Gavin,” I managed to gasp, opening my mouth in ecstasy, his finger left to trace my lip as we came together.
    “Yes, love,” he said into my ear, “come for me, Sarai.”
    I did. I clenched and shuddered against him, felt his grip tighten as he tensed and released himself.
    We stayed like that for a moment, satisfied, our lust receding slowly.
    I was breathing heavily, and a little choked up. I didn’t know what was happening; I felt my voice catch in my throat.
    When we were both calm, he lead me to the bedroom, taking my hand to steady me. I needed no words as he fell on me, mad with passion.
    We had sex several times, long enough that the passion gave way to tenderness, the fucking gave way to making love.
    I finally fell into a deep sleep in his arms. The contentment I felt knew no bounds, there was nothing in my vocabulary to describe how he made me feel.
    Safe, loved, desired, and more importantly, like I was necessary in his life.
    As he was necessary in mine.

Chapter Six
     
    Gavin and I managed to spend the entire indulgent morning in bed. I felt absolutely sinful, and beyond a call to Auntie G to let her know I was fine, and a text to work to confirm that I wasn’t coming in, I made no attempts to communicate with the outside world. The blog was being handled by Jenny; and even though she’d pissed me off…I had to be realistic, I wasn’t interested in reading a lot of books these days. Maybe I had become that girl, but who wanted to read about this kind of thing when you were living it?
    We both realized we’d have to surface at some point, but were reluctant to leave our happy little bubble. Our place. He had an early evening meeting with his agent, but beyond that we were okay to lounge.
    We’d managed to make some toast and tea at some point before noon, but had ended up back in the living room. He’d drawn a light blanket over us and we were curled up against each other on the sofa watching some old kung fu movie. He was propped on his back with me in his arms, my head resting on his chest.
    I was lazily stroking his skin, touching his body and marvelling that this gorgeous creature was mine when I suddenly focused on his tattoos. I sat up and looked at them as if for the first time.
    “What do these mean?” I asked, scanning my head for anything I’d read. He was notoriously mysterious about their symbology and I couldn’t think of anything about them that had been published. In all this time he’d never mentioned them at all.
    I traced a long, abstract pattern of symmetrical designs that curved around and around his forearm. The same arm that was wrapped around my midsection, the same arm I had clung to in orgasm.
    “Just some images I liked,” he replied and I dropped it. He didn’t seem as though he wanted to talk about them.
    Still, they were gorgeous, skillfully done and they fit on his body perfectly, enhancing his bulging muscles, not too garish or obvious. They were all in black, all abstract and symmetrical patterns that moved up his arm and down one side of him. Interspersed in the designs were some images, a Koi fish, a lion, and a dragon.
    “Okay,” I said, “I was just curious. Did they hurt?”
    “Not that much,” he replied, “I had them done over a few years, so it wasn’t too bad.”
    “It’s a little shocking though, right?”