Good thing she knew he was joking.
It was also a good thing he wouldn’t be at the bachelorette party. She intended to have a very good time.
***
Gavin reentered the living room, where all the guys were gathered around the television watching the game. Mick’s team was playing Denver today in San Francisco. Cole would be playing the Monday night game, so he actually got to be at the house for Sunday dinner.
“Mick’s arm looks strong,” Jimmy said to Ty as Gavin took his seat on one of the chairs.
“It does,” Ty said as they settled in to watch Mick take the offense after Denver scored a field goal.
There was a round of hysterical laugher coming from the kitchen.
“I can’t believe you waded in there,” Ty said. “What’s going on?”
“Wedding stuff. Something about the dresses and the bachelorette party.”
“Oh. Jenna’s kind of excited.”
Gavin took a long pull of his beer. “Yeah, I can tell. I hate to break it to you, but I think she’s more excited about the bachelorette party.”
Ty laughed. “I’m not surprised. There’s a lot of stress with the wedding. She needs to get away and unwind.”
“So you’re not worried about her finding some hot male stripper and running off with him?”
Ty shot him a look. “Uh . . . no. After all, she has me to come home to.”
Gavin snorted, then directed his attention back to the game. After a while, the women came in to watch. Gavin made room on the oversize chair for Liz, who draped her legs over his.
At halftime, the Sabers were still ahead, and Gavin headed outside with the rest of the guys. It was a decent day, so they all shot some baskets, then grabbed more beer and lounged near the fire pit.
“We’re set for the weekend,” Ty said. “We have the trip to Vegas lined up.”
“Cards and booze,” Gavin said. “I’m ready.”
Garrett grinned. “I’m giving Alicia a hard time and telling her we’re club hopping at strip joints.”
Cole shook his head. “Bet she’s loving you for that.”
“She didn’t seem fazed by it. All she said was to remember she’d be doing the same thing.”
Cole laughed. “Got you on that one, didn’t she?”
“Hey, just remember, whatever my fiancée is doing will be the same thing your fiancée will be doing.”
“Huh,” Cole said, frowning. “Good point. Not sure I like the idea of hot, sweaty men rubbing all over my woman.”
“I don’t think there’ll be any strippers,” Gavin said. “That just doesn’t seem like something Jenna would be interested in. But I’ll check with Liz and see if I can find out what’s actually going on.”
“You really think Liz is going to tell you anything?”
Gavin nodded at Ty. “She will. With the right amount of persuasion.”
They went inside and watched the rest of the game, which the Sabers won, fortunately. That made for a hot discussion about football at the dinner table. Of course coming off the recent loss to Mick, Cole nitpicked all of Mick’s deficiencies, which meant Gavin’s dad had to argue and defend Mick. Gavin just sat back silently and ate his lasagna, because there was no way he was going to defend his brother. Mick could defend himself just fine next time he and Cole met up.
“Gavin, could you help me upstairs for a minute?” Liz asked after the plates were cleared and everyone sat in the living room watching a movie.
“Sure.” He got up and followed her upstairs.
She pulled him into his old bedroom, then shut and locked the door. When she pushed him onto one of the overstuffed chairs, he cocked a brow.
“Seriously?”
She unzipped her jeans and shimmied out of them, then removed her panties and climbed into the chair with him, straddling his lap. “You didn’t think I’d forget about this, did you?”
He grasped her hips, his c**k twitching to life as she rubbed against him. “I knew you wouldn’t. When you get an idea into your head, it doesn’t go away.”
“No, it doesn’t. You’re not going to complain about it, are you?”
“Hell, no.” He lifted her only long enough to free his cock, which had gone fully hard. “How much foreplay do you want?”
“None. I’ve been thinking about this all afternoon.”
Sucking in a deep breath, he fit his c**k to the entrance of her pu**y and thrust into her, soaking in the sounds she made as she slid onto his dick.
Oh, yeah. He gripped her hips and began to lift her on and off of him, watching the way their bodies moved together. Being able to see her like this made him even harder.
“Faster,” she said, holding tight to his arms as she leaned back, giving him a full-on view of her sex, of where they were connected.
“You make me want to come, Liz,” he said, his jaw clenched tight as he f**ked his c**k deeper into her. She grasped her br**sts through her top, squeezing them, inciting his desire even higher. He wanted to taste her, to touch her, to get her naked and lick her all over. None of which he had time for with his family downstairs. But seeing her like this, her body undulating against his, was a turn on that made his dick go even harder.
He reached for her clit, wanting her to go off when he was inside her.
“Make me come, Gavin. Touch me there.”
She let him have access to her, knowing he’d give her exactly what she needed.
It didn’t take long. He knew her body, knew how responsive she was to his touch. And when she tightened around him, her pu**y convulsing, he let go, driving into her as he came. She whimpered with her orgasm and fell forward, kissing him as her climax drove them both into long, shaking tremors that had them clutching tight to each other.
“God, you make me sweat,” he murmured against her lips.
She pulled back and smiled at him. “It’s good off-season exercise for you.”
She climbed off and they dashed into the bathroom to clean up, then Liz got dressed.
As Gavin zipped his jeans, he looked at her in the mirror. “Now how are you going to explain this one to everyone?”
She grabbed a photo album from the bookshelf. “We were looking for old photos of you from your childhood and I needed your help to find a certain picture that I wanted to put up in the house.” She rifled through the album and selected one of him when he was about eight years old.