His tongue duals with mine as his grip pulls tighter, holding me captive to his onslaught. I gasp and whimper. Gabe groans into my mouth. He rocks his hips, pushing his cock deeper into my stomach, the thin towel slowly unraveling between us.
Gabe’s hand makes its way into the slit of my dress and around, gripping my ass firmly, punishingly. The towel gives way and falls as he lifts my leg over his hip. He’s completely exposed, and my hand finds his girth, gripping it, squeezing him hard. He grunts, his mouth moving across my jaw and down my neck, kissing, sucking, biting.
There’s a sharp tug and a snap, and I know he’s just ripped the side of my underwear away from my body. His hand reaches between us. With the very tips of two fingers, he slowly circlesmy clit. He’s teasing me with the softest of touches, not giving me the pressure he knows I need. I release his cock and let my hand fall away.
Gabe’s eyes come up to meet mine, frustration etched on his face. “Put your hand back on my cock, Linz. Now.”
“Stop teasing,” I demand, my brow cocked and my resolve thin, but he doesn’t need to know that.
Gabe shoves two fingers inside me, and I swivel my hips, needing him to finish what he started. I grip his cock in my hand. With every thrust of his fingers inside me, I match with a stroke of my own. He picks up his pace, and I follow his lead. A hiss escapes the back of my throat. I’m so close.
In one swift motion, Gabe pulls his fingers out, lifts my ass, wrapping my legs around him. My dress is twisted around my waist, and my half-shredded panties shoved to the side. In one deep stroke, Gabe buries himself to the hilt, ripping a scream from me.
The door at my back rattles with each thrust. The sound of my wetness fills the room. Gabe grunts and curses, whispering how beautiful I am. He goes on and on about how much he loves the way my pussy tightens around him. How well our bodies fit together. How this is what we need.
My orgasm crashes over me. My muscles tightening the way he described, ripping his release from him. He rides out the waves of pleasure until we’re both a sweaty mess and panting for breath.
Gabe rests his forehead against mine. It takes a minute for our breathing to slow and the shudders to cease. It’s in those moments that his words come back to mind.
He loves my body. He loves how well our bodies fit together. But he didn’t say he loves me.
My heart sinks as my stomach drops, and the need to get out of here overwhelms me.
I push against Gabe’s chest firmly. His head comes up, and he takes a step back. His hand still on my hip. I move to the side, and he watches as I right my dress. My panties are a useless scrap, so I quickly remove them and toss them toward his hamper. Gabe’s still watching my every move. I don’t know whether that’s curiosity or frustration on his face. Maybe a bit of both.
He’s far enough away from the door now, his towel still on the floor while he stands in all his naked glory staring at me. I rush past him, turning the handle, and whisper, “I’m sorry. This shouldn’t have happened,” before rushing out of his room, past the main living area and straight to the room I slept in last night. I make quick work of gathering my purse and find Andi on my way out.
I don’t go into detail, but my best friend knows me well enough to know that I can’t stay here. Something has happened, and I need to be somewhere private where I can lose my shit and mourn once more—the loss of what I thought was a new beginning.
CHAPTER 6
GABE
It’s absolute chaos in the clubhouse tonight. The prospects brought in a tree and set it up. The kids are working on decorating it with Mom and Dad. Kaylie is trying to string the popcorn, but I think she’s eaten more than she’s strung. Carter and Lilah are handing the lights to Mason as he wraps them around the tree.
The women are all spread out doing different tasks.
Jayde, Sadie, and Avery are working on the tulle for the archway in the barn. Austin brought in two boxes of fresh-cut flowers to be added to it and another three boxes with bouquets and boutonnieres. When Jake told everyone we were giving Avery whatever she wanted, we all thought he was kidding. He was not.
The clubhouse looks like one of those large craft stores exploded inside it. There’s shit everywhere. Flowers. Ribbons. Tulle. Ornaments. Stockings. Christmas lights. Candle sticks. It’s fucking insane.
I love my daughter, and I’m happy to make her special day everything she could ever dream of, but I can’t wait to get my clubhouse back to normal.
The decorations are only half the chaos.
The clubhouse is full to the brim with people. Eli and the Mountain Heights chapter came in a couple of hours ago. All my guys are here with their wives and kids. Andi is in the kitchen with a few of the club girls, putting them to work on her menu while she bakes the cake. Everly and Kaylie are staying here for the next couple of days. We figured letting them stay over would allow Everly to work without worrying about Kaylie so much since there are more than enough eyes to watch her and Carter to keep her busy. Russell even flew in this morning after Linzie left.
Speaking of which, I haven’t seen Linzie since she bolted out of here this morning. I thought what happened between us was proof enough that we’re not finished, that we belong together, but something spooked her and I want to know what.
Figuring the best place to find her would be with her best friend, I head for the kitchen. Andi is barking instructions at Rachel and Candi, telling them how to roll a proper meatball while Skyler and Violet help wrap little sausages in triangle-shaped dough.
“Have you figured out how to tell him yet?” I overhear Skyler ask Violet.
“I think so. I’m going to …” Her words trail off when she notices me standing beside the table.
“Don’t stop on my account. I just came to check out the food,” I tease. Violet’s cheeks are red with embarrassment, like someone who’s just been caught stealing Santa’s cookies.
“Um, it’s fine. We can discuss it later. It’s just Declan’s Christmas present.”
