His mouth on mine pulls me out of my thoughts. I melt into the kiss and whimper when he pulls away.
“Good. Now that I have your attention.” He smiles. “I told you this isn’t just sex for me. I want you. I want you to be mine in every way. My woman. My ol’ lady. My queen. No more running, remember?”
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, caressing his beard with my hand.
His smile widens and there’s a hint of mischief in his eyes. “It’s okay, Vixen. I like your brand of apologies. You can say sorry on your kneesafterwe get you fed and spend some time out at the party.”
He rolls off me, getting up off the side of the bed. Then, taking my hand, he helps me to the edge. I grab my dress and shake it out before attempting to put it back on again.
“I feel so awful about missing so much. They’re probably getting ready to cut the cake and clean everything up.”
Gabe stops me by grabbing my hand. “Baby, they had their wedding inside the clubhouse. That party out there,” he points, “won’t end for hours. These guys are built to party. It’s in their DNA. And as for that dress from hell, you are not wearing that out there again. Get something out of your bag or wear one of my shirts if you want. But that thing is getting burned when this is over.”
“Gabriel, I’m not walking back upstairs to find my bag. Someone might see me.”
“Your bag isn’t upstairs. It’s over there at the bottom of my closet. Trevor put it in here a little while ago. You’re not sleeping in the playroom anymore. You’ll sleep in here with me.” He pulls his pants on over his thighs, then grabs his shirt off the floor, pulling it on over his shoulders. “You can’t suck my dick in the playroom. Well, not while there’re kids staying in it.”
“You’re insufferable. You know that?”
He shrugs and smiles. “You’re the one who said proper apologies are done on one’s knees. I’m just trying to play by the same rules you’ve given me.”
CHAPTER 18
GABE
I was right. When we came out of my room, everyone had stripped out of their wedding attire and into their comfortable clothes, except for the bride and groom. The party lasted until well after two in the morning, and now we’re all going to be dragging ass at the breakfast table this morning before we get to cleaning up and changing shit over for Christmas tomorrow. But none of that matters right now.
Right now, I have a beautiful naked woman sliding down by body and settling between my legs. I stretch my arms up and tuck them behind my head. I don’t want anything obstructing this view. The sight of my woman taking me into her mouth, while her eyes are fixed on mine—she’s watching me watching her—is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve seen in a long time.
“Jesus, your mouth feels amazing.” Her response is a groan, sending the vibration up my spine. “You keep humming like that, and this is going to be over way sooner than I had planned.” This time she smiles around my dick.
Her pace picks up while she works me with her hand. I’m not going to last long anyway. Deciding I don’t want this to end tooquickly, or without being inside her, I reach under her arms and lift her body. My dick falls out of her mouth with apop.
“Gabe, what are you … oh.” Her question dies on her lips the moment my cock thrusts up inside her.
“Ride me, Vixen.” She nods. I settle my hands on her hips and let her set the pace. Linzie starts out slow at first, adjusting herself until she finds her rhythm. Rocking her hips, she squeezes her muscles, clamping down, making us both groan.
“Damn, baby.”
“Mmm,” she hums. “I need more, Gabe. I can’t … I need …”
“I got you.” Gripping her hips with my hands, I push her down while simultaneously I’m thrusting up. “Grind, Linz. Rock yourself. Find your rhythm again.”
She nods, rocking and grinding, back and forth, while I move her body up and down over my shaft.
“I’m gonna come.”
“Do it. Let’s go, baby.” I pick up my pace, moving her body faster as she plants her hands on my chest to keep just the right pressure where she needs it. Her muscles clench, gripping me like a vice. One. Two.And over she goes.Her head’s thrown back, her eyes closed as she reaches her climax.
“Hold on.” I grunt. She plants her hands on my chest and starts grinding down on me again.
“I’ve got it from here, Pres.” She winks, then rolls her hips in a completely different pattern.
Holy fuck does that feel good.
“Keep doing that.”
“You seem to forget the part where I said I’m not one of your men and I don’t take orders.”
