Oh, she did? Did she? Hmm.
“Gabriel,” Vincenzo interrupts. “We didn’t bring just the gifts for the children. My men brought everything.”
“Everything? What do you mean? How? Your helicopter can’t carry everybody’s stuff. Carter’s getting a new bike. Where the hell did you put it in that thing?” I ask, knowing damn well he didn’t get everything. He couldn’t have.
Mason smiles. “It’s true, Pres. There’s a rig with a plow attached to the front of it parked at the back entrance of the farm. We unloaded everything and put it in the basement. We used the tunnels, you know, from …”
“Yeah, yeah.” I wave him off. “The hidden tunnels no one was supposed to know about. Yet,someoneapparently discovered thanks to Kayce and his team of military rejects.” I grumble. “I still think I should shoot both your asses and leave you to Mili to take care of.”
Vincenzo smiles. “She’s quite good at her job and has the bedside manner of a saint. But Gabriel.” His face turns serious,and his voice stern. The deadly, unforgiving mobster we all know him to be is glaring back at me now. “I will only warn you once. Never offer my woman’sservicesto another man. I don’t share what’s mine.Ever.I would hate to end our friendship over a woman.” He stands with one hand in his pocket, the other holding his cigarette. “But for Mili, I will burn down everything you own, kill everyone you love, all without question. Are we clear?”
CHAPTER 21
LINZIE
The party is now in full swing. The kids were all taken upstairs to watch a movie and get settled in for the night. Trevor offered to keep an eye on things and help Lilah with Emily so the adults could enjoy a few drinks and relax.
“All right! I need everyone’s attention please!” Jake calls out over the music. “Yo, Blake! Turn that shit down!” The music softens, and everyone stops to pay attention to Jake. “Avery and I just wanted to thank everybody for coming and sticking out the snowstorm with us and being a part of our special day. We’re a little bummed our honeymoon is being pushed back, but we’re glad we all get to be together for Christmas.”
The room fills with loud whistling and cheers. “Now, drink up. Have fun. And remember we have kids upstairs.”
“That means you assholes need to keep the extracurricular activities behind closed doors,” Ethan adds. “Lilah is up there. I don’t want our girl getting any kind of sex education from you dickheads. Keep it in your pants until you get into your rooms! Got me?” The room fills with laughter and shouts of agreement.
The music kicks back up, and so does the chatter.
“Come on.” Gabe takes my hand, pulling me down the hallway.
“Where are we going?”
He continues until we get to his office, opens the door and ushers me inside. I stumble when I see the Christmas tree sitting on the corner of his desk and have to bite back a laugh. I can’t believe he kept it with all theinterestingbutt plug ornaments and anal bead garland. I assumed he would’ve regifted it to the club girls as a joke or maybe even Hawk.
The sound of the lock clicking into place makes me very aware of the situation I’m in. I spin around quickly, too quickly, slamming into a sold wall of muscle. “Oh.”
“You going somewhere, Vixen?” Gabe asks, his voice drops low, in that growly way that makes my insides quiver.
“I was, uh, was just going to take a seat on the couch,” I lie.
“Mm. I was thinking you’d be more comfortable over here behind the desk.” He grips my hips, turning me, then steers me with his hand on the small of my back toward his chair. When I pull the chair out to take a seat, his hand stops me. “No, baby. You can have a seatonthe desk.”
“But you have important papers and things up here. I don’t need to …” Gabe turns me to face the desk. I brace my hands on the top, and his hands squeeze my ass.
“You’re right. I like you standing just like this.” His breath and beard tickle the skin of my neck. His mouth leaves a trail of soft kisses along my neck as he pushes my hair back out of his way, giving him more access.
“Gabe.” His name comes out on a whimper.
His hands travel around to my front, unbuttoning my jeans. He slides the zipper down slowly, pushing the sides down over my hips. The cool air on my ass makes me shiver. He steps back, appraising said ass and the red thong I’m wearing. I growl rumbles up his chest.
Gabe pushes the chair back with his feet, then drops down on his knees, removing each leg of my jeans slowly. “Step out, baby.” His large, calloused hands caress my bare legs until he reaches the red thong. He kisses my ass, one side and then the other. “I can smell your arousal, Vixen. How wet are you for me? Shall we check?”
“Gabe.”
“Turn around.” I do as he asks. “Lift your arms.” He pulls my sweater up and over my head and drops it to the floor behind him. His eyes roam over my body, his hands trailing over my red satin bra. He cups my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples through the fabric, back and forth. “This is pretty.”
He leans in, capturing my lips with his. I wrap my arms around his neck, and Gabe deepens the kiss, pushing me back against the desk with his hips. I can feel his hard length pressing into my stomach through his jeans. Gabe’s hands move under my arms, and then he’s sitting me on the desk. His erection now lies against my center, which is wet and aching to be filled.
His mouth leaves mine as he trails kisses down my neck and across my collarbone, removing the straps of my bra as he goes. I feel him reach behind me, unclasping the back and pulling it all the way off my arms. It lands somewhere near my sweater.
Gabe’s taking his time. Not in any rush, which is unfortunate since I’m so fucking wet and needy. “Gabe, I need you. Now.”
