It would take time to write more songs and complete it, but at least I was on the road to completion. I was closer than I’d ever been to gaining my freedom from Nate and all of his nonsense. Then, I’d never have to take another call from him, ever again.
Gabe still looked pissed as he stood at the side of the bed, completely naked, unashamed.
My mouth watered at the sight of his dick, half-erect.
“If he ever calls you in the middle of the night again, I don’t give a fuck where he is. I’m flying there and breaking his damn neck.”
My nipples shouldn’t have pebbled the way they did. Nor should my mouth have watered. Yet, my body didn’t know or care about morals or how threatening someone’s life was violent behavior that it shouldn’t condone. It only cared about the bass in his voice as he said it.
And the way I felt protected. As if Gabe wouldn’t let anyone do me harm.
I moved closer to him and pulled the T-shirt over my head. The shirt pooled at my feet as I dropped it.
“I’m sorry.” I probably would’ve been as pissed off if Gabe had gotten out of bed at three in the morning to take a call from another woman. Let alone a woman he’d had a relationship with. Business or not, it was still inappropriate.
“How sorry?” he asked, his nostrils flared.
“Let me show you.” I knelt in front of him and took him into my mouth.
He tasted sweet. I ran my tongue over the tip of his dick. A sharp intake of air sounded in my ears. His body’s response encouraged me.
I hollowed my cheeks and bobbed my head, taking as much as of him into my mouth as I could. I nearly gagged on his length but kept going. A deep desire to wring an orgasm from his body spurred me on.
“Fuck, Cin,” Gabe groaned, moving his hand to the back of my head.
I loved that damn nickname. It was so simple yet so personalized. I bobbed my head faster, running my tongue along the bottom part of his shaft.
He hissed, and his hips jerked, forcing him deeper into my mouth. Gabe’s hold on the back of my hair tightened, and he swiveled his hips. Seconds later, he pulled back and surged forward, fucking my face.
I pulled back, releasing him to spit on his dick before reinserting him into my mouth again. Drool ran down my chin and slid down my neck. I could feel Gabriel’s fingers dig into my scalp as he continued using my mouth to get himself off.
I felt his entire body tense, and a second later, he pulled completely out of me. The first spurt of semen hit my chin, followed by more that landed on my cheek, neck, and breasts.
Somehow, the feel of his bodily fluid on my skin felt warm and comforting.
“Shit,” Gabe growled. His breathing sounded like a freight train. “Fuck, you look so good covered in my cum.”
His words caused the muscles in my pussy to clench.
“Condom,” I could barely get the word out, desperately needing him inside of me.
Gabe found his wallet, pulled out a condom, and sheathed himself. He was so quick with his movements. As soon as I rose from my knees, he spun me around and bent me over the bed.
He pushed inside of me before I could catch my next breath. I yelled into the bedsheets, feeling stuffed and still wanting more. He delivered, moving his hips to hit my walls from every angle.
I gasped and moaned so loud that I didn’t think I’d be able to sing a note for the next few days. I didn’t give a care in the world, either. Gabe felt too good inside of me, his bodyweight hovering over mine.
Tornado.
Yes, that would be the first single off of my next album.
Chapter 20
Gabe
I leaned down and inhaled deeply, smelling the top of Lena’s head. It was a mix of tropical fruit from her conditioner and some sort of butter she used on her hair. Either way, it smelled great on her.
She was half asleep as we entered the final hour of our flight back to Texas. Eli sat two rows ahead of us. He’d done well at his exhibition, winning it and garnering the interests of multiple sponsors. None of them had mentioned anything about betting rumors or showed hesitation to make him a part of their sponsorship team.
