A soft, wrinkled hand grasped her right hand, and her grandfather came to her other side. “You heard the girl,” he said gruffly. “Go on now. We’ll discuss anything that needs to be discussed through our attorneys.”
Brendan cast them all a searching look, perhaps expecting more lectures or rebukes, but none of them had anything left to say. His jaw tightened, and he stalked away.
She felt... nothing. And it was amazing.
Nicholas cleared his throat when the roar of their father’s car had faded. “Eve, I appreciate your assistance, but please do not resort to corporate espionage ever again.”
Her laugh was more of a sob. She turned in her brother’s arms and pressed her face against his chest. John patted her back as she cried.
Here was love. Deep, unconditional love. And she deserved it.
Chapter 26
Eve opened the door to her room, pausing when she caught sight of the man sitting on her bed. She didn’t say anything, merely closed her door and walked over to him.
Gabe had let his hair down, and it was mussed, like he’d dragged his hands through it. He grasped her hips and drew her close, looking up at her. There was pain and sadness in his gaze, but also heat and need. “Are you okay?” he rasped.
She checked herself. She was okay, oddly enough. “Yes. Are you?”
“As okay as I can be.”
“Good.” She waited a beat. “Can you take off your clothes?”
The air between them grew taut. He came to his feet and she took a step back to give him room.
First came his shirt, then his pants, then his underwear, every article of clothing that he took off revealing another inch of tanned, delicious, perfect skin.
She walked around him, coasting her hand over his broad shoulders, the dip at the small of his back, his round buttocks. Bubble-y indeed.
She came full circle, and smoothed her hand over his belly, down to his thick cock, and grasped it tight. He exhaled, the muscles of his stomach contracting.
Her dress was demure, navy blue and white, and buttoned from hem to neck with fabric-covered buttons. She stroked him leisurely as he undid the row of buttons.
He opened it to her waist and then leaned in and kissed the curve of each breast. “Can I have you?” he murmured.
She smoothed his hair back. “Yes.”
The word was barely out of her mouth before he started yanking and tugging at her dress. As soon as she was naked, he hoisted her high in his arms, spun them around, and pressed her against the bed. Her body was already wet for him, but he tested her with a single finger, then two. He spread his fingers carefully, widening her. She was full, but not full enough. “Fuck me,” she gasped.
He captured both her wrists in one hand and shoved them over her head. She gasped when he thrust inside her. He held still for a second, letting her adjust. “You’re so tight,” he murmured.
She swallowed. “You’re so big.”
His erection dragged over her most sensitive tissues. “Too big?”
“No. I mean, only for the first moment or so, when you push in.” She thought for a second. “I wonder if there are exercises I can do. To make taking you easier.”
His shoulders shook. “Masturbation. That’s the exercise.”
She stretched up and bit his earlobe. His laughter stopped. “I could buy a larger vibrator.”
His breath came faster. “Yeah? Tell me what you’d do with it.”
A flush infused her whole body, but she didn’t feel self-conscious. This was another kind of freedom. She whispered right into his ear. “I’d rub it all over my clit. Then I’d fuck myself with it, deep and hard.”
He released her wrists and pushed inside her. “Like that?”
“Yes.”
