“Good?” he mutters, thrusting in and out of my body.
“Mmmm,” I grunt, when he pushes deep. Of course everything is good. Gabe is here and he’s inside me. What more could I want? Nothing right this instant.
“More,” I pant, loving the feel of Gabe inside me. He hears me and speeds up, pounding into me. But that’s not all he does. His hand, now wedged between us, finds the edge of the lingerie over my mound and tightens it around his dick, the lace rubbing his shaft. Naughty, naughty, boy.
He keeps thrusting deep and my clit is throbbing, in need of release. And like he can read my thoughts, he moves his fingers to my swollen clit and pinches it at the moment he bottoms out inside me. I shatter into a million pieces. “Gabe!” I scream, my voice echoing off the surfaces of the kitchen, my pussy gripping him like a glove, making him grunt softly. He thrusts deep a couple more times and then goes rigid, groaning his release.
“Layla, damn. That was…” he says, slightly out of breath.
“Intense,” I murmur, my cheek tucked against his neck.
He takes a moment, then he’s lifting me off the counter with his hands under my ass cheeks, still inside me. Walking us to the bedroom, he sits me on my feet, sliding out of me in a rush of our combined releases, his dick coated from both.
“Let me get you cleaned up,” he tells me softly, helping me get the rest of the way out of the lingerie.
Standing naked before me, he cleans me between my thighs, kissing me sweetly when he’s done. I bite my lip. Gabe is intense. But he’s also a total romantic. I’m falling more and more in love with this man.
CHAPTER 17
GABE
Christmas is upon us before either one of us can even blink. This year, I’ve decided that I’d like to have Layla and my kids with me on Christmas Day. Shockingly, their mom agreed and so she and I get to spend the day with them. It’ll be good for my kids to be around Layla, as she’s not going anywhere.
“Ready to open presents?” I ask.
“Sure, Dad,” Kyra answers.
“Okay,” Deacon says.
Typical teenage answer, that one. It makes me smile, though. My kids are growing up so fast and they’ve become mini adults. It blows my mind how fast that’s happened. Soon, they’ll be in college.
Kyra and Deacon pile onto one couch and Layla and I sit on the other. “Who wants to go first?”
“Me!” Kyra pipes up. This is not a surprise. She’s always gone first ever since she was little. It’s become a tradition of sorts. Deacon and I gladly let her. Christmas is her favorite holiday.
“Here you go,” I say, handing her a perfectly wrapped present. I wish I could take credit for that, but I just let the people at the store work their magic. It saves time and makes the holiday a little less stressful for me.
“Dad, I love it!” Kyra squeals, holding up the present. It’s a vinyl of her favorite album. She’s big into music, same as me.
“Thank you!”
I nod, picking up another gift, for Deacon this time.”
I hand it to him and he takes it, ripping the paper open. He smiles. “Thanks, Dad,” he tells me, holding up a new glove. Last time I watched him practice, I could tell he needed a new one.
“You’re welcome, son.”
Grabbing another present, I hand it to Layla. “Here you go.”
She smiles, blushing a little. Taking the present, she gives it a little shake, making us all laugh softly. Good thing it’s not breakable. Sliding a finger under the tape, she opens her gift carefully, setting aside the paper and bow. Lifting the lid on the box, a megawatt smile lights up her face.
“Like it?”
His eyes meet mine. “I love it,” she tells me. “Thank you, Gabe.” I got her a custom Blue Valley Vipers jersey with my last name on it. She’s my woman. And now everyone else knows it.
“Let us see!” Kyra says excitedly.
Layla holds it up for them to see. I have more presents for her, but they’re NSFW, so she’ll get to open them later.
