“Gid—oh shit. Right there.”
“That’s it. Christ, you’re gorgeous.” He nibbles on the side of my mouth, and it sends tingles down my body. “Come all over my cock like a good fucking girl. You know you can do it.”
My neck arches, and his lips land on that spot, just under my ear, that pushes me right over the edge.
My whole body convulses, my legs shake, and I cry out his name as the most intense climax of my life takes over.
“Fuuuuuck, I’m going with you, baby.” His hips jerk as he growls, and I can feel him come inside me, and I’m incredibly smug.
I did that. I made him do that.
Go me!
We’re sweaty and panting, and we made a mess of the bed. But the most pressing matter is the fact that I’mstarving.
My stomach growls, and Gideon grins at me, and God, if I don’t want to keep that smile with me forever.
“Let’s clean up and eat,” he says before pressing a kiss on my breastbone, right in the middle. “Then I’ll bring you back here and start this all over again.”
“I like that plan. When are you going to fix my bedroom door?”
He pauses and narrows his eyes at me. “Thisis your bedroom now, Rebel. And the door is just fine.”
Chapter Fifteen
Gideon
“Oh my God, it’s so good.”
Lena’s eyes are closed as she chews, and her little noises go straight to my cock.
I was inside her hot, perfect pussy less than twenty minutes ago, and I already want her again. I should keep my hands to myself, lock her in a bedroom with a functioning door, and keep her safe until it’s time to send her home.
But I won’t do that, because now that I’ve had her, staying away from this little rebel is out of the question.
“We’ll move your things into my bedroom tonight.”
Her hand pauses halfway to her mouth, and she stares at me with surprised lavender eyes. “We will?”
“Fuck yes.”
“So that wasn’t just things you said in the heat of the moment?”
I lean on the counter and cross my arms over my chest. “I meant every word I said. You’ll be sleeping in my bed, baby.”
“What else will change?”
I tip my head to the side. “We’re still training together every day.”
“Even the obstacle course?”
I can’t help the smile that spreads over my face, and her eyes narrow menacingly.
“I see that you enjoy torture.”
No. Been there, done that, and I donotenjoy torture.
“That’s not what it is. It’s training. You’ll get stronger, your reflexes will get faster.”
