I grin.
“Then kiss me already,” I tell him and lean in, finally taking him in a kiss. His mouth opens and closes against mine, and our bodies thrust together, meeting in a tight embrace as we fall back to the couch.
Spencer deserves everything, happiness and success and every good fucking thing this world has to offer. There’s so much I can’t give him, so much I can’t protect him from.
But right now, in this perfect moment, I can give him exactly what he wants.
Right now, we’re together, and that’s the only thing that really matters.
CHAPTERTWENTY-THREE
SPENCER
Gabriel sinkstwo fingers deep into me. We’re naked and sweaty, grinding together on the massive bed in the honeymoon suite. The taste of his cock is sweet on my lips, his musky scent deep in every breath I inhale, and I’m vibrating with pleasure, shaking from the core.
Everything feels right. Clear. The second I’m in his arms, I know what I want and I know how to get it. We’re horny and hot and starving for each other, and after a month, I’m finally able to touch him, feel him, listen to his growl.
Gabriel presses his body down on mine, rolling his fingers against my spot, and lightning bolts of pleasure hit me everywhere. “Sexy tennis jock,” he coos under his breath. “Letting a playboy have his way with you at the tournament.”
My hole clenches down hard on his fingers, and after a deep grunt, I grab Gabriel with both hands, wrap my legs around his thighs, and roll him onto his back. My chest hovers over his, and his fingers stay planted in my ass. With another growl, I thrust my hips back, taking him deeper.
“Who says this is all your way?” I roll my hips, fucking against his hard fingers, enjoying the now-familiar sensation of full, hot penetration. A preorgasmic wave crashes through me, and when I recover, I reach down and curl my fist around Gabriel’s fat cock. “This jock gets exactly what he wants from his playboy. Thank you very much.”
Gabriel shifts his weight as he fingers me. On my knees, straddling his torso, I reach back and pump his cock close to my ass, torn apart by how much I want him inside me.
“You’re right,” he whispers in his sweet, low voice. “I act tough, but you’re so fucking hot. I’d crawl on my knees for another chance to taste that delicious ass.”
I jerk. His erection throbs in my hand, and I pump him harder as I ride the need to climax.
“You fucking dominated the court today,” he growls, fingers hard on my spot. “You were amazing. You hit the speed record with your serve six fucking times.”
I growl as I take him, his praise landing right on my sweet spot.
“I’m going to give you the orgasm you deserve after a win like that.”
“Do it,” I grunt, coming apart at the seams because I feel that fucking good. “Fuck my hole harder.”
Gabriel’s face twists, and I can feel him fighting off his orgasm. “Gonna fuck your tight ass, and tomorrow, you’re going to wake up feeling so good before you head out to the court and win again.”
I thrust my hips back again, and my orgasm explodes. I shake in Gabriel’s arms, coming apart with the force of it, and he grunts and bucks his hips, spraying his load in my hand.
We lay there, both breathing heavy, and the world comes back into focus. He’s warm and strong against me, our bodies collapsed together, and I sink into pure bliss.
The emotional longing come flooding back, the need for him that goes beyond the purely physical. Once again, I scold myself not to get confused, try to bury the need away.
Slowly but intentionally, Gabriel slips away, rolling off the bed.
“Hey,” I complain.
He looks back at me with a grin. “I’m getting you coffee. Or is it too late for caffeine?”
I squint at him as he nakedly walks to the kitchenette across the suite. “Why are you making me coffee?”
“Because you fall asleep after sex, and you have a routine to stick to. It’s time to study your opponent, I believe?”
When I realize how exhausted I suddenly feel, I let out a laugh. He’s right. I am at risk of passing out, and I’d never forgive myself if I failed to prepare.
“I haven’t faced Basset in a while,” I say, thinking about tomorrow’s match. “He’s getting better. The real challenge will be the day after, though. That’s when I’m likely to face Everett.”
