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Chapter Thirty-Eight

Storm

“Do you work today?” I ask, rolling to face Gabriel.

“No,” he says sleepily, eyes still closed.

I take the opportunity to stare at him. His dark hair is messy, his curls frizzy. Brows are thick and in need of a little shaping and plucking, but not the worst I’ve seen. There’s a light stubble coming in, but he’ll shave that off once he gets into the bathroom. He shaves every morning, never misses. His lips are full, pouty, and so damn soft. Nose is almost aristocratically straight, and his lashes are so long and full I bet they make all the girls jealous.

Unable to help myself, I bring my thumb to his lips, brushing it over them, back and forth until his eyes flutter open and he’s pushing my hand away.

“That tickles,” he says with a smile.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper.

His smile falls, eyes heating.

“Beautiful?” he asks softly.

“Yes, Gabriel. Beautiful.”

I kiss him, just a slight brush of my lips against his. I pull back and he’s still staring at me. His eyes narrow the slightest bit, and then his hand is on the back of my head, pulling me in for a deeper kiss. He ends up on top of me, rutting against me like a goddamn pro.

“Get these off,” I say, shoving at his pants. He sits back on his knees just long enough to push them down. I get my briefs off at the same time, and when he’s back on top of me, I help him kick off his pants the rest of the way.

His cock finds mine, rubbing together with each thrust. I widen my legs, giving him more space to do what he wants. His mouth is on my neck, licking and sucking at my skin, and my fingers dig into his back.

“This is new,” I rasp out, moving my hips with his.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks as he doesn’t stop.

“Hell fucking no.”

“Good, because I don’t want to.”

We move together in a way you’d think we’d been doing this for years, rubbing against each other in the most perfect way. His thrusts get a little jerky, moans getting louder.

“Paint me with your cum, Gabriel,” I whisper to him, and a second later he’s whimpering out his release, his hot cum landing all over my stomach. He takes just a second to compose himself before he’s moving down to suck me off. “You should ride me,” I suggest.

He pauses, lifting his head to look at me.

“I don’t know how…”

“Like everything else, I’ll teach you.” I get up, ignoring his cum dripping down my stomach. He can clean that up later. “Be right back.”

I hurry into my room to get the bottle of lube, sure he doesn’t have any in his room and I’m not about to go digging through his drawers to find out. I return and he’s still in the same place, so I get comfortable, leaning against the headboard.

“Come sit on my lap, legs on either side.”

He crawls up to me, sitting the way I say, our dicks pressed against each other. I pour lube into my hand, then bring it around him to rub along his ass and slide a finger in without hesitation. He jerks up, moaning, and I smile as I lean in to bite his nipple.

“Oh my god,” he groans, putting his hands on my shoulders to steady himself.

I thrust my finger in and out, still sucking on his nipples and massaging his ass with my free hand. When he’s loosened up, I add a second finger, and when he’s pleading for more, I add a third. He’s panting when I remove my fingers.

“Go slow and be careful so you don’t hurt yourself,” I tell him as I line my dick up with his hungry hole. I push forward enough that he can feel me there. “On your time, baby.”

Gabriel presses his hands against my chest and carefully lowers himself onto my dick. I’m halfway in when I realize I didn’t put a condom on. I grip his hips.

“Wait,” I bark.

“What? Am I doing it wrong?”

How he can be so smart yet so innocent…

“No, baby. Nothing. I just forgot a condom.”

“You’re the only person I’ve ever been with,” he says.

I look at him carefully. “Are you saying you’re okay not using one?”

“Yes. As long as you are.”

I lean in to kiss him. “I’ve thought of fucking you bare since I first saw your ass.” I squeeze his cheeks to make my point. “I’m clean, too. Was tested before I came to Seattle, and I haven’t been with anyone but you since.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really. Why?”

“I don’t know, I just thought…”

I raise a brow, wanting to know what exactly he thought.

“Never mind. It doesn’t matter.”

I let it go because my dick is still halfway in his ass, and I’d very much like it to be all the way in.

“Then ride my cock and make me come.”

I settle back, smiling up at him. Gabe’s teeth sink into his bottom lip, hands planted against my chest as he sinks all the way down. I groan as he settles onto me, taking me as deeply as he can.

“How does it feel?” I ask, running my hands up and down his sides.

“So good,” he groans.

With my hands on his hips, I guide him up and down. It takes a bit of time for him to get comfortable, but when he does, he moves like a pro. He reads my body well, or maybe he’s just doing what feels good for him and it happens to feel good for me too. Either way, I don’t want him to stop.

I can’t take my eyes off him. The way his curls bounce, the way his lips are parted, breathing heavily. His chest is firm, heaving for breath, his legs tense as he uses them to bounce on my dick.

“I think I might come again,” he says in shock. I look down at his cock, that’s slapping against his stomach with each thrust.

“Just like this?”

“Mhm… yeah,” he grinds out.

“I love your body, the way you react to me, and how fucking easily you come for me.”

Gabe rocks his hips back and forth, face twisted in pleasure as he gives in to his instinct and fucks me. Knowing he’s close has me close, and when his dick erupts again, a fountain of cum raining down over my stomach, adding to what was already there, I grip his hips and fuck him from below. His cries turn to heavy breathing, hands still holding on as he fucks me back, wanting me to come too. It’s not so much a fight for dominance, but us working perfectly together to get me there. And fuck, do I get there.

His hole clenches me tightly, milking every drop of cum from my dick when the orgasm hits me. There’s a scream from the other end of the room, which makes absolutely no sense, since we’re both right here. It sounds feminine, nothing like what Gabriel sounds like…

Gabriel seems just as confused as I am, until his body freezes and he looks over his shoulder. He scrambles off me and I think I hear a swear leave his mouth—that’s a first.

“Gabriel, what’s going on!” I call out as he scrambles to get into his pants and barges out of the room, shouting things I can’t hear.

I grab my underwear and put them on to go after him, just catching him running out of the open front door. When I get there, I see him in the driveway, arguing with a woman who is standing beside a fancy as fuck Bentley that looks to have a driver fit with chauffeur hat in the driver’s seat.

“—from your mother, but I didn’t believe it. To see it with my own eyes!”

“It’s not what you think, Tara,” Gabriel argues, and that name rings a bell.

Tara… his fiancée.

Ex-fiancée.

Jealousy burns in my gut, and I hate it. There’s no reason for me to be jealous. But also, I’m not jealous. I’m not a jealous person, so what the hell am I doing?

“Oh, no?” she screams. “Then why is he standing indecently on the front porch in nothing but his undergarments!” She points toward me and when Gabe turns to look at me, she takes the opportunity to get into the car. By the time he turns back, the car is backing out of the driveway.

Well, that’s one way to start the day.

“Are you okay?” I ask once Gabriel is close enough to hear me. He walks past me and goes inside the house, so I follow him and close the door behind me. “Gabe?”

He sighs, running his hands down his face. “I’m fine. But this is going to be a mess.”

“With your family?” I ask. He nods, blowing out a sharp breath. I go to him and pull him into a hug. “I’m here for you. No matter what they say or do, I’m here.”

His arms come around me, holding on to me tightly. “Thank you.”