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Chapter 21

What A Good Boy

Wade

I breathe in as she nuzzles my collarbone, like a black cat with claws retracted, the smell of her and the carefully curated white gardenias lulling me to the point of intoxication.

My arms boost her up and around my torso to carry her to bed.

Unkempt sheets pushed aside, I set her down in the middle, then stretch to shift my weight and flank her with my forearms. While I guide her long fingers into my hair, she exhales from her nose.

“We’re the same,” I confess.

“Are we?”

A set of short nails drags across my scalp, and I lean into it, fighting the urge to close my eyes. But I don’t want to miss a moment of her attention.

“My dad didn’t want me either.”

Her caress on my cheek and jaw cracks me open like the widening of a rift through arid soil.

“Wade.”

“You looked me up, but you didn’t find him. That’s on purpose because he wants nothing to do with me. He makes sure the world never finds his bastard.”

The strokes shorten into circles. I clasp over her hands to keep them still.

“Walton Quade. By title a Baron, by character, a flaming pile of garbage.”

Sympathy deepens the hazel streaks in her eyes to sable.

“We received a lump sum every year in exchange for our silence. He got to keep up the facade of being a perfect family man and stay in the good graces of the royals.”

I tighten my hold on her. I don’t want to let go. I don’t want her to let go.

“I only met him once. I was twelve and ended up hiding in my room while he and Maman argued over the stipend. She wanted him to take responsibility, to be an actual father, and help raise me. He called her a gold-digging whore. My mother kicked him out and told him to fuck himself with his own money.”

“Oof.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t myself when meeting your dad. Jealousy took over.”

“Seeing you with your mom triggered the same feeling in me.”

My eyes fall shut, wishing I could dispel her insecurities. “Sorry I have daddy issues.”

“And I’m sorry I have mommy issues.”

Her lips brush my knuckles, hands switching position to cup my cheeks. “Guess we’re both fucked up.”

“Basically.”

“Did…did we just become friends?”

My forehead drops to her chin with a snort. “Yep.”

“Oh, no. That’s the worst thing that could’ve happened.”

That’s not the worst thing that could’ve happened. Je veux te donner mon c?ur.

“Whoops.”

She brings my attention back to her with a light graze of her thumb over my cheek.

“What do you need, Wade?”

I dock my arms beneath hers, twining my fingers into the lush strands spreading over the pillow.

“I need you to lie here and not make fun of me tonight, okay?”

“Okay.”

The room fills with silence, dead except for the tandem rising and falling of our chests.

“Wade?”

“Mm.”

“What did your mom say when we met?”

“When?”

“When I complimented her.”

“Wade, épouse-la!”

“Je pense qu’elle est la seule femme que j’aimerais épouser.” What an admission. “Peut-être un jour elle me laissera.”

Maman hummed. “Est-ce qu’elle t’agace?”

Yeah, she annoyed me more than anyone.

“Même plus que toi.”

“Crétin!”

“She told me to marry you.”

“I like her. She’s funny.”

“Bin oui. It’s where I get it from.”

“You’re not funny.”

I headbutt her collarbone gently. “Yes, I am. You said so earlier.”

“I was upset. I got caught up in the moment.”

“Too bad. No takesies backsies.”

Gabe harrumphs. “Some friend you’re turning out to be.”

“Watch it. I know your deepest, darkest secrets now. I could misuse that information.”

“Well, I know yours, too.”

“Not all of them.”

“You have more secrets?”

“Wanna find out, Freckles?”

If getting Gabe Finch in a sex swing didn’t kill me, sharing a bed with her on a regular basis might do it.

Though it was downright adorable when she thought it was a set of over-the-door portable TRX straps. I set her straight, fucking that pussy from behind, her legs Velcroed high and wide and in plain view of the giant mirror tilted against my bedroom wall.

Earlier tonight, I snuck into her hotel room. She’s covering the game with Vancouver tomorrow and we both need rest, but it’s 3 a.m. and I can’t sleep. One, she’s wearing my fucking jersey, and two, she won’t stop squirming in her sleep while we spoon, pert ass grinding against my excited cock. My fingers sink into her hips as a rumbling groan spills out.

Freckles whines. “Get your leg away from my buttcrack. It’s hard and uncomfortable.”

“That’s not my leg.” I fiddle with the end of her braid, mindlessly brushing it over my mouth and nose.

She sighs, exasperated, but hums when I roll my hips to seek the same delicious friction.

“Wade, if we fuck right now, will you let me sleep in?”

“Hell, yes.”

Gabe wiggles against the mattress before her silk shorts billow onto my face. “Grab a condom.”

I scramble for one from atop the nightstand, sliding it over the shaft without removing my boxers.

“And this,” she commands, wrapping her braid around my wrist.

A delicate yank twists it until her head tips up. My other hand dives between her legs, splitting them apart to position myself and attempt some sort of prep, but she’s already wet.

“Been dreamin’ about me, Freckles?”

“You wish. I was in the middle of some truly disgusting stuff with?—”

Without hesitation, I tease the tip in from behind and give her clit a light pinch. “Don’t you dare say anyone’s name but mine…”

She gasps. “Oh, God .”

“That’s more like it.” My lips find the shell of her ear, delving in inch-by-inch. “Fucking love when you call me that.”

“I hate you.”

“Is that so?” The next rough plunge shakes moans from both of us.

“Yes.” She pants between every slam. “I hate your arrogant” —I pull out until her pussy can only tighten around the head of my cock— “handsome face. And your” —her hips adjust, angling to swallow me again until I hit a spot so deep she whines through a pause— “stupid dimpled smirks.”

I disrupt the languid pace, my heartbeat ragged between punishing thrusts and questions I know the answer to. “You hate me right now, Freckles?” Her walls pulse without rhythm when I stroke her G-spot. “Hate how good you’re taking every inch of my cock with my name plastered on your back?” We share a loud, shameless groan when I push in once more. “Hate how your little cunt makes a mess for me?”

“Oh, my—fuck— Wade —” Her nails clip into my forearms, shredding the sweat-lined top layer of skin. “I’m gonna?—”

My hands abandon her hips, climbing under the thickly knit polyester to pluck at the hardened peaks of her nipples while nibbling a tender stretch of skin along her neck. I throb, fully inside her, twitching for relief but desperate for her to finish first. “Please, Gabe,” I beg through a grunt, about to explode into the condom. “I’m so fucking close.”

She plays with her clit, cunt clamping down as my thrusts go uneven and sloppy, spitting curses against her open mouth. Tremors take over before launching us over the edge and tearing through parallel orgasms. Our breaths catch, hearts rattling against one another behind their cages.

“ Christ . That was too fast?—”

Gabe replies with a soft snore.

“Oh, good. Now you can’t call me needy for staying inside you.”

I relish in the cocoon of her freshly fucked pussy until my dick goes limp, then slide out. Once discarding the condom in the washroom, I return with a damp cloth in hand.

A few hours later, I tiptoe from bed and quietly close the washroom door to shower before going back into my hotel room.

The pressure and hot temperature of the water loosens a tight spot in my shoulder. My head dips through the steady stream as Gabe joins, braid bolstered up by a giant claw clip.

She leaves a long, heady kiss on my damp lips. “Good morning.”

“I bet it was,” I gloat, pushing hair away from my forehead. “I fucked you to sleep.”

Gabe pivots in the cascade, trickling water down her tall, lean figure.

My cock has no chill. It swells and sways, practically swooning at the attention.

“Stop looking at it,” I scold her.

“But how?” The wicked gleam in her eyes makes me shudder. “Even if I look away, it’s so big I can see it in my peripheral vision.”

I lament and cup both hands over it, wishing it would soften. “Complimenting is not gonna make it go away.”

“Lucky for you, I don’t want it to. You’re not the only horny person around here.” Her hand stretches over the tense muscle rounding my shoulder and squeezes. “Kneel.”

Being bossy doesn’t help either because I love being told what to do. Only by Gabe, though.

My knees bear my weight against the heated marble, hands lifting to the arches of her hips to pull her closer.

“You were so good last night.” Her praise and fingers pushing through my hair slackens my jaw, and I snuggle into her palm. “What a good boy.”

“Yes,” I confirm with a gasp, desperate for more.

“You deserve a treat.”

A black oblong object see-saws between her first finger and thumb. When she presses the button, it buzzes to life, shooting a jolt of pleasure behind the base of my cock.

“That’s…my…”

“Fell out of your shorts when I moved them. Had to do a reverse Google Image search to figure out what it was.” Her tongue clicks in disappointment. “Were you planning on using it without me?” She angles the shower head to one side, away from us, and holds the vibrator under the water. “If you want me to play with your ass, all you have to do is ask nicely.”

“Fuck yes.” I clamber to my feet and backward, eager to have yet another fantasy come true. My cock bounces.

Gabe drops to her haunches, scratching across a hip and into the trim hairs below my belly button. She fists my length and brings it to her mouth. Her blown breath is warmer than the surrounding steam. I recline, bracing against the shower wall.

“I’m gonna suck your cock now. Don’t come until I say so. Okay?”

I nod.

“Words.”

“Yes, please.”

“And how will you know when to finish if my mouth’s full?”

“You’ll…tap my hip twice?”

“Good.”

The drop of pre-cum gets licked away, more and more of it leaking from me in sync with the increased vibrations on the underside of my dick. My balls recoil to the point of pain.

Her eyes widen as the thin trail drips down her chin, neck, and sternum. She kisses its source before wrapping those plump lips around the aching head, then swallows more of me, stroking her tongue over the veins and sucking like her life depends on it, inching the toy closer and closer to where I need it.

I spread the stickiness over her nipples. They purse under my touch. “Fucking—obsessed with your tits.” My hands clamp around them, hissing with an unintentional thrust into her mouth when she presses the silicone bulge into the sensitive flesh behind my tightened balls. “Right there, yes. Goddamn your mouth. Your hands. Your tiny cunt, your ass. I’d fuck them all at once if I could.”

She deepthroats me with a gag while corkscrewing around the shaft and massaging the toy against the sensitive spot, forcing me to use her to prop myself up. “Gabe–Gabe—Gabe,” I chant. Her name’s a plea for mercy, and each time, it’s denied.

“Fuck– please . I need to.”

Head shaking out a silent no, she bobs at a mind-numbing cadence, the noisy squelching with each thrust testing my restraint beyond limits.

My leaden, shallow breaths alternate with desperate groans. They echo off every wall. I stammer through curses, knocking my head into the marble stone wall behind me, toes curling until they go numb.

“Gabe, please, please, please. I’m gonna—come so hard.”

I might black out.

She taps my hip.

Once.

Every muscle writhes and strains. I grunt as my cock fills her throat.

Twice.

The orgasm bursts, violent spurts of my cum pumping into her, the load so big it leaks from her mouth and onto my balls in a hot and sticky web.

Vision lost, the ringing in my ears recedes as I drown in the sensory overload.

When the high subsides, Gabe repositions the shower stream between us, cheeks puffed. She reaches for my jaw and spits my release into my gaping mouth. A judder rolls through me as it lands on my tongue, salty and thick.

Her hand places mine over her throat as she gulps the rest of it.

“See you at the game.”

A pang from lost contact settles as she exits the shower.

“No good luck kiss?” I call after her. “No kiss goodbye?”

“Win tonight, and I’ll kiss that sweet round ass.”