Page 16 of Gabe (Blue Team #2)

I didn’t need to think, over-analyze, wonder, doubt, get stuck in my head unsure what to do. If Gabe wanted something he’d take it. He’d show me.

I lowered myself to the bed and something deep inside of me unlocked. My body softened and yielded under him. A peace settled over me and I could feel.

Really feel .

Gabe’s hands were rough, calloused. The hair on his thighs tickled the back of my legs. The string of my panties dug into my skin where it was pulled tight. My excitement coated the inside of my thighs. My breasts ached. My pussy was hot and ready.

The head of Gabe’s cock nudged inside and I could feel that, too. The stretch, the anticipation, the need to be filled overwhelmed me.

“We’ll take this slow.”

No. I could finally feel. I didn’t want slow.

“Please don’t hold back.”

“Honey, it’s gonna be—”

“Please, Gabe. I need this to be real.”

“Real?”

“I need you to be you. I need everything you can give me. Don’t hold back.”

I wasn’t sure I was making sense. I wasn’t even sure what I was asking for. I just knew that I wanted to get lost in the pleasure Gabe could give me and I didn’t want to think about it. I wanted out of my damn head.

Gabe groaned a curse and in one hard thrust drove his cock so deep I came up on my toes.

“Oh, God.”

Without giving me a moment to catch my breath Gabe set a punishing pace. Driving in and out so hard my neck arched back and I chanted his name. Or maybe I was speaking in tongues and babbling nonsense .

My body was trembling, Gabe showed no signs of slowing, his grip on my hips bruising.

“You gonna give me what I need?”

“Anything,” I blurted out.

“Fuck,” he grunted and slammed into me harder. “Put your hand between your legs.”

I twisted to do his bidding, causing the comforter to chafe my nipples. I felt that, too.

Finally, freaking finally.

I shoved my hand between my legs and it was met with his. Gabe guided my hand lower until my spread fingers brushed the shaft of his cock as it slid in and out.

“Feel how wet you are?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“You want real?”

“Yes.”

“You want all of me?” he snarled.

There was a moment of indecision. A millisecond of doubt. If this wasn’t all of him I wasn’t sure if I could handle more. But being as I was no longer in my right mind, the thought dashed away as fast as it came.

“All of you,” I confirmed.

His hand over mine flexed.

“What if I told you I wanted to redden your sweet ass while I watched my cock fuck you?”

My pussy spasmed at the obscene visual my mind conjured up.

Gabe groaned loud and long.

“Christ, your pussy likes that idea.”

He had no clue.

“And if I wanted to pull out, order you to your knees so I could watch you suck my cock, would you do it?”

Another filthy scene played out in my mind and hurled me to the edge of oblivion.

“Yes, I’d suck your cock,” I told him.

Later, much later, I’d wonder who had taken over my thoughts. Who was this woman who not only liked the idea of sucking Gabe’s cock but was ready to ask if that could happen immediately? Evette London wasn’t wild, she didn’t dirty-talk, she didn’t want her ass spanked.

But this person did. This woman was currently on fire with desire and would do anything Gabe asked.

Danger.

I was in danger of losing myself in a man who had expressly said there would be no future.

Then suddenly Gabe’s cock was gone and I was roughly lifted upright. After that, I was sailing through the air. I landed on the bed and Gabe was over me in a flash.

“Look at me.”

A coarse, rough demand that had me blinking as I took in my new circumstances.

The bedside lamp gave enough illumination I could see Gabe’s deep brown irises as they locked with mine.

What was going on?

I didn’t get a chance to ask before Gabe slowly slid back inside of me. This time his pace wasn’t bruising, it was dizzying.

“Knees high, honey.” His tone was no longer coarse but strained.

“I want to look at you while you’re taking my cock,” he answered my unasked question. “And I want you to know whose cock you’re taking.”

As if I could forget.

Gabe lowered his mouth to my neck and I tilted my head to the side, loving the way his tongue felt as it glided from my throat to my ear.

“Touch me, honey.”

I let go of the quilt and touched Gabe for the first time. With permission to roam, my hands didn’t miss a single spot. Shoulders, back, ribs, everywhere I could touch. Muscles bunched under my palms, soft skin over hard ridges.

Glorious.

If Gabe fucking me from behind was rough and dirty, this was sweet and sensual.

Slow rolls of his hips, soft kisses on my neck.

With every grind of his pelvis on my clit I was lulled into a false sense of security.

I thought this was the more Gabe had been talking about.

I had no clue that what was to come would shatter me.

Ruin me. There’d never be another man on the planet who would ever compare.

Gabe’s lips moved up to my cheek, one hand slid under me and gripped my bottom, while his other hand went into my hair and fisted a handful.

“Now you’re ready for real.” A guttural rumble caused my muscles to seize.

The pads of his fingers bit deeper into my flesh, his fist in my hair twisted, and his mouth brushed across my cheek until it met mine.

And since my lips were parted his tongue surged in and immediately started to plunder.

Gabe didn’t kiss me, not in any sense of the word I’ve ever known.

He savagely took what he wanted, leaving me to helplessly give him…

well, everything. Since that was what he’d demanded I give.

Our tongues tangled—desperate, wild, wet, and deep.

Throughout this soul-stealing kiss, Gabe didn’t quicken his thrusts.

If anything he slowed his hips, until I could feel the drag of his cock as he pulled out and the stretch as he pushed back in.

My ass was tilted off the bed and held up where he wanted.

The new angle meant he slid deeper, the swivel when he bottomed out meant to grind down on my clit.

A triple assault.

All of it beyond anything I ever believed possible.

Gabe broke the kiss but didn’t go far, nor did he loosen his hold on my hair when he dropped his forehead to mine.

Our breaths mingled, our moans blended, and our bodies rocked together.

I never felt closer to another person in my life. There was something weirdly erotic about breathing his air, feeling his sweat on my chest, knowing unequivocally I was taking his cock. And all of that meant I was giving him the same. My air, my body—and if I was being honest my heart.

Maybe not in a romantic way, the way lovers would. But I knew he’d always own a part of me. It was stupid and careless but I didn’t care. I wanted him to have it for always. I never wanted to forget what possession felt like.

“Ready to give me more?” he asked.

Holy, sweet, merciful Lord .

There was more ?

“Anything.”

I barely got the word out before Gabe showed me what more meant.

Strong, hard strokes, biting pain from him pulling my hair, firm hand on my ass. Gabe was relentless in his pursuit of more .

And when my body gave him what he was after he followed me into blinding, unparalleled pleasure.

Color exploded behind my eyelids, my pussy clutched his cock, my arms tightened around his back, and my neck arched until his forehead rested on my lips.

I tasted sweat, heard his long groan, and felt him release inside of me.

We laid there frozen in time as both of us caught our breath. But each second that ticked by meant reality crept back in. Slowly my brain started working and fear inched out the pleasure.

What had I done?