Page 30 of Gabe (Blue Team #2)

Evette made a noise that was somewhere between a moan and plea, the sound so hot my cock throbbed. Not since never had I finished one round, stayed hard, and was ready to go again. Not once. Not ever. Only for Evette.

She made the sexy mewing sound again and all my good intentions flew out the window.

Need took root. I’d just had her but I was starving for more. I couldn’t get enough.

I broke the kiss, twisted, dropped to my side, then rolled to my back, and settled Evette astride me. Her hand went to my chest and she blinked rapidly before her eyes widened.

“That was impressive.”

No, what was impressive was the way Evette’s pussy hugged my cock, refusing to let go.

“Shirt off. Bra, too.”

Evette didn’t dally, and once they were off and tossed away, I didn’t either.

I knifed up, caught her nipple in my mouth, and with one swipe of my tongue it pebbled.

I moved to the other one, touched it with the tip of my tongue, and circled her beaded nipple before I gave it a nip and her pussy convulsed.

Good Christ.

Glorious.

“Ride me, honey. ”

Evette pulled up slow and I gritted my teeth when her downward glide was just as slow.

“Ride me, Evette.”

Her head tipped forward and a saucy grin curved up her lips. She shook her head.

“Yes, honey, faster.”

“Oh no, baby, your turn.” She peeled my hands off her hips and threaded our fingers together, suspending them between us. “Just watch.”

Jesus.

Evette pushed herself up until she only had the tip of my cock and asked, “You wanna touch me, don’t you?”

My body locked and my muscles strained as I felt my blood run hot.

“Evette,” I warned.

“You wanna take over.”

“Evette.”

“But you’re not gonna. It’s your turn to watch. To feel. To let go.”

She dropped down hard and fast.

“Oh, yeah,” she moaned. “Watch me take you, Gabe. Trust me to give you everything you need.”

War waged inside of me. A battle between her slick heat engulfing my cock and my need to be in control. Something that I couldn’t fight against when I was close to Evette.

“Take it,” I grunted, ignoring the conflicting thoughts running through my mind. I could of course overpower her. I could pull my hands free, grip her hips, and drill up into her until her eyes glazed over and she forgot about her demand.

But I didn’t.

And when she stared down at me with soft eyes I knew—fucking knew straight down to my bones—I’d give her whatever she wanted. Whatever she wanted to give me I’d take.

“Need you to move, honey.”

“You’re…you’re really gonna give me this?”

Her breathy voice hit me full-on and if I had any doubts, just hearing the wonder in her voice would’ve made me cave.

“Told you, I’ll give you everything you need. You want me to lie here and watch. I’ll watch you take me, but, honey, the only way I’m gonna beat back my need is if you fuck me. So I need you to get on that and do it now.”

Evette didn’t delay.

She rode my cock hard and fast. Each glide, slide, and swivel was beautiful torture. Every groan, mew, and gasp the sweetest fucking pain. My fingers itched to tease and coax. My hands ached to guide and touch.

Jesus fuck, agony mixed with intense pleasure.

“Gabe,” Evette panted.

“Harder.”

Evette slammed down harder, her tits swayed and bounced, the sight so goddamn hot I clenched my jaw. It wasn’t just the sight of her tits, it was her hooded eyes, parted lips, snug, tight, wet heat squeezing my cock that had me on edge.

“I need…”

Breathless.

Beautiful.

“What do you need, honey?”

“More.”

Fuck yeah .

“Lean forward. Put your hands on the headboard.”

Evette instantly complied. I lifted my head off the pillow, pulled her nipple into my mouth, and sucked deep, giving her the edge of my teeth. Her pussy spasmed. There it was. I pulled off, moved to the other, and bucked up to meet her downward glide.

“More?”

“Yes,” she hissed.

Her head fell forward. A blanket of silky hair curtained around us, and then I was completely surrounded in Evette. Encased. Enveloped. Enclosed.

“Get yourself there fast, honey, or I’m taking over.”

“Al…most,” she moaned.

Almost wasn’t good enough. She was close but I was closer.

A low hungry noise rumbled from the back of Evette’s throat. Her head flew back, taking with it all that soft hair, and her pussy clamped around my cock so damn hard she took me with her.

And that was when I’d had enough. My hands went to her hips, slid around until I had two handfuls of ass, and my fingertips dug into her flesh. I bucked up and I knew I hit the spot when she groaned and rocked herself harder.

“So good. So, so good, baby.”

Evette ended the ‘baby’ on a long, soft whimper. That slammed into my chest, the feel of hearing her call me baby in that sweet breathy voice felt damn near as good as what she was doing to my cock.

I wasn’t letting that feeling go. I wasn’t letting her go. I was prepared to fight.

There was no going back. No doubt. Evette London was all fucking mine and I was keeping her.

My hands skimmed over the swell of her ass, up her back, feeling her hair and warm skin under my palms, and finally, I pressed in, bringing Evette down to my chest. Her face went to my throat and her tongue flicked out and she hummed her approval.

“You taste good.”

I didn’t tell her she tasted better.

I let my hand glide and roam, no longer questioning how I felt, why I felt it, or what it was about her that made me feel it. Instead, I simply enjoyed it. Strike that, I wasn’t simply enjoying anything. I was fully entrenched in all things Evette and happy to be there.

“Thank you.”

Before I could process her gratitude and the near-painful throb emanating from the left side of my chest Evette proceeded to dig herself so far under my skin I knew she’d be there for the rest of my life.

“I think I’m in love with you.” Evette’s words were whisper-soft but my reaction was not.

My body went solid and my breathing labored.

“I know that sounds crazy. I know it’s too soon.

However, I know what I feel. I’m scared.

So, so scared to fall more in love with you, then have to leave.

But I wanna take a chance even if it means in the end I walk away shattered. ”

Fucking hell.

I think I’m in love with you.

I let that sear deep then I concentrated on Evette’s breathing. Hers was evening out, mine was not. Each inhale was labored. Each exhale burned. The weight of her draped over me, heavy but not a burden.

But I wanna take a chance even if it means in the end I walk away shattered.

No way in fuck was she walking away but I’d save that conversation for another time.

Right then all that mattered was she’d agreed.

She was taking a chance and that was all I needed.

The rest would come. I’d make sure of it.

I put that out of my mind and decided it was time to give her more.

But before that, we had something important to discuss.

“Took you without a condom, honey, twice.”

Evette stiffened, then she went solid and sucked in an audible breath.

I gave her a squeeze and continued, “I’ve never gone without a condom. I have regular physicals and never had one come back not clean. So what I’m saying is, all’s good on my end. You on birth control?”

Her response was to pull her face out of my neck and lift her head off of my shoulder.

This was partly unfortunate because I lost her mouth at my throat and I seriously liked her lips on me.

It also meant I lost the scent of her hair which I seriously liked as well.

The only good part about her change of position was she was fucking beautiful, and lying there with my cock still semi-hard inside of her, her pretty face in view and her gorgeous eyes looking down at me, made up for the loss of her lips.

Her face was also soft and relaxed and I liked that, too.

“Never?” she whispered.

I took a guess she was referring to me never taking a woman bare and not my negative STD tests and answered, “Never.”

“Neither have I,” she returned. “And I’m on birth control.”

I waited a moment for the relief to come that she was protected, then I waited another beat.

Yet it never came. I hadn’t been holding my breath waiting for an answer.

I hadn’t felt dread in the pit of my stomach at the possibility she could be pregnant.

I wouldn’t say I was disappointed she was on birth control but neither could I say I was worried.

And that was something I wasn’t going to think about.

“Go clean up, honey. We need to talk then I want another go.”

“Another go?”

Wide-eyed and breathy.

Fucking hell, she was cute.

“Need a few minutes, which is good because we need to talk, but, yeah, another go.”

Evette poked my chest and narrowed her eyes when she asked, “Are you real?”

Shit, yeah, she was cute.

“Yep.”

“You sure you’re a man and not a machine?”

Wide-eyed, breathy, and full of wonder.

Oh, yeah, she was damn cute.

“Go clean up, honey. Not a fan of tasting myself and I wanna eat you before I fuck you.”

Evette lost the soft haze in her eyes but it was replaced with open hunger. I didn’t need a few minutes before my cock was ready for round three, though there were things I needed to tell her.

“Are you serious?” she moaned and swiveled her hips.

Hot, sleek, and drenched. It was the wetness between her legs that had my cock twitching.

Knowing I’d taken her bare and it was my come combined with her excitement leaking ignited a whole new feeling of possessiveness.

And I didn’t give one single fuck it probably made me a knuckle-dragging caveman.

“Ignore it and hop off.”

She hesitated then thankfully did as I asked and rolled off the bed. With an over-the-shoulder glance, her eyes swept my frame, and with easy-to-read appreciation, she smiled and strutted her perky ass to the bathroom.

It took more effort than I cared to admit not to pull her right back into bed and take care of my raging hard-on.

I couldn’t say I’d never gone three rounds in one night, however, I needed time between each go.

But not with Evette. A kiss, a look, a swivel of her hips—that was all it took for her to get me ready.

Something we would be exploring in the future—how many times and how fast she could get me hard in one night.

But unfortunately, that was going to have to wait.

She said she’d give me a chance, she’d done it openly, and she was honest. Now I needed to repay that and give her what she needed to get to know me.

This was not a conversation I’d ever had with anyone.

I wasn’t entirely sure how to have this particular conversation.

But what I did know and would do was tell her everything.

Far too soon Evette was walking toward the bed.

It was too soon because my erection had not yet gone away, and watching Evette naked and in perfect command of her long, lean frame did not help the cause.

Add in her full tits on display, the sway of her hips, and not only did the sight not help, but it also had my cock throbbing.

Not good.

We needed to talk.

Or more aptly, I needed to talk, she needed to listen.

Evette stopped by the bed. Her gaze dropped to my lap and she smiled.

“You said we needed to talk,” she said without looking at me.

And without taking her eyes off my cock.

“Yep.”

“Then you might wanna put that thing away if you want me to comprehend, retain information, or participate.”

“I’m not sure He appreciates being called a Thing .”

Her gaze slowly lifted to mine and I swear to Christ my chest started to burn. That fast—the second our eyes met the oxygen in my lungs caught fire.

She didn’t look cute, open, playful, beautiful, or any of the other ways she’d looked since I met her. Happy didn’t cover it either.

What she looked was taken—by me.

But more, she was smiling down at me like I was hers .

Like she’d claimed me.

Like she knew she owned me.

And fucking hell, I loved that.