Page 59 of Mr. Infuriating (Mister #1)

Gabe

“Are we still okay to go without a condom?” I asked as I climbed up her body.

She nodded her head. “My shot is good for another month.”

I knew it was risky, not taking my own advice and wrapping my shit up tight, especially with how badly I knew she wanted a baby.

But I trusted her.

And if she ended up pregnant… I guess we’d cross that bridge if we came to it.

We’d cross that bridge if we came to it? Who the fuck are you?

I honestly wasn’t sure anymore.

Not like I complained as I slid my cock inside her wet heat, and she wrapped her arms around me.

She felt like heaven, and I never wanted to come back down to earth.

I moved slowly because I knew it wouldn’t take much for me to blow my load.

“I’ve missed you, baby.”

“Hard and dirty, remember? No feelings!”

Too late.

I kept that to myself as I plunged deeper inside her heat.

The smell of her shampoo and body lotion and the sound of her arousal and tiny noises filled my senses as I stared down at her while slowly moving in and out of her pussy .

“You are so beautiful.”

“Dammit Gabe, fuck me!”

It was hard to say no to that.

I dropped to my knees and gripped her hips; her tits bounced as I pistoned into her.

“You feel so fucking good.”

Her pussy seemed to grip my cock. and my spine tingled while my balls drew up. After one last, deep thrust, I held her tight against me as I came so hard I felt lightheaded.

Dropping down so my body covered hers, I carefully distributed my weight in order to not crush her while I held her against me.

Gretchen is here, in my bed.

A smile escaped me as I let out a long, contented sigh.

I love you.

I immediately followed that thought with, Oh, that’s not good.

****

Gretchen

Gabe came back from the bathroom with a towel and cleaned me up. After he tossed it toward a door that I assumed was his closet, he returned to bed and pulled me into an embrace.

His familiar scent washed over me, and I tried not to be too obvious as I took a deep breath in. Being in his arms made me feel safe. Something I didn’t always feel as a single woman, even in my own home in a small town. Probably because I watched too many true-crime mysteries.

We were quiet as we snuggled in our post-coital bliss, and soon I heard soft snoring sounds coming from him. I started to feel drowsy, too, and knew I needed to get up and go back to the guest room where Jake was fast asleep.

As I gently tried to move his arm from around my waist, he immediately tightened his hold and whispered, “Stay with me. Please.”

God, I was tempted. I knew I’d sleep soundly next to him.

Probably too soundly.

“I can’t. If Jake wakes up, he’s in a strange place, I need to be there, so he doesn’t get scared. Besides the last thing I want is to do the walk of shame in front of Brittany.”

“Britt will sleep until I make her get up in the morning. But I understand you need to be there for Jake. I’ll pick up a baby monitor tomorrow, so you don’t have to worry.”

“I have one, but shouldn’t I be back in my house tomorrow night?”

He sputtered, “I mean, yeah. Probably. I just thought in case Henry can’t get to your house for a couple of days, it’d be good to have.”

“Let’s see what he says tomorrow, after you play the professional courtesy card.”

“Of course.”

I swung my feet to the floor and surveyed the room for my nightshirt .

Gabe also got up and put on his pajama pants. They hung low on his hips, and staring at his bare chest made me reconsider leaving.

“You better stop looking at me like that,” he growled, “or I’ll haul you back to bed for Round Two.”

I feigned offense as I pulled the nightshirt over my head.

“How am I looking at you?”

“Like I’m a midnight snack.”

Strutting to where he stood by the bed, I threw my arm around his neck and stared into his eyes when I replied, “Oh, baby. You’re the whole damn meal.”

The bastard grinned at me as he dropped a kiss to my forehead and said, “I know.”

****

Gabe

Going back to bed alone, knowing only a wall separated us, was torture.

More than once, I considered plucking her from where she was probably tucked in tight and hauling her back to my bed. I even got up once, but as I approached the door leading to the hall, thought better of it. I took a piss instead before going back to bed alone.

Not tomorrow night. Tomorrow she was falling asleep in my arms, and I was going to hold her all night long. If this thing between us had an expiration date, I wasn’t wasting a minute.