LAUREN

 

“Well,” I said as soon as the jeep’s door shut. “Your dad was talkative.”

Hamish Thornton had barely said more than two words to either Gabe or me during the entire dinner conversation. Gabe laughed as he pulled onto the road and it warmed me. He had been quiet during dinner too.

“To be fair,” he said. “Billie doesn’t give him much of a chance. Or anyone else for that matter.”

I reached over and covered his hand on the gear stick. “You okay?”

He nodded, keeping his eyes on the road. “Just brings back memories.”

“You want to talk about it?”

He shook his head and moved his hand back to the steering wheel, knuckles turning white as he gripped. He swallowed and turned to me, a smile replacing the sadness that was there before. “There’s really only one thing I want to do right now and with Billie having planned our entire evening, I’m not sure when I’m going to get the chance.”

“Well, I have to admit the dinner kind of changed my urgency for that.”

“Damn that Billie,” Gabe cursed, then laughed.

“Her fashion show sounds interesting,” I said, barely containing my smile. I held my hands up like Billie did, displaying an imaginary billboard. “Winter in Summer by Billie August,” I mocked in the same hushed and reverent tone as Billie had.

Billie had informed us over dinner that she was launching her own fashion label called Billie August. Where the August had come from, I had no idea. At school, she had been known as Willa Peterson. She had explained the concept for her first collection as fur, skin and lace and I had no idea what that meant.

Gabe rolled his eyes. “We will have to make sure we leave before then.”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. It almost sounded alright. Just think of the fun we’d have watching models strut their stuff in a style of clothing I can’t even begin to imagine.”

Gabe reached across and took my hand, brushing his lips across my knuckles as he often did. “Thank you for tonight. I know it was weird.”

I nodded solemnly. “Weird is certainly one word for it,” I said, my mouth splitting into a wide grin.

Hamish and Billie were waiting in the kitchen when we arrived. Hamish had removed his jacket and loosened his tie. He held a glass of whiskey in his hand.

“Shall we?” He swept his arm towards the lounge area, the cubes of ice clinking in the glass.

Gabe held up a finger. “Would you just give us a couple of minutes? I desperately need to discuss something with Lauren.”

A look of worry passed over Billie’s face. “I hope everything is okay?”

Gabe threw her a winning smile as he took my hand and led me up the stairs. “Everything is wonderful. I just need a minute or two. Back soon. Pour me a whiskey, no mixer, just ice.”

Gabe pulled me into the bedroom and shut the door. “Is everything okay?”

“Take it off,” he said, nodding to my dress as he hopped on one foot, yanking his shoe off the other.

“Now?”

“Seriously,” Gabe said, fumbling with the zipper of his pants. “I can’t wait any longer.” His pants dropped to the floor and he stepped out of them, tugging his shirt over his head and coming to me with nothing but socks adorning his body.

“Gabe!” I exclaimed as he reached behind me and undid the zipper, leaving me standing before him in nothing but lacy underwear and high heeled shoes.

“Perfect,” he said, stepping back so his eyes could travel over my body.

I was surprised to see how ready he was. His cock stood tall and eager, even though I hadn’t touched him. With desire beginning to warm my insides again, I started to slip one of my shoes off but Gabe stopped me.

“Leave them on.” He walked forward and pressed me to the wall, sliding downwards until he was kneeling. “Now, let’s see if we can’t get you as wet as you were before.” He leaned forward and licked the fabric that shielded me from him. The smoothness of his tongue combined with the roughness of the lace created a friction that sent shivers of anticipation through me. Gabe paid careful attention to what he was doing, deliberately teasing me with long slow licks and gently sucking me. I opened my legs wider as he pulled the underwear aside and inserted a finger, gently massaging until I began to groan and my legs felt weak.

“I need to lie down before I fall down,” I panted.

Gabe reached up and held me firmly against the wall, my words only intensifying his attention. When he grew frustrated with the material between us, he pulled my underwear to the floor and sat back on his heels, stroking himself with one hand while finger fucking me, his bottom lip caught between his teeth, his eyes stuck on his fingers as they slowly moved in and out. I watched him as he pleasured himself, surprised by how much it turned me on. Gabe’s breath started to hitch as his hands moved faster. The further they plunged into me the harder he worked himself. After minutes of torture when all I wanted was to have his throbbing hardness inside me, he brought his mouth back to my wetness and used one hand to once again pin me against the wall, while the other still stroked his cock. My legs turned to jelly as his tongue moved faster and faster, bring me closer to the edge. I threaded my fingers through his hair as he tilted his head, gaining more access and inserting his tongue deep inside. I gasped when I came and Gabe latched on, sucking my clit as the pulses of pleasure rippled through me. And then, without any warning, he stood, let go of himself, his cock hard and strong and upright, and turned me so I faced the wall.

“My turn,” he whispered.

He held the cheeks of my backside apart, groaned with desire and then plunged into me hard, slamming me against the wall. Reaching around my body, he took my hands and stretched my arms high and wide on the wall, pulling back so only the tip of him stayed inside me. He held me like that, thrusting in and out as he pleased, my breasts squashed against the wall each time he drove into me. The urgency and forcefulness of his desire ignited another wave of pleasure and we came together, my front pressed against the wall, my rear covered by Gabe’s hot and sticky body. He came so hard I felt the force of each spurt. It seemed forever before his hardness finally softened and he pulled himself from me.

Turning me back around, he gently held his lips to mine. “Thank you,” he murmured. “I needed that. Now I might be able to relax and enjoy drinks. Then again, my father will be there.” He flopped back on the bed and, even though I had just come twice, the image of him lying there excited me. I climbed on top, pressing my wetness against him and pressing my cheek to his chest. With a contented sigh, Gabe run his fingers lightly over my back. He lay there for a few moments until I felt him twitch beneath me.

“Seriously?” I said, sitting up.

His cock swelled a little more. “Don’t do that,” he said once I was sitting upright. “That just makes it worse.” He lifted his arms and looked at his watch. “Do you think they’d notice if we were a little longer?”

I climbed off him and walked into the bathroom, calling over my shoulder. “You’re insatiable.”

“Only around you,” he called back.

Gabe joined me in the bathroom and we cleaned ourselves before hurriedly slipping back into our clothes.

“Gable?” The faint sound of his father’s voice drifted up from below.

Gabe hurried to put on his shoes as I tugged on my zipper.

“Gable?” his father called again, more urgent and demanding this time.

“Be right there,” Gabe called back. “You ready?” he asked, placing a quick kiss on my forehead and tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear.

I was feeling dishevelled and flushed but I had no choice but to nod. Gabe grabbed my hand and we ran down the stairs, laughing quietly between ourselves as we heard Billie asking, “What on earth are they doing up there?”

We rounded the corner of the stairs to find Hamish and Billie joined by two dark haired men. Gabe stopped in his tracks and I bumped into him.

“Jake!” he exclaimed and rushed forward to bear-hug one of the men. “What are you doing here? I thought you weren’t arriving until tomorrow?”

Jake and Gabe clapped each other on the back, a wide smile spread across Gabe’s face. Jake had changed from the last family photo. His hair had grown and he sported a full beard. He looked nothing like I imagined. For some reason, when I heard he was returning from his post with the army, I had automatically expected him to have razor cut hair and be dressed in a camouflaged uniform. Jake’s frame engulfed Gabe’s. He was a large man and reminded me of a cross between a Dothraki warrior and Tarzan. Rugged, wild and untamed.

My eyes shifted to the man standing beside them. Tyler looked just like he did in the portrait only, it somehow didn’t do him justice. I had never seen such a classically handsome man. He wore jeans and a t-shirt, though somehow, it still gave the impression of a fitness magazine cover. Unlike the unruly hair of his brother, Tyler’s dark hair was perfectly styled, too perfectly styled. His jaw was set in a hard line and dark eyes met mine from above perfectly chiselled cheekbones. He appeared as though he was amused as his eyes ran over me and I took a step back.

If Gabe was an angel, then Tyler was the devil.

His mouth curved slightly as he noticed my discomfort. “Jake decided we should travel down tonight, rather than spend the night at my apartment in the city,” he said, still looking at me with an amused smirk.

“Well, I’m pleased you did,” Hamish replied.

Gabe, having untangled himself from the brotherly embrace stepped back to my side. “Tyler.” He nodded at his eldest brother.

“Gabe.” Tyler nodded back.

“I’d like you both to meet my girlfriend, Lauren. Lauren, these idiots are my brothers, Jake and Tyler.”

Tyler shook my hand politely while Jake stepped forward and engulfed me in another bear-like hug. I felt so small.

“Well, you’re a surprise,” Tyler said. “I didn’t know my kid brother had a girlfriend.”

“There are a lot of things you don’t know about me,” Gabe bit back.

Hamish stood between his sons and once again swept his hand towards the lounge. “Shall we start with a drink?”

“Perfect,” Gabe muttered. Jake clapped him on the back again and they walked together into the lounge.

As I stepped to follow, Tyler’s fingers on my wrist stopped me. Just the slight touch of his skin against mine sent shivers down my spine. I tried to shake it off, blaming Gabe and my recent encounter in the bedroom as the reason I was so sensitive to his touch.

“Lauren, is it?” he asked, his voice low and quiet.

I nodded, my body frozen and all my awareness focused on where his fingers burned against my flesh.

He waited until the others had moved into the lounge and then let my wrist fall, stepping behind me. His hand swept my hair across my back and over my shoulder. “I’m not certain what the custom is in your household,” his hand trailed down my back and tugged at my zip, “but here, in the Thornton household,” he pulled my zipper up to the neckline, “it is customary that we finished getting dressed before we come down the stairs.”

Heat flared up my cheeks as Tyler walked past and joined the others in the lounge, not even glancing back to see if I followed.