That bitch named morning comes all too fast, and my alarm blares on my nightstand. I reach over without opening my eyes and slam my palm down on the snooze button before burying my face further into my pillow for another moment of peace.
The covers are nowhere to be found, making my plan to ignore life and go back to bed less enjoyable. I roll onto my side and open my eyes to an empty, cold bed.
He fucking left.
My heart sinks, and I almost curse him before the closed bathroom door and tell-tale sound of the shower running hits me. I inspect the room and see his jeans and shirt tossed haphazardly on the floor where he dropped them before we climbed into bed for rounds two, three, and four last night and this morning.
The dull ache between my thighs and my nakedness remind me of just how fucking amazing he is before a twinge of jealousy hits thinking about how he got that good.
Buzzing on my nightstand pulls me away from becoming the green-eyed monster, and I reach behind me to grab my phone.
I roll onto my back and close my eyes, bringing the phone to my ear. “Hello?”
“Skye? Why are you answering Gabe’s phone?”
My eyes fly open just as the bathroom door does.
Gabe appears in the doorway—water dripping down his tattooed, muscled torso and over that damn V thing that turns women to mush, to the tiny towel wrapped around his waist, barely hiding what I know is underneath.
He grins at me, and his eyes roam my body appreciatively. “Good morning. I hope I didn’t—”
I cover the phone and hiss, then mouth “Savage” to him.
His eyebrows shoot up, and he approaches the bed.
“Oh, hi, Savage. I’m not sure how I ended up with Gabe’s phone. I must have accidently grabbed it at the club last night when I stopped for a drink.”
All the color drains from Gabe’s face, and his body goes rigid. He stands by the side of the bed looking like his mom just caught him jerking off.
I climb up onto my knees and crawl across the bed to him.
“When did you come to the club? I left early, but I didn’t think Gabe was going to stay late.”
Shit.
“Uh, it was later, I don’t remember what time.”
“It’s unfortunate you grabbed the wrong phone because I need to speak with him…”
I’m only half-listening to Savage; it’s hard to pay attention to anything when Gabe’s glistening body is on display right in front of me.
A drop of water trickles from his shoulder down over his left pec, and I lean forward, catching it with my tongue and following the path up to suck on his shoulder blade. Having to see the fading hickey some other woman left on him isn’t exactly pleasant, but I can’t be too pissed about it, considering I haven’t exactly been a nun.
It’s time for me to stake my claim and leave my own marks on him.
Gabe shudders, and his body tenses. Warm, strong hands grab my shoulders and unsuccessfully try to push me away.
Oh, no you don’t.
I’ve fantasized for years about mapping his tattoos and body with my tongue, and we didn’t pause long enough last time for me to indulge.
“…he was supposed to meet me half an hour ago.”
“Hmm…” I hum against Gabe’s pec, slowly licking and nipping my way closer to his nipple. “You could try to call him on my phone. Hopefully he grabbed it thinking it was his.”
I glance up through my lashes and find Gabe eyeing me warily, not looking amused in the least by my explorations.
He needs to chill and have a sense of humor about this.
“Good idea, Skye, I’ll try that. Thanks.” The line goes dead, and I wrap my tongue around Gabe’s nipple ring and tug it between my teeth. He gasps and digs his fingers into my hair.
“Seriously, Skye…while you’re on the phone with your brother?”
I chuckle against his skin and tug his nipple sharply. A hiss escapes his lips, and he yanks my head back, attempting to dislodge me from his sensitive skin.
The tiny towel wrapped around his hips can’t hide his body’s response to me, and I grin in victory.
As much fun as I’m having, I relent when I hear the buzzing of another phone. I turn toward the sound and realize my phone must have fallen between the bed and nightstand last night.
With an awkward lunge across the bed, I reach down and grab it and toss it to Gabe.
“Hello?” He turns his muscular, tattooed back to me when he answers, and I can’t contain my chuckle.
I can’t believe he’s so worried. This is hilarious. Gabe needs to lighten up, and I know just what to do.
Try to ignore this.
“Yeah, we must have switched phones, I’ll be there in like, half an hour.”
I relax back against the pillows and spread my legs open, angling myself toward where Gabe stands.
The soreness I still feel from last night’s aerobics doesn’t deter me from my mission. I need to lick every single drop of remaining water off that man, and then, I am getting fucked this morning, and Gabe is going to forget about his concerns over Savage.
Savage is pissed, and I don’t blame him. I not only blew off the gym, I also completely forgot about our meeting this morning at the build site.
Fucking shit.
As if it’s not bad enough I fucked his little sister last night, I also blew him off this morning. “All right, Savage. Yeah, okay, like I said, I can be there in a half hour…”
I turn to search for my jeans and freeze. My already-hard cock jumps and strains against the loose confines of the towel.
Skye is spread eagle across the bed with her fingers buried inside her glistening pussy.
Oh, sweet fuck…
How the hell am I supposed to leave when she’s doing that?
“Uh, Savage? Make that more like an hour. I’m going to drop by Skye’s to grab my phone so I don’t have to deal with her friends texting me chick shit every five minutes.”
I end the call before he can respond and set the phone on the nightstand. Skye gives me a sultry, knowing look and pulls her fingers from inside her to rub them around her clit.
Premature ejaculation hasn’t been this close to reality since I was fourteen. Placing my knee on the bed, I shake my head and scowl at Skye. “You are fucking evil, woman.”
She shakes her head and sits up, shifting to her knees until she’s face to face with me. Her hand tugs on the towel lightly, and it falls, letting my erection spring free between us.
The look of satisfaction in her eyes sends a flurry of emotions through me—anger, fear, regret, pride, contentment, lust…and something else I can’t quite put my finger on.
Her tongue hits my skin again and, sweet fuck¸ she licks off each remaining drop of water—one at a time—roaming over my body with precise movements designed to drive me fucking insane.
I grasp her shoulders and try to bring her away from my body, but just like before, she resists me and works her way lower, toward my throbbing cock.
Last night was hard, fast, and hot as fuck, all three…no, four times. We didn’t take the time to breathe let alone for foreplay. The mere thought of where her mouth might be headed has my knees practically buckling.
She glances up at me when she reaches the appendage in question, and I watch, rapt, as she slides her tongue along the entire length, from root to tip, in one long, slow lick.
Sweet mother of all that’s holy…I shift my hands into her hair and try to keep from guiding her mouth over the head of my cock and jamming it down her throat like I so desperately want to.
Let her do it.
Her pink tongue flicks out, lapping up the bead of precum that’s been hovering there since she put her mouth on me.
Without further preamble, she slides the head through her plump lips and sucks me down.
Animalistic sounds wrench from deep in my throat, and my fingers tighten in her hair.
The heat of her mouth suctioned around my cock is indescribable. I won’t last long, and there’s no way I’m coming before her.
No fucking way.
I tug on her hair until I jerk her off my cock. She assesses me with confusion and lust clouding the blue of her eyes.
“What’s wrong?” Her tongue slides out across her wet lips, and I can’t help myself, I lunge at her, knocking her back on the bed.
She laughs and grabs my waist, but I kiss her quickly and then pull back off her.
“What are you doing? You can’t leave like that!”
I glance down at my straining cock and back at her with a grin. “I wasn’t planning on it, but you do not get to have all the fun.”
Her eyes widen, and I grasp her ankles and jerk her to the edge of the bed. I drop down to my knees and bury my face between her legs, not bothering with any of the torturous teasing she put me through.
I’m not that mean.
My first taste of her is everything I’ve dreamt it would be and more. My tongue searches her body, seeking the exact spot that will drive her insane right away. She bucks against me, grinding her pussy against my face. I slip two fingers inside her easily—she’s already dripping wet—and curl them upward into her flesh.
“Gabe, please…”
She begs and squirms and pants as I probe and search until I finally settle over her clit, sucking it between my lips with a growl.
Her thighs tense around my head, and I know her release is imminent. I increase the pressure, flicking my tongue over the tiny nub until she screams my name and arches toward the heavens.
I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.
Fucking perfect.
When she finally collapses back onto the bed, I pull away and sit back on my haunches. A moment later, her eyelids flutter open, and her gaze finds mine.
“Well, fuck.”
Her words are absolutely perfect. There’s no other way to sum up the situation.
What the fuck do we do now?
My aching cock tells me what needs to happen first, so I climb up on the bed and into her arms.