That animal heat is back in Gabe’s eyes. He holds me captive with his gaze, and his hands, as his orgasm nears.
Having his hard cock in my mouth is better than any wine or booze I’ve ever tasted. I crave his release as much as he does, because knowing I’m the one who does this to him is the greatest compliment he could ever give me.
His breathing speeds up, his body tenses, and his dick bulges against my tongue. I suck harder and swirl my tongue along the underside, concentrating on the back of the head in that spot that makes him a fucking madman.
He pulls my head toward him, forcing his cock further down my throat while still maintaining his controlling gaze and then roars as he empties himself. I swallow every spurt of hot cum and hum, knowing the vibrations will only drag his orgasm out further. He comes longer and harder than even I thought possible, his eyes eventually rolling back in his head and closing in bliss.
When his body finally stops spasming, he releases his grip on my hair, clutches his abdomen, and wobbles slightly. He slams his palm flat against the tile wall to steady himself while the other continues to hold his center. He opens his eyes and finds mine.
Damn. That look.
If I were wearing any panties, they would have melted off the moment his eyes locked with mine again.
Instead of looking satisfied, his stare screams that he’s about to do something really, really stupid considering he just got out of the hospital a day ago.
“Gabe…” I rise to my feet and move toward him. His chest and abdomen heave, and my eyes fall on the angry, red puffy skin there, reminding me of his weakened state. I know he’s in pain. He didn’t come that hard without the muscles in his abdomen contracting. Maybe I shouldn’t have blown him like that, but I’ve missed him so much, and I just wanted him to feel good after all the anguish he’s been in for the past two weeks.
I press my hand to the center of his chest, over his heart and just above the surgical site. “No, Gabe. Whatever you’re thinking, just no. It’s a bad, bad idea.”
He growls and tugs my face to his, stopping my mouth a mere hairsbreadth from his. “I don’t care how much it hurts, I need to do for you what you just did for me. I need to be inside you.” His mouth descends on mine before I can reply, and his cock presses into my stomach, already hard again.
Well, shit.
His words cause my already wet core to clench. Having his cock in my mouth has my body primed and ready to go. But there’s no way in fucking hell I’m going to let him risk his health just so I can get off. Even the sensuous assault on my mouth won’t convince me to set aside the very real danger to him.
I break away from his mouth. “No, you cannot and will not try to fuck me right now, Gabe.”
Humor glints in his eyes and he grins. “You’re right, I’m not going to try, I’m going to actually fuck you.”
With a scowl, I push away and step back, out of his immediate reach.
Fuck, it’s cold over here out of the water.
I shake my head. “No.”
His eyebrow quirks up. “Are you seriously saying no right now? Don’t try to deny you want me.”
“Jesus, Gabe, that isn’t the issue. Of course I want you to fuck me. I want you to shove me against the tile and pound into me from behind until I fucking scream and beg you to stop, but it’s not going to happen. Not today, and not anytime soon. Did you forget you just got shot and had major surgery to remove a fucking organ? You need to get better, and sex is not in the cards.”
He growls deep and low, like a wild animal giving off a warning. “Do you really expect me to be okay with not getting you off after you just made me come harder than a freight train?
Saying this is going to fucking kill me.
“Yes. And if you can’t keep your hands to yourself, I’m getting out.”
The anger boiling inside him reflects in his hard eyes. He’s pissed. It’s probably a huge slap in the face for me to deny him sex, but it’s for his own good.
“Well? Are you going to behave, or do I need to leave?”
Ha! Behave is not a word I would normally associate with Gabe.
I have little confidence in his willpower right now.
He closes his eyes and takes a breath. I’m sure he tries to hide it, but I catch the slight wince and crinkling around his eyes. Deep breaths don’t exactly feel good after having your abdomen sliced open.
When he opens them again, he gives me a small, tight smile. “Fine. I’ll behave.”
I step forward, returning to the hot spray and Gabe. The sadness and longing in his loving gaze actually makes my heart ache. “I’m sorry.”
“I told you to stop apologizing.”
To avoid the pain in his eyes, I turn my attention to lathering up the soap in my hands. “I know. Now, turn around so I can wash your back.”
He hesitates briefly before turning and letting the water hit his face and chest, giving me access to his strong, muscular back. I rub my palms across the taut flesh, working my way down to his tight ass then his long, powerful legs.
Gabe really is beautiful—a true work of art. The myriad of tattoos on his tan skin only add to the splendor of his form and accent every dip and valley of his toned muscles.
My pussy clenches again. I want his cock more than I want air right now, but I need to keep it together and be strong for both of us, ‘cause Lord knows, if I even hint at a crack in the armor, he will take advantage of my weakness.
The next few weeks are going to be a real struggle for both of us.
Skye is trying to kill me. I’m one hundred percent confident of that now. There’s no other explanation for why she tortured me with her mouth and hands in the shower and wouldn’t let me even touch her.
I contemplate the situation as she towels me off. Her breasts sway, and I bite back a growl. My cock starts to harden again. How that’s even possible after she sucked me off and then jerked me off is beyond my comprehension.
She glances at my semi and then up at my face. “Damn baby, keep that thing in control.”
I bend down and nip at her collarbone, and she laughs and pulls away, moving behind me to dry off my back.
“What was it you wanted to talk to me about?” The towel moves across my skin in slow circular motions, and fuck, it feels incredible.
Shit.
I totally forgot to tell her about my conversation with Savage. She distracted me with the promise of finally being clean and with orgasms.
“Savage came to see me today.”
Her hand stops midstroke, and she steps around in front of me again. Trepidation mars her beautiful face. “What did he say?”
“That he thinks I’m a manwhore—”
She growls. “Fucking asshole!”
“And that I am not good enough for you—”
Her lip curls and she clenches her fists. “Fucking prick!”
“But that he thinks we are perfect together.”
It takes a couple seconds, but her eyes eventually snap up to meet mine. “Wait, what?”
I grin at her and pull her into me for a short, sweet kiss. “He is okay with us being together.”
The confusion she’s no doubt experiencing is understandable. Savage made his feelings about us very clear from the moment he found out. Considering his temper and the way he tends to hold on to grudges, I hadn’t expected this change of heart either.
Maybe it’s Dani and the fact he’s going to be a father soon that ultimately led him to accept our relationship. Whatever it was, I don’t care. I’m not stupid enough to think our friendship will remain unaffected by this. We still lied to him and went behind his back. The sting of betrayal will linger there for a while, maybe forever. But, this is a huge step toward mending what was broken by our actions.
I just hope Skye can forgive Savage for his knee-jerk reaction and the things he said when he wasn’t thinking clearly or considering the repercussions.
“But why? What happened that he all of a sudden decided he no longer wanted to strangle you with his bare hands?”
Good question.
I chuckle and pull her to me. “To be honest, I’m not completely sure. He still seemed pissed when he got here, and I thought for sure he was going to tell me he wanted me out of the business. He said he had seen you leave this morning and asked if we were together now. I told him yes, and I was pretty confident there would be physical violence.” Skye chuckles and buries her face in my chest, wrapping her arms around me.
“Then he insulted me a few times, and I was ready to kick him out. But then it was like a switch flipped or something. He started telling me what a great friend I’d always been to him and how he trusted me with his life and Dani’s.” She squeezes me gently and places a kiss over my heart.
“And then he said if you had to be with someone, he was glad it was me.”
Skye pulls back and her brow wrinkles. “That’s it? That’s all he said?”
I shrug and then wince when pain shoots through my shoulder. She watches me intently. I know she saw that, but I’m not going to let her dwell on every time something hurts me by giving it voice. “Basically, yeah. He said that, then left.”
Her brow furrows. “Huh…well, it doesn’t sound like he’s thrilled. It sounds more like he’s resigned to the idea.”
“I’ll take that over fury or a freeze-out any day.”
It will take time to rebuild the friendship and trust I had with Savage, but at least the door is open now.
She sighs. “I guess. Do you think I should go talk to him?”
I shake my head and tilt her chin up so I can press my lips to hers. “Give him some time. He’ll talk to you when he’s ready.”
Instead of answering me, Skye responds by smashing her lips against mine fiercely.
I guess she’s happy about this turn of events.
My cock twitches between us, and she moans into my mouth before she pulls away and looks down at it.
“You are killing me slowly, you know.” Her eyes move up to meet mine, and I smirk. “How long do I have to wait until I can be inside you?”