Chapter 24 LEXIE
LEXIE
The click of a door lock pulled me from my sleep.
I was a light sleeper, having never felt quite safe growing up.
I hadn’t lied to Bear earlier. No one had ever sneaked into my room or anything like that.
But I’d also never felt the security a person has in a place that’s truly their home. Not even in my own apartment.
I sat up, holding the sheet over my breasts as Bear turned to close and lock the door behind him.
Moonlight filtered through the porthole window, which was just enough light that I could admire the way his ass filled out his jeans.
I bit my bottom lip and rubbed my thighs together, nervous but also eager for what was to come.
After he’d left me earlier, I’d made a decision.
Tonight had thrown me for a loop. I was still trying to wrap my brain around the whole thing.
But one thing was for sure. If they had murdered me as a message to the Exiled Reapers, I would have died a virgin.
Although, Cyclops seemed like he had something in mind other than murder, and that terrified me as well.
Thank god they made me cook first, giving Bear enough time to save me.
But I didn’t want to think about what might have happened. Not when I’d forgone Bear’s t-shirt drawer and was laying naked in his bed.
He turned and jerked slightly before a grin spread across his face. “Did you wait up for me, pixie?”
I shrugged, letting the sheet slip down to my waist. “Something like that.”
He froze, his mouth forming an ‘O’ as he stared at my naked breasts. Okay, so far so good.
Bear cleared his throat and ran his hand through his beard, never taking his eyes from me. “You don’t have to do this, Lexie. I don’t have any expectations, and we can take things as slow as you want.”
I sighed inwardly. I’d waited my whole life to find someone who cared for me with the intensity Bear found in a week.
He ran headfirst into enemy territory to save me, then defended me in front of his brothers and my father.
I wasn’t waiting anymore. Not when my whole world could have ended in an instant.
“And if I don’t want to go slow?” I pushed up to my knees, allowing the sheet to fall completely.
Bear gulped, then shook his head with a smile. “Far be it from me to try to talk a woman out of what she wants.”
I nodded. “Good. Because I do know what I want, and it’s you.”
He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it across the room.
My eyes flared as I took him in. He’d been shirtless the last time I was in his bed, but it was darker then and I didn’t get to appreciate him like I could now.
He was muscular, but also thick. This wasn’t a man who spent hours in the gym and downed protein shakes and raw eggs to craft the perfect male physique.
No, my guy was a tank built from hard work.
“You on birth control?” His eyes never left mine as he kneeled down to untie his boots.
“Yes,” I moaned. “Hurry up.” I ran my hands up and down my thighs, slowly inching toward my center.
“Nuh uh, Lexie. You said you wanted me, so hands off. That’s my pussy now.” He stood up, removing his jeans and kicking them to the corner. With his black boxer briefs left, he crawled onto the bed until he was in front of me.
“So fucking beautiful,” he whispered. “And all for me.” He reached one hand around my head and the other behind my back and yanked me close.
I gasped at the feeling of my naked body against him.
His hard cock pressed against my belly, and I slipped my hands into the back of his briefs, cupping his bare ass.
He groaned and buried his face in the crook of my neck.
“No one has ever had my back like you,” I whispered. “I’ve never felt so safe.”
He nibbled at my neck as his hand dipped between my legs.
“And you’ll always have that with me,” he rasped, rubbing against my folds.
“I’ll be the rock you can count on. I know it seems fast, but I’m a simple man.
I don’t play games. I avoid drama. When I find something I want, I go after it.
If I’m lucky enough to get it, I never let it go. ”
I gasped as he pushed a finger inside me, relishing in the feeling. “More,” I groaned, pushing his boxers down.
Bear chuckled. “Calm down, baby girl. You’ll get what you want, but you’re so fucking tight. If I were to take you right now, I’d wreck this sweet pussy and you wouldn’t be able to walk for a week. And I don’t think I could wait a week to fuck you again.”
“Fine,” I groaned. I pulled my hands from his ass and raised them to the back of his head. “Get me ready then.”
“As you wish.” He removed his finger and pulled back, a feral grin on his face. He laid on the bed, his head against the headboard.
“Come here and sit on my face.”
My breath caught in my throat, making an embarrassing squeak.
“Remember what I said last time? That I wanted to eat you out until I suffocated and you had to use CPR to revive me?”
Wetness pooled between my legs and I nodded. “Yeah, I remember.”
“Then get your gorgeous ass over here and sit. On. My. Face.”
I crawled to him, straddling my legs over his bare chest. His eyes darkened, and I squeezed my core.
“Keep scooting, pixie. All the way up.”
I took another deep breath and did as instructed, inching forward until my pussy hovered right above his mouth.
“That’s it, right there.” He grabbed my hips and yanked, and I squealed when his face reached my pussy. Holy crap. There was no room for embarrassment when my mind was completely focused on how good I felt. But I was grateful I’d recently opted to try the new customer special at the wax place.
I held on to the headboard and rocked my hips against him. His moans were muffled by my thighs. I’d thought he was joking about passing out, but now I wasn’t so sure.
His mouth and tongue were everywhere. Kissing, licking, devouring.
I panted heavily, grinding into him. I had no idea it would feel like this. My soft cries grew louder. Hopefully they had good insulation in these rooms, but if not, oh well. I couldn’t care about anything in that moment other than his mouth on me.
Nothing would stop us tonight. The clubhouse could have crashed around us and it wouldn’t have mattered. My core tightened and the pressure inside me grew.
His fingers tightened on my hips as his mouth zeroed in on my clit. He sucked and teased and nipped until I boiled over.
“Gabriel!” I screamed, my orgasm lighting me up like the Fourth of July. The shock waves spread through me and I collapsed backward, easing off his face to rest on his chest.
“So fucking beautiful,” he said, his smile glistening with my arousal. “Had enough for one night? Or do you want to keep going?”
As if I could stop now. I hopped off his chest and lay back on the bed, my legs bent and spread open. “What do you think?”
He snarled and flipped on top of me. His mouth covered mine and I tasted myself on his tongue. Maybe I should have been grossed out by that, but it just made me hotter.
“Please, Gabriel. I’m ready. I want to feel you inside me.”
He groaned, reaching a hand between us. “And I want that more than anything. But I’m not finished prepping you yet.”
He slipped a finger inside me, then quickly added another. They went in much easier than last time, which wasn’t a surprise given how wet and ready I was.
I arched against him, eager to take everything he’d give me. He added a third finger, and I bit my lip at the stretch.
“That’s it, baby girl. Just like that. Now I know you said you were on birth control, but I also want you to know I’m clean. I’ll wear a condom if you want. I don’t mess around with the bunnies and my previous—“
I put my hand over his mouth. “I trust you, and I don’t want anything between us.” I yanked on his boxers and he pulled them off, releasing his massive cock. I took a deep breath. He was big. I’d figured that from the bulge I’d felt earlier. This was going to hurt, but I was so ready for it.
He propped up on his elbows and his brown eyes found mine. “Before we do this, I want you to know that I love you, Lexie.”
My heart burst. “I think I love you, too.”
My eyes lowered and I stared into his eyes. His cock hovered between us, dripping precum onto my pussy.
“Same rules as before. You say stop and we stop. No explanation needed, and I’ll still be by your side in the morning.”
I nodded and brushed my lips against his. “The only thing I want you to stop is asking all these questions. I want this, with you, for as long as you’ll have me.”
“Then I hope you’re ready for forever, because that’s how long I plan to be with you.”
He eased the tip of his cock into my slick folds. He paused, taking his sweet time. I took a deep breath as he moved in another inch.
“You good?” He was torturing me. Stretching me slowly until I couldn’t think straight.
“Stop asking questions. I’m fine.”
“I don’t want to hurt you, baby girl.”
I wrapped my legs around his and pulled him closer. “Then stop stopping. Fuck me, Gabriel. Now.”
“Fuck,” he muttered and pushed all the way to my barrier.
“Oh!” I shouted, squeezing my eyes shut as the pain hit.
“Are you—“
“Don’t say it,” I panted, taking shallow breaths. “Just give me a second.”
He chuckled. “Got it. But I must say, your pussy is the sweetest thing I’ve ever felt. If you never want me to move again, I’ll die a happy man right here, locked into your sweet cunt.”
His filthy words set a new fire blazing, helping distract me from the pain.
“I’m good.” I squeezed my inner muscles and he groaned. “Now show me what I’ve been missing.”
He thrust into me, slowly at first but building up speed. I didn’t think I’d have another orgasm. I remembered the girls at school lamenting how terrible first times were. But when he reached down and played with my clit, I felt another one build.
“That’s it, Lexie,” he said as he pushed into me over and over. “Explode for me before I coat this sweet pussy in my cum.”
“Oh, god.” His words crashed me into overdrive and I came again. His pace quickened, growing more erratic until he shouted my name and I felt his hot release.
“Fuck, Lexie.” He closed his eyes and leaned against my head. “You are amazing.”
“Mmm,” I mumbled, unable to say anything. He kissed my cheek, my lips, peppering me over and over.
“Wait here.” He pulled out slowly, and I moaned at the loss. “Don’t worry, we’ll definitely do this again.” I watched his bare ass as he walked to the bathroom. I heard the water run and he came back with a damp washcloth.
“What are you—“
He sat in front of me and wiped my inner thighs.
“Oh, you don’t have to.” My breath caught as he reached the tender spot in the middle.
“I know I don’t have to,” he said as he gently wiped away the evidence of our love-making.
“But I want to take care of you. Tonight, tomorrow, and every day after.” He tossed the cloth into a laundry basket and laid next to me.
Gathering me into his arms, he kissed the top of my head. “I love you, Lexie.”
“I love you too, Gabriel.”