Chapter Twenty-One
Gabe
I bit my lip against the sparks firing across my vision and straight down my spine as Aubrey’s pussy clamped around my cock in her second orgasm of the morning.
I knew spending the night would be hard—sharing her bed, whispering to each other as we fell asleep, being able to feel her beside me, to hear her soft breaths as she slept.
She’d asked me to stay as a birthday present to her, but I was the one getting the gift.
This piece of her I shouldn’t be allowed, which meant it was better if I never got it again.
But waking to her rubbing her ass against my crotch made it impossible not to want this every morning.
I’d laid the towel down, slid off her panties, and spooned her from behind, letting her sink herself onto me and take what she needed. Unlike yesterday, one orgasm didn’t seem to be enough, and even after two, she was still bearing down, arching her back to grind her ass into me.
I didn’t know if this was the period cramps or something else, and I didn’t care. My body was hers.
As I rubbed the wildflowers tattooed on her thigh, obsessed with her smooth skin, she reached for my hip to pull me deeper.
I groaned by her ear. “You want me to thrust?” I’d been letting her guide the movement, not wanting to go too rough if she was sensitive. But the way she circled her pelvis made me think she craved friction.
She jerked her head in a nod. “Start slow, but—God, yeah…”
I rolled my hips in one smooth motion, pulling out and sinking to the hilt, my balls grinding against her ass while my head rubbed deep inside.
I did it again and again, slow and steady, bracing my foot on the bed and holding her to me with a hand on her soft belly.
Her inner muscles contracted again, and her head rolled forward on her pillow.
“There you go, sweetheart, let it come. I got you.”
“Gabe. Oh—”
Her hand clasped my waist, pulling me so I was practically on top of her, driving her into the bed.
“God, baby.” She felt unreal. Her body beneath mine seemed to glow in the bright morning light, her skin shining with sweat.
I brushed her hair from the side of her face so I could watch her fall apart.
Between her parted lips, deep moans, and rhythmic pulses, it was enough to send me over the edge.
When I could finally move again, I pulled out and tied off the condom, wrapping it in some tissues she kept beside her bed. Then I rolled onto my back to catch my breath, making room for her against my chest. I’d get up for a washcloth in a minute.
She didn’t seem in any more of a hurry as she snuggled close, checking the towel was still in place beneath her. “Was that my present?” she asked, walking her fingers over the slick skin of my chest.
My abs contracted as my lips rose. “No. That was just fun.”
Something about saying it felt wrong. Not because it wasn’t true. Sex with Aubrey was always fun. More than any sex I’d had before.
But it was more than that too. Personal in a way most of the sex I’d had before hadn’t been. It was the “just” that felt wrong.
Aubrey wasn’t “just” anything.
She propped her chin on my chest with a glint in her eye. “So when do I get my real present?”
“Depends. What are your birthday plans?”
“Not much. I’ll get drinks with Evan later. The last few years, I was always working, so that’s been my go-to.”
I frowned. “You don’t want to do more?” It was Saturday, the weather was supposed to be perfect, and she didn’t have to work. I didn’t believe for a second she’d rather spend the day alone at home than do something fun.
She shrugged. “Jase and the guys are working, and so is Evan most of the day. He’s trying to put himself in a good position for this promotion that might happen, and I don’t want to get in the way of that.”
I scrutinized her face, trying to figure out if that was what she thought she was doing when she asked others for anything—getting in the way.
I knew why she might feel that way with her parents, but I never expected she’d worry about it with Evan.
Especially on a day traditionally meant to celebrate her.
She deserved that celebration. Something easy and fun to let her feel special.
“We could do something,” I suggested.
“Don’t you train on Saturdays?”
“I’ll train a few hours this morning, and then we’ll do something for the rest of the day.”
We’d basically handled my cardio. Even lazy morning sex got the heart rate up. Plus, Noah was packing for training camp, which meant I didn’t have anyone to spar with. Until I figured that out, I could afford one light day.
And this felt more important. Making sure her day was filled with laughter, letting it be a break from the frustration and strain work had been for her lately. Letting her feel just an echo of the positive impact her existence had on others.
“I promise, you won’t be in the way,” I said at her look of uncertainty.
“If I say yes, will I get my present sooner?”
I smiled with feigned reluctance, the rest of me settling into a quiet glow. “Fine. You’ll get it when we get to the gym.”
She beamed and shot from the bed. “I’ll go shower.”
My laughter followed her out of the room.