Chapter 18 – Gabe
GABE
I was right. When we came out of my room, everyone had stripped out of their wedding attire and into their comfortable clothes, except for the bride and groom.
The party lasted until well after two in the morning, and now we’re all going to be dragging ass at the breakfast table this morning before we get to cleaning up and changing shit over for Christmas tomorrow. But none of that matters right now.
Right now, I have a beautiful naked woman sliding down by body and settling between my legs.
I stretch my arms up and tuck them behind my head.
I don’t want anything obstructing this view.
The sight of my woman taking me into her mouth, while her eyes are fixed on mine—she’s watching me watching her—is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve seen in a long time.
“Jesus, your mouth feels amazing.” Her response is a groan, sending the vibration up my spine. “You keep humming like that, and this is going to be over way sooner than I had planned.” This time she smiles around my dick.
Her pace picks up while she works me with her hand. I’m not going to last long anyway. Deciding I don’t want this to end too quickly, or without being inside her, I reach under her arms and lift her body. My dick falls out of her mouth with a pop.
“Gabe, what are you … oh.” Her question dies on her lips the moment my cock thrusts up inside her.
“Ride me, Vixen.” She nods. I settle my hands on her hips and let her set the pace. Linzie starts out slow at first, adjusting herself until she finds her rhythm. Rocking her hips, she squeezes her muscles, clamping down, making us both groan.
“Damn, baby.”
“Mmm,” she hums. “I need more, Gabe. I can’t … I need …”
“I got you.” Gripping her hips with my hands, I push her down while simultaneously I’m thrusting up. “Grind, Linz. Rock yourself. Find your rhythm again.”
She nods, rocking and grinding, back and forth, while I move her body up and down over my shaft.
“I’m gonna come.”
“Do it. Let’s go, baby.” I pick up my pace, moving her body faster as she plants her hands on my chest to keep just the right pressure where she needs it. Her muscles clench, gripping me like a vice. One. Two. And over she goes. Her head’s thrown back, her eyes closed as she reaches her climax.
“Hold on.” I grunt. She plants her hands on my chest and starts grinding down on me again.
“I’ve got it from here, Pres.” She winks, then rolls her hips in a completely different pattern.
Holy fuck does that feel good.
“Keep doing that.”
“You seem to forget the part where I said I’m not one of your men and I don’t take orders.”
“That so?” Her cheeky smile falters when I flip us over, pinning her hips to the bed and begin plowing into her.
Fucking her hard and fast. Linzie’s whole body shakes beneath me.
Her breath is coming in pants. Bucking up against me, she comes hard.
Her inner walls clench around me. Tucking my arms under hers, holding her shoulders and curling my body over Linzie, I continue to pound restlessly into her wet heat.
“You’re going to come again.” It’s not a question.
Linzie’s head shakes back and forth. “Yes, you are. You’re going to do what you’re told, what your body wants, and you’re going to give me one more.
” I reach my hand between us, circling her clit with my fingertips.
Her body flutters around me one more time. “Fucking now, Linzie. Come!”
And come she does. I power into her. Fast. Hard. Over and over, and let myself go, spilling myself inside her. We lay panting, eyes closed, not saying a word, just enjoying the moment.
God, how I love this woman.
Linzie’s hand caresses my cheek. I open my eyes to find her watching me, and the words spill out of me.
“I love you, Linzie.” The words scraped past my throat, raw but certain.
“I didn’t think I could love anyone again.
But you … you came out of nowhere with your spitfire personality and breathed life back into my once barely beating heart.
I meant what I said before, Linz. This is real.
What we have—it’s special. A second chance at love doesn’t come around for everyone, and I want to grab hold of it with both hands and see where this ride takes us.
What do you say? You gonna be my ol’ lady and make this thing between us legit? ”
Her eyes are glassy. She’s doing that thing with her mouth women do when they’re trying not to cry.
There’s a loud knock on the door followed by Trevor shouting, “Hey Pres! You might want to come out here. We, uh, have a visitor.”
“Hold that thought,” I whisper to Linzie. “And cover your ears.” She tucks her head under her pillow, giggling.
“The fuck are you doing banging on my door, Prospect? What fucking visitor? There’s two feet of snow outside and no open roads!” I shout back, then tap Linzie on the arm as a signal for her to get up and get dressed.
“Yeah, well, he didn’t exactly drive here, Pres. He landed his chopper in the middle of the horse pasture.”
“Ah, shit.” My head falls back. There’s only one person who would be both bold enough and stupid enough to pull a stunt like that. “Why is he here?” I scramble out of bed and toss on a pair of jeans and a long sleeve thermal shirt.
Linzie comes out of the bathroom in a pair of jeans and one of my hoodies. I smile when I see which one she chose.
“You look good in my colors.”
“What?” She tugs on the shirt, looking down at it confused.
“That’s the club’s logo,” I explain. “It’s what we call our colors on our cuts. It looks good on you. It will look even better when you agree to be my ol’ lady.” She smiles, but still doesn’t say yes.
“Pres?” Trevor calls again. “What do you want me to do about the visitor?”
“Give him a minute. I’m sure he’ll be walking through the clubhouse doors telling you exactly what he wants you to do, the Italian prick.”
“Gabriel!” Linzie chides.
“Come on, Vixen. Let’s go see what our guest wants.”
Please don’t let him drop off another “gift”. I don’t want to explain why he keeps bringing me warm bodies to Linzie.