63. Fletcher
Chapter 63
Fletcher
“ N o,” I said, shaking my head and moving my mouth back over Gideon’s. “I fucking need you. I’m never walking away from you ever again.”
The relief that rolled over us both with my confession was palpable, and Gideon kissed me so hard, our teeth clacked together. He was so much bigger than me, so much stronger, and he had me turned and lifted onto his desk before I’d even managed to lick my way back into his mouth to kiss him back.
“Are you really going to kill your father?” I asked, fear and arousal wrapping around my spine and snaking through me while we kissed. Gideon ripped me out of my pants, and I toed off my boots to help him along. I rucked my shirt up beneath my chin so I could stare down my chest and get a better view of my cock, of his…once I got him out of his jeans.
“Yes,” he whispered. “I’m going to wring his neck at the bottom of the pool.”
I took Gideon’s thick cock into my hand while he spoke, feeling him burn and throb with every word that left his mouth.
“I’m going to crush his windpipe with my bare hands. I’m going to watch him die in the place he tried to kill me and failed.”
Precum leaked out of his tip and smeared against my finger.
“You’re so fucking turned on right now,” I murmured, using his cock like a leash to yank him closer. It was hard work to get both our dicks into my hand, but I did the best I could. The feel of his hardness against my erection had me falling backward over the desk, the culmination of years of fucking want too much for me to fight any longer.
We’d fucked before out of rage and desperation, but the heat between us now sat differently. It was solid, unbreakable. Even when Gideon put space between us to get lube from his desk, the strings were still tied, the connection ever present. It had always been there, I imagined. Like cord tightened around my wrists at sixteen, being told I had to break not just Gideon’s heart, but my own. And the distance between us, the time and the years, it simply wound around me. Day after day, tighter and stronger with every pull. There was no escaping the power Gideon North had over me, and that didn’t scare me anymore.
The future he’d come so close to convincing me that we could have was actually within my reach. His father would be out of the picture, and that was enough of a break in the foundation for me to strike against mine, but I wouldn’t have to do it alone. Gideon would be with me. Maybe even Daren and Luca…maybe Bellamy too.
I watched, rapt, as Gideon slicked his dick and lined up with my hole. I spread my legs and lifted off the desk to give him room, crying out when he pushed into me with no prep and no warning.
“Hush now, Sin,” he whispered, falling forward over me and brushing my hair back from my face. “This is nothing, it’s nothing.”
Another inch.
“It’s everything,” I bit out.
Emotion welled up in my throat. It was anger, and love, and desire, and rage all at the same time. Everything I’d ever felt every time I’d ever thought of Gideon North converged on my heart at the same time, in the same breath, and he was all the way inside of me for only the second time in our miserable lives, but somehow he’d been there all along. Being with Gideon was like coming home.
Like finding peace.
“Oh, God,” Gideon groaned, hiking one of his legs up onto the desk to sink even deeper into me. His eyes rolled back and his entire body shuddered, and I slid my hands down his back to steady him.
“It’s nothing,” I whispered, closing my eyes and just letting myself feel .
Gideon snapped his hips hard, using his body to make liars out of both of us. He slanted our mouths back together, burying his length into me over and over and over until I was lost to the man I loved, the man I’d made. Above me, inside of me, Gideon transformed into the beast everyone else knew him as. With a wet and snarling mouth, he snapped his teeth inches away from my throat, using his cock to mark ownership of me from the inside. He reached past me, bracing himself against the far edge of the desk to get deeper, to fuck me harder.
Everything hurt and it was perfect, and the folder of papers that were going to save all five of us crashed to the floor as he went rigid above me with a deafening roar. Gideon’s cock thickened and pulsed, spilling burst after burst of cum inside of me. He was so deep it was hard to breathe, and I gasped helplessly against his mouth, fingers scrabbling at his arms for support.
He grunted and moved, reaching between our bodies and curling his massive fist around my erection and squeezing tight enough I saw stars, he milked my own orgasm onto my stomach.
After minutes—or hours—of catching my breath, Gideon dropped his head beside mine on the desk, breathing hard against my ear.
“If you ever try to leave me again, I’ll fucking kill us both,” he warned, biting my ear hard enough blood began to run down the side of my neck.
It was far from an empty threat, but it was one that would never need to be realized. I was going to fight for Gideon with everything I had. Every trick and trap my father had ever taught me, I’d now use to make sure that nothing would ever tear us apart again.
“I’d expect nothing less, Gid. Nothing less.”