Chapter 17 #2
Some of my single friends had their wedding plans. They lived for the day. But this was what I had dreamed of. Domestic bliss. We’d cook together and clean together and just talk. Not every night of course, but regularly. Just like this.
Would I miss this or the bedroom activities more when he left?
“Do you have another program coming up?” he asked.
I shook my head and loaded the dishwasher with detergent. He was behind me and his gaze was a brand on my ass. I’d miss that too. He made me feel sexy. I was his only option at the moment. He was a man of his word, but I wasn’t complaining. “No. I’m going to help Scarlett with hers.”
“You’re not helping the friends who ditched you.” He ended with a growl.
I tossed the detergent back under the sink, started the dishwasher, and rinsed my hands off. “I know you don’t like them, but they’re just young. I might’ve done the same thing at their age.”
His gaze challenged me to admit the truth.
I sighed. “Fine. I’m a little salty, but it’s a small town and I work with them.
Besides, it’s hard to be upset when I got on an elevator with this moody CEO who wanted to trap me into a marriage for the horribly selfish reason of saving his family’s land from getting sold to this big land baron family. ”
His lips quirked. “They’re into running moonshine too.”
“Not since Great-Grandaddy Bailey.”
He laughed and crowded me into the corner of the counter. “I feel like some of that rebelliousness rubbed off on you.”
“I’m adopted.”
“The trait is that strong.”
His mouth was close. He was hovering over me. The low desire that had been simmering in my body all night cranked up a few notches. “The natural Kerrigan stubbornness might’ve been able to flourish in the Bailey household.”
“The moody CEO might’ve been attracted to that smart mouth.” He traced my bottom lip with his thumb. “And a few other things.” He trailed his fingers down my neck and over my breasts, softly cupping one side before moving farther down. He bracketed my hips with his hands.
I curled my arms around his neck. Disbelief rocked inside of me like it had been doing since I’d said my vows.
I had Gideon James in my kitchen. I liked waking up to him.
I liked chatting with him. I liked the Gideon who helped his dad, the one who joined me at school for special projects and the guy who helped cook breakfast for dinner with me.
He lifted me onto the counter.
I let out a squeal. “I’m too heav—”
“Don’t you dare finish that.” He planted his mouth on mine, and a second later, our tongues were tangling.
He wedged between my legs, and I hooked my feet around his hips.
He kissed along my jaw to my ear. “Fuck, you taste sweeter and sweeter every time.”
“It’s the syrup.” I shoved my fingers into the strands of his already-dried hair.
When he’d walked out of the bedroom with wet, spiky hair, I’d taken a mental snapshot.
Just another way he was making my list of requirements for the guy I did settle down with impossible to meet.
Gideon was ruining me for anyone else, one casual look at a time.
“It’s not the fucking syrup,” he growled, dropping to his knees. “It’s you.” He tugged at my leggings. I had to lift myself off the counter so they could slide down my legs. He took the underwear with them too. The hungry way he eyed my pussy went on my list.
Yes, that. I had to have more of that. “Again? Aren’t you tired of, you know, doing that?”
He’d said he had condoms. Had he forgotten them in the car? Giving me daily oral sex wasn’t part of the bargain.
The dark look he gave me stole all my questions. “Which part would I tire of?” He leaned in and licked through my seam.
My body went into autopilot. I leaned back on my hands and widened my legs. If he got tired of oral, a part of my world would permanently dim.
He caught my gaze and slicked a finger through where he’d just licked.
“Do you think I could get tired of the way you get wet for me?” He pushed his finger inside and I moaned.
“Or those sexy fucking sounds you make?” One thrust, then two, and he withdrew.
I nearly combusted when he put his finger in his mouth and sucked my wetness off.
“Maybe you’re worried I’ll get tired of having your flavor on my tongue or hearing you scream my name when you’re coming. ”
I nodded because I couldn’t form words.
“My sweet little firecracker, I’m never going to quit craving you.” He tongued my clit again and didn’t let up. I let my head drop back and held on.
The desire inside me built, growing impossibly larger. I gave myself up to him, something I’d been doing since we met, and slammed into my peak. When I careened over, fireworks went off behind my eyes. “Gideon!”
He increased the pressure and added a finger. I could feel myself squeezing around him and my climax got stronger—it’d be his cock next and this was already overwhelming in the best way.
“Fuck, Autumn.”
I was barely aware of him rising. I opened my eyes in time to see him ripping the corner off a condom packet with his teeth at the same time he was shoving his shorts down.
I was wet and dripping, and if I was supposed to be embarrassed, I couldn’t bring myself to care.
His erection popped free, straining between us.
He was big, his length lined with veins.
I wrapped my hand around him, absorbing the heat and strength in my grip.
He jerked under my touch, and the empty condom packet fluttered to the floor.
“Remove your hand, firecracker, because I need inside of you right fucking now.”
I took my time taking my hand off him. I wanted to play, but the promising look he gave me said I’d have plenty of time later. He shoved the condom on and notched himself at my entrance. I held on to his shoulders, loving the pressure of his almost intrusion but also needing so much more.
“Gideon?”
A tremor ran through him like he was holding back for me. “Yes?”
“I want you inside me.”
Resolution lined his face and he thrust in.
I gasped at the sheer pleasure, the feeling of fullness, of how overwhelmingly large he was, but also at how I adapted to fit perfectly around him.
He tipped his forehead against mine and rocked into me until he was seated all the way in. “Fuck.” A little withdrawal and thrust. “Fuuuuck.” Then his mouth was back on mine, consuming me.
I tasted myself, blended with him, and mixed with the way he was moving in me—I was lost. My arousal was a wall cloud, expanding and growing, preparing for another storm. With each thrust, my overly sensitive clit rubbed against him and tossed fuel on the inferno raging inside of me.
He matched the rhythm of his tongue with his hips. Our first time together was as groundbreaking as I hoped it’d be. This would be how he completely ruined me for anyone ever again.
I was nearing another peak, ready to explode, but a faint thought in the back of my head rose. What if this was real? What if he was really into me and not just an opportunist?
What if—
I veered toward the ecstasy stacked in every facet of my body. No. This was now. I would not allow myself to consider a future with this man. He’d told me what he was after, and it was not a wife and kids.
I would be left with the memories of tons of orgasms, not a broken heart.
Gideon
I could barely hang on until her walls clamped around me, convulsing. She ripped her mouth away from mine. “Gideon! Yes!”
I held her tight. My hands imprinted on her hips as I gripped her through my peak. I had to squeeze my eyes shut at the pleasure detonating inside me.
“Fuck.” My vocabulary had shrunk to one word. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chanted from between clenched teeth.
My orgasm wouldn’t quit. I shook and hung on to her. She was my lifeline, the only way I’d remain upright instead of taking both of us down. I would not interrupt the best sex of my life by dumping myself and my partner on the floor.
Her cries had quieted by the time I started coming down from my climax. She buried her face in my chest, her sides heaving. I was breathing like I’d sprinted around the block a few times.
What the hell was that?
I’d fucked her against the counter. I liked sex, and I hadn’t thought it’d be bad with Autumn, but I’d had no idea it’d scramble my brains like a carton of eggs. Orgasms weren’t that powerful.
I pried my hands off her soft skin. She still had her shirt on. My shorts were around my ankles, and I just wanted to carry her to bed and hold her until my world steadied back into orbit.
She fisted her hands in my shirt and inhaled. “Wow.”
I didn’t have the energy to chuckle. I wanted her naked and in bed. I had the energy for that. “Yeah.”
I lifted her from the counter. She curled around me like we did this all the time.
What if you could?
No. This life wasn’t for me. I was coming to terms with that. Just like I was facing the reckoning of my past.
I stepped out of my shorts and walked bare-assed to her bedroom. Thankfully, all the blinds were closed. The whole neighborhood would’ve seen what was my private show. All mine.
She nibbled along my collarbone. My erection decided it didn’t need to wane. I was hard again and ready to go. Maybe because it’d been so long, but I didn’t think so.
Something about Autumn called to me on a level I’d never experienced before.
If I was smart, I’d pack my shit and get on the first plane to Las Vegas.
I’d reconcile myself with the sale of the land and go about my business.
I had a fantastic fucking job and an extravagant place to live.
My savings and investments made me a rich man.
The place I’d tried to forget for a couple of decades didn’t matter.
But I didn’t put a stop to this. Maybe some part of me was as weak as my father, giving in to earthly temptations.
I spotted the open pack of condoms and was grateful I’d bought the biggest damn box the store had.