Chapter 20 - Andrew #3
“Oh my god,” she whimpered. Gabriel was holding her tightly now, his arms around her waist. As I brushed her clit again, drawing small circles on the swollen nub, he met my gaze with a look of pure wickedness.
He slowly reached up to cradle one of her small breasts, pinching her nipple gently through the fabric of her shirt.
I groaned at the sight, just as Bridget moaned and bucked her hips again. “Oh god. Oh, fuck.”
“I’ve got you, baby,” I murmured, then finally, finally slid a finger inside her.
She clenched onto me immediately, drawing my finger deeper. I growled at the thought of how she would feel on my cock. I added another finger, then started circling her clit with my thumb as I thrust gently.
“Oh god, Andrew,” she said, her voice almost panicky. “I’m going to come.”
My name from her lips was a jolt to the heart. “You’re doing so well. Come for me, baby,” I said and pressed my fingers against the front wall of her pussy.
She cried out, louder than I expected. Her pussy clenched on me violently, spasming around my fingers. My cock was leaking, and I met Gabriel’s hooded eyes as she thrashed between us. His hand was under her shirt now, still playing with her nipple. I had never been harder in my life.
“Brava ragazza,” Gabriel whispered. “Good girl. Mia bella.”
Bridget sagged in his arms as she caught her breath. She opened her eyes slowly and watched as I brought my fingers, covered in her slick, to my mouth.
My cock pulsed at her flavor. It was like wildflower honey, sweet and floral and so unutterably delicious that I groaned. She whined in response.
“Cazzo,” Gabriel murmured. “Amore mio, you will kill me.” He was talking about the untamed lust coursing down our bond, which he mirrored back to me. I felt nearly untethered.
Bridget looked lost and shy again. Her eyes flicked to where my cock was straining towards her through my shorts, damp at the tip. “Are you sure I can’t do… something?”
I shook my head. I wanted to sink into her more than I wanted to take my next breath, but I also wanted to kiss her first. To show her I wasn’t just a mindless animal. I needed to be patient.
“What if I wanted to?” she asked, still shy, but with more conviction.
“I would tell you I want to take things slowly. That your trust is precious. And there’s no rush,” I said. Gabriel sent approval down the bond.
Bridget still looked flustered. “That’s an annoyingly good answer.”
I laughed hoarsely.
“But you do not have to leave, fiore mio,” Gabriel said softly, tilting her chin until she looked at him. “If you want to stay.”
“Stay?” Her voice broke slightly on the word.
“Si. I do not like the idea of you alone,” he said, his voice achingly tender. “Please, will you sleep here?”
There was a sense of a question in the bond that I answered out loud.
“You should stay,” I agreed and tried to smile naturally. “Mostly because we want you here, but also so you don’t sneak out of the apartment.”
Bridget grimaced, blushing again. “Oh god, I’m going to have to, now.”
“No. It is out of the question,” Gabriel said. He helped Bridget back into her clothes while I watched. She settled, with a reluctant expression, on the pillow next to him in the middle of the bed. “You will stay here where you are safe.”
She met my eyes. “If you change your mind, I can go back to Maggie’s—”
My answering growl made her eyes go wide. Gabriel was right. Her leaving was unacceptable. I wouldn’t force her to stay, but I would do everything I could to keep her here. “I’ll be right back,” I murmured, then retreated into the bathroom to collect myself.
The man in the mirror looked wild. I washed my hands and splashed water on my face. Even though it had been difficult, I had controlled myself. I thought I had made her feel safe. But if she knew how badly I wanted to sink my teeth into her skin and claim her as my own…
When I emerged, Bridget was curled on her side, her eyes drifting shut. The blanket was pulled up to her waist. Gabriel murmured softly in Italian while he played with the ends of her hair.
I walked to the far side of the bed and sank gratefully onto the mattress.
Now that the adrenaline was wearing off, my knee was throbbing.
The bed was large enough for Gabriel to sprawl out without disturbing me, but with Bridget in the middle, it felt much smaller.
I lay on my back and stared at the ceiling.
I wanted to curl around Bridget’s back, but with my cock still painfully hard, I worried that would give her the wrong impression.
To my surprise, she rolled toward me. Her blue eyes were still anxious, her hands pressed together on the pillow beneath her head. “Are you sure you don’t want to kick me out?”
I turned to face her, then brushed a finger across her cheekbone where her color was highest. “Never.”
She yawned. “We’ll see how you feel in the morning.
” Her eyes closed, and the lamp cast shadows from her long lashes across her cheeks.
I lifted my head slightly to see Gabriel shift closer to her.
He sent me a wash of love and affection down the bond, and I answered in kind before switching out the light.
Bridget’s scent was still strong in the room. And somehow, even with her a few inches away, I fell asleep as soon as I closed my eyes.