Chapter Four
Gabriel
Opening my eyes, Brooke’s warmth and sweet scent filters into my senses.
Tilting my head, I glance down at her, my chest tightening at the sight of my girl. Her leg is thrown over mine, her arm wrapped around my middle, her head laying on my chest.
Thinking about last night, I grin. She may look like an angel, but she’s a dirty, needy little demon between the sheets. She isn’t afraid to tell me what she wants. When she worked those curvy hips over my cock, I’ve never come so hard in my life.
Tightening my hold and drawing her closer, she slowly stirs. Beautiful chocolate eyes flutter open, and she smiles. It’s brighter than the sun, and something stirs in my chest. “Good morning, beautiful.”
Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, she kisses me on the cheek. “Good morning, Gabriel.”
Fuck.
Her raspy voice saying my name has every drop of blood in my body heading south.
“Are you sore?” I was rough with her last night, but I couldn’t control myself. She’s fucking irresistible.
She rolls onto her back, stretching her sinful body. “I’m a little tender, but I don’t mind. It’s like you’re still inside me.”
One swift move and I’m hovering over her. “My come is still inside you, but I can always give you more.”
Giggling, she swats me in the chest. Leaning down to kiss her, she gasps, and I freeze. “Gabe, we didn’t use a condom!”
Shit.
“Are you on birth control?”
Her face relaxes. “Yes, and I’ve been tested. You’re the first person I’ve been with since my ex-husband. Actually, you’re the only other person I’ve been with period.” Her cheeks heat, her eyes darting to my chest.
What?
She’s a fucking bombshell and could have any man she wants. “I’m clean, too. But more importantly, I’m only the second person you’ve slept with?”
Pulling the sheet over her face, she sighs dramatically.
Gently pulling it down, I grin. “Don’t hide from me. I’m just shocked. You’re beautiful, smart and you’re fucking incredible in bed.” I wiggle my eyebrows for emphasis.
We both burst out laughing.
“I was a virgin when I met Brian. Our sex life was like a business transaction. No kissing. No foreplay. Nothing. He would do the deed, and it was over. I tried to talk to him about spicing things up. He made me feel like something was wrong with me because I wanted to try positions other than missionary.” Her face turns a brighter shade of pink, and she still won’t meet my eyes.
He fucking shamed her.
How can you have this woman, and not worship every inch of her body?
Lifting her chin with my finger, our eyes meet. “Let’s get something straight right now. I’ll take care of your body. You want something? You tell me. If you don’t like something, you tell me. Whatever you want or need, I’ll take care of you. Do you understand?”
Her breath hitches as her lips part. She’ll learn, I mean what I say.
Leaning down, I take possession of her mouth, my hard cock pressing against her thigh.
She whimpers, her soft fingers trailing down my sides.
My body feels electrified, and it’s a struggle to rein myself in.
I pull away slowly, her dark eyes opening, her pouty lips tugging into a faint smile.
“Now.“ I kiss the tip of her nose. “I need a shower. Do you want to join me?”
Her eyes dart to the bathroom and back to mine, nervously. “You want to shower together?”
“You never have to ask, baby. I’ll be involved in everything you do naked.”
She shakes her head, swatting me on the arm as we roll out of bed. I go to her side, and she giggles as I pick her up honeymoon style, carrying her to the shower.
After adjusting the water, we get in, standing under the warm spray, soothing our sore muscles. Steam rises all around us, a sexy sheen coating her soft, pale skin. Brooke’s gaze roams my body, and she bites her bottom lip, my cock twitching between us.
“You better stop looking at me like that.” Her eyes snap to mine, filled with lust and desire.
Fuck, I need to be inside her. Attempting to distract myself, I grab the shampoo bottle. Squirting some in my palm, I massage it into her scalp.
Bad idea.
She moans, tilting her head back, giving me a perfect view of her delicate neck and perky tits.
Clenching my jaw, I rinse the shampoo from her hair, repeating the process with conditioner.
I could get used to this.
It feels so natural to take care of her.
Reaching for the body wash, I squirt a generous amount onto her loofah. As the material gently moves back and forth across her skin, I realize this is torture. Little pants of need drift to my ears, destroying what focus I have.
Closing my eyes briefly, I will my cock to ignore the temptress standing in front of me. “Brooke.” I warn.
A wicked smile plays across her lips when I open my eyes. Moving her under the spray, she teasingly rinses the soapy lather from her skin.
Taking the loofah from my hand, the body wash slowly trickles from the bottle. “Your turn.”
Bracing myself for the sweet agony ahead, I begin washing my hair. My teeth grind together as my jaw clenches tightly. She gently scrubs my body in maddening circles, causing my muscles to flex with restraint. After washing my upper body, she drops to her knees.
Fuck.
I could easily slide between her full lips.
She moves the loofah over my legs, working her way up to my cock. Squirting the body wash into her hand, she gently tugs on my balls, making me groan. Her other hand snakes around my cock and my head falls back against the tile wall.
“Brooke.” I don’t recognize my own voice as she tightens her grip around me.
“I want to wash you thoroughly, Gabriel.” She purrs before kissing the crown of my cock.
It twitches against her lips which makes her giggle. She stands abruptly, giving me a sly grin.
“You’ll pay for that.” I kiss her roughly, tugging her bottom lip between my teeth.
She whimpers as I let go. “We have to get out of this shower.”
I shut off the water and open the door, grabbing a towel for each of us. While drying off, we steal glances at each other, the tension charging the air between us.
“Breakfast?” I ask, wanting to spend all day with her since we’re both off work.
She saunters over, wrapping her arms around my waist. Tilting her head back, she smiles sweetly. “I’d like that.”
We decide to have breakfast at The Grind. I look at the place differently now. It seems brighter and I know it’s because of her.
She’s the full package with her gorgeous mind, charming personality, and sinful body. When she smiles, my chest tightens with emotions I can’t explain. I want to take care of her and protect her.
“If you don’t have anything planned, I thought we’d spend the day together.” I know there’s some unspoken rule after your first date. You’re supposed to play it cool in the beginning, but I don’t give a fuck about rules.
We’re past that.
“I don’t have any plans.” She smiles shyly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“We can go somewhere, or I can take you to my place.”
Swallowing her last bite of danish, she smirks. “I definitely want to be in your space, Mr. Layton.”
Just like that, my body reacts, and I want to bend her over this table. “Let’s get out of here.” I pay the check, and we head outside. Too focused on getting her home, I don’t notice the man walking past us.
“Well, well, well. Look who it is. The king of the south.”
Fuck.
I’d know that fucking voice anywhere.
Slowly turning around, I step in front of Brooke. “Johnson.” I say tightly, not bothering with any kind of pleasantries.
His gaze shifts to Brooke, his eyes roaming her body, smirking. “Who is this scrumptious little morsel?”
His tone has my fucking blood boiling, my fists clenching. I don’t want him looking at or speaking to her.
She steps around me, oblivious to the hate we share for one another. “Hi, I’m Brooke.”
Damnit.
Lifting my arm, I ease her behind me again.
“Brooke. I’m so very pleased to meet you. My name is William Johnson. Gabe and I used to be in the same business. That is, until he took all my clients and forced me into bankruptcy.”
She grips the back of my shirt, her body tensing.
“You’re a fucking liar, Johnson. You lost your business because you’re a crooked son-of-a-bitch.” Turning to leave, I wrap my arm around Brooke’s shoulders.
“It was nice to meet you, Brooke. I’ll be seeing you.”
This motherfucker.
Spinning around, I grab him by the shirt, slamming him against the brick wall of the coffee shop. “No, you won’t be seeing her. If I ever catch you looking at her, speaking to her, or being in the same vicinity as her, I will fucking end you.”
Ragged breaths rush out of me as I stare into his eyes. With a sinister smile, he holds his composure. This asshole is cool as a cucumber while I’m on the brink of committing murder. Pushing off of him, I grip Brooke by the arm, leading her to my truck.
I have to calm the fuck down. I’m not usually one to lose my temper so easily, but the thought of him anywhere near her makes me fucking rabid.
Reaching the truck, I open her door, and she slides inside. I do the same, speeding off towards my house. We don’t speak.
I’ve fucked up.
Sneaking a glance at her, expecting to see fear or anger, she looks relatively calm. I have no idea what she’s thinking, but I’m worried she’ll end things between us before they truly begin.
We pull into my driveway, and I shut off the truck. Gripping the steering wheel, I hang my head. “I’m sorry I lost my temper back there. He’s a bad fucking guy and he holds a deep grudge against me for something I had no part in. I won’t tolerate his bullshit directed at you.”
“I’m assuming this is your house. Can we go inside?” She asks.
Confused, I stare at her for a moment. At least she doesn’t want me to take her home. “Sure.”
She doesn’t wait for me to open her door. She exits the truck, and I rush to catch up with her.