Chapter 5
Chapter Five
The rest of the night consists of alcohol, dancing, laughing, and of course Katie and JT fighting.
Sitting at a high-top table, I try to mind my own business as Nik practically writhes on Shane’s lap.
You’d think after all the years they’ve been together, they’d be able to keep it in their pants until they get home, but nope. They insist on mauling each other in front of God and everyone.
Is his hand down her—holy shit!
I snap my eyes away to stare at the wall in front of me.
“Wanna go upstairs?” Gabe asks, leaning an elbow on my table and nodding toward the pair. “Or were you hoping to finish the show.”
“I’m good.” I chuckle, hopping off my stool. “Let’s go.”
I follow him down the hall to the staircase at the back of the building.
Gabe’s lived in the apartment above the clubhouse since he graduated. It’s rare that he lets me come up to his place. We typically hang out at my house, but we’ve both had too much to drive there.
When he opens the door, I traipse in, slipping off my shoes before padding over to the fridge. I pull out a bottle of water and slide onto his kitchen counter. After twisting off the cap, I suck down half the bottle in a few gulps.
He places his shit on the table by the door, kicks his shoes off next to mine, and moves toward me. His living room and kitchen are basically just one room with only an island and change in flooring to set them apart.
He keeps it pretty tidy—not much out of place except a bowl and glass in the sink. I hold out the water to him, and he finishes it off before tossing it in the trash and leaning back on the counter in front of me.
“Guess it’s just us again.” I shrug.
He grins. “I feel so used.”
Rolling my eyes, I ask, “Would you rather I use someone else?”
“Nah. I hate to break it to you, but I’m kind of using you too.”
I fake offense, placing a hand on my chest with a gasp. “No way. You mean to tell me after allowing you to deflower me, you’re not planning to ask for my hand in marriage?”
“I’d rather put my balls in a meat grinder.”
I throw my head back and laugh. “Like you’re some prize!”
“True. Maybe we should just get married and save our future spouses the trouble of dealing with us.”
“Yeah, maybe…” I trail off, the silence stretching a beat too long as our laughter slowly dies.
He stares at me for a moment before saying, “If I thought I could love you the way you deserve to be loved, I’d marry you in an instant.”
A half-smile ghosts my lips as I pick at a string on my dress. When I finally look up at him with tears in my eyes, I say, “We’re gonna be alright.”
He pushes off the counter, takes a big stride toward me, eating up the space between us before scooping me up and carrying me to the couch. He sits down, and I position myself with my head in his lap.
“You think all the good ones will be taken by the time I’m ready to settle down?” I ask, looking up at him.
“No. When you’re ready, there’ll be a long line of men waiting for their shot.”
That makes me smile. “Do you think it’s silly that I’m not ready to give all this up yet?”
He shakes his head. “But I think the right guy wouldn’t expect you to give it all up.”
I sigh, letting that sink in before whispering, “You’ll move on some day.”
“Lil, don’t. Please.” His voice is desperate, leaving me no choice but to drop it. Gabe’s the big, tough president, but there are cracks deep enough to break him apart if you pry hard enough.
Something presses against my head, and I shoot up. “Oh my fucking God. Are you hard?”
A crease forms between his brows. “I can’t help it!”
I swear you can’t have a real moment with this man without him trying to take his damn clothes off.
As I move to my knees between his legs, I tease, “Your dick really is tethered to your stupid soft heart, you know that?”
“Shut up!” he shouts, holding a hand in front of his erection. “If you’re gonna be an asshole, I won’t give it to you.”
I roll my eyes. “You’re a child. Take your fucking pants off.”
“Ask nicely.” He laughs.
I give him a dirty look and in a bored tone say, “Take your pants off and fuck my mouth.” Then, batting my lashes dramatically, I add, “Please.”
His stare heats, and he frantically undoes his pants before shoving them down.
I grin up at him, wrapping my hand around the base. “Thank you.”
He threads his fingers into my hair and grips the back of my head. “I will gladly let you suck my dick if it’ll shut you up.”
My tongue darts out, flicking the tip as I work my hand up and down his length, and a low growl rumbles in his chest. I do it again, barely touching it. As my tongue meets his hard cock the third time, he snaps, “Quit playing with me, Red! Open your fucking mouth and suck it.”
A mischievous grin spreads across my mouth before I open wide, sticking out my tongue.
When I wrap my lips around him, he pushes me down a little and his head falls back on the couch.
“Fuck, Lil.”
I suck and swirl my tongue while pumping my hand up and down.
I lied when I said I didn’t know who the best in bed was. It’s easily Gabe. Partially because he’s the perfect size—big enough to cause the most delicious stretch, but not so big he’ll bruise a fucking kidney like Shane—and partially because he knows exactly what I like.
He pushes me down so he’s at the back of my throat, and my eyes water for a second before he pulls me back. Then, he does it again and again until he’s swelling in my mouth.
He lets me go, and his cock slides out with a pop.
Keeping ahold of my hair, he leans forward to capture my mouth in a punishing kiss. His tongue brushes against mine, causing me to groan and melt into him.
Heat swirls in my core, wrapping around each of my vertebrae and causing goose bumps to erupt on my skin. He breaks the kiss and swoops me up to straddle him. With an arm around my middle, his lips skirt across my neck as he nips and licks down to my collarbone.
Then, he tugs down the front of my dress, freeing my tits before flicking my nipple with his tongue.
I grind against him, nothing between us but my pink lace panties. He brushes his thumb over the other nipple as his teeth clamp down, and I hiss. He soothes it with his tongue, then slides his hand between my legs, palming me over my panties. I roll my hips, desperate for the friction.
He hums. “You sure had a lot to say about my hard cock for someone with soaked panties.”
He pulls my mouth to his just before moving the lace and brushing the pad of his finger over my clit.
I arch, almost whimpering. He circles it a couple more times before dipping that finger into me, curling it to hit just the right spot.
He adds another, and I ride his hand like my life depends on it.
When I’m on the verge of combustion, he pulls his hand free, unzips my dress, and yanks it down.
I stand, letting the fabric hit the floor before sliding my panties down my legs.
He stands, wraps an arm around me, and I lock my legs around his waist as he carries us to his room, devouring my mouth the whole way.
His room is dark and smells like his woody, green-apple cologne. He tosses me onto his plaid sheets before kicking off his pants and briefs.
I lift onto my elbows and grin, licking my lips. A squeal leaves my throat as he grabs my ankle and forcefully tugs me to the end of the bed before burying his cock in me in one swift thrust. He doesn’t give me a chance to get used to it, just the way I like.
I bow off the bed, groaning, “Holy shit.”
His hand snakes up my stomach and between my tits, not stopping until he’s wrapping it around my throat. He squeezes just enough that my head swims, and I buck against him. My nerves are on fire, and my legs shake.
It doesn’t take long for me to be at the edge of breaking apart again.
But he pulls out.
Again.
“Okay, what the fuck! If you stop one more time—”
He smirks, grabbing my arm to flip me so I’m bent over the end of his bed. “You’ll come when I’m ready for you to come.”
I glare at him over my shoulder, and he smacks my ass with a pop, causing me to yelp.
“You’re a son of a bitch.”
Leaning forward, he grabs my chin and turns my head to look at him. “Keep running your mouth, and I’ll drag this out all goddamn night. It’s been a long time since I was able to play with you, and I’d love nothing more than to take my time.”
Then, he thrusts into me hard, moving his hand from my chin to my hair and pulling my head back.
It’s so freaking good.
Sex with Tucker was good too, but we were still sort of figuring each other out. Gabe knows me. Probably too well with the way he’s able to fuck with me like this.
Pressure builds again, and I whimper, “Please.”
“Well, I’ll be damned, she does know how to be nice.” He chuckles.
“Fuck you,” I spit.
He pulls me back until I’m flush with his chest, and his breath skirts the shell of my ear as he says, “I’d rather fuck you, Red.”
Gripping my thigh, he lifts my leg to rest on the bed and reaches his hand around to circle my clit again.
My head falls back on his shoulder, and my legs threaten to give out under me.
“You’re close again already,” he says, his voice thick with amusement.
I nod.
He chuckles, his chest vibrating against me as he pulls his hand away.
I fall forward and let out a frustrated growl. “Motherfucker.”
He pulls my arms behind my back and holds my wrists with one hand before kicking my legs farther apart and sliding back into me.
His movements are tortuously slow this time.
“I’m going to fucking kill you.”
He slams into me harder. I’m so close from the goddamn roller coaster he’s had me on that it’ll only take a few thrusts in the right spot. He knows that and is just refusing to give me what I need because he’s an asswipe.
“And to think, I was gonna let you come. But you had to open that smart-ass mouth.”
I whine as he slides in and out, picking up his pace with each stroke. “Please, Gabe.”
Letting go of my hands, he grips my hips, and I brace myself on the bed as he fucks me hard, this time not stopping until I break apart with a moan. “Oh my God.”
“You do take me so well, Lily.”
I mumble something incoherent as I ride out the last of my orgasm, gripping the sheets. He picks up his pace, finishing next before collapsing on top of me, my hair sticking to both our sweat-slicked skin.
“Ugh, get off me, you fucking brute!”
He laughs, rolling until he’s lying beside me and panting to catch his breath. Turning his head to look at me, he brushes a piece of my hair off my face that’s still pressed into the mattress.
“You suck,” I pant.
He shakes his head, the corner of his mouth lifting. “You love it.”
Rolling my eyes, I lift up to climb farther into this bed.
He stands, moves across the room, and yanks open a drawer in his dresser. When he turns back, he tosses a T-shirt directly at my face.
“Thanks,” I say sarcastically, but put the shirt on anyway.
“Don’t get used to this. I’m only sleeping over because I’m too drunk to drive home,” I tease as he climbs in behind me after slipping into sweats.
“Trust me, I won’t. You snore like a freight train.”
My mouth pops open. “I do not!”
“You do. Actually, maybe that’s why you’re still single.”
I narrow my eyes and flip him off. “I hate you.”
“I hate you too.” He grins, kisses my forehead, then rolls over.