Chapter 51
GEMMA
As soon as he has me where he wants me, Riggs grips his fingers around my jaw, angling my head on his shoulder so he can see my face. “There was someone up here with you,” he asks quietly, his thumb stroking the side of my neck. “They were here all day. Who was it?”
“Oh…” Swallowing hard, I try to remember how mad I am at him. How, in true Riggs Wheeler fashion, he’s managed to completely upend my life with nothing more than an orgasm and a couple of smartass smirks. “It was Russel Tompkins.”
When I drop the name of my ill-fated junior prom date, the one he scared into standing me up, last minute, Riggs glowers at me.
“Do you really think baiting me is the best idea right now, Gem?” Tone still deceptively soft, he moves his other hand through the water to skim its fingertips across the plane of my stomach.
“Given the fact that you left me downstairs, alone, all fucking night and day.”
You left me first.
It’s on the tip of my tongue. I want to say it but I can’t because
Riggs is naked in my bathtub and he’s touching me.
It’s all I can do to keep breathing. “Russ moved back to Shreveport after graduation,” I tell him while his fingertips trace along the soft patch of skin between my bellybutton and the top of my pubic bone.
“Last I heard he’s married and managing a tire store. ”
“Mmmm…” Riggs makes a rough noise in the back of his throat, his dark, hooded gaze dropping to my mouth when his fingers brush along the top of my cleft. “Probably the safest place for him.”
“I didn’t wait for you,” I tell him, my breath catching in my throat when I feel one of his thick, long fingers trace itself along the loose seam of my pussy. “I’m not some sad, silly virgin who waited for you to come back for her. I’m not. I just never?—”
“I don’t care.” Sliding his hand along the curve of my slit, Riggs cups my pussy, grinding his hand against my clit, the rough contact shooting bolts of white hot lust through my entire body.
“I don’t fucking care…” He groans it against the side of my neck while he pushes the blunt tip of his finger deep enough to pull a stuttering gasp up the length of my throat.
“Why doesn’t matter, Gem because I’m the one who gets to fuck you.
I’m still the only man who’s ever made you come. ”
“Riggs…” Tilting my hips, I moan his name, grinding and fucking my swollen clit against the heel of his hand.
When I feel the blunt tip of his finger pressing against my entrance, the fingers I have wrapped around his wrist constrict, trying desperately to push him inside me, sending water over the side of the tub.
“Please…”
“Say it.” Lifting his head, he growls it in my ear, the hand wrapped around my jaw squeezing almost painfully. “Not until you say it.”
“Yours…” It comes out on a needy mewl, my hips rocking against the heavy pressure of his hand, every move sloshing more water out of the tub. “My pussy is yours Riggs. I’m yours… I’ve always been yours.”
“Fuuuck…” Finally breaking, Riggs strokes his finger past my entrance, groaning deep in his chest when he feels how ready I am.
“Open your eyes.” Pumping his finger in and out of me, he scrapes his teeth along my jaw line.
Nipping and sucking the soft skin of my neck, he marks me on his way to my ear.
“I want to see you when you come for me.”
Forcing my eyes open, I find his dark, feral gaze blazing down at me while the finger stroking my slick walls pulls out almost completely while still teasing and stimulating my clit with the rest of his hand.
“Take a breath…” He murmurs it against my mouth, the hand on my jaw softening to slip down into the water, his eyes never leaving mine.
“That’s it… eyes on me…” He wraps his arm around me, palming my breast to pinch my stiff, swollen nipple.
Anchoring me to his chest, he adds a finger, pushing both inside me, this time hard and deep enough to steal my breath.
“Ohhh…” Back arched, the top of my head digging into the thick, tattooed pad of muscle covering his chest, I cry out, my arms flying out of the water.
Reaching back in desperation, seeking purchase, I grip my fingers around the edge of the tub on either side of his head while he pumps his fingers in and out of my slippery wet slit, twisting and curling them with every stroke.
“Riggs…” Arms shaking, fingers gripped around the back of the tub, eyes wide and locked on his, I feel the pressure start to build and press against the base of my spine, just as I hear the front door slam shut.
A few seconds later, I hear my own voice call out from the kitchen.
Colt
Colt
Colt
I feel my cheeks flush red when I hear his boots on the stairs. He said he’d come check on me after his shift and Colt has always been a man of his word. Heavy footsteps in the upstairs hall, coming closer before stopping abruptly in front of my bedroom.
“Gemma…”
When he hears Colt in the hall, Riggs doesn’t stop. Not even close. He keeps fucking me, his dark, feral gaze still hooked into mine. “Sheriff Colt to the rescue…” He mutters darkly, fingers curling and stroking a place inside me that has me tightening my grip on the edge of the tub.
“Please…” I don’t know what I’m asking for.
What I want. If I’m asking Riggs to stop or if I’m begging him to keep going.
“Riggs…” I barely utter it before I’m rolling my lips between my teeth to trap the moans and cries bubbling in my throat, something wild and desperate starting to twist and snap along the length of my spine, just as Colt moves across the hall to knock on the bathroom door.
“Gemma—” Colt knocks again, the sound of it sharp and insistent.
“there’s water leaking under the door. Are you in there?
” Dipping his head, Riggs sucked the water off my neck so hard I can feel the stinging pressure of it tingle against my tight, puckered nipples.
Lifting his head, he presses his mouth against my ear.
“You should answer him, Gem… he sounds worried.”
Fingers still buried in my pussy, stretching and filling me with every hard thrust, he growls when I shake my head in refusal. “If you don’t, I will. I’ll tell I’m fucking you. I’ll?—”
The growl of it turns into a groan when I start to come, the walls of my pussy clamping around his fingers hard enough to drag a sharp, stuttering moan up the length of my throat and push it past the seam of my lips, the sound of it abruptly cutting off Colt’s knocks.
Beyond reason, I drag air into my lungs to cry out. Before I can, Riggs hand shoots up to grip my jaw again. Turning my face, he covers my mouth with his own, tongue sweeping in to tangle with mine, swallowing my screams so he can keep them for himself.