Chapter Nineteen Lena
Chapter Nineteen
Lena
“We’ll get there,” he murmurs, his voice growly as his big hands glide under the T-shirt of his that I grabbed off the floor before I ran outside this morning. He groans next to my ear. “Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are?”
He nibbles his way along my jawline, and then his mouth is on mine, kissing me as if he’ll never get enough of me. He grips my hips and pulls my core against his hardness, making me whimper.
“You’re incredible,” he whispers, his lips still against mine, and I can taste every beautiful word. “The most unexpected, amazing thing in my life.”
His hands glide under the shirt again, he pulls it over my head and casts it aside, and then his lips wrap around one metal-clad nipple, making my core clench.
“Need you,” I murmur, rocking over him. “Please, Gideon.”
“I’ll take care of you.” His lips pop off one nipple and then move to the next, licking and nibbling, moving that metal around, and I swear to God, I could come just like this. His hips move up, grinding against me. “Are you needy for this cock, baby?”
“Yes.” I’m starting to sweat from the need building within me. I have to get naked. I need him naked. “Gideon.”
“Tell me what you want. Use your words, Rebel.”
“You.” I lick my lips and press my forehead against his, breathing him in. “I need you inside me. I need you to fill me up.”
He sits forward, cups my face, and devours my mouth, and then I’m on my back and he’s stripping my leggings off, leaving me naked and wanting. I can’t stop staring as he sheds his own clothes and covers me with his body, nestling his cock in my slit, and pushes his hands into my hair.
“You’re perfect,” he whispers.
“I’m not perfect. Not even a little.”
“For me, you are.” His nose brushes back and forth over mine. His eyes are soft, full of an emotion I don’t dare hope for.
I can’t fall in love with him.
Pulling my legs higher against his hips, I glide my foot over the back of his leg, loving how warm his skin is.
“You have a stellar body,” I inform him as I drag my nails down his shoulders.
“It’s all yours.”
I wish it was all mine forever. I want all this forever.
But I don’t dare ask for it because the rejection might just kill me.
“I’m going to fucking worship you,” he growls as he kisses down my neck. His hands are everywhere, gliding, stroking, and pinching, then soothing as he nibbles his way back to my nipples.
Getting them pierced was the best fucking thing I ever did in my life.
“Shit.” I suck in a breath when his hand covers my pussy and he taps his fingertips over my clit, gently at first, and then harder, all while he sucks on my nipple, driving me absolutely out of my mind. “Gideon.”
“We’re not even close to you coming yet, Rebel.” He grins up at me and then presses wet kisses over my navel before moving farther south to my center. “I’m going to drive you wild. And you won’t come until I say you can.”
“How can I control it?”
“You’d better figure it out.” He nibbles the sensitive skin right next to my pussy, and then his mouth covers me, his tongue laps at me, and I cry out, gripping onto the edge of the sofa with one hand and his hair with the other.
“Oh, God. Yes. Yes, Gideon.”
He hums, and the vibration sends sparks up my spine. The pressure building in my core rocks me, almost makes me panic, it’s so all consuming.
“I’ve got you,” he says, pushing two fingers inside me and hitting that spot, the one that only this man has ever been able to find. “Let go, baby. Go over for me. God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”
His words, the way he’s touching me—it sends me over the edge, and I scream as I come, my hips bucking up, meeting his lips.
“Breathe.” He works his way up and kisses my cheek, his fingers still inside me. “You have to breathe for me, Rebel.”
“Can’t.” I do gasp in a breath and feel him smile against me. “I think I died.”
“Not funny.” He slaps my pussy, making me gasp again.
He moves me effortlessly onto my side and spoons up behind me, lifting my leg and notching the head of his cock at my entrance. When he pushes inside, he steals my breath once more.
“So fucking deep,” I groan as he kisses over my shoulder. “Holy shit, Gideon. You’re so damn big.”
“And you take me so fucking well.” With my leg resting over his thigh, he reaches around and pets my clit, making me clench around him. “Like a fucking glove. You were made for me, Lena.”
Why does that make me want to cry?
I swallow hard and push back against him, wishing he’d pick up the pace and come so I didn’t feel so vulnerable, but he doesn’t do that.
No, this amazing man pulls out and turns me around, so I’m facing him, and pulls my leg up, then slips back inside me and cups my cheek, brushing his thumb over my skin.
This is tender.
This is connection.
Christ, he’s making love to me.
“Gideon.”
He kisses me so softly, it makes my stomach clench.
“Mine,” he whispers against my lips. “Do you hear me?”
I can only nod, because if I speak, I’ll cry.
“Tell me.”
I shake my head no, and his eyes narrow. He grips onto my ass, pulling me closer, moving a little faster and harder, and this I can do.
I can give him this.
“Tell me,” he says again, louder and more insistent.
Closing my eyes, I press my lips to his. “Yours.”
“Fuck.” His fingertips are rough now, surely leaving bruises that will make me smile later. I want his roughness. I want to make him lose control because Gideon never loses control.
The head of his cock keeps brushing over that sensitive patch, and before I know it, I’m coming harder than ever, and with a groan, he follows me over, splashing inside me, and I know without a doubt that this has changed everything for me.
I’m in love with him.
“You’re not concentrating.”
Duh. How am I supposed to do that when he’s standing there looking like the epitome of sex?
We’re in the ring, and I’m supposed to be hitting him. Or trying to. I’ve only ever landed one punch, and that was to his stomach after flashing him my tits.
He’s been extra vigilant since then.
“We need a day off,” I tell him, but he scowls at me and crosses his arms over his chest, showing off his biceps. He’s in a black tank top, revealing not only the muscles but his tattoos as well, and it’s not fair that he looks that good.
Not fair at all.
“You’re not getting a fucking day off.”
“Well, not with that attitude.” I smile, hoping he’ll laugh at my joke, but he just stares at me. “I’m exhausted, big guy. Someone has seriously disrupted my sleep schedule lately. You woke me up to fuck me twice last night.”
His lips twitch up into a smirk. “You weren’t complaining when I was nine inches inside you and you were squirting all over my cock, Rebel.”
Jesus, the mouth on this guy.
“It’s not a complaint—it’s just a fact.” I bring my foot up behind me and press my heel to my ass, stretching out my quads. “Don’t you ever want to sleep in? Be lazy?”
“No.”
“Well, not all of us are superhuman like you.” No reaction. He doesn’t even crack a smile. “You know I just love the drill sergeant routine. So broody. So grumpy.”
Nothing.
“Okay, hard-ass, what next?”
He circles me, looking me up and down like I’m a horse he wants to buy. It’s unsettling and heats me up from the inside out.
“Come on. You’re not concentrating in here, so you’ll just get hurt.”
“Where are we going?”
“Shooting range.”
Honestly, shooting is my least favorite thing. I don’t hate the obstacle course anymore, but we’ve been avoiding it because of the snow. The gym is okay. I’d rather run outside, but it’s slick, and I don’t have the proper shoes for it.
The shooting range makes me nervous. I know I’m safe, but I hate the noise, and I often have to breathe and count in my head to keep myself in the present and not get thrown back to that horrible night.
My nightmares are usually worse after we’ve worked in the range, especially if it’s been a long lesson.
I haven’t told him that, though. I refuse to complain, and he’s not wrong when he says that it’s stuff I need to learn. It could save my life someday.
It’s snowing like crazy as we hustle from the gym over to the indoor range.
“Come here,” Gideon says, crooking his finger at me. He’s standing in front of the door to the armory. I never go in there. I’ve never been invited, and he keeps it locked down so tight, I assume it’s off limits to me. “You can choose your weapon today.”
“You’re letting me in there?”
“If I’m with you, it’s okay. You’ll never come in here without me, though. Not until you’ve been trained on everything in here.”
I stop just inside the doorway, my jaw on the floor, as I take it all in.
“Uh, Gideon?”
“Hmm?” He’s already holding a weapon, checking it.
The room is so much bigger than it looks from the outside. The walls are lined with all kinds of different guns and rifles, and above each one is an illuminated LED light, so you can see exactly what you’re reaching for.
It looks like something out of Mission: Impossible. Seriously, Tom Cruise could come walking in here any minute, and it wouldn’t surprise me in the least.
“Pick your poison,” Gideon says, turning to me. He looks like he belongs here, in this room with these weapons. Like he’s completely at home here.
Because he is.
I swallow thickly. I can’t take my eyes off him.
“Are we in a hurry?” My question comes out as a breathy whisper, making his eyebrow come up in surprise.
“Not particularly.”
“Have you ever had sex in this room?”
That has his jaw flexing. He sets the gun down and then walks to me and frames my face in his hands.
“Does this turn you on, Rebel?”
“It’s a surprise to me too,” I admit, not able to look away from his incredible eyes. “But yeah, seeing you in here is a turn-on.”
I drop to my knees and grip his belt, making him swear under his breath. He doesn’t stop me as I unbuckle the belt, then work on his pants, and finally, his cock is free, and I lick it from the base to the crown, already dripping precum.