Chapter 17 – Linzie
LINZIE
“Scoot back onto the bed,” Gabe orders. The tenderness in his voice is gone. In its place is the growly, demanding, brooks-no-argument tone I love so much.
I do as he asks and scoot back to sit up against the headboard, flipping open the bottom of my dress and letting my knees fall open slightly.
Crossing my arms, I reach for the tops of my shoulders and drag the top of my dress down and off my arms, freeing my breasts.
Finding the two clips and the tie at my waist, I undo them and flip the fabric over the side of the bed, leaving me completely open for Gabe to stare at.
He doesn’t move, just watches, frozen in place. Needing to get him moving, I decide to take matters into my own hands—literally.
Cupping my breasts and thumbing my nipples, I watch as his nostrils flare. His eyes never leave mine as he strips off first his shirt, then his shoes. Tossing them aside, he removes his socks and then unhooks his belt and removes his pants.
My hand travels slowly down my belly to my soaked and now throbbing pussy. Slipping two fingers along the slit of my lips, I wait for Gabe to do something. But he’s still standing there naked, stroking his cock as he watches me.
“I was told the best way for a man to apologize is with his mouth.” Gabe puts his knee on the bed, making it sink under his weight, but he doesn’t move any closer yet.
“Show me.” He grunts.
I scissor my fingers and reveal how slick and wet I am for him. Only him.
“Show me. Put them inside and show me.” He grunts again.
My fingers disappear inside my center, and I move them slowly in and out, in and out. With my other hand, I rub my clit in circles, causing my breathing to speed up and my insides to tighten.
“Stop!” Gabe barks. “Now show me.”
I pull my fingers out and raise them up to show him my juice. Gabe leans forward, grabs my fingers and sucks them into his mouth, licking them clean.
“So, about this apology …” I tease, pointing at my now very wet, very empty and very needy pussy. “I think you'd better get to it, Mr. President.”
Without warning, he is on me. With one of my legs draped over his shoulder and the other pinned to the bed by his hand, Gabe gets down to business. The feel of his tongue swirling around my clit has my head falling back against the headboard and my eyes rolling back into my head.
God, he’s good at this. So fucking good.
I owe Sadie a thank-you card and a kiss for this suggestion.
“You’re in your head,” Gabe’s gruff voice says, and it’s then I notice his mouth is no longer moving where I want it to be but speaking instead.
“Why are you talking? It’s rude to speak with your mouth full,” I reprimand, fighting not to laugh at the look he’s giving me from between my thighs. “Do I need to take care of myself?”
The slap to my thigh comes swiftly and unexpectedly. “Touch my pussy without permission again and I’ll have your ass, and I don’t mean spanking.” The expectant brow and dare-you-to-argue glare have me shutting up quickly.
Gabe’s tongue returns to its rightful place and begins fluttering between my folds, coaxing a moan from deep within my chest. His tongue is a magical thing.
It's branding and claiming me. Everything else fades away with each stroke, lick, and suck of his mouth. I’m getting closer and closer to falling over the edge.
I groan and whimper, moaning his name, but Gabe doesn’t let up. He doesn’t stop his assault.
My legs tremble as Gabe thrusts two fingers inside me, pumping and thrusting, hitting that perfect spot. I scream his name as my climax crashes over me. I think he’s done when he slows his rhythm and kisses my inner thigh, but I’m wrong. So wrong.
Gabe continues his onslaught on my pussy, wringing three more very powerful, mind-blowing, spine-tingling orgasms from me.
Grabbing both my ankles, Gabe drags me down the bed, shoving my knees open, and drives himself deep.
He’s rocking and driving hard into me. He places one hand under my ass and lifts, giving him an even deeper angle.
His other hand is planted next to my head, and his mouth is currently playing with my nipple, his teeth scraping the tip, sending shots of lightning through my core.
I arch up, meeting him thrust for thrust, tilting my hips against him, giving us both that little extra grind. It feels amazing. He feels amazing.
“Gabe …”
“I got you, Vixen. Hold on just a little longer for me. We’re almost there,” he grunts between thrusts. Then, with that magical mouth, he latches onto the opposite nipple, sucking hard while flicking with his tongue. I swear I feel the same flutter of his tongue like a ghost on my clit.
I tighten my muscles, gripping Gabe’s cock, causing a hitch in his rhythm. Gabe pauses to glare at me. “Oh, fuck. Do that again,” he demands, and I do as he asks.
He slows his pace, watching me intently. He swivels his hips, grinding down as I thrust up. I moan, scratching his back with my nails. Gabe hisses a curse, then picks up his pace again.
“Honey,” I moan. “I need to …”
“I got you. Just … hold … on.” He picks up his pace, grinding his hips hard against me, bottoming out. I’m gritting my teeth, digging my nails into the skin of his back. I come with a scream, but Gabe doesn’t let up. He keeps his pace, drawing out another orgasm.
He wraps one arm under my shoulder, anchoring me to him. His other hand is still under my ass as he grunts and thrusts harder, curling himself around me. With one final pump of his hips, he spills his release inside me, wringing one last orgasm from my now sweaty, limp body.
Gabe places a soft kiss on my lips and another on my nose, then leans his forehead against mine.
“How’s that for a fucking apology?” he says smugly.
We’re both panting, sweaty messes. Sated and smiling like fools.
But of course, I can’t let him think he’s won just yet.
After all, I promised Sadie I would make him earn it.
“It was a good first round,” I tease with a smile.
“First … all right. Challenge accepted!” Gabe rolls us over, keeping our bodies connected and placing me on top of him. I know my hair must be an absolute mess, and there’s no doubt people have noticed we’re missing, but I can’t find it in me to care.
“Move those hips, Linzie. I want to feel you grinding down on me.” His hand comes down and slaps my ass hard, and I start moving. “We’ve got another apology to get to, and we’re not stopping until you’re good and satisfied.”
Oh, shit.
Thirty minutes and another round later, we’re cuddled up together on the bed catching our breath and enjoying the moment when I suddenly remember something.
“Shit! Gabriel, you’re missing your daughter’s reception.
We need to get you back out there.” I start to shuffle off the bed, but Gabe grabs me, tossing me down on my back.
I’m staring up at his smug smiling face.
“We’re not missing anything except maybe food,” he says, kissing my neck and doing a fantastic job of distracting me. “Besides, I’m pretty sure this is exactly what those girls had planned to happen anyway with putting you in that dress.”
“They did nothing of the sort.” I try to get the words out without laughing, but my smile breaks, and he knows I’m lying.
“You were in on it too, huh?” he says, pretending to be shocked. “You didn’t have to go through all this trouble to get me into bed with you, woman. I would’ve happily fucked you ten ways from Friday. All you had to do was ask.”
I don’t like what he’s just said, and he must realize it because he grips my chin, not letting me look away. “I’m playing with you, Linz.” I nod, but my chest still feels tight.
Did I just fall under his spell again? Was this all just another …
His mouth on mine pulls me out of my thoughts. I melt into the kiss and whimper when he pulls away.
“Good. Now that I have your attention.” He smiles. “I told you this isn’t just sex for me. I want you. I want you to be mine in every way. My woman. My ol’ lady. My queen. No more running, remember?”
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, caressing his beard with my hand.
His smile widens and there’s a hint of mischief in his eyes. “It’s okay, Vixen. I like your brand of apologies. You can say sorry on your knees after we get you fed and spend some time out at the party.”
He rolls off me, getting up off the side of the bed. Then, taking my hand, he helps me to the edge. I grab my dress and shake it out before attempting to put it back on again.
“I feel so awful about missing so much. They’re probably getting ready to cut the cake and clean everything up.”
Gabe stops me by grabbing my hand. “Baby, they had their wedding inside the clubhouse. That party out there,” he points, “won’t end for hours.
These guys are built to party. It’s in their DNA.
And as for that dress from hell, you are not wearing that out there again.
Get something out of your bag or wear one of my shirts if you want.
But that thing is getting burned when this is over. ”
“Gabriel, I’m not walking back upstairs to find my bag. Someone might see me.”
“Your bag isn’t upstairs. It’s over there at the bottom of my closet.
Trevor put it in here a little while ago.
You’re not sleeping in the playroom anymore.
You’ll sleep in here with me.” He pulls his pants on over his thighs, then grabs his shirt off the floor, pulling it on over his shoulders.
“You can’t suck my dick in the playroom.
Well, not while there’re kids staying in it. ”
“You’re insufferable. You know that?”
He shrugs and smiles. “You’re the one who said proper apologies are done on one’s knees. I’m just trying to play by the same rules you’ve given me.”