Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 121755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
It was indeed an alternate plan, but…
Fuck that.
“They’ve been messing with his head, Gabe. She probably targeted him, making him think she liked him and was his friend. And that’s so mean, it’s cruel.”
“Yeah,” he agreed.
“And they might be dangerous, so maybe he can’t just tell them to fuck themselves. Maybe they’ll stop playing games and start getting nasty.”
“If they went to this effort to manipulate him, I’d assume they don’t have the firepower to really fuck with him. And honestly, babe, some people suck. It could be they’re doing it just for shits and grins.”
Frankly, that was what I was worried about.
Because yeah.
Some people sucked.
“Take a look at his crew,” Gabe advised. “How many of them there are. Run through their rap sheets. Find out what they’re into and the level of danger that might mean for you. The son got nicked and is doing time. Might be he wasn’t the only one who was caught. And that might mean their crew’s numbers have diminished, and that made them weaker, even vulnerable. This seems like a pretty elaborate scheme when they could just threaten him with his own bodily harm to get him to do what they want. Which tells me they either don’t have the resources, or the stomach, to take it there.”
These were good points.
“I’ll tell the girls,” I said. “But I’ll warn you, I think we’re all pretty fired up to deliver the message that Duane isn’t open to be fucked with.”
“You’re heard,” Gabe replied. “But do the legwork first, Willow. Always do the legwork first.”
He was right.
“We will.”
He kissed me.
It got heated.
I got excited.
He ended it and kissed my nose.
In the dark, I pouted.
And I would find, even in the dark, Gabe could read my mind.
“You can attack me again after your mission tomorrow night.”
Huh.
“It wasn’t me who slammed you into the wall,” I pointed out.
“It wasn’t me who raced down the hall and jumped you,” he retorted.
“I didn’t jump you,” I snapped.
I so did.
“Cupcake, if I didn’t slam you into the wall, you would have climbed me like a tree.”
I so would have.
“Go to sleep, Gabe.”
He chuckled.
I huffed (even though I already knew I was in love with that sound too).
He pulled me closer.
I quit huffing.
And about five minutes later, I was dead asleep.
SIXTEEN
MULTITASK
Mistake one: deciding to wake Gabe by attacking him early and thinking I might get the upper hand.
Mistake two: ever thinking with the powerhouse he was I’d actually get the upper hand.
To say Gabe was perfectly okay with a part-wrestle, mostly-tussle sex sesh at three o’clock in the morning after about an hour and a half of sleep was an understatement.
To say I was learning the hard (but happy) way that Gabe was not a man to be taken unawares, even in his sleep, was another understatement.
To say only having one and a half hours of sleep didn’t slow Gabe down in the slightest was yet another understatement.
I was sweaty and grunting and so wet between my legs (I learned that morning Gabe wasn’t only good with his mouth on my pussy, he held special talents when it came to nipples), my juices were sliding down my thigh by the time I managed the Herculean task of getting him on his back, swinging a leg over and straddling him.
He started to surge up to take over (again).
I planted a hand in his chest and probably was only able to shove him down because I circled his cock with my other hand, a move that made him still.
I took special note of that.
Once I filed that away, taking advantage, I positioned and bore down, filling myself with him.
I mewed loudly with how good that felt.
He clamped his hands on my hips as his head dug back into the pillow, exposing the long line of his strong throat and angle of his square jaw, sharing eloquently it felt good to him too.
So hot.
With the grip he had, I wasn’t sure if I rode him or if he fucked himself with me.
I just knew, whichever it was, I liked it.
I also knew when he was done because he went in with his thumb, did that thing he did on my clit, and I exploded.
Bouncing uncontrollably, I arched back into my orgasm.
When I was almost at its end, I was pulled off his dick, tossed onto the bed, my hips were jerked up, and he slammed in again, so I took him on my knees, cheek to the bed.
I did this until he reached out, grabbed my hair, pulled my head back and me up onto my hands, and that maneuver was so nasty and scrumptious, I came again, but this time, I did it with him.
He let my hair go and I collapsed as he held my hips with gentle hands and glided in and out through his aftermath.