Page 46 of Fury
“Beth,” he murmured, lips following the trail of his fingers on her skin, deliberately dragging his beard across. Soft curves pressed against him, he wanted to devour her. “Wakie, wakie.” He slipped his hand under the covers, finding the hem of her nightgown with his fingertips, trailing along the heat of her thigh. Mouth to her neck, he pressed kiss after kiss to every inch of flesh he could reach. Sketching slow circles on her shoulder with the tip of his nose, he dipped his fingers under the satin fabric, dragging it up the few inches until he could cup her mound with his palm. Hot, so heated when he gently wedged his hand between her legs, he sucked in a breath of anticipation.
Bethy mumbled something and moved in the bed, arching back and lifting her leg slightly. He shifted his hand slowly back and forth, then changed position to find the top edge of her panties, slipping underneath to trace the lips of her sex with his fingers. “Fucking wet, baby. You dreaming of me?”
“Always, Gabe.” Her voice was whisper-soft, a barely there exhalation of sound that reverberated inside him. He’d wanted to hear his name from her lips for so long, wanted and imagined how it would feel.So much better than anything I could have dreamed.
He moved, stripping her panties down her legs, gripping her thigh in one hand and lifting it so her calf draped over his hip. He might not be able to fuck her properly yet, but he’d be damned if he waited another instant to be inside her. It was the work of moments to position himself at her entrance. “Bethany?” She responded with a slow pump of her hips, still half asleep but aroused by his play. “Baby, you with me?” A soft hum was his answer. “Beth,” he dragged the head of his cock through the wetness she’d given him, “are you with me?”
“Yes, Gabe. I’m right here.” Now she sounded peeved, and he grinned at that because a peeved Bethany was an awake one.
“Bethany?” She turned her head finally, a tiny frown drawing her brows together as she glared at him. When he didn’t say anything else and didn’t move, she shifted slightly, angling the top of her body away so she could see him better. Her brows lifted, arching up towards her hairline and he grinned at her. He moved then, thrusting into her, feeling her pussy part and give way, accepting his invasion of her body. Her lids drooped, those gorgeous eyes heated and her lips parted as she pulled in a breath. Midstroke, he gave her everything. “I love you.” Her eyes focused on his face. “I’ve loved you for so long, baby.” He saw wet gathering in her eyes. “I’m never giving you up. You’re—” Bottoming out inside her, he ground deeper, finding comfort in every inch of skin that touched along their bodies. He pushed her nightgown up, palm sliding over her breast, fingers wrapping around to caress and plump as he pumped into her again. “Mine, forever. You get that, right?”
“I know, honey.” She lifted a palm to his face, thumb sliding along his bottom lip, fingers threading through his beard. “Forever.” Catching her lip between her teeth, she hissed as he thrust hard, pussy pulsing around him. “Gabe.”
He rolled her nipple between finger and thumb, tugging and playing just how she liked it best. He remembered every moment spent in her bed and used those memories now. Shoving his other arm under her, he wrapped his hand around her hip, stroking down until his fingertips were pressing on her clit. Timing his thrusts, he alternated between tweaking her nipple and flicking her clit, watching as her eyes closed, then opened, finding his. “Bethany, you know I love you?”
“Uh, huh.” She nodded, hair wisping across his face as she moved, hips pumping back against him. “Love you, too, honey.”
“My name,” he growled, bending his neck to graze the side of her throat with his teeth. “Say my fucking name.”
“Gabe.” Whispers filled with urgency, she called, “Gabe, honey.”
Sweat slicked her skin, and he stopped torturing her nipple, wrapping his arm around her waist to drive her down onto his cock. Her pussy pulsed and rippled, every change in tension and pressure pulling him closer to the edge. He worked her clit, first slow, then fast until she gasped for air, mouth opening as she threw her head back, turning to bury her face against his neck. On a rising wail, she cried out and her body tensed in his arms, her hands gripping his wrist, holding his hand still as he pressed hard, hips moving fast. Driving deep, he clamped his teeth into the muscles of her shoulder, brutal in his chase towards climax. She cried out again, and he heard what he’d been waiting for. “Gabriel.”
Deep inside her he held still, balls tight to his body as his orgasm poured from him, the heat around the head of his cock intensifying until he had to move again. Another thrust, then another, slower, feeling her relax into him, turning into an exhausted ragdoll in his arms. Still he glided in and out, slowly, filled with the indescribably beautiful sensation of being inside the woman he loved more than life.
“Baby?” He kissed the indents left from his teeth, wincing to see how deep they ran, knowing she’d bear bruises tomorrow. “You okay?”
“If by okay, you mean bonelessly satisfied and exhausted? Then, yes. I’m that.” She sighed and then froze. “Gabe, your spooge is leaking out of me.”
He grinned, pressing his forehead tight to her back, hoping he was out of elbow range. “Yup.”
“You spooged in me?” He tried to bury his laughter, unsuccessfully, and when he chuckled, she twisted in his arms, turning to see his face. “You spooged in me?”
“Yup.”
She reached up and touched one corner of his mouth. “Stop smiling.” He shook his head. “I’m serious, Gabe. Stop smiling.” She lifted both hands and tugged on the corners of his mustache, trying to pull his lips into a somber line. “Stop smiling. I can’t be mad at you if you’re smiling like that.”
“Like what?” He leaned in and brushed his lips across hers, watching her nose crinkle as his softening cock slipped out of her. “What am I smiling like?”
“Like you’re six years old and someone told you that Santa and the Easter Bunny were real things.”
He kissed her again, trailing his lips up her jaw to press a final caress in front of her ear. Whispering, he told her, “Better. I got told that you’re mine, forever. I’m just working to seal the deal.”
She pulled back, studying his face, her expression one he hadn’t seen before, equal parts terror and hope. “I’m not on birth control.”
When her fingers touched the corner of his mouth again, he knew he was smiling. “I know.”
***
He stared at Mason, not certain he’d heard correctly. “Come again?”
Grinning, Mason lifted his beer and tilted his chair back in the same movement, leaning backwards on two legs. “Fort Wayne.” Slate snorted a laugh and matched Mason’s posture, his balance wavering for a moment. Then he collected himself and took a long pull from the bottle in his hands.
Fury looked around the room, narrowing his eyes as he realized the men had been handpicked to be there. In addition to Mason and Slate, there were national and chapter officers, a couple of members, and one prospect, Hurley. He ran through the names again, and any humor or goodwill fled when he realized every man who had witnessed Mason’s distrust of him was here, Bear, Brute, PBJ, and Pinto. Turning back to Mason, he stared at the man for a moment, then asked, “Why are you fucking with me?”
Mouth flattening, Mason shook his head. “Not fucking with you. And, gotta say,” he let the legs of the chair thump to the floor, “most men got told they were having a promotion like this, they don’t much argue.”
“Most men aren’t me.” Fury was intensely aware that he’d deposited his phone and weapons into the lock box before coming into this room, the lightness of his vest pockets making him uneasy and that uneasiness pissed him off.I shouldn’t be like this here. These are my brothers. “Wanna start from the top, and maybe begin with why this isn’t going to be a voted change?”
