Page 43 of Gypsy's Lady
Kelsey stared at her for a moment, then nodded, the only response shecould think of.
“Honey, don’t give me that. I raised two boys and a beautiful daughter. Nothing you can say will shock me.” Maggie leanedforwardsand reachedout to lay her hand on Kelsey’s arm. “Tell me if there’s anything wrong, okay?”
She stared into Maggie’s face amoment,and finally came to a decision. “Ho-how do you know if a man likes you?”
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Gypsy
“No, we’ll be back on the road tomorrow. We all needed a break.” He turned from where he stood by the motel window and looked back towards the bed where Kelsey was sleeping with the help ofsome medication Bulldog had thoughtfully sent with them. She was so sore when they got off the bikes last night, she could hardly walk so Gypsy had called a pause to their trip.
A “just in case” measure she’d definitely needed after their fourth straight day on the road.
“Everything okay, brother?” Blue Line asked, and Gypsy knew the real questionbehindwhat had been voiced. If it was too longa delay, Blue Line might have to float a different solution than the one they’d agreed upon.
It had been the work of an hour to get Kelsey to agree to the medication. She’d argued against the delay, making point after point in favor of continuing. Throughout it all, Gypsy had stayed seated on the bed with her cradled in his lap, gently pointing out each time she moved and flinched. She’d finallyacquiesced, grumpily, when he told her Tugboat said Maggie could use the downtime, too.
“Yeah, man.Shejust needs a break. Tomorrow we’ll be back in the wind.” He strode to where she lay, settling his ass on the edge of the bed. Leaningforwards, he rested his hand on her head, stroking her forehead with the pad of one thumb. “We’ll see you soon.”
He disconnected the call and tossed the phoneon the nightstand before bracketing her body with his arms, staring down at her.
“Fuck.” He muttered the curse word and froze in place as she wrinkled her nose. Her lashes fluttered, brushing the curve of her cheek softly before her eyes opened. She didn’t look afraid, not of him, but then again, she never had been. Blinking, she smiled and lifted one hand to brush his hair behind an ear. Thestartlingly intimate gesture released him, and he eased back, putting a little space between them as he stared at her. “Hey, there.”
“Hi, Gypsy.” She sounded rested and content, her fingers returning to toy with a curl of hair that had escaped again, hanging down beside his face. “You’re all mussy.” This mischievous tone of voice wasn’t one he’d ever heard from her, she was relaxed, the expressionon her face easygoing and affectionate. “Fussy mussy.”
“I am?”
“Mmhmm.” With a heavy sigh, she shifted and stretched, both arms raised over her head, each move languorous. “You are. How ya goin’?” Another sleepy smile curled her lipsandshe blinked at him. “Do you know how much I like you?”
The medication. It dawned onhimwhyshewas acting so strangely. Bulldog had said it was strong, andGypsy was seeing the evidence of that now. “I like you, too.”
“I bet I like you a fair sight more.” Her back arched and she stretched again. She lifted her arm and rested her wrist lightly on his shoulder, fingers teasing the ends of his loose hair. “I’ve liked you for a long, long time.”
“Darlin’, you need to rest.”
“A long, long time.” She gathered a handful of hair, gripping it tightly,the pull against his scalp just this side of pain. “You’re always so proper.” With a tug, she tried to draw his face down towards hers. “I was proper once. My brother said I was a proper poppet.” Kelsey lifted her head, gaze locked on his, mouth so close to his he could feel her breath. “I like you, Doug Tatum.” Rising up that final distance, she brought her lips to his in a gentle touch, her wordscaressing his skin. “I’m your proper missus, aren’t I?” Heat grazed his bottom lipandhe groaned when she caught it with her teeth in a sharp nip. “Your missus likes you.”
“Kels,” he began to say, but she wrapped her other arm around his neck, bringing their mouths together. Her tongue slippedalonghis and the instant he tasted her, all rational thought fled. Gypsy stopped trying to pull awayand instead, surged forwards. His arm wrapped around her upper body, and he held her tight against him as he angled his mouth across hers. She met him eagerly, her lips pliant under his, their tongues tangling and stroking together. Her hands were busy in his hair, loosening the tie to let it fall in curtains around their faces.
“I love your hair.”Hermurmured words were nearly a moan as shesank her fingersintohis hair and against his scalp. She arched, breasts crushed against his chest and he tightened his hold on her. “And your mouth.” She nipped his lip again, giggling at his groaned response. “You have a most attractive mouth, you know? It’s brilliant. I think about your mouth a lot, hubby.”
That word yanked Gypsy from the aroused haze he’d becomelostin,andhe pulled back,looking down at the beautiful, aroused woman beneath him.Heavy-liddedeyes gazed back at him,andwhen he noted how dilated her pupils were, it was just another dose of cold-water reality to throw on his way too eager dick.Medicated, he reminded himself.
“Kels, you need to rest, honey.” She aimed a kiss at his mouth,andhe dodgedsoher lips slid up his cheek instead, her teeth grasping hislobe with a sharp bite. “Ow, honey. Don’t bite.”Jesus. Her hands slipped down, one curling around the back of his neck, the other coming to rest on his chest. “Kels.” She was nuzzling against his neck now, leaving a trail of wet kisses. “Darlin’.” She arched, her peaked nipples grazing his chest.God, she’s making it hard to be good.
“Almost memorized your mouth.” Kelsey’s lips moved acrosshis skin as she spoke, and Gypsy had to stifle a groan at the feel. “With my mind. Now it’s my mouth’s turn.”
His cock was fully on board with her ideas; the blood rushing to it throbbed in time with each soft gasp and moan. The hand on his chest moved south,andhe quickly lurched to the side, propped on one arm so he could grip her hand before it clasped onto his dick. “Kels.”
“I want to bea good missus.” Hot gusts of breath trailed across the skin of his neck, goose bumps chasing each word. “I think you like me. Want you to like me.”
“I do like you, Kelsey. But you need to rest.”
She sounded frustrated when she whispered, “I like you.”
Matching her volume, he whispered back, “Honey, I like you, too.”
“But Ilikeyou.” Her voice rose, fear creeping in around the edges of thewords. “Why don’t you like me? It’s because ofhim, isn’t it? All the things that happened to me? The horrible, horrible things they did. You have to know I didn’t want it. Not from them. Not from Baxter, Brendan, or the others.” Her voice trembled as it rose and fell, and he was dismayed at how much pain it held. “It’s because of that, isn’t it? That’s the sticky part for you.”
