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Chapter twenty-six
Gabe
I'm dragged to consciousness by a warm, wet heat surrounding my cock. Emily's gone from my arms. My hands clumsily reach for my dick only to find a silky head of hair.
"Emily?" I ask, lifting the sheet to peer down at her.
A heart-stuttering smile lights up her face. "Were you expecting someone else?" I love the sparkle in her eye.
I let the sheet drop and drag my hand down my face. "No. Just...a hell of a way to wake up."
I fell asleep worried she might wake up and feel ashamed or embarrassed by what we did last night. It'd be a logical reaction for someone not used to male attention. We all kind of took it too far, too. I wanted her to see how much we wanted her, that she was desirable. I wanted her to feel sexy. Then Luca had to go and talk about marrying her and Carter got all in his feels. Christ.
"Shit, Princess. That feels amazing." I say, my hips giving a little involuntary pump. I squeeze my quads, trying to hold off the orgasm that's barreling at me. Fuck, I'm barely awake. One delicate hand traces the indentation between the muscles in my quad while the other gently cups my balls and I lose all control.
"Emily, I'm coming." I grunt out, hoping I gave her enough warning. She takes me to the back of her throat, tongue pressing against the long ridge underneath me and moans. She. Fucking. Moans. And I die. My soul leaves my body in a wave of ecstasy. My balls clench. I groan, deep and low and satisfied, as I spasm into herwaiting throat. She swallows, her throat squeezing my over-sensitive head and I jump. My abs clench as my heart leaves my body and I curl around her. She gives me one last languid suck as she cleans my dick and pops it out of her mouth.
She pops out from under the covers and rests her head on her hand, grinning like the cat that got the canary. I run my thumb across the apple of her cheek.
"Not that I'm complaining, because that was the best way to wake up in the history of waking up, but what was that for?"
"I wanted to say thank you for last night. I know what you did...and why you did it..." She blushes. She's fucking adorable. I let silence fall between us. I want to push her, but I don't want her to pull away. "No one's ever...done...anything like that for me. No one's really cared enough."
There it is.
My heart clenches painfully. This beautiful creature has been ignored, abandoned, and neglected her entire life. If she thinks a little mutual masturbation is the nicest thing anyone's ever done for her? Christ.
What would she be like if anyone in her fucking life had given her any kind of attention, or love, or support? What would she be like if, instead of trying to freeze her out, I actually fueled her? Leaned into her? Made an effort to do right by her? If all of us made an effort to do right by her?
"Did I say something wrong?" She asks, thumbing the middle of my brow to smooth out the furrow there.
"If I ever find your ex, I may beat the shit out of him." I grumble before flipping her onto her back and pressing my weight on top ofher. I nuzzle into her neck, kissing and nibbling. She squeals and tries to push me off of her, but I've got at least a hundred pounds on her. I dig my fingers into her ribs, tickling her, loving the way she squeals and giggles and squirms beneath me.
I lean back, bracing my weight on my hands on either side of her head. The pure joy radiating off of her face does me in. If I wasn't sure I loved her before, I'm certain now. This shy, insecure, beautiful woman has worked her way into my heart while I've been busy trying to keep her out.
The joy on her face melts into heat. Her hands hold my waist, her chest rising and falling steadily. "How are your ribs?" She whispers, setting my blood on fire.
"All healed." She wraps her legs around my waist, hooking her ankles against my lower back. My dick, soft and satisfied from my wake-up call thickens again in anticipation. She trails her fingers from my abs up my sternum and flattens them against my broad pecs.
"You really are incredible." She whispers, finally meeting my eyes. One hand comes to my face, and she gently rubs her thumb through my beard. I close my eyes and lean into her touch. I've never been so intimate with someone. Never so vulnerable.
I changed my mind. I'm not going to fuck my way into her heart. I'm going to make love to her until she loves me back.
Chapter twenty-seven
Emily
Gabe stares at me with an intensity that makes me want to wilt. His eyes are intense, but his mouth is smiling softly at me. He bends forward until his plump lips brush mine. He kisses me slowly, leisurely, as if we have all the time in the world.
They have today off, and Carter has the baby monitor, so I let myself believe that we do.
He trails soft kisses down my cheek, my neck, and across my collarbone. I don't know what's happening but something about this feels different. He isn't the controlling, demanding, intense Gabe. He's being tender with me.
I run my hands over the valleys in his back muscles, loving the feel of his warm skin. I rake my nails lightly up his back and am rewarded with a shudder.
He works his way down my sternum, avoiding my aching breasts. They're heavy and hot and dying for his attention. My nipples peak so tightly they tingle with pain.
He kisses my stomach, my hip bones, before slowly dragging my shorts down. Oh my God. He's right there. Self-consciousness grips me and Gabe must feel me stiffen.
