Page 17 of Stick Games
I climb up her body, press my lips to her and that’s when it occurs to me that I don’t have a condom. I break the kiss. “Dammit.”
Her eyes go wide, and I quickly console her. “I don’t have a condom. I didn’t even bring any here.”
She blinks up at me, surprise and what I think might be delight in her eyes. “You weren’t planning on hooking up?”
“No.”
“That girl who was all over you yesterday after beach volleyball. You two didn’t?—”
“No, we didn’t.”
Shit, I don’t want to tell her too much, too soon. This is a ‘yes’ day about sex. If I came right out and told her I wanted a future, what would she say? Would it scare her off? I’m not sure, so I’m going to tread carefully right now, and spend the rest of the day proving how good we are together. I mean hot sex is one thing, but a future is something else entirely, especially when she’s hated me for the last few years, and we have her brother to consider.
I lightly brush her hair back. “I can go get some. I think they carry them in the gift shop.”
I’m about to move but she grabs my arm to stop me. “Gabe.”
“Yeah babe?”
“I…I’m clean, and I’m on birth control.” Is she fucking saying what I think she’s saying. “Are you?—”
I swallow. Hard. No matter what we’ve been through the last few years, Millie trusts me, and that means a whole fucking hell of a lot. “I’m clean. I don’t have sex without a condom, and we all get tested frequently, just to be sure. As far as birth control. No, I’m not on anything.”
Confusion moves over her face for a second, and then she laughs. Jesus, it’s so good to hear Millie laugh. She’d been so serious about training for the Olympics, and then taking on the job of skating coach, that there hadn’t been room for laughter.
“I love it when you laugh, Millie.”
The seriousness in my voice does something to her. Her face softens, everything about her relaxing as I position myself over her, widen her legs and slide my cock inside her.
Heaven. Pure fucking heaven.
“Gabe.”
My body convulses, pleasure and heat filling every fiber of my being, as my heart swells with all the things I feel for this woman. “I know, Millie. I know.”
She puts her hand on the side of my face, and while I’ve wanted her forever, there is no hurry here. Neither one of us seem to want fast and furious. No, we both want soft, tender…thoughtful. I push into her, the world melting away, and even though my love for this woman has weathered time, everything about this feels different…new.
I slide my arms around her, holding her body to mine. She lightly runs her fingers over my back, as I bury my face in the crook of her neck, kissing her lightly and breathing in the scent of her skin.
Our bodies move together in sync, like long time lovers, and maybe that’s just because we’ve been friends forever, and know each other well. Or maybe it’s just something…more.
Her moans mingle with mine, and while I don’t want this to end, I console myself with the fact that for the rest of the day it’s only the two of us. No sharing her with any of our friends. Hell, I don’t want to share her with anyone ever. Call me selfish, call me whatever the fuck you want, but the truth is, I can’t continue on like this, wanting, needing…craving.
If I ever thought this one time with her would sate me, I must have been out of my mind. As her muscles clench around my cock, I let pleasure overcome me and give into my own orgasm. I spurt inside her, fill her with my seed, as she moans, one thought bounces around inside my brain: I am not leaving this island until this woman is mine.
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Emilia
I hold him to me, and run my hands along his back. He sags against me, his muscles much more relaxed than they were moments ago, as he pins me with his weight. A part of me can’t believe that I just had sex with Gabe.
Gabe the Babe.
Gigi.
I grin as I think about the nickname I’d given him. I like to call him that on the ice when he’s being a belligerent ass. It rouses him, and I kind of like it when this man is provoked. I plan to provoke him again and again, in the most delicious ways, until our friends come back from their catamaran trip, and we go back to reality.
He lifts his head, his dark eyes are warm, sated…tender as they meet mine. My heart skips a beat. Honestly, I never expected sex with Gabe to be quite so gentle, or emotional. Did he too feel like there was more going on here?
