Page 70 of For Always
Tyler hugged Gabriella close to him as they took the stairs and when they entered the room and closed and locked their door, he made love to her before they both fell asleep.
He touched her leg and she moaned.
His fingers brushing over her sensitive skin was just as erotic as his tongue stroking over her most intimate parts.
But he liked her thighs, often spending time touching and kissing them before doing anything else. So she rolled onto her back, spreading her legs a little wider to give him the access he desired. A shiver slipped down her spine as he grew closer to her juncture, his fingers already knew the path to her pleasure.
He stopped and she whimpered.
His next touch was to her cheek, then down to swirl a finger around each of her already puckered nipples. She arched her back, pushing her breasts upward to him, giving him whatever he wanted from her. It was how they had come to be together. Gabriella and Tyler. Even their names rung a cute little bell in her head.
She was in love.
And this time it was real.
It was unlike anything she’d ever felt with Austin. And unlike anything she’d ever imagined in her life. That’s how Gabriella knew it was real. It’s how she knew it was fate.
She was in love with Tyler West and every instinct she possessed told her that he was in love with her too.
Especially the way he was so tenderly touching her right now. He’d left her nipples aching and wanting more, tracing his tongue…no it was too hard to be his tongue…but it was cool and it was moving down the valley between her breasts. Cold and hard and…her eyes shot open and his hand slammed over her mouth, killing the scream before it was even born.
Tyler moved beside her and the clicking sound the gun made when the man pointed it to her head echoed in the room.
“You make a move, I blow her brains out,” he said.
“Noah.”
She heard Tyler whisper the name as the man pulled her out of bed, holding her back close against the front of his body. He backed up until he was near the open closet door while moonlight spilled into the room from the partially opened blinds.
“Let her go, Noah,” Tyler said.
He’d eased off the bed, slowly, keeping eye contact with Noah, Gabriella guessed because he wasn’t looking at her. She was shaking. The arm Noah had around her neck was strong and almost constricted her breath. But it was the nozzle of the gun rubbing along the skin at her temple that had her heart thumping wildly.
“You know that’s not going to happen,” Noah stated.
His voice sounded young, lacking the deep timbre of her brothers, Tyler and even Jagger’s. And he was scrawny. She could feel how thin he was, but knew from the way that he was holding her that his strength should not be underestimated because of his size.
“We can talk this out,” Tyler told him.
He was standing on the other side of the bed now, his hands down by his side.
“You can talk all you want, the end will still be the same. You die. Jagger dies. I get Westwind because it’s rightfully mine,” Noah said. “Oh, and this one here, she gets to fuck a man whose of her own race. Well, half her race since my dad seemed to have an affinity for black women too. You two shared that affliction.”
“I can’t let you hurt her, Noah,” Tyler said. “I won’t let you hurt her.”
“You can’t stop me!” Noah yelled. “None of you idiots can!”
He backed up again and leaned in closer to laugh eerily in Gabriella’s ear.
“I’ve been here all along, right under your noses,” he said. “You like it when he takes you from the back. Putting you on your knees like you’re some kind of animal. And then you let him smack your ass like he’s the stallion riding you hard until you come whining his name and stroking his ego.”
Gabriella cringed at the knowledge that he’d watched them. That closet door had been closed when she and Tyler went to bed. Now it was open and Noah was hanging around it like in some way it was his home. He’d been hiding in there, watching them. She shivered with the disturbing thought.
“You like him panting over you and carting you around like a showpiece, don’t you?”
Gabriella didn’t respond.
“Don’t you!” he yelled and lowered his hand to grab her breast. He squeezed until she whimpered.
