Page 38 of The Gambler
“You’re beautiful.” Will he ever not feel his heart trip at that smile? He hoped the day never came. He hugged her tight, suddenly overcome by the most overwhelming surge of love and possessiveness. He said a quick prayer that he never failed her, ever.
“Lay still this time baby, if you move I’ll stop.” Yeah and how many times has he saidthat in the last three hours? She didn’t listen for shit; though she nodded her head again, the little liar. He blew cool air against her heat, still a little worried about hurting her even if she wasn’t.
She was red and just a little swollen as he eased his tongue into her, pushing her legs higher in the air, so he could go as deep as possible. She loved being eaten, if she had her way, he’d be down there for hours and she let him know by holding his head against her as she moved beneath his tongue.
She felt so slight in his hands as he lifted her to his mouth. It was hard to believe that she’d taken all of him over and over again, and came back for more. Thus far, he’d been able to hold a little part of himself in check; even at his wildest moments he held something back. He wondered if he could risk taking her the way he wanted to. Only one way to find out!
She gave him a pouty look over her shoulder when he turned her over on her hands and knees. He ran his hand under her, fingering her until she lost the pout and rode his fingers. Leaning over her back he kissed his way to her lips as he slipped into her body.
“Fucking amazing.” She automatically arched her back and pushed back against him, until he was balls-deep. She started rocking back and forth on his dick, making herself feel good as he held still and let her take what she needed.
When she sped up and keened, he knew she needed him to move, so he pulled back and went back in, slow at first. By the fourth stroke he was slamming into her holding his breath and waiting for her reaction to this new loving.
She went nuts. Her head flew back and forth on her shoulders as she used the rest of her body to fuck herself on his cock. He wished he could stop andjust watch her, but he was too caught up in her, in the way she felt wrapped around him. All that heat and fire was his, only his.
The thought set off an avalanche, and before he could think better of it he was pulling her head back by her hair as he pounded into her over and over again. He reached around and fondled her clit, which only made her wilder.
“Angel…” Her voice sounded slightly afraid, but he calmed her with soft words whispered in her ear, as he wrapped his arm around her middle.
“I’m right here baby, I’ve got you.” When he came that time he knew he was done, there was nothing left as she milked his cock through her own massive orgasm. He wasn’t surprised when she fainted on him, though it almost gave him a heart attack.
He lifted her and carried her into the bathroom with him, running a warm bath before stepping in and sitting with her back to him. He ran water over her face until she came to. “Angel?”
“Yeah baby.”
“Good.” He laughed and kissed her cheek before reaching for the cloth to clean them both up.
Chapter 23
He took her downstairs half an hour later, after finding some cream to ease her discomfort. He sat with her as she ate her breakfast, thinking that she might need the extra attention after what they’d shared; the truth was that he needed it.
He was in no hurry to lose the bond they’d just formed. He wished he could just say fuck it and take her away somewhere, but he had to tie up all the loose ends before they could do that. He had an idea while she sat there playing with her butterflies, as she ate her second helping of eggs and toast.
Takingout his phone, he called his mother who was still away with her husband, and will be for the next two weeks. He hoped she didn’t have a heart attack when she saw it was him calling.
It was not like him to call her while she was traipsing around the globe, he usually left the calling to her at her convenience. But he had to share with her; besides if he didn’t, she’d kill his ass.
“Stefan what’s wrong who’s hurt is it gramps we’ll take…”
“Mom, calm down, no one’s hurt I just wanted to ask you a favor.”
“Anything love; whew you scared me half to death.”
“I need you to plan my wedding.”
“You…WHAT…wait who when where? We’re coming home.”
“No you’re not, you’re going to stay and enjoy the rest of your holiday. I figure you can get started from over there, that’s what the net is for. Oh and mom, make sure there’re lots of butterflies and chocolates.”
“Butterflies.”Her voice had gone whisper soft as she understood the significance. He had no intentions on sharing the fact that his Jenna could talk to her dead daughter; that might open a whole can of worms that he wasn’t ready for. Knowing his mother, there would be séances in his fucking house every other night. He answered as many of her questions as he could before hanging up.
“What’s the matter baby?” She was just staring at him with a look of longing on her face. He really shouldn’t laugh, he didn’t want to encourage her, but she was just so damn cute. And when she sighed and blushed he couldn’t resist pulling her to him for a kiss.
“Behave yourself, I have work to do, let’s go.” He figured she’d end up in his lap anyway, at least this way she would still have the reassurance women seemed to need after giving themselves to a man for the first time.
His guys were already hard at work when they walked in; gramps was chewing out someone on the phone. He walked to his desk and sat, making room for her on his lap, where she plopped herself down and proceeded to take over his computer.
“Did you guys get anywhere with this mess yet?” He was about done with the bullshit; he still didn’t know why anyone had put a hit out this woman, was it because of the expose` or was there something else going on? And who the fuck else was involved.