“Patience.”
His strokes were controlled and lazy. He watched her ivory cheeks as he lifted her up and down. Her slit called to him so he took one long finger and ran it from where he was joined to her and smoothed her moisture around the rosebud that spread slightly open before him.
She mewled in response.
“Yes or no, Gabriella.”
“Yes.”
He pushed his finger in just a tiny bit and she stopped breathing, fearing its invasion.
“Relax, kea.”
He kept up the motion of his cock to distract her and soon she was again caught up in the rhythm. His finger nudged deeper inside, until he passed the tight ring of muscles that relaxed and let him enter.
Gabby never felt pleasure like that before, unusual but heightened and beyond unbearable. “Oh, Kolson, I can’t hold back,” she cried.
Kolson felt both sets of muscles contracting around him, and he quickly followed her climax. Still deep inside of her, he pulled her back so she lay on top on him and kissed her neck and cheek.
“You are so beautiful, so amazing when you come, kea. Did you like that?”
She turned her head to look at him. “Yeah. It was … wow.”
He gave her a lazy smile. Then he moved her aside, excused himself, and went to the bathroom to return a bit later with a warm cloth. He gently wiped her clean and tossed the cloth on the floor. Gathering her in his arms, he said, “Now, sleep time, don’t you think?”
“Hmm-mmm.” She loved the feel of his arms around her, the way they made her feel so safe and sound. “Kolson, I want you to know I never knew it could be this good.” She lifted herself up so she could look into his eyes. “After everything, you know, I pretty much figured that sex would always be kind of icky. But it’s not. With you. It’s … I think you know how it is for me.”
His hand was wound up in her tresses and he smiled. “I’m glad. It’s the way it should be.” His mouth touched hers, first on each corner, then on the upper and finally the lower lip. “I worship your mouth. Now sleep. Tomorrow begins a busy week.”
Chapter 19
Just as they were settling in, it started storming outside. Lightning cracked and thunder boomed, sending vibrations rolling through the room. Pictures rattled where they hung on the walls and vases shook on tables.
“Jeez, this sounds like a big one,” Gabby said. She got out of bed and moved to the window. “Is it always this loud up here?”
“Get away from there! It’s dangerous,” Kolson commanded. “And yes, being up here with all this glass can amplify the sound if the storm is bad enough.”
She spun back around, laughing. “It’s not dangerous. It’s only a summertime storm.”
Another huge streak of lightning lit up the sky, followed by a deafening boom. A few more brilliant bands danced across the black sky and rain pelted the window. It wasn’t long before the sounds of hail were heard.
“Oh my goodness.”
“Gabriella, stay away from the window, please. It’s not safe. People get struck by lightning through windows.”
Suddenly, the room and buildings surrounding them were plunged into darkness as the lights flickered off.
“Holy fuck!” Kolson cursed.
Gabby heard something crash to the floor. The lamp maybe?
“Kolson, are you okay? What happened?” she asked. “Where are you?”
“I’m trying to find the fucking flashlight. Candles. Anything. Goddammit.”
She could hear more things breaking as he stumbled about the room.
“Kolson, stay still.”
“No! Goddammit, I need light,” he gritted out. “Where is the fucking flashlight? It’s supposed to be in here!”
She scrambled across the floor, careful not the bump into any furniture herself, as she tried to locate him.
“Motherfucker, where are the candles? I need the light.” Panic laced his voice.
“Hey, babe, I’m right here.” She finally reached his side and put her arms around him. “It’s okay. Everything’s good. We don’t need a flashlight. We’re going to be fine.”
“I need the goddamn flashlight, now!”
She was surprised with how his body shook. She’d never seen him lose control like this. She wished she had night vision so she could focus on his eyes. He was panicking and she needed to ground him.
“Kolson, come here, babe. Get in the bed with me. I won’t let anything happen to you, I promise. Remember when you promised me you’d believe me? Well, I’m promising you right now that I won’t let anything happen to you in the dark. I’ve got you, honey. I swear to you. Let me hold you and make it better, okay?”
She felt his tension ease slightly.
“Here, give me your hand and come back to bed. It’s safe in here, Kolson. I swear to you. You told me you trusted me. Trust me in this too.”
He finally relented and allowed her to lead him back to bed. She snuggled against him and pulled up the covers. Wrapping him in her arms, she talked to him in calming tones.
“Gabriella, I need you to find the candles. Please.”
“Can you tell me where they are?”
He took a deep breath and said, “Nightstand. Check the nightstand. There should be matches and a flashlight too.”
“All right. You’ll be okay if I get up?”
“Yes. Just go get them. And hurry.”
She scurried out of bed and fumbled in the nightstand. Her hand landed on a jar candle and she quickly found matches. Once lit, the candle bathed the room in a soft glow. She looked around for the flashlight and found it too, then flipped the switch and climbed back in bed. She was surprised to find she had to unclench Kolson’s fists to allow her back under the covers.
“Better?” she asked.
“Yes. Thank you.” Forcing himself to take deep breaths, he began to feel the bands of anxiety releasing. “Lie on top of me, please.”
“Anything you want.” She crawled on top of him and covered him with her body. “Is this good?”
“Yeah. The best. Gabriella, I can’t tolerate the dark.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“Yes. No. Oh, God, I don’t think I can. Just don’t let go of me.”
“Never. I’m here.” She rubbed her cheek against his. “Deep breaths, babe. In to a count of four. Hold for four and then out for four. That’s good.”
“Jesus, I hate this. I’m sorry. I need light.” His voice wavered.
“I know. Look at me, Kolson. I’m here for you.”
He nodded and held on to her.
“Keep breathing. Is that why you don’t have blinds?”
“Yeah. I can’t bear to shut out the sun. It’s why the whole place is light.”
“I noticed that you like cream and neutrals.”
“Yeah.” He panted but his panic was beginning to ease as she talked him through it. “No dark colors in here. Can’t stand them.”
“Talking about it can help, but you have to come to me.”
“But I don’t know when that will be. Just don’t let me go until the lights are back on.”
“I won’t. I won’t. You better?”
“Yeah. Thank you.”
“Did your father punish you by putting you in the dark?”
“Yes! No! Please. Don’t ask me about him.”
“Okay, babe. I’ve got you. Nothing will happen to you here.”
“Will you kiss me?”
She did. She started out slow. Finding his lips and brushing hers across them, back and forth, gently tasting them, she tried to drive away his fear. She nibbled on his upper lip and then his lower one, right before she sucked it into her mouth. Their tongues twisted around each other’s as they kissed and his arms clasped her tightly to him.
“You know how you always tell me how beautiful I am?” she asked.
“Yeah, because you are.”
“You’re beautiful too. I’ve just never told you before. So now it’s your turn to kiss me.”
She felt his lips curve into a smile as he kissed her and her heart smiled right along with him. His panic was blissfully forgotten, at least for the moment, as they lost themselves in their kiss.
He surprised her when he sat up and shifted so he could slide his length into her. But their mouths and tongues kept on with the kissing. Their moans were swallowed by each other, as were their climaxes. And when he lay back down, still deep within her, he fell asleep. He forgot about his need for light because she still had her arms around him, just as she had promised.
She leaned over, blew out the candle, and fell asleep too.
* * *
Day two of waking up in glaring sun was not Gabby’s favorite. This was brutal on the eyes. His bedroom faced the east and it was like being under a mega spotlight. But now she understood why. Then it registered that she was alone in the bed. Stretching, she felt pleasantly sore in a particular area and smiled. She recalled last night. His panic attack. His fear of the dark. She puzzled over it until her mind ventured to the sex they had before the storm and what he’d done to her, where he had put his finger, and she felt her face burn.
Her crazy mind strayed to how often he’d done that in the past with other women, but then she chastised herself. Did it really matter? Pushing those toxic thoughts aside, she got out of bed and went in search of Kolson. Not finding him, she took a shower.
Once finished bathing, she headed to the kitchen for coffee. A most appealing sight greeted her—Kolson in front of the counter, guzzling a bottle of water, sweaty from a workout. Her heart picked up its rhythm while her hand reached for her chest as she imagined how he would feel against her skin, dripping with sweat, or how he would taste if she licked him now. He hadn’t noticed her yet, and when he lifted the hem of his shirt to wipe the perspiration from his face, she felt herself grow damp with need. She broke out in a sweat herself simply watching him. He must’ve caught sight of her because he turned slightly and zeroed in on her. But he didn’t say a word; he only stared. The room charged, as did her body.
Then he approached, grasped her hand, walked her into the bedroom and pushed her backward on to the bed.
“I’ll be right back. Don’t you dare move.”
She heard the shower turn on and in a few minutes, shut off. Then he rejoined her, naked and all sexed up. His piercings caught the light and the head of his cock glistened, telling her what was about to happen. Desire uncoiled from within her depths. There was only one thing she wanted right now, and she couldn’t wait for it. She sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed, hooked her finger, and motioned for him to come closer.
She looped her arms around his thighs, feeling his heated damp skin, and took his cock into her mouth, licking off the bead of moisture as she went. He tasted good, so good. Clean, salty, and musky, just like she’d imagined.
“Oh, kea, yes.”
Taking him in as far as she could, she felt the silver balls of his piercing hit the back of her throat, but it only spurred her on. She sucked, licked, and swirled her tongue about his thickness. When he groaned deep in the back of his throat, she knew it was what he wanted. There wasn’t anything hotter to her than that sound, so she opened her eyes to take a look at him and found him watching her every move. He grabbed her hand and moved it to his heavy sac, enclosing it around its weight. His breathing became heavier then, and Gabby didn’t want to stop looking at him.
“Your mouth on my dick is one sexy sight,” he said, his voice hoarse with lust. “Take it in deep, as deep as you can.”
The silver balls tickled her tongue and the roof of her mouth as she slid his cock in and out. Every time she’d flick him and work her tongue around them, he’d hiss air through his teeth. She’d take him in deep and the sounds he made when she sucked him hard, spurred her own desire.
“Ahhh, I’m so close. I need for you to stop. I want to fuck you now. I want you to wrap your tight pussy around me.”
When she released him, he untied her robe and tore it off her. Then he sucked her nipples hard and teased them with his teeth, scraping them until they were nearly raw and she writhed beneath him. “As much as I’d like this to be slow, I’m too impatient right now. I want to take you hard and fast.”
He lifted her legs onto his shoulders and plunged into her, stretching her with ruthless strength. And she loved every single inch of him. Begged him for more. Her nails dug into his arms as she drew blood and screamed out his name, but he paid no heed. He only thrust harder, chasing his release and hers. His hand found her clit, rubbed her to ecstasy and soon after he pulled out. She watched as his cum burst across her chest in a series of sexy spurts. Then he massaged it all over her chest, nipples, and pussy.
Kneeling, he looked at her and said, “I think I love you best covered in this. What a gorgeous sight you are. Damn, I wish we didn’t have to go to work.”
After a moment, he went to the bathroom and came back with a towel. He cleaned her up everywhere … except her nipples and pussy. “Don’t you dare wash this off. I want to know, while I work today, that my cum is still on your nipples and your pussy. And Gabriella, if you wash it off, I’ll find a way to punish you. Do you understand me?”
“Yes.” She wasn’t sure what he meant by that, but she had a notion to test him.
“I know what you’re thinking. And you won’t like my methods. At all.”
Then he gave her a long, slow, sexy kiss and got up. “And don’t do a thing to your hair, either. You look perfect in that freshly fucked look.”
“But, I have bed head. It’s all tangled,” she protested.
“Damn straight. And it’s hot as hell. Don’t you dare touch it.”
“You’re weird. There’s no way I can go to work like this. My patients will think I’m nuts.”
He laughed. “No, they’ll think you’re beautiful. But I’ll let you get away with it this time.” He stopped her with another kiss. “Your lips are perfect too, all puffy from kissing and sucking my dick.” Then he smiled when he looked at his arm. “And I’ll wear this with honor.” He held it up for her to see. There were three long, blood-red scratches.
“I did that? Holy shit!”
With a sly grin, he nodded. “You’d better get a move on or we’ll both be late,” he said, smirking. “Oh, and kea, thank you for rescuing me last night. It meant the world to me.”
That was it. That was all he said about his panic episode. Gabby knew it was pure avoidance, but something dark and disturbing unsettled her. What had happened to him to cause this kind of reaction? Had his father locked him inside a dark room? She was determined not to pry, but she also knew how unhealthy it was to keep it bottled up. Then she rolled her eyes at herself. Pot, meet Kettle. And boy, had she ever.
Chapter 20
All day long, Gabby had only one thing on her mind: her mini sexathon with Kolson. Several times she caught herself absently rubbing her tender nipples. It was a good thing she was alone when that happened.
With all the phone calls and texts she’d been fielding, she could’ve used a secretary. Sky, Cara, Ryder and Case were all checking up on her. It was nice, but maybe they needed to set up some kind of phone chain. Midday, when her phone rang, she answered it and was more than pleased to hear Kolson’s voice.
“Do you have time for lunch today?”
“I only have forty-five minutes.”
“And when would that be?”
“After one thirty.”
“Perfect,” he said. “Any food aversions?”
“Uh, no. Why?”
“I’m bringing lunch in to you. See you then.”
“But …” He’d already ended the call.
At one thirty sharp, his large frame filled her doorway. His presence thickened the air around her, and her heart galloped behind her ribs. He eyed her and did that thing with his lips, scraping his teeth across them. She felt herself respond right where it mattered most—between her thighs. Her hand moved to her throat, as if that would ease the pressure she fel
t against her chest. But it didn’t. Not one bit.
In his hands he toted a large bag and a tray with two tall drinks. “Am I going to have to stand here and hold this for the next forty-five minutes, or are you going to show me where we’re going to eat lunch?”
She cleared her throat and said, “How rude of me. This way.” She rose and he followed her into a tiny room with a small refrigerator and sink. It also held a small round table and two chairs. “Please, sit.”
Kolson pulled a chair out for her and she sat while he set the bag and drinks down. Then he shocked her when he brought his head down to her chest. His fingers unbuttoned her blouse and he reached into her bra and released one of her breasts. Bending his head, he inhaled and then gently sucked on her still sensitive nipple. She hissed as he said, “I’m glad you followed my directions, Gabriella. You still smell and taste of me.”
She tried to swallow around the cotton that had been crammed down her throat, but it was futile. The man turned her body into a sex-craved demon.
Replacing her bra and buttoning her blouse, he took a seat across from her. “You must be famished. You didn’t eat breakfast this morning. Did you?”
“N-no.”
“Didn’t think so. Well, I hope you like Thai. I know a great place and I took the liberty of ordering a bit of an array for us.” He pulled out the little white square boxes while he spoke and then grabbed another plastic container. Handing her chopsticks and a spoon, he said, “Dig in. Oh, I hope you don’t mind. We’ll have to share this. I ordered a large Tom Kha Gai for the two of us.”
Gabby’s eyes bulged as she looked at all the food. He must’ve thought another four people were joining them.
He was chewing a potsticker when he asked, “Aren’t you going to eat?”
“Yes. And thank you.” She took a bite of a spring roll and sighed. She couldn’t remember the last time she ate Thai food. And this was divine. But the quantity. My God!
“Were you expecting someone else to join us?” she asked.
“No, why?”
“Do you always eat this much?”
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