Keeping Gemma

by KB Winters

  As if she could sense me looking at her, she stirred, and with a slight push against the soft mattress, rolled over to face me. My eyes instantly dropped to her naked tits, even more gorgeous in the daylight.

  “Really?” Gemma said, the smirk evident in her voice.

  “I make no apologies.” I finished my inspection and then darted my glance back to hers and smiled. “Good morning, beautiful.”

  “Good morning.” She curled her hands around the edge of the sheet and tugged it up to cover her. “Kind of chilly in here, isn’t it?”

  “I’ve got a sure fire way to warm it up…” I reached for her, cupping a hand around her face before bringing my mouth to hers. It started as a small greeting and quickly changed, taking on a life of its own, as our lips crushed together. As our kiss deepened, I tugged Gemma by the hips, pulling her toward me to close the gap between our bodies. When she moved to fit against me, a giggle interrupted our kiss. She pulled away and smiled up at me. “You are having a good morning.”

  I laughed and kissed her again. “All for you, baby.”

  “I’m flattered.” She rested her head against my chest. “Your heart is beating fast.”

  “Mmm. Maybe I need a check-up, Dr. Henderson?”

  Gemma laughed. The sound of her chuckle made me smile. “How many times do I have to remind you that I’m not a doctor?”

  “Just play along, beautiful.” I dropped a kiss to the tip of her little nose and she rolled her eyes. “Should I turn my head and cough?”

  Gemma threw her head back on the pillow and roared with laughter. “Now I know you’ve lost it. Maybe we should start with a CAT scan?”

  “Whatever you say, baby.” I grinned down at her. “As long as we can get busy in one of the exam rooms beforehand…I’m on board.”

  “I’ll bet.” She pushed herself up and rolled me to my back, then lay her head on my chest and braced her chin against the back of her hand.

  “You ever do that before?” I asked, sliding a curious glance down at her. I didn’t want to think about her fucking some other guy, but at the same time, I was intensely curious to find out just how naughty she was willing to be.

  It would help me to plan ahead.

  She bit down on her lower lip, teasing it between her front teeth, as she stifled a giggle. Her eyes sparkled as she looked up at me. “Oh, you are a bad girl, aren’t you?” I said, my voice low and throaty. I grabbed her hips and pushed her onto her back. The stitches in my side strained at the exertion, but I ignored the pinch. Pretty soon all the blood in my body would be busy elsewhere and I’d hardly feel my injuries. “Gemma Henderson…tell me how wild you can get.”

  She grinned up at me as I brought my body on top of hers, letting our skin barely touch as the heat between us racketed up another ten degrees. I was already hard as an iron rod, and if I had to guess, I’d say her perfect little pussy was hot, wet, and throbbing for me. But I was going to make her wait. If she wanted me, she was going to have to tell me a dirty little story first.

  “Come on, baby,” I dared her. I braced my weight on my good arm and let my fingertips of my busted one trail down the side of her body. She sucked in a sharp breath when I grazed the side of her breast and my cock twitched against her thigh. “Tell me something that will blow my mind.”

  Gemma’s lips parted, then closed, and she ran the tip of her tongue over them. “You want a dirty story, huh?”

  “Uh-huh. I know you have something really kinky that you’re just dying to tell me…”

  She laughed softly, but it turned to a gasp as my finger teased her tight nipple. She closed her eyes and her lips moved without a sound like she was uttering a silent prayer for relief. “Aaron,” she breathed.

  I replaced my fingertips with my lips and sucked the small bud into my mouth. She arched underneath me and her hands wandered under the sheets in search of my cock. I pinned her hand at her side before she reached me. I’d set my terms. I was willing to wait. The hesitation told me she was holding back something really juicy.

  “Gemma…”

  Her eyes fluttered open and she shot me a frustrated look. “What do you want to know?”

  “What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done? In bed. Or ya know, against a tree, on a boat, in an elevator?” I smiled down at her.

  “I don’t know if you can handle it.”

  I gave her a half-cocked grin. “Oh, baby, you know that I can.”

  She smiled and I knew I’d won the game. She was going to cave.

  “All right…the craziest thing I’ve ever done…I’m going to preface this by saying I was very young…and very drunk.”

  I laughed. “Those are the best kinds of stories. Go on.”

  She rolled her eyes, possibly at herself or the memory. “I had a threesome.”

  “Damn,” I grinned. It was more than I’d expected. I knew she wasn’t shy about sex, but I’d been prepared to hear her talk about having sex on the beach or in the backseat of a car. A threesome was a surprise thrill.

  “I was at a friend’s bachelorette party. There were copious amounts of alcohol involved and at the end of the night we all ended up at this club that had male strippers…dancers…whatever. Anyway, there was one that caught my eye and I don’t even know how it happened. One thing led to another and it was me, the dancer, and this other girl from the audience in a private room and…” she trailed off.

  “And? Come on, don’t leave me hanging!” My heart was racing as my mind brought up a movie-like version of Gemma with another woman. My cock was so hard at the visions in my head, I thought it was going to explode right there on her leg.

  Gemma laughed. “I honestly don’t remember much of it…one minute, he was showing us some dance moves, clothes were getting removed, and the drinks were flowing.”

  “Damn…So that explains the strip moves from the other night, huh? You had private lessons.”

  She laughed. “Oh God…I shouldn’t have even told you. I should have just made up something about having sex on the beach.”

  “Have you done that?”

  She shook her head. “No, and I really don’t want to add that to my kinky storybook collection, so don’t even ask.”

  I laughed and shifted my weight on top of her, rubbing my dick against her thigh. “That’s all right. I’m good right here,” I said, dropping my lips to her ear. I slid my tongue along the outside edge of her ear, teasing the delicate skin. Gemma shivered underneath me, and I brushed my chest against her hard nipples.

  “What about you?” She breathed into my ear. “Tell me your craziest story.”

  “Oh, baby, you can’t even handle it.”

  She began to object, but I captured her lips with mine, and her protests faded. Our tongues tangled together, driving the kiss into a hot frenzied pace. We were breathless and desperate. Gemma clawed her way up my back with frantic, searching hands as though she couldn’t feel enough of me at a time. I ground my cock against her and she spread her legs. I dipped between her pussy lips, groaning as I discovered I was right. She was soaking wet and aching for me to fuck her.

  I tore my mouth from hers and made a trail of hot, searing kisses down the side of her neck as I shifted my body to one side of her. I looked down at her body, taking in every inch of her bared skin. Her round tits with the tight nipples were rising and falling with her short pants. Her stomach was flat and concave as she lay on her back. Her bare pussy parted and dripping wet. Her solid and toned thighs parted for me.

  I wanted hours to explore her. I wanted time to taste and see everything. I’d had her all night and was still left with the feeling that I hadn’t even scratched the surface.

  “What’s wrong?” Gemma asked, her voice thin with worry as she followed my line of sight.

  I dragged my eyes back up her body and locked them with hers. “Nothing, baby. You’re perfect. I just want to see you.”

  “Oh.” She dropped a hand to my head and ran her fingers through my short hair. “See somet
hing you like then?”

  “Yes, ma’am.” I grinned at her before dragging her lips back to mine. Her hand slid down the side of my head and scratched at the unshaved scruff coating my jaw.

  As our kiss deepened, I let my fingers wander down her body, over her chest, between her tits, over her flat stomach, and then slowed before running over her navel. She gasped, breaking the kiss, as I pushed lower and parted her, letting my fingers sink into her wet pussy. Her eyes were dark and wide as I slipped up and down her before teasing her clit with my finger and thumb.

  She moaned and dropped her head back to the pillows as I picked up the pace of my rhythmic circles. I smiled when her moans turned to a string of curses when I plunged my finger inside of her and stroked her g-spot with the tip. Her excitement got me even more turned on and I knew I couldn’t wait much longer. I needed to be back inside her. Filling her. Stretching her. Making her mine.

  One of Gemma’s hands dug into the sheet and the other into my back muscles as her body went tight. I plunged my finger a little deeper and pressed harder at the spongy spot and watched her come undone. Her eyes rolled back in her head and after a sharp arch, where her nails dug into my skin, she collapsed and rolled against the bed as each wave washed over her.

  It was beautiful.

  She grinned up at me once the trembling stopped. “You’re insane.”

  “No, you’re just easy.”

  “Wha—?”

  “Shhh. You ain’t seen nothing yet.” I grinned and pushed my way out of the bed. My mind suddenly made up what I wanted to do to her next.

  “Stand up,” I said, pulling her hand. She rose from the bed and my eyes devoured her naked body in the morning light. I reached for her hips and spun her around so she was facing the bed. My fingertips sunk into her hips as I hinged her forward. She let me push her over until she had to brace her hands against the bed to keep from falling. Completely bent over, I pushed her feet apart and her ass spread open for me.

  I took a step back to admire the view, loving how her heart-shaped butt highlighted her pussy. It was perfect. Dripping wet and pink from pleasure. I knew she’d be tender and sensitive in the aftermath of her orgasm and would cry and moan and scream with every thrust of my cock.

  I couldn’t wait any longer.

  I suited up, sliding a condom on my dick and then stepped back to her. Hungry. Ready. I grabbed her hips and she arched her back as the tip of my cock teased her opening. She wiggled her butt and I smiled. Just as I expected.

  “Aaron,” she pleaded, her voice rough with desperate need.

  “I’m gonna give you what you want. Don’t worry.” I slipped inside her but used every ounce of control to only give her an inch. She whined and tried to back up against me. “Slow, baby, slow. I want to feel you.”

  I slipped further and clenched my jaw. She was so tight, even after she came. The walls of her sweet cunt wrapped around me, fitting like a custom-made glove.

  My nerves were on fire, spurring me to find relief deep inside of her, and I pushed into her, burying myself as deep as I could. She groaned and arched her back, making her ass even higher and her pussy even tighter. I shut my eyes and pulled out before thrusting back in.

  Every thrust was met with a moan. Gemma panted and clawed at the bed as I fucked her hard, deep, and fast. She could take everything I dished out. I really liked this girl.

  “I want you to come, Gemma. I want you to let yourself go,” I growled, pushing inside her again.

  She moaned and nodded her head.

  I slipped a finger between her ass cheeks and smiled as she gasped when my fingertip found her asshole. “Aaron!”

  “Trust me.” I pressed into her and then thrust inside her pussy and she moaned louder than before.

  “Oh my—”

  Before she could finish, I pushed my finger into her another few centimeters and her words dissolved into madness. She screamed when I thrust into her again and with each pulse, she tightened and clenched, clawing frantically at the bed as I fucked her, keeping my finger inside her ass. I was on the edge of my own release, and I wanted to make her lose her mind. Gemma moaned and yelped with each thrust and after a few more thrusts she was shaking and trembling. Finally, her legs buckled and I pounded into her one final time, finding my own release, just before she collapsed down onto the bed.

  I smiled, full of satisfaction, as I sank down next to her, knowing that there was a very good chance I’d just made a highlighted page in her kinky storybook collection.

  27

  Gemma and I took a quick shower together before she had to rush off to the hospital to start her ten-hour shift in the emergency room. It was hard not to tempt her back to bed after helping her get wet and soaped up, but she’d kept me at bay and hurried out the door with a soft kiss and the promise she’d be back after her shift and would bring something for dinner.

  If this was what being domesticated looked like—there was a chance I could get used to it.

  As soon as she left, and I was in the house alone, all the thoughts and worries that had kept me up all night came rushing back to the surface. It had been a lot easier to stamp it all down when Gemma was there, smiling and filling me with warmth and light. Now, alone in the house, it was just me and my anxiety.

  I puttered around the kitchen, haphazardly making myself a pot of coffee before warming up a scone from Carly’s, still left over from the day I’d ordered everything on the menu. I smiled at the memory of Gemma’s expression when I’d taken her joke seriously and told Carly to box it all up.

  After scarfing the pastry and downing two cups of scalding hot coffee, I laced up my boots, grabbed my black leather jacket, and shrugged into it as I left the house and crossed over to the museum.

  I’d taken three steps, my boots crunching in the gravel when I came to an abrupt stop.

  They were gone.

  The protesters—or actors if my theory about O’Keefe was to be believed—were gone. All that was left of them was their hateful signs and discarded garbage they’d accumulated from the three days they’d been posted outside my museum.

  My elation at seeing the empty walk in front of the warehouse was quickly evaporated by the reason they were likely gone.

  It was day three. Today was the day I was scheduled to meet with O’Keefe, in particular, the day I was supposed to hand over the contract he was blackmailing me into signing. And with it, the keys to my museum and the entire contents.

  The thought turned my stomach but also filled my belly with fire. I stomped the rest of the way and let myself in through the front doors. The museum was bathed in natural light but still had an eerie quality, as it was completely empty of people and dead silent.

  I locked the front door before starting toward my office at the back of the large warehouse-style space. Even though it was almost time to open up, there was no point in leaving the front doors unlocked. No one would be coming. Not when the museum had been closed for days, thanks to the plane crash and O’Keefe’s efforts to sink my business.

  In my office, I picked up the phone on my desk and dialed Lana’s number. She answered on the second ring, her voice perky and as raring to go as ever. “Mr. Rosen! Good morning!”

  “Hey, Lana. Listen, the protesters are gone from out front. I need you to gather everyone and get them over here for a staff meeting at one. We need to figure out how we’re going to dig out the museum from this bullshit.”

  “Sure thing. I’ll get everyone there on time. One o’clock?”

  “Yes. I have another meeting this morning.” After the FAA agents had revealed their findings the night before, I knew it was time to get serious about bringing a lawyer in to help me navigate the shit storm I was lost in. “Just have everyone here. Order lunch from Carly’s. Use the company card.”

  “Will do,” Lana chirped, and I could picture her scribbling the notes onto her clipboard that she kept glued to her at all times. There had been times I’d wondered if she slept with the damn thin
g on the pillow beside her. “See you then.”

  I clicked off the call and smiled. She could drive me absolutely insane from time to time—but I had no doubt Lana could swoop in and help me pick up the pieces. Which was essential if I had a prayer in hell of getting the business back on track. God, this lawyer better know his shit.

  I’d made the appointment the day before, based on the recommendation of Frankie, the lady FAA agent that had been at the house. When I’d asked for a name, her partner Gary had gruffly told me that was not up to them to recommend an attorney. He’d told me they didn’t get involved in that side of things and seemed insulted that I’d even asked.

  However, when he’d gone ahead to the car, Frankie had pulled me aside and slipped me a business card. She hadn’t said much about it, but I knew she wouldn’t have given me the card without good reason. Especially since she was risking her partner’s wrath by even giving me the contact information.

  With the staff meeting in the works and an hour to kill before I needed to leave for my appointment with the lawyer, I sat at my desk and tried to throw my wavering concentration into checking my emails. Since taking over the museum, I’d built up an impressive list of contacts in the aviation world and was constantly getting tips and information about upcoming auctions and sales on vintage planes that would be a good fit for my collection.

  And, if there was one thing that would cheer me up, it would be starting the hunt for a new plane.

  However, once the long list of emails loaded, it was nothing but nosy reporters and journalists asking for an interview regarding the crash. “Great, just what I need,” I muttered to myself, sighing. “More people in my fuckin’ business.”

  I absently began deleting the messages one by one when a sharp ringing sound pierced the silence. The sound ricocheted around my office, and I jolted to my feet, a twinge in my side reminding me that sudden movements still weren’t a good idea. The sound registered as the buzzer at the back door, where trucks would drop off deliveries. Usually airplane parts, boxes or brochures, or random office supplies.