Romance: Gibson's Legacy ( New Adult Contemporary Erotic Romance) (Last Score Book 1)

by K. L. Shandwick

  “Every sexual fantasy I’ve ever thought of, everything I’ve ever done, everything I’ve yet to do. You have no idea how much I want you, Chloe.” Gibson’s voice was a raspy, low murmur. From the fly of his jeans, it was evident how much he wanted me so I did have an idea about that. Well, that he wanted to get laid anyway.

  Gibson released my hands and rolled on his back, pulling me on top of him. There was no mistaking just how hard he was. I could feel the outline of his dick as he adjusted me comfortably over his hips. We were perfectly lined up, my pussy and his erect dick. Both hands were now on my ass pulling me tightly into his groin, his hips undulating in suggestion of what he needed to do next.

  Growling, he began tracing my neck with his flat tongue, his piercing adding to the excitement of the sensations he was evoking in me. Expertly positioning me, he parted my legs and lifted his knees, putting his feet flat and suddenly I was completely astride him.

  Pulling back, I tried to sit up and as I did, his hands slid from my hips up my rib cage, his thumbs pushing my bra above my breasts. Again his hot tongue followed, leaving a rash of goose flesh, and lighting a trail of fire which followed his mouth, until his hand cupped my breast and his mouth claimed it.

  Gibson wasn’t gentle with me but not rough either, when he sucked my breast it was deep and kind of possessive. His constant sucking rhythm and the sudden pleasured pain sensation had my pussy clenching almost in time with his mouth, The ball of his tongue piercing adding to the mixture of feelings I had.

  Tracing his hands down my belly again, his hands connected with my hips and he thrust his pelvis at me, rolling me over his erection. He felt huge and the way he moved his hips and rocked me on him hinted at how powerful a lover he would be.

  Gibson’s hand slid over my ass and in between my legs from behind, his hand making a sawing motion as he rubbed my pussy. Part of me wished my jeans weren’t there.

  Instinctively, my hips rocked on his hand and in response a soft moan escaped from my throat. He was driving me crazy with want. Pulling me down across his body, He rolled me till he leaned over me again.

  “Fuck. Chloe, these feelings are insane. You have no idea what you do to me.” I did, if the feeling pressing into my pubic bone was anything to go by. Then again, I remembered all the girls seemed to be able to achieve that with him.

  Tremors of anticipation made me crazy with lust. Part of me was glad he couldn’t see me clearly, because the shameful thoughts that were running through my mind about what I wanted him to do, would have crippled my senses if I had to face him.

  Gibson was nibbling at my neck, drawing the tip of his tongue down the curve, his hands weaving through my hair then down across my breasts.

  I heard myself ask, “Tell me what I do to you.” I figured if it was really me he was thinking about and not just being inside a girl, he’d be able to answer that.

  Still writhing around, hands all over me, licking and sucking gently on my neck he murmured, “Can’t you feel it? Can’t you understand this connection between us? Chloe, I can’t explain it, you just totally do it for me.”

  The stark reality of that statement for me was that he could have said that to a hundred girls before and every last one of them would have believed it, because that’s what they needed to hear. Just like I needed to hear him say it. So I pushed for more.

  “Do it? Gibson what exactly is ‘it’” Taking my head between the palms of his hands, his forearms close to my head, he bent forward until his mouth was a hairsbreadth from my face. When he started to speak I could actually feel the words leaving his mouth and fanning my face at the same time as I heard them.

  “No one has ever made me feel what I feel for you. Of all the girls I’ve met, all the girls I’ve fucked, all the girls that have been around me, no one has the effect you have on me. I mean it, Chloe. This isn’t me, trying to get laid. I told you, I’m not fucking you. If I ever get the chance with you, our first time isn’t going to be a half drunken grope in a sun shelter on a beach after a dinner in a restaurant called fucking… Casanova that I didn’t choose.”

  Placing his hands either side of my body, Gibson straightened his legs and pushed himself to stand. Sighing heavily, I watched as his silhouette stretched, his elbows coming up as if he was running his hands through his hair.

  “Don’t freak out, okay? I need to tell you something and when I do, promise me you’ll hear me out. Okay?”

  The whole crazy experience seemed to be going from one extreme to another and I sat thinking, what the hell would he have to tell me that had anything to do with me?

  “Can you just tell me you’ll listen and not judge me straight off the bat?” Sitting up, I hugged my chest to my knees and nodded, then realized when he said nothing that he probably hadn’t seen it in the dark.

  “Okay.”

  Gibson dropped down to his knees in front of me and although we could only make out the outline of each other, we were face to face.

  “I’m your wrong number, Chloe.” Confused, I thought he was telling me he wasn’t right for me, and although he liked me I shouldn’t get involved. I was waiting for more until he eventually said, “For Christ’s sake, say something.”

  “Gibson, I know you aren’t really interested, you don’t need to let me down gently.” As I said it, I realized when he said ‘wrong number’ something had clicked with his voice in my mind, he sounded like Paul when he said it, but he didn’t know Paul, so that wouldn’t have anything to do with him.

  “Chloe, I’m Paul.” Closing my eyes, I was overwhelmed and my brain wouldn’t compute how Gibson Barclay and Paul could actually be the same person? And, how the hell I was in the situation where I’d had phone sex with him and then won a competition to see him in concert.

  Racking my brain, I tried to think if Ruby had somehow told one of the band members about my wrong number sounding like Gibson and they passed the information forward to him.

  “Okay. I need to explain a few things. It was me who called your phone. I’m wrong number guy, Paul. My full name is Gibson Lesley Paul Barclay. No way will I ever call myself Lesley, it was my dad’s name–Lesley Paul Barclay, but I’m actually named after an amazing guitar. Orville Gibson was a genius guitar maker. My dad played in a band and saved his pay checks until he could own a second hand one.

  “Meeting my mom put paid to him playing in a band. And he wasn’t good enough to make any money at it. Anyway, they fell pregnant with me when my mom was nineteen, so my dad had to sell the Gibson to help pay for the deposit on the rental they secured.

  “When I was born, my dad figured as he had to sell his prized possession to pay for the house for me, I should be named after the guitar he lost.” Gibson huffed heavily, and leaned into the backpack, then I heard what sounded like a water bottle cap snap.

  Hearing him suck on the water and swallow it down in the dark was incredible. He never seemed to do anything half measure. I could just make out that he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and a cool plastic bottle hit my leg. Taking it, I started to drink from the bottle where his mouth had just been as he began to talk again.

  “Paul Lesley is the name I use when I need privacy. I fly under that name, book hotels, cars and stuff. What I’m saying—I have a lot of explaining to do, Chloe. Please don’t be mad at me but I had to meet you after fate or whatever shit threw us together again.”

  Conscious Gibson’s mouth had been on the bottle again, I sipped the water, still confused saying, “I’m really not following any of this.” Feeling embarrassed as well because if he really was Paul then he knew me intimately already, and I knew him. I should have been wild with anger, but I was too stunned to think. The old Chloe would have smacked him around the head and been out of there in a shot.

  “Towels. The rain, Beltz Bar, you, me, that moment. And then you were gone. Chloe, the look in your eyes that day…I’ve never been able to forget you. We connected and you ran scared. I had made up my mind that night in the bar to go
after you, but I knew you would never get with someone like me. I know what I was then and I can’t undo those things you saw, but fuck, since the moment I saw you, you’ve been in here ever since.” His elbow was at ninety degrees again and I think he was pointing at his head.

  Everything he was saying began to overwhelm me. I had thought I was safe from being manipulated and controlled and Gibson had been doing the same with those phone calls. Tears began to roll down my face. I was stuck on a beach with a guy who I had thought was one thing, but by then I knew the whole situation, and had turned out to be someone else who had taken advantage of me in my vulnerable state.

  Rising to my feet, I stepped past him and began walking, needing to make some space between us. Gibson was on his feet and caught my hand before I’d gone ten yards.

  “Stop. It isn’t what you think. I wanted to tell you, not at the beginning, but I did want to tell you. Please, Chloe. Please let me finish explaining.”

  Something in his voice screamed to me that no one seemed to allow Gibson to be heard. It was a desperation that made me stop. Sure everyone listened to Gibson the showman, but who were his confidants?

  Standing still, I closed my eyes, and he surprised me by pulling me into another hug. His strong arms around me should have made me panic, but they didn’t. Once again, I felt safe… a feeling in contradiction to the situation before me and in my personal experience.

  “When I called you, I was calling Toby Francis from Gamete. You had no idea who I was and I never knew it was you and Chloe, you have no clue what that did for me. Someone talking to me, wh…who treated me like a normal person, instead of a piece of meat or a cash cow. With you I got to be me. For that few minutes a day. I got to be myself. You know you are the only person ever to hang up on me?”

  Listening to him explain how he felt was really an eye opener. Leaning against his chest, his voice was rumbling in his throat, right before the words impacted on me, and it was awesome. His voice was even and soothing, even though he was telling me things that I should have been so freaked out about. I wanted to feel angry and for the warning bells to sound but they just wouldn’t come with him holding me like that.

  “Chloe, when I heard our music play and you said all that stuff about me, I was ashamed. I could have stayed on the line with you that day, but I ran away because you were the one person that affected my conscience about how I had been living my life back when you were at college. No one gave a shit about me, least of all me, but I’ve never forgotten the girl with no name and the eyes that could see into my soul. There has not been a day that has passed that I haven’t had two images of the way you looked at me in my head. One, the night I was getting laid in the staff room at Beltz and the other in Matt’s office.”

  Snickering softly, Gibson squeezed me a little tighter then let go. “I’m sorry that I was drunk, and called you in the middle of the night, Chloe, but I’m not sorry we had the conversation we had. Five years is a long time to fantasize and dream about a girl, and then by some freak of fate or whatever, I find her at the other end of my cell phone. Come on, what are the odds on that? Chloe, you and I may never have met again, if it weren’t for me being famous. And it was only because I am that I could orchestrate meeting you.”

  Stepping back away from me, he still held me by my upper arms. “Chloe, the competition you won had one entrant. You. I have to put my hands up to that, because I really couldn’t wait any more to see how this panned out between us. I’m petulant and impulsive and I had to know if what I had been harboring for the past five years had some substance to it, and I wasn’t driving myself crazy over some fantasy. In actual fact Chloe, when I kissed you tonight, all my suspicions were confirmed. I am absolutely smitten by you.”

  Twenty one hours of insanity had started at nine in the morning at JFK airport, and had continued to unfold in an unbelievable turn of events. Events that hurt my head to think about. It was all too incredible to be real.

  There was only one thing I knew for sure—I needed space and time to think. But there was no way I could have a coherent thought while Gibson was setting my senses alight with his touch.

  I felt like I was playing with a grenade with no pin and I was scared. These past six weeks I had been fighting my inner demons, trying to shake off all the negative experiences I had at the hands of Kace. No matter how scared I was feeling, I had to be strong and face my past and live my future or else I was merely existing.

  CHAPTER 25 – CONFESSIONS

  Gibson

  Ludicrous arguments were keeping me from getting to know Chloe. So little time together and I was fucking everything up right, left, and center. Thinking initially that I was the damaged one, I had been trying to do everything my way instead of doing things properly and confessing from the beginning that I knew who she was.

  Chloe’s comments on the phone about me stung. Apart from that, face to face she was so sensitive and defensive to any comment I made. Plus she was judging me all the fucking time and second guessing what I was about. Strange, I never got that vibe about her at Beltz. She seemed like a girl with her head screwed on the right way.

  Sure, I’d noticed her before, who the hell wouldn’t have? She was sweet as fuck and dressed so understated that she was sinfully appealing, wearing little cute tank tops that would have looked great hanging on my bedroom chair and jeans that were cut like they were made for her ass alone.

  One thing that struck me about her was that she was oblivious to my charms. Not once did I ever get eye contact with her on an even footing. Every time I’d seen her previously, I was kinda busy with other girls.

  Charlotte had pissed me off as well. I thought about what she knew about the situation? She knew it all. Bad enough that I had to confide in her about Chloe to get her help, she threw a spanner into the works by picking a restaurant with a name that suggests the kind of lifestyle I was trying to detach myself from.

  The feelings Chloe gave me made me want to do things properly with her. Five years since I’d seen her, yet her face had never left me. Five fucking years. Either I was mentally deficient or that meant something significant. I was banking on the significant part because she was the only person who ever managed to impact me in any shape or form.

  Having her with me was more difficult than I thought. Surprising really, how right she felt in my arms and how hard our communication was. What does that say? I’m attracted to her but she pisses me off? No that’s wrong, she doesn’t do that. It’s that she doesn’t trust me and I know why. And she’s so damned defensive. I get that, really I do.

  Chloe unnerves me because she’s not that responsive to me. I’ve never known anyone like that before. Of all the girls I’ve ever met, she seemed to be the one I couldn’t fully figure out. That made me wonder why and then I decided it would be better not to try.

  Seeing her cry the way she did on the plane broke my heart, especially because she was crying over something that I had said. Well, she’d said it first, but it was the way I had said it and that it seemed insensitive, like I was humiliating her. When really it came out like that because there was nothing I would have loved to do more.

  She had consumed most of my waking thoughts after that phone sex session. I knew it would probably hurt her that I hadn’t rung back, but I couldn’t risk that with it being so near to her coming face to face with me for the show. I wasn’t sure I was going to tell her. Maybe that’s why I wanted her to forget what I sounded like.

  Being honest with her hadn’t worked much in my favor so far, but tonight there were times when she looked at me and I thought yeah …there is definitely something between us, and then her suspicious mind took over again. She was always s assuming the worst about me and never considered that there may have been a logical explanation for how things were being done in a certain way.

  Instinct kept telling me she was different. Chloe didn’t react to me like everyone else and she just got me. Yet when it came down to it… since we’d been face to face, she
was making the same assumptions about me that everyone else did.

  Normally, if someone had treated me the way she did; when she ranted she knew me and what I was, I would have quietly walked away and that person would never have got to interact with me ever again, but I couldn’t do it with her. Chloe was under my skin and had been for five years.

  I’d been semi -hard all night just watching her. The delicate way she picked at her food, the way her eyes rolled with pleasure when she found a taste that she connected with. She was unaware that when she moaned in response to the taste, the sounds she made had made me want to sink myself balls deep in her just to hear it again.

  Oh! But when she kissed me, FUCK! That little peck on my lips was worth all the rides any girl had ever had on me and it sent a message straight to my dick. That tiny little signal from her made me feel like I’d struck gold. If I hadn’t been lying down, she’d have knocked me off my feet. Not with the kiss itself, just that she wanted me for that one moment. And, jeez I wanted her back—badly.

  From that point I almost lost control. I was used to taking charge, taking what I wanted, but I never did anything that a girl hadn’t wanted me to do. With the wine and all the emotional shit that she was showing me, I knew I couldn’t just steam ahead and get all hot and horny with her.

  With that first roll, when I felt her weight on top of me, I’m telling you, there has been no better feeling inside of me–ever. I’ll admit I cupped her ass in my palms, then slid them to her hips, and pressed her closer, my hips rocking up to meet her sweet spot. What I was doing was teenage boy’s stuff, but sweet Jesus I almost creamed my pants at the sensation of her heat right on top of mine when I dry humped her.

  I’d taken advantage of her on the phone and that was a bad call, because I knew who she was, and she had no idea that I knew. Since all of that was still hanging between us, and with my blunt oral sex suggestion, all I was achieving was to push her further away from me.