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

by K. L. Shandwick

  Initially, I thought damn this is it, the moment when I get to experience what all those other girls raved about. Gibson surprised me when he sat me down gently and walked over to the jug with the cocktail mix in it, picked it up and signaled to the steward by shaking the jug from his wrist that we needed something else.

  “Can we have ‘Tequila Sunrise,’ cocktails this time?” Spinning to face me, he smiled and raised an eyebrow at me. “You come from Florida. You dig orange juice right?” Nodding, I smirked. Being brought up on the stuff, I used to drink it by the gallon until I found out how much sugar was in it. Nowadays it was a treat instead of a habit.

  When the steward returned it was with two long cocktail glasses with red liquid at the bottom, orange juice and I could smell the tequila as I moved the cocktail umbrella with the maraschino cherry to sip at the drink.

  “Mmm,” I said, licking my lips and rolling my eyes. Glancing at Gibson to see how he was doing, he was staring again. “Damn, Chloe… don’t you do anything that doesn’t sound erotic?” Snickering, he then teased, “Do it again.” After that we kind of fell into an easy chat and after two more cocktails I was feeling pretty free in my mind.

  Gibson took my hand and pulled me up. “I think we need a walk to clear our heads.” Slinging his arm over my shoulder casually, he began to walk over to the middle of the boat. Damn that meshy thing looks pretty inviting. I bet it’s cool to lie on.

  Gibson was referring to the trampoline between the catamaran section of the boat and there was this thick material stretched between the two sections. “Fuck, it’s a trampoline.” He stated smiling roguishly. Gesturing with his hand for me to stay where I was he called the steward over. “Towels. Can we get on that thing?”

  The steward nodded, replying, “Guests use it to sunbathe and fish from sometimes.” Without another word Gibson pulled me on to it and we both staggered on the bouncy surface trying to get our balance, before I collapsed in a heap and he did the same right beside me.

  We were both rolling around, bouncing slightly, giggling at how ridiculously uncoordinated we were at walking on it. Between the motion of the boat on the waves and our alcohol intake, we sucked. Gibson rolled on his side facing me and tried to get up on one elbow before rolling back on his back.

  “Jeez, Chloe help me out here, you have to come to me.” Rolling on my side, I managed to get on my elbow to face him. Gibson reached up and brushed some strands of hair away from my face, tucking it behind my ear.

  “You have the sexiest laugh, the sexiest smile and the sexiest body I’ve ever seen.” I wasn’t sure what to say but he smiled and brushed my nose with his index finger. “And you still have an issue with boats.”

  CHAPTER 32 - BREAKING DOWN

  Chloe

  Glancing down Gibson’s body, I couldn’t help but notice he was erect. Then I couldn’t help noticing it again and again. Worse thing was, Gibson caught me doing it.

  “Do you want to see it in the flesh? Or did the picture I sent you traumatize you?”

  Hitching my breath at his blunt question, I expected to see a grin or at the very least a smirk. Gibson’s face was serious, his eyes hooded seductively and staring hard. He was waiting for me to say something, but before I could answer we heard the steward clear his throat.

  “Towels, sir.”

  Gibson twisted his body and head to look up at him, raising his hand to block the sun, then squinted up at him with one eye. “Throw them down then go take a break, dude.”

  Two huge fluffy white bath sheets landed and slid down to where the weight of us made the trampoline dip.

  “Well now that the after care is ready, back to my question. Are we doing a show and tell? I’m not shy, Chloe. Whatever you want, darlin’.”

  Thinking that Gibson was calling my bluff, I swallowed as best as I could with my very dry throat. My heart pounded excitedly against my breast bone and I mustered up the courage to look him square in the eye. “Go on then… or did you want an emcee to announce it? That’s usually how you start your performances isn’t it?”

  Expecting Gibson to laugh and the sexual tension to pass, I smirked for effect and licked my dry lips. Not for effect, just because they were dry. Before the smirk was able to die on my lips, Gibson dug in with his heels and hauled his swimmers to his knees.

  Once I had taken in what he did my eyes went wide and I kind of averted them. “Fuck, Chloe, take a proper look at it. My dick has been in agony since I saw you this morning. Semi to hard all day long so far and right now it feels like it’s gonna explode.” Gibson took his thick length in his hand and began to stroke it slowly while he spoke to me.

  “Does it scare you, Chloe? Sex? Are you afraid to have sex? What is wrong with doing something so natural? It’s free… it’s wild, it’s sensual, it’s energetic. Lowering his tone and talking in a seductive whisper, he said, “It’s dirty and you can have it however you want it darlin’.”

  “Touch me. Go on, take me in your hand. Show me you’re not afraid of me. That it isn’t that you have a problem with sex and not me.”

  I didn’t take up his offer and shook my head, “I don’t have a problem with you, Gibson.”

  “No? You could have fooled me darlin’, you have teased and tested me since yesterday. On the beach last night, on the boat today, on the sand bar earlier, on the deck? And you act like I’m the one that can’t be trusted? I’m here–naked, honest as the day I was born and you are still playing fucking games with me.”

  Gibson reached out and grabbed me by the back of my head, turning me over and hovered over the top of me. I can’t explain it but his action excited me, instead of feeling frightened as I would have been if Kace had done that.

  “Tell me not to kiss you right now. Fucking say you don’t want this and this boat can go back to the dock and you can leave.” When Gibson raised his voice I jumped, my nerves getting the better of me, because I was terrified when Kace shouted at me.

  By then Gibson was really scaring me but what was happening was my own fault, I had pushed his patience and he was at his limit. Did I want to get out of there and let Kace’s treatment toward me affect to the point where every relationship from then would be tainted? No. Did I want Gibson to kiss me to release me from the hold my abusive relationship had on me? Yes.

  “So what do you want to do?” Gibson continued to hover above me, his arms locked straight. His face was etched with impatience and frustration. “How do you want this to go?” Gibson bounced the material either side of me and I flinched.

  “Jesus Christ, Chloe, why did you do that? Never be scared of me. I’m pissed but there is no way I’d ever hurt a hair on your head darlin’.” Gibson’s eyes searched my face and I felt it was a now or never moment for us…for me to rid myself of my past.

  “Kiss me.” My voice was quiet, almost too quiet.

  “What if I do? Are you going to get me all riled up and push me away again? Are we going to fool around, Chloe, or are we gonna stop playing games? Because I’m okay with you not wanting to be with me, but I’m getting pretty tired of being with someone that’s dry humping me one minute and shying away the next.”

  “Yes.”

  “Yes what? Tell me what you want. You need to tell me what it is you want me to do.”

  “I want you to kiss me. I don’t want to play games. I never have. It’s just…”

  “Yeah I know it’s not me it’s you. You told me that shit already.” Gibson continued to hover over me for a minute then he let out a deep sigh, and his face seemed to relax. Whatever he had been thinking, he let it go.

  Bending forward, his lips touched mine in a soft, almost closed-mouthed kiss, followed by a brush with his nose on mine. Staring intensely into my eyes, his became cloudy with lust again. Lowering his body down to mine again, he shifted his weight to the side.

  “Can I touch you?” Gibson’s eyes searched my face again and I nodded, I wanted that.

  “Yes.” Gibson growled with frustration and heaved a h
uge deep breath into his lungs. “Fuck Chloe. Where? Where do you want me to touch you?” Gibson’s tone was impatient, his voice deep and husky as he continued to stare at my body unabashedly, waiting for me to answer.

  “Everywhere.” My voice sounded confident for the first time since the conversation began and Gibson didn’t miss that. Less than a heartbeat later, his mouth was on mine, taking me in a kiss that turned me inside out. Moaning, my back arched up and his hand slid across my belly to grasp at my waist.

  Sliding his hand up the inside of my tankini top, Gibson cupped my breast and groaned low and long before whispering, “Chloe.” Feeling him tremble with want as he palmed my breast with such tenderness and rolling my nipple between his fingers was indescribable.

  Soft breathy moans rose up from my throat and Gibson responded by groaning into my mouth while he rolled his hips on top of me. Breaking the kiss, Gibson shot me a quick glance and smiled slowly, before shuffling down and leaning to the side to pull my top up.

  At the sight of my full firm breast Gibson hitched his breath and his mouth engulfed my erect nipple. While sucking slowly and squeezing the other breast in his hand gently, I could feel a tremble between us, like our bodies were communicating silently and that all of this was anticipation; a preamble, to something much bigger.

  Drawing his head back, he murmured softly in a gruff voice, “Are you alright?” Nodding, I smiled slowly at him not trusting myself to speak for fear he’d hear how turned on I was, just like I had heard in his voice.

  Gibson saw me twist my head up in the direction of the bridge and anticipated my concern that the captain or the steward may be watching. Gibson followed my gaze then looked back at me.

  “I need to take you somewhere more private, Chloe. Tell me to stop and I will but I just don’t want to be where there is the potential for prying eyes.” Stunned at the change in him, I’m sure my eyes went wide at that. The Gibson I knew was an anywhere, anytime kinda guy.

  Gibson pulled me to my feet after standing precariously on the trampoline material and hauling his swimmers up over his butt. Helping me pull my swimming top down, he then helped me back onto the deck. Placing a protective hand on the small of my back, he led me back towards the bar area.

  Reaching into a small display fridge he pulled out a bottle of Crystal and grabbed two glasses, a tray of fruit and a bucket of ice. Smirking at him gathering things again, I thought about his comment about us being on a yacht not a picnic. It was beginning to look like a picnic was in the offing after all.

  Gibson tucked the bottle of champagne under his arm and winced with the cold before chuckling and holding my hand. When he began to lead me through to one of the cabins he was striding confidently. I was tagging behind thinking, shit, this is really happening? Can it happen? Will I be able to do this? But at the same time, wanting to do it more than anything.

  Gibson wandered over to the small table at the bottom of the bed and placed all his finds there. Turning, his delighted smiling face changed to a concerned look. I realized I’d been hovering in the doorway and smiled to reassure him I hadn’t changed my mind about being in the room with him.

  Two strides and his arms were around me. “Come here darlin’.” Suddenly Gibson lifted me off the ground and wrapped my legs around his waist. Striding over to the bed he turned and sat down on it, tucking the top of my feet back over his thighs so that I was astride him but my legs weren’t obstructing him from pulling me nearer to him.

  Flopping backward on the bed, he took me with him and suddenly I was on top of him again. Without hesitation Gibson was asserting himself as alpha male, master in the relationship between us.

  Hungry, desperate kisses full of passion and want made my head swim as he took me over. Our passion rose to the point where we were both writhing on each other, until he rolled over and lay on top of me.

  My legs uncurled and wrapped around his back as I lost myself to the whole Gibson experience. “Fuck.” He growled raggedly and pushed himself off the bed.

  In one fluid swoop his swimmers were on the floor and he stepped out of them. Grinning roguishly at me, his dick bounced as it sprung free and he crawled back over me like he was stalking his prey.

  Gibson curled his fingers into my bikini bottoms and smirked. “May I?” His request was completely out of the blue and made me giggle nervously. I felt so damned horny by that time, caution was gone, replaced with desire and a desperate want to be filled by him overtaking anything to do with reason.

  Nodding slowly, our gaze was fixed but Gibson furrowed his brow.

  “Say it. Tell me to take them down.” His command really turned me on and I mimicked his words.

  “Take them down.” I was amazed at how assertive I sounded.

  “Good girl.” Gibson looked delighted with my response and tightened his fingers and thumbs around the small briefs, smiling slowly. I expected him to rip them off but instead his slow unveiling was sensational.

  Removing his hands from the waistband he placed both of his palms between my legs at the knees then slid his hands tantalizingly slowly up my inner thighs, but without parting my legs any further. Eyes darting up to mine he made sure that I was consenting to what he was doing.

  Slipping his hands under the leg elastic when he reached my pussy, he drew his fingers outwards before turning them over and hooking his long fingers at the waistband and teasing them downwards. I dug my heels in and he pulled them past my butt, then down my slightly trembling legs.

  Gibson’s eyes glinted with pleasure as he stared lustily at my heat, sucking in a long breath of air as he focused first on my shaved pussy, then on the task he was doing, but growled loudly again and shook his head. I loved the effect I had on him and I had never seen this amount of attention given to any other girl he’d been with. What he had been doing with them was purely perfunctory.

  Gibson stopped short of taking my panties all the way off, leaving my bikini bottoms at my ankles. “Chloe, you have to want this. It’s your call to take them off. If you take them off, that means I am not solely responsible for anything else that may happen between us.” Staring back at him, I couldn’t believe that he would torture himself by asking me to consider again at this point.

  “I’ve taken them down to this point because I think you’ve wanted this since that day when you gave me the towels but there is something holding you back.” Gibson’s eyes looked down again at my half naked frame and he licked his lips and swallowed hard. “And I don’t think this has anything to do the promiscuous legacy that follows me.”

  Gibson sat back on his heels and ran his hands through his hair. “I felt you lacked courage to let yourself do this and that’s why I’ve gone this far. Deciding to take them off or not Chloe, that’s your call.”

  We had one day, that’s all. Gibson, my fantasy guy since I was eighteen, was letting me choose whether or not I should get with him, whether I should live out my fantasy. It was clear that I was one of his.

  I was sitting on the edge like he had said. Could I fly off like Gibson wanted me to, like I wanted to and not to fall for him at the same time? Although I desperately wanted to let myself go and be intimate with him, I knew another bout of heartache would follow. I knew what heartache felt like, but I didn’t know the pleasure I felt we could give each other even if it was only once.

  Slowly I bent my leg and allowed one ankle to slip out of the leg of the bottoms, then using my toes I removed the rest with my foot. Gibson was smiling and shaking his head as I trembled and waited for what was going to happen next.

  I suppose I was expecting him to lie down beside me but instead he slid his hands under my butt and lifted me up off the bed and stood, nudging me up his body. Sitting down, he tipped me back, freeing my legs and placing them over his shoulders. He moved himself to sit upright on the edge of the bed with my pussy in his face.

  “Oh, Chloe. I’m going to take really good care of you and make you feel so fuckin’ good darlin’. I hope you’re paying at
tention.” Swallowing hard, I shivered and shuddered at the sexy way he said that to me, his statement was so full of intent.

  Gibson stared at my pussy and then glanced up at me, desperately lusting after what was right in front of his eyes. I stared back at him and felt myself tremble at the slow deliberate way he was savoring the moment. When his eyes flicked back to my heat he dipped his head forward and kissed one thigh and then the other.

  When he did that one last glance up at me as he licked his lips in preparation to taste me, it almost pushed me to my limit. My pussy was soaking wet, coated in my juices and my heartbeat was in overdrive. In that split second before he acted my body hummed while I waited for him to make his move. One thing for sure, the way he was holding me, I knew that I would remember that day for the rest of my life.

  CHAPTER 33 – FIERCE

  Gibson

  Lifting Chloe up, I placed her back on my knees and lifted her legs over my shoulders then sat her up again so that her pussy was level with my mouth. I inhaled her feminine scent deeply and kissed both thighs before I glanced up, watching her, watch what I was doing. Chloe was looking down at me, biting her lip in anticipation of what I was going to do.

  When I kissed her thighs I heard her breath hitch and felt her legs began to tremble slightly. She placed her hands either side of my head to steady herself and tiny shockwaves ran from my scalp to my finger- tips. It was similar to the excitement I had felt in the other direction from my fingers to my scalp from the vibrations when I used to play the drums.

  Chloe’s touch and mine transferring between each other had us both erupting in a rash of goose bumps. The sexual tension hanging in the air between us was so thick it made me feel like I was suffocating. She was nervous, her whole body shaking slightly and her nerves were actually affecting me.

  I took a really good long look at her pussy. She had described herself perfectly, even with her legs astride me it was only slightly open and glistening, hinting at the pleasure I’d feel when I tasted her. She was beautiful.