“Don’t worry, I will come back in the morning and help Terry and Mae clean it up. Terry already roped me into it.” Pearl said, walking towards Bear who frowned at her, but was wise enough not to argue. Gabi was surprised that Pearl seemed almost sober. She was pretty sure she’d drank as many drinks as the rest of them had.
“You drunk?” Dog asked, looking at her carefully.
“Ha, not likely boy.” Bear grunted.
“Why not?”
“Because she can drink Duke under the table, and even I can’t do that shit.” Bear said as Pearl walked into his arms. He leaned down and they kissed for a long moment, almost making Gabi blush when Bear’s hands gripped Pearl’s ass and lifted her. She wrapped her legs around him.
“Let’s go lover. I need some good dicking tonight.” Pearl laughed when Bear carried her out with her still curled around him. He didn’t even say goodbye.
“Right, going to take her home. Good luck wrangling those two.” Pretty Boy said watching Molly saying goodbye to Maryann and Katie again. Raven had already sat down on the floor before lying down again claiming she was tired. They were saying something about how much they’d miss each other, but Gabi couldn’t care less as she inhaled Pretty Boy’s scent and closed her eyes as he scooped her up and carried her outside to a truck. She knew it was the one that he had loaned her several times. He rarely drove it, but still kept it around. As he bundled her into the passenger side of the truck and buckled the seatbelt for her she let out a little sigh. Damn, it was nice to have such a pretty man take care of her.
Chapter Eleven
“Okay, babe we’re home.” Pretty Boy said shaking Gabriella’s shoulder as they pulled up to the cabin. His grin was wide as she groaned and snuggled further into his neck where she’d burrowed the minute he’d climbed into the truck at Dog’s place. Damn, his woman was cute as hell when she was drunk. Feeling her hands rubbing against his abs moving up towards his pecs as she kissed her way up to his ear had his cock ready to blow. Fuck, he was going to be in for a hell of a time tonight if she didn’t stop feeling him up. He’d end up in the shower jacking his dick again. Not that he didn’t already jack it so often lately that he was surprised it wasn’t falling off.
He wouldn’t fuck around on his woman but damn, waiting for her to be ready was fucking killing him. He knew he couldn’t rush her and he’d wait as long as she needed him to, but waiting wasn’t a damned picnic, that was for sure. He shifted her a little as he slid towards the door of the cage he’d brought over to pick her up in. He was damned glad he’d taken advice from Tick when he’d grunted that he’d better follow his old lady’s advice and bring a cage. Charity had been correct, they had all been shitfaced by the end of the night. Not that it really surprised him that the other women were shitfaced, but his girl wasn’t a lush. He would bet that she was a light weight. He knew for a fact that she hardly ever drank, and he’d only seen her drunk once at the welcome party they’d had for Tiny and Racheal’s twins.
“Woah,” Gabi said as she almost fell over in the seat as he got out of the truck. Pretty Boy couldn’t help the little chuckle he let out as he caught her and pulled her to the edge of the seat.
“I got you, firefly.”
“You’re so sweet.” She cooed, her smile goofy. She kept blinking like she was trying to focus on making him smile. She was so fucking cute.
“Yeah, I am baby,” he replied before scooping her into his arms.
She immediately nuzzled her face into his neck, her lips caressing his skin sending shivers of desire down his spine. Letting out a groan as he felt her teeth tease his skin with tiny little nips that made his already hard cock jump. He carried her up the stairs, holding her tightly and enjoying the feeling of her in his arms. He shifted her weight so he could put the key into the door before he opened it. Gabriella started sucking on his earlobe making his knees so weak it was a wonder he was able to kick open the door and get them inside without dropping her. He ended up crashing down on the couch with her sitting awkwardly in his lap. Landing hard, he grunted when his elbow hit the end table hard. Gabriella wasn’t fazed by the sound, or the hard fall. She shifted until she was sitting with a leg on either side of him and her warm little pussy was snuggled up to his hard cock.
Making the pain that had briefly throbbed through his arm disappear. Her hands were sliding all over his body and he found his breath catching as her mouth devoured him.
Fuck, he really liked drunk Gabi.
“Gabi, ease up. I don’t think this is a good idea tonight,” he grunted out, even though it was the last thing he wanted to say to her. He didn’t want her to regret anything that happened between them in the morning. It would kill him if she was upset about anything that happened between them sexually, and he never wanted her to associate him with her rape. Even in a small way, like him using her drunkenness to loosen her up some.
“No, I want to touch you.” Gabriella whined, her hands tugging his shirt up. He let out a loud groan when her lips covered his nipple. Fuck, even with his shirt in the way, that move made him almost blow in his jeans like a teenager.
“I don’t want this to upset you later, Firefly. Please have mercy on me.” Pretty Boy tried to protest even as his hand rose to cup her hips.
“No, I want to explore you. You said you’re mine.” Gabriella pouted, her eyes unfocused as she glared at him pulling back.
“I am yours. I just don’t want you to think I took advantage of you.”
“I won’t. Now take this off. I want to see your chest.” Gabriella tried again to pull his shirt up and he gave in, helping her before tossing it onto the coffee table while her hands started running over his chest from his navel to his shoulders and back again. Then her mouth was traveling the same path. Fuck, how was he going to stand this shit without it killing him? He didn’t know, but as he gripped her hips and let her move her sweet little mouth over his skin he knew he’d die a happy man.
His hand gripped her hair and he felt her start to grind against his cock. He held her hips and groaned at the feeling of her little pussy grinding on him. Fuck, she was like a furnace and he felt it through their jeans. He knew that she must be hot as hell if he could feel it through all that material. His mind blanked as she bit his nipple, her tongue swirling around it before she flicked it. His hand tightened in her hair holding her mouth to his skin trying to catch his breath as she continued to own him.
Her body was grinding so hard against his and he knew from the little mewls she was making that she was close to coming. Needing to feel it he didn’t hesitate, his hand dove down the front of her jeans and the tips of two fingers brushed against her clit before sinking into the sweetest, hottest pussy he’d ever felt. His mouth crashed into hers and he was kissing her long and hard as he let her pleasure herself on his lap. She continued to grind on him as he allowed his fingers to sit just inside her hot little box as she used them to help get her off.
“That’s a good girl, firefly. Come for me. Please, baby, give me what I need,” Pretty Boy demanded, his cock so worked up he already knew he was about to come in his pants, but he didn’t give a fuck. He couldn’t wait to pull his fingers out, covered in her juices so he could finally get a taste of her pussy. He’d been waiting for what seemed like forever to get it.
“Kyle,” she panted, her body starting to shake as she moaned and her hands gripped his shoulders hard, her nails digging into his skin.
“That’s it, baby. That’s it. Give it to me.” He grunted as he felt the tiny little ripples start as she moaned and threw her head back as his mouth covered her nipple through her shirt, sucking her taunt bud into his mouth. His fingers pushing in more, needing to feel the tight grip of her body as she came or he’d lose his shit.
“Ky—le,” She screamed, her mouth falling open in a silent O and her eyes closed as she shuddered in his arms, her pussy gripping his fingers like a vise. The site of her coming was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen and Pretty Boy couldn’t s
top his own orgasm as he blew his wad into the confines of his pants with a loud groan. It took them both several moments to catch their breath and he couldn’t remember a time when he’d ever seen stars when he’d come. He sure as fuck had never felt as satisfied after sex as he did sitting here with Gabriella curled into him with her head resting on his shoulder and his fingers still buried in her still spasming cunt.
Gabriella let out a little sigh as she snuggled closer. Pretty Boy slowly pulled his fingers free from her pussy and pulled them out of her jeans. His fingers moving to his mouth as he sucked them clean. Groaning at the sweet taste of her that he’d been craving for years. It made him want to jerk her pants off and lick her clean. He knew he was making a mistake even as he stood up and carried her into their bedroom. He laid her down on the bed as she watched him with heavy lidded eyes. He pulled her shirt off and then removed her bra, watching her for any signs that she wanted him to stop. When he didn’t see any, he tugged her jeans and panties off and pushed her legs apart, waiting as she stared at him. When she still didn’t protest he dove his face into her pussy and started licking it all up. His dick throbbed even though he’d already come. Gabriella pushed her hand through his hair as he started working her sweet box into another orgasm. His hands cupping her hips and his mouth devouring her.
“More, Kyle, more.” She begged as he ate her, his hands possessive on her body.
He licked and sucked her clit before moving lower. His tongue spearing through into her sweetness as his fingers teased her nipples. Hearing the moans and pleas that fell from her lips made him mad with lust. He didn’t even stop when she came a second time. He just stayed between her legs making love to her pussy like that until she’d come three more times. That was when she passed out. Finally moving up her body kissing her gently as he stood up watching her sleep for a long moment before heading into the shower to take care of the hard-on licking her pussy had given him.
Entering the bathroom, he pulled off his jeans ignoring the hardened come that clung to the material as he climbed beneath the spray, his hand already working his dick. Leaning his head into the wall and allowing the spray to cover his back he imagined the look on her face when she came. The way she’d bit her lip and moaned while her body shook with pleasure. He loved watching her come like that. With the scent of her pussy on his face and her taste on his tongue, he was shooting his load less than a minute after he started working his meat. As he got out of his shower he wrapped a towel around his waist hoping that she didn’t regret what they’d done in the morning because he didn’t know if he could live with knowing he’d made her unhappy even for a moment.
Grabbing a wash cloth, he ran some warm water over it and walked back into the bedroom. Moving to the bed he gently cleaned her up earning a moan and a mumbled complaint from her that made him chuckle. After he’d finished cleaning her up, he entered the bathroom and tossed the cloth into the hamper, then he went back to their room. He glanced at the bed to see her sprawled out looking satisfied. He grinned, deciding he liked that look on her face as he went to the dresser and grabbed a pair of soft, sleep pants. Putting them on, he opened another drawer and dug around until he found a t-shirt and some panties for Gabi. He walked towards the bed, kneeling beside her, he lifted her up and shifted her around so that he could dress her. Laughing when she grunted and tried to fight him off. When her pussy was finally covered, he placed a gentle kiss on the top of her mound before he pulled the shirt over her head. Turning out the light, he laid down and wrapped her in his arms and then pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. Gabi let out a pleased little sigh and mumbled something about sleep making him grin. He was damned glad she was his and with her in his arms it didn’t take him long to fall into a deep contented sleep.
Chapter Twelve
Gabriella moaned as she rolled over in bed, her hand going to her forehead. Her mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton wool and her head was pounding. She cracked open one eye letting out another loud groan of displeasure when she saw the bright light streaming in the widows. God, how much did she drink last night? Turning her head, she searched for Kyle, but he wasn’t in the bed next to her, making her already terrible morning worse. Had he told her he was going somewhere this morning? Or had she done something while she was drunk that he didn’t like? Shit, trying to wrack her brain for the events of last night made her head ache even more than it was already.
What the hell had Pearl put in those damned daiquiris last night? Sitting up slowly she couldn’t help whimpering as her eyes starting throbbing and her stomach roiled in protest. She was never drinking on girl’s night again. She’d been to several of them in the last year and she couldn’t remember ever getting so drunk that she felt this bad the next morning. She’d had a slight headache, but never this throbbing pain that made her want to curl up in a ball and just sleep for days. Hearing the door open she swung her head in that direction seeing Kyle walking into the room carrying a tray.
“Morning, firefly,” Kyle said as he moved towards the bed with the tray.
He was grinning and she wanted to hit him for being so damned happy when her head felt like someone was beating on it with a hammer. Gabriella flopped back onto the bed instantly regretting it when it made the drumming worse. Her hand flew to cover her head and she let out a loud groan.
“Aww, does your head hurt? I’m sorry you feel like shit, but I have just the thing to make you feel better. It’s Aunt Mae’s hangover helper. I promise it works wonders. Tastes like shit going down, but you won’t regret it five minutes later when you feel better.” He chuckled sitting down on the edge of the bed, placing the tray beside her. She peeked at him from under the arm she’d placed over her eyes. He lifted a glass of what looked like green goo. Um, no way was she drinking that. Kyle held it out to her expectantly.
“I don’t think so.” Gabriella said covering her eyes again.
“Firefly, I know you feel like crap, but I guarantee that this will help. You trust me, don’t you?” He asked again, making her squeeze her eyes shut as she debated whether she could trust him or not. Gabriella knew he was trying to make her feel better, but that stuff looked toxic.
“No thanks.”
“Come on, Gabi. I promise it will help.”
“Ugg, fine, but if I die from drinking that I’m coming back to kick you in the balls.” Gabriella sat up moaning as her head throbbed again. Kyle let out a laugh as he handed her the nasty looking drink. She stared at it for a long moment with her nose wrinkled and her stomach rolling. Then she tipped the cup to her lips and drank it. It tasted awful and she managed to get about half of it down before she was gagging and shoving it back at him. God, that shit was disgusting. Pretty Boy took the cup she shoved at him and chuckled a little as he handed her a glass of water to wash it down with.
Despite the taste, her stomach did feel a little better, so maybe he was right and it would help. She lay back against the headboard watching as he moved the tray he’d brought over her lap. It had eggs, grits, and bacon piled high on the plate. She glared up at him.
“I can’t eat this.”
“Firefly, it will help too. Hangover cure and grease for breakfast works every time. I know, I’ve been in your shoes more than once.” Kyle said, smiling at her before he leaned over and kissed her on the forehead and climbed off the bed. “Eat up.”
She watched as he headed into the bathroom for a shower, tossing a grin over his shoulder. Gabriella sighed before looking down at the food in her lap. She was kind of hungry so she picked up some bacon and began eating it. Her mind wandering back to the night before and what had happened. She remembered Pearl bringing out the third pitcher of daiquiris, but after that things got a little fuzzy. Trying to piece things together she remembered Tiny carrying Racheal out of, Dog and Terry’s house. That memory made her blush a little because she was pretty sure she’d been feeling Kyle up when that happened. Shit, had she really tried to strip him in the middle of her friends living room? She was almo
st positive she had.
Her cheeks heated and she stared over at the bathroom door hearing the shower cut on and Kyle whistling. If she had, he didn’t seem too bothered by it thankfully. Of course, that though had other thoughts flooding her brain. Images of her riding his lap and then—shit. Had she really let him lick her into an orgasm? Dear god. She was a little shocked that she hadn’t had some kind of freak out, but the more she thought about it the more it made sense. When she’d been with the Jackals she’d been forced to do things or they’d hurt her. Last night with Kyle she knew was safe and she’d been in control of what was happening between them.
Maybe that was the key to making their relationship work. The only question was could a man like him allow her to be in control during sex. He’d allowed it last night, but would that type of vanilla sex be enough for him? Or would he eventually leave her because she couldn’t handle rougher sex. She didn’t know, but as she ate the breakfast he’d brought her she realized it was too late to save her heart. It had been involved from the moment she’d walked into his arms over two years ago. She heard the shower shut off and her eyes were drawn to the door of the bathroom as it opened a few moments later. Kyle walked out wearing only a towel slung low over his manly hips.
He paused in the doorway watching her and she noticed that his cock stiffened as she watched him feeling a blush spread over her cheeks again, but she didn’t look away. Kyle let the towel drop and she gasped a little, but her eyes devoured the view. Her heart picked up as she let her eyes travel up from his cock to his hip where he’d marked himself with her name. Then up to his slightly damp abs and then further up to his hard pecs, her body heating as she got to his eyes which were filled with dark desire as he let her look. His lips were curled into a slightly smug little smile as he waited for her to meet his eyes.
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