Forgiving Gia (Rocker Series Book 2)

by Whitney, Gina

  My nerves were starting to kick in, which wasn’t good. I tended to laugh inappropriately when nervous. Please don’t laugh. Please don’t laugh. One breath in. One long breath out.

  I bit my lip to keep from laughing. A reminder of just how serious the situation really was. “Very special ops. Where do I keep it? On my waist or in my bag?” I asked, straight-faced. It was a legitimate question.

  “It’s small enough to fit in your new bag. Plus, you still have room for makeup.” Chance beamed. Abel and Commando shot him a look of male disgust.

  I perked right up. “What new bag?” I didn’t have a new bag.

  Chance strode across the living space to the far window where a bright red Cartier shopping bag sat on the floor. “Umm, only this new bag.” He held it up for us to see. I looked at them, shrugging apologetically. I wanted to join in on his festive mood. However, Sir’s dead-eye-stare bade me not to.

  I smiled gratefully, but not too gratefully to catch the alpha’s attention. Throwing a quick wink to Chance, I said, “Thank you, Chance. You’re very kind.” I sounded more robotic than myself. Chance put the bag into the bedroom suite and returned quickly to rap-up the conversation.

  Commando stepped forward. His words would not soon be forgotten. “She can hide deep in an underground bunker. Somewhere under the brick and steel of a nondescript building. I vow to you, I will secure her. And she will be brought to justice.” His voice was deadly serious. A true wartime operative. Holy smokes.

  I didn’t crack a smile. Not even the tiniest. I wanted to laugh my ass off, of course, it was hardly appropriate. However, I often was wildly inappropriate.

  I stood abruptly, causing the Commando to take a step back. “Thank you, Renee.” My tone was somber. “We both really appreciate your insight and expertise.” I kept my smile in check, being careful not to overextend my gratefulness to where the broody alpha would pick up my glint of humor. God forbid.

  He didn’t answer me, but rather directed his answer to Abel. “My pleasure. You’re both very welcome. I’ll be in touch. I have more surveillance to do and contacts to reach out to.” He shook Abel’s hand. However, he didn’t extend his goodbye to Chance, who was wearing a pouty face. Oh well.

  “Chance, stop acting like a fucking girl with a crush. He’s not your type, anyway,” Abel deadpanned.

  I gave Abel a pointed look. Sheesh. He was being awfully severe.

  “Gia, come.” His hand found mine, threading our fingers together. He then turned to Chance. “Look, it’s late. I’m fucking starved. You know how I get when I’m hungry,” Abel said and then excused himself.

  Chance took the opportunity to agree and bid us goodnight.

  “You hungry, Beauty?”

  I nodded. Fuck, I was starved, too.

  “I’ve got an idea. Do you like sushi?” he asked, but it was more like he was telling me we were having it.

  “Love it, why?” I rose up on the balls of my feet to meet his lips.

  “I love sushi, and wait until you see how I want my sushi.”

  I licked the seam of my lips. How he ate his sushi? What the fuck did I get myself into?

  Dining for one…

  “All right, rebel. This is how I want to eat my sushi.” He rubbed his chin, checking the knots on his handiwork.

  I was tied with a ball-gag in my mouth to the dining room table. Saliva dribbled down the sides of my lips. Fucking attractive. I closed my eyes tightly and counted to ten. What good that would do wasn’t lost on me. How in the world I ever thought I’d get away with anything with this man was beyond me. Sigh.

  “Eyes open. The food will be here any moment. Thank fuck for twenty-four-hour dining.” He leaned heavily over my face. He took his phone out, snapping a quick picture. A knock came to the door.

  “Ahhhh. Hhh. Hh.” I moaned. Oh fuck.

  “Shhh, little one. I’ll get the door.” He laughed. As if! What a fucking asshole.

  I shook my head. Straining my neck as much as possible, I held my breath and waited to see the room service guy wheeling in the sushi cart. Instead, Abel rolled it flush with the table.

  A trickle of sweat from the intense overheated lighting ran down my neck. He caught that. Of course, he did. He dimmed the lights and grabbed the remote for the fireplace, igniting it. Blue flames licked the room. Abel licked my face. Argh!

  He proceeded to strategically display the various different rolls across my body. “If you’ll notice, I asked for the sauce on the side. I didn’t want the spicy mayo to irritate your creamy skin.

  “Aww,” was all I could manage. So fucking thoughtful. I rolled my eyes.

  “You said you loved Spider roll, right?” he asked, picking up a piece.

  I nodded yes. God, did I fucking love Spider rolls. He placed a piece on each of my nipples. I squinted my displeasure.

  He laughed. “I happen to love the Dante roll.” His dimpled smile hit my clit head on. I couldn’t help but try to draw my legs together. Of course, I couldn’t as they were secured to each table leg. He lined his Dante roll from my sternum to the apex of my pussy. “And let’s not forget the Randi and Ronnie roll.” His laughter exploded, echoing off the walls. He was so fucking disturbed.

  His phone buzzed along the top of the table. He picked it up, dialing whomever. “Yo, I’m eating. No. No. Yes, she’s here. Nope, she can’t talk right now. I’ll have her call you in the morning. No problem. You, too, doll.” He ended the call.

  “Hyyyy.” A garbled and spit-filled mumble escaped me.

  “Yep, it was Cindy. I told her…well you heard. Now, where was I?” He looked to the cart then to me. “Ah, the Vivian roll…”

  His grin became blurry. The fucking wasabi was so potent my eyes were tearing. Vivian went down each leg. “And last but not least, the Parisian roll. You like caviar, Beauty? Umm, I do, baby. Love that shit fierce.” He placed a piece in between my pussy lips. Fuck me sideways. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.” He kissed both my cheeks.

  I watched as he poured sake and held it up.

  “This calls for a proper toast. Chains of steel will rust with time. Chains of the heart will only grow stronger," he toasted me then shot back the sake, blowing out the burn.

  He walked away for a minute, returning with his favorite red scarf. “To truly enjoy, you need to experience it blindly. Let your senses go. Free your mind. Trust me to take care of you.” He tied the scarf around my head, knotting it on the side.

  My world went dark. All I could hear was his breathing. I focused on that. Not the fact that I wanted to scream. Something dropped on the table, causing me to jump. What the fuck was that?

  The first to be eaten was the Spider roll. His perfectly tempered mouth affixed around my nipple, sucking hard before he ate it. He turned his attention to my other nipple and licked around the piece of sushi first. I jerked when he pinched my nipple while he chewed. Fuck, his chewing was loud. My senses were on fire. Alive was the only way I could describe it.

  He continued on to the Dante roll all the way to my pussy, alternating between his amble tongue and teeth on my flesh. Intense, incredible, alive…electricity heated a path down my throat to my clit. I had no voice…only darkness. He brushed the hair away from my shoulder and skimmed my neck with his callused thumb.

  Butterflies feathered their way through my abdomen. A shudder ran down the length of my spine. Goosebumps licked my skin from head to toe. Liquid trickled down the inside of my thighs, which wasn’t lost on Sir. He used his tongue to lap it away, dampening me further. His tongue was daunting and deadly. I tried to swallow as heat began to spiral through my chest. Fuck, I was hot. He was down to his Parisian roll.

  “Umm, fuck, baby girl. I’m going to bust a nut all over you.” His words caused me to burst into flames. I was a fucking wild harlot. A jezebel. Fuck. I didn’t care. I needed his mouth on the Parisian roll that instant!

  There was a creak followed by a wobble of the table. He was fuck center on the table between my legs. I could feel
his warm breath blowing on my pussy. I loved the smell of my pussy. This boy was fuck crazy for it.

  Asshole to clit, his tongue rode its way to the Parisian roll. Thank you, baby Jesus. Another slow lick of my seam. I knew him well enough to know he had to be near exploding. His naked body ground onto mine. I leaned up to his heat. Inch by inch, my body temperature soared. There wasn’t another man on Earth that could make me feel such fucking fire. His erection was pressing hard against my pussy. I wanted to scream…put it in. Oh God. Put it in. Need roared through me. I needed. My need needed. My needed needed. I lifted my hip, blindly searching for his cock. He held me in place firmly as he spoke clearly into my ear.

  “You want my cock, Beauty?”

  I shook shamelessly.

  “Of course, you do, Beauty. This beautiful, rosy flush tells me all I need to know.” He latched on to my nipple, sawing it between his teeth. Fuck that hurt. Hurt so good. His voice deepened. “I’m going to take that ass I’ve been priming. It’s mine to claim…isn’t it?” His voice was guttural and low now.

  The blood pounded in my head. I’d agree to anything right now. Ass…pussy…mouth. Scratch that. I need him in me…filling me. I want to feel every goddamn ring moving in and out of me. Give me the dragon for fuck sake.

  His soft lips were heated as he claimed mine. He was all tongue. Dominating and demanding, taking what he wanted—what was his. I was exhausted before we even started. The ropes fell loosely off the table. Then I was in his arms. His scent surrounding and comforting me. A few strides and a kick of the door closed, and I was faced down, being refastened again. My arms—above and wide. My legs—affixed to a spreader. Of course.

  “On your knees, Beauty. Chest down on the bed.”

  I wouldn’t say I was comfortable at all. He obviously knew what he was doing. He removed the ball-gag, carefully placing it onto the nightstand. I didn’t realize I was whimpering until he cooed and kissed my ear, tugging with his teeth. He pivoted between my legs. The anal-plug was removed and instinctively, my pucker clenched uncontrollably. The bed wobbled as he shook something. Then, with a squeeze, a warming liquid coated the seam of my ass. His thumb pushing in and out of my hole.

  “Fuck.” I leaned forward trying to escape the orgasm barreling toward me. His growl echoed through my core. He slapped my ass hard as he leaned into it. One hand fisted me hard. The other manacling my hip. He lifted my head to the left so I could see his face to my right. His pupils were gone. Black dominated his eyes. A flush was prominent across his chiseled cheekbones. My man was rampant.

  He gripped my chin with his warm hand. “I love you. My beauty. Never forget that.” He kissed my lips hungrily. It was hard and quick. However, his words seduced my heart. His touch was gentle when I knew how rough he could be. The wet sounds of him working himself had me groaning loudly.

  He slapped the dragon across my ass, signaling he was ready to be buried in me. My eyes would’ve been rolling back in my head had I not been face down at the moment.

  “Take my cock, my love.” His voice softened dangerously.

  I was soaking wet without the warming lube he applied. I wasn’t complaining, though. I wanted to stiffen up. However, I knew it would make it worse. I relaxed as his tip leaned against my back door. One full breath in. One fucking long breath out.

  “Gia,” he called as he fed me one inch at a time of his cock. Working his Jacob’s ladder in a corkscrew fashion. My breathing came in short, breathy spurts. “I’m going to empty you out and fill you up, over and over again, baby girl.” His maleness and amazing strength overwhelmed me. And those dirty fucking words of his.

  Moaning, I tried to reach down to flick my clit, forgetting I was tied. His heavy breaths made my head spin further into the sexual coma of Abel Gunner. My breath was taken away in shock as he penetrated me to the fucking hilt, no more easing in, just pure- primitive-mating-possession. I opened for him. My eyes closed tight. I thrust backward, meeting his pace.

  “Fuck, yeah, darlin’. You give your Sir that ass so sweetly. My beauty.” His words were barely audible as he pumped himself into me. Desire shot through me painfully. His rings hitting nerves I never knew existed. His wide girth filled me to the brink of pain. He was driven. I wanted this. Wanted this with him. The image of his beautifully chiseled body burned into my mind forever. His thrusts increased to deep, filling pumps. With a bellow, he reared back, biting me on the shoulder. “Mine.”

  Pleasure exploded in me. The edges of my world came in and out of focus. I tried to shake it off to no avail. Intense waves of ecstasy washed through me. A silent scream was released from my mouth. Tears ran down my face as I rode out one of the hardest orgasms to date.

  “Fuck, baby,” I screamed. Motherfucker that hurt. I was all for love bites. But that was bordering medical attention. I was sure of it. Guiding my body down off my knees, he reached for the ties. With both hands now free, I pulled the pillow closer to snuggle while he removed my ankles from the spreader bar.

  His breath was short and labored. “Thank you, baby. You have no idea what this means to me.” He kissed my ass, throwing the spreader onto the floor with a thump. He sat beside me, rubbing the rope indentations from my wrist.

  My eyes were heavy. I was having a hard time fighting exhaustion.

  “Sleep, Beauty. You did well. I’ll clean you up.” His words whispered sweetly as sleep took me under…

  Waking up with my beauty this morning was nothing short of wondrous. The light from the window casted an ethereal glow upon her naked form. Her hair, perfectly fanned on the pillow top, produced a halo effect. She was nothing short of angelic. However, she had the mouth of the devil. And that pussy of hers…the mental and physical grip it had over my cock. It was a wonder I had a coherent thought left in my brain. She rendered me utterly speechless.

  A mental slap was what I needed. The boys wouldn’t believe it. Fuck, who am I kidding? They knew I was pussy whipped by Beauty. It was more with her. So fucking much more. My craving for her never sated. My cock constantly in a state of pain. I needed to chill. Care for her. I worked her hard the night before. She deserved my confession aloud. Not in the throes of passion. What I had to say was heartfelt and sincere. I needed to do it the right way. She deserved the fairy tale after the way she grew up. That, I could give her…

  The backs of my fingers traced the curve of her hip up to her perfectly rigid nipple. The rogue in me wanted to take her hard. The man in me concurred. The lover in me disagreed.

  I got out of bed, shrugging on pajama bottoms. I needed to plan the day’s activities. I knew she wanted to see the gang. Especially, Cindy. We’d start with that. I had Chance arrange a private breakfast on the grounds of the hotel. Chance had an exceptional eye for detail…much like my mother. He’d see to it that our meal had an abundance of fresh flowers. Which brought me to my next thought…she loved peonies. I wasn’t sure if they were seasonal. I never cared to know such things. I cared now. She mattered.

  I woke Beauty up with a fresh, steaming pot of coffee. We both shared our addiction to caffeine. Speaking of addiction, where was that prescription bottle? Checking my pants from the night before, I found my gold. Bingo. I shook a few in my mouth like Tic-Tacs, swallowing them whole. I moved to the coffee service…pouring an ample amount of cream into her cup. I sat beside her with her cup in my hand waiting for her brain to catch up to her nose.

  As she started to stir, the sheet fell off her lower body, revealing that fucking magnificent, bare pussy. I swallowed hard. It wasn’t supposed to be about me. Cup in one hand I adjusted the dragon with the other. Fuck me. I was harder than stone.

  “Problem I can help you with?” She giggled. Her eyes focused on my cock. Damn. She grabbed for the cup of coffee in my hand…blowing over the rim as the heat billowed off the top. That voice. Those swollen morning lips. That motherfucking hypnotic, tantalizing signature scent of Gia drew my balls up tight. I needed a cold shower or we’d never leave the room—ever.

&nbs
p; “Funny girl, aren’t you? I have a few surprises today. How are you feeling?” Fuck, I was babbling. I couldn’t deny myself any longer. Just a taste. I moved my mouth closer to hers. She moved back awkwardly from my kiss. What the fuck?

  “Morning breath. Sorry.” She shrugged sheepishly. Totally ridiculous.

  “Beauty, my cock was deep in your ass just a few hours ago. And you’re embarrassed about your breath? I couldn’t give a fuck about your breath. I eat your pussy and kiss you, right?”

  She looked with disgust. It was true wasn’t it?

  “You’re one crude motherfucker.” She rolled her eyes taking another sip of coffee.

  “That’s me…crude, but truthful. Are you going to deny me?” I raised an eyebrow.

  “Huh. Imagine that? How’d I guess you’d pull the Dom card to get what you wanted?” She wriggled her nose at me.

  “And I’ve showed you before what happens when you use that fresh mouth. You wore my fingerprints last time. Would you like a repeat?” I grabbed the cup out of her delicate hands, depositing it on the nightstand. My hand grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her to me. “At some point today, you’ll be on your knees, sucking my cock. Here’s the catch…it will be out in the open.” Her eyes opened wide at my words. “Yes, with people around. That should cure you of your modesty.” I kissed her long and hard. Her forehead. And then her pouting mouth. Good morning to me. It was going to be a perfect day.

  My breakfast surprise was met with wet kisses all over my face. The boys witnessed Gia’s display of affection, rolling their eyes and snickering pussy comments to each other. Fuck them. They’d have their day soon enough. It happens when you least expect it. Right in the middle of any ordinary day. Bam. Love fucks you right to your face. Then follows it up with a punch to your balls.

  We sat under a white canopy bursting with pastel flowers. Not my idea of rock romance, but it wasn’t for me. Chance was more in tuned with what colors women preferred. I saw Woody eyeing the fine china and flatware. I laughed to myself. It was fucking beyond feminine. I’d never hear the end of it. I’d probably end up blaming Chance, anyway. They knew his attention to detail when I asked him to do something. It was never simple…more often than not, it was over the top.