Gabe didn’t reply, and Addison tripped along after him on her three-inch heels, holding up the skirt of her gown. “Gabe, what’s going on?”
“Just a second,” he said. He pulled her into the kitchen and around the edge of the countertop, fridge, and another countertop before he turned her, backed her into a corner, cupped her face in his hands, and kissed her.
Addison gripped his biceps, loving that the heels boosted her closer to his height. She opened her mouth, and he immediately stroked his tongue in along hers, making sparks of pleasure and desire explode in her core.
It was several long moments before he lifted his head. When he did, he said, “Okay, new rule. You need to text me photos before we go out from now on.”
Addison couldn’t help but love the “from now on,” as if this was something that was going to keep happening for a very long time. “Why is that?”
“So I can be prepared. The sudden rerouting of blood from my brain could be dangerous.”
She laughed, feeling light and happy and optimistic. “Well, I don’t want anything to happen to you. I’ll wear sweatpants from now on.”
He ran his hands down to her butt. “I love you in sweatpants. But damn, girl, this dress . . .”
She lifted a hand to his mouth and wiped away the lipstick from his bottom lip with her thumb. Then she looped her arms around his neck. “I got new shoes, too.”
“I love you in heels.”
“I was hoping you’d say that. I was also hoping you’d let me keep them on later.”
“Later?” But his eyes darkened, and she knew that he knew exactly what she was talking about.
She’d hoped to swing by the apartment over the tavern before she came back to pick up Stella.
“Well, they match my thong perfectly. I was hoping you’d let me keep both on while you—”
“Yes. Fuck yes,” he growled, kissing her again, hot and hard.
“Then let’s go to the party . . . so we can leave,” she said. She was excited about a masquerade ball at a real southern plantation, she wasn’t going to lie. But she was much more excited about some one-on-one time with Gabe. They’d seen each other, and had finally exchanged phone numbers so they could call and text in between seeing each other, but twice had been with the kids and once had been at the support-group meeting. She needed him. Alone. To herself.
He pushed himself back, bracing his hands on the wall on either side of her head. “We could skip the party.”
She’d known he’d say that. “Let’s go. For a little while. I have a surprise for you.”
He lifted a brow. “You got my name tattooed on your ass? Because, darlin’, that would be fucking awesome.”
She rolled her eyes but smiled. “Well, maybe not that big of a surprise.”
“But you’d consider it down the road?”
She would love to think that there was a “down the road” for them. And that was a pretty damned big surprise. But she went for flippant rather than “I’m falling in love with you” as a response. “I’ve already been stunned by the things you can talk me into,” she said. “I guess I can’t really rule anything out.”
He smiled down at her, and they stood, just like that, for several long seconds.
“We’re going to have an amazing time tonight,” he finally said.
She nodded. “I know.”
“We can totally relax. Mom is here with the kids, Logan will have the bar covered. We can just . . . be us.”
Us. The kids. Mom. It all sounded so comfortable and natural and . . . tempting.
With that falling-in-love thing still hovering on the edges of her mind, Addison forced a smile and her concentration in a new direction. “So let’s get going. I want to show you the surprise.”
“Okay. But you might want to check your lipstick first,” he said, looking smug.
She ducked into the powder room just outside the kitchen. Yeah, there was no more lipstick to check. She reapplied, checked her hair, smoothed her dress, and took a deep breath.
They made their way back to the living room. Caroline was on the couch with a book. She looked up. “Ready to go?”
“Ready,” Gabe said. “We’ll check in later.”
“No problem. The kids are already in their spy gear and have a mission planned,” Caroline said with an affectionate smile.
“I appreciate you watching Stella, too,” Addison said. “She shouldn’t be any trouble.”
Caroline waved that off. “Don’t be silly. Watching two is easier than one. They entertain each other. We’ll eat in a little bit and do the craft project later, and then I’ll settle them on the couch with a movie. We’ll have a great time.”
Addison felt Gabe’s hand settle on the back of her neck and relished how comfortable they both were with the gesture.
Gabe escorted her to the door and pulled it open for her. “This is going to be—” He stopped talking, and walking, as he stared at the car at the curb.
“Surprise,” Addison said, throwing her arms wide.
“You got us a limo?” he asked.
“Well, I couldn’t find a pumpkin that would change into a carriage, and you can’t go to a ball in a regular car,” she said, taking his hand and starting down the steps.
“You can,” he said. “I’ve done it.”
She smiled at him over her shoulder. “Okay, let’s put it this way. You can’t have sex in the back seat while also traveling to the ball in a regular car.”
“We’re going to have sex in the back seat on the way to the party?” he asked, picking up his pace.
“I figured this was a great way to sneak in a quickie with no kids around,” she told him. She stopped by the car door that the driver had opened for her. “We’re going to have to figure out ways to do stuff like that going forward, right?”
He focused on her fully, seemingly studying her face for something. Then he nodded. “Yes. Because we’re going forward.”
She went up on tiptoe and kissed him on the cheek. “Yes, we are,” she said softly.
She turned and climbed into the car. Gabe was right behind her. The chauffeur slammed the door once Gabe was inside, and Addison immediately climbed into Gabe’s lap, straddling his thighs.
“Just like that?” he asked, but his expression—and the big hands that settled on her hips—said he didn’t mind at all.
She kissed him as his hands slid up under her skirt along her bare thighs. Addison shivered with pleasure even from that much. He touched her with an amazing combination of tenderness and assuredness. He was a confident but incredibly caring lover, and every time she had his hands on her, she felt treasured and beautiful, even as she felt needy and nearly desperate. She needed him to touch her. Her body craved him. And he never failed to deliver.
It took a few moments of kissing and stroking for Gabe to realize what he wasn’t touching, however.
He pulled back. “You’re not wearing panties?”
She shook her head with a grin.
“Not even a thong?”
“Considering where your hand is right now, you already know the answer to that question,” she said, moving against his fingers that were teasing the wet heat between her legs.
“I thought there was a thong that matched your heels,” he said. Almost as if he were disappointed to find out there wasn’t.
She laughed lightly and reached for her purse. She pulled out the blue thong and held it up for him.
His mouth curled into a sexy half grin. “You were in my mother’s house, talking about her taking care of our kids tonight, without panties on? I’m shocked.”
“And thrilled,” she told him, putting her lips against his again. “I’m a great multitasker. I can discuss the evening’s agenda, my daughter’s dietary preferences and bedtime, and be absolutely charming and sweet to your mother, all the while planning the very naughty things that I want to do to you.”
Gabe’s fingers teased her, his thumb circling her clit, as he said, “I’m sorry for doubting you
.” He slid one thick finger into her. “Won’t happen again.”
She moaned and moved her hips, pressing closer to his touch.
“I have to say, though, as much as I love this dress, it’s too damned big for this,” he said, pumping his finger in and out, then adding a second. “I can’t see all the things I want to see.” Her skirt was bunched around her hips, but there was a lot of material, and it had fallen back over her thighs and his hand.
Addison rocked against his hand, suddenly finding it hard to multitask beyond seeking a nice, hard orgasm right here like this. “You’re doing okay by feel,” she said, her voice husky.
“But watching my fingers move in and out of your sweet pussy is second only to me watching my cock move in and out of your sweet pussy,” he said.
Addison was sure he felt how those words and that tone of voice affected her as her inner muscles squeezed his fingers.
“Lift your skirt up, Addison,” he said, low and firm.
She was getting so close to that climax she needed. “Just keep going.”
“Lift it up, Ad,” he repeated. “I want to see all that pink.”
And then he stopped moving his hand. Addison stared at him. “Hey!”
“Lift. It. Up.”
She huffed out a breath. But yeah, okay, she was totally going to lift up her skirt for him because she was not getting off his lap without an orgasm. But it did not escape her notice that her plan for a surprise quickie in the back of a limo had suddenly become Gabe’s show. She should have expected that, now that she thought about it.
“You’re so bossy.” She reached for the bunched material and gathered it into both hands.
“Yeah, I am,” he said, watching her.
She lifted her skirt, having to pull the bulk of the material up almost to her breasts to actually expose what he wanted to see. His eyes were hot, and she could feel her orgasm building just from him looking at her like this.
“Yes. That’s what I want,” he said, his thumb brushing over her clit.
With her hands full of blue silk and her legs spread by Gabe’s thighs, Addison was kind of at his mercy, she realized. If she moved her hands, the dress would drop, and he’d stop moving his hand. So she had to just sit here and take whatever he’d give her.
“Gabe, please,” she said, adding a little desperation to her tone. Which she totally felt. But she also knew it would turn him on. He loved to make her beg.
“Lean back a little,” he said.
She did, and he groaned. “Yes. God, I love every fucking inch of you,” he said.
And before she could respond, he moved his hand.
He slid two fingers deep, circled her clit and, possibly the best part, kept talking. He told her how gorgeous she was and how tight she was and how he could remember her taste even now and how watching her come apart was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. He used the perfect combination of sweet and dirty, and within minutes she was soaring.
She worked to catch her breath and then focused on him. “That wasn’t really the way I’d planned this going.”
He gave her a grin. “Sorry.”
She laughed. “Well, you can make it up to me.” She scooted back on his lap and went to her knees on the floor of the limo. “Unzip your pants.”
Heat flared in his eyes. “Excuse me?”
Addison ran her hands up and down his thighs. “Unzip your pants,” she repeated, her eyes on his.
And an arrow of heat shot through her when he did it.
She reached up and spread open the front of his tuxedo pants, then pulled down his boxers. She took his hot, hard shaft in hand, stroking up and down as she watched his breathing speed up. “Yeah, I get it,” she said with a nod. “Watching you come undone because of me is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen, too.” Then she leaned in and took him into her mouth.
She slid down his length slowly, dragging a groan from his chest and relishing the way he immediately cupped her head with one hand. He didn’t push her or even hold her tightly. He just rested his hand there, fingers curled into her hair, as if to be connected. And she didn’t care a bit about messing up the style. She’d fix it later with bobby pins and hairspray. Or she wouldn’t. At the moment, she really couldn’t care less.
Addison licked and sucked and stroked. She used her hands and lips and tongue. She stroked over his abs, loving the feel of the muscles bunching under her touch. She ran her hands up to his chest, circling his nipples as she sucked him. She lifted her head and looked up at him. “Talk to me, Gabe. My mouth’s full, so I can’t tell you how much I love doing this to you and how hot this is and how every time I run my tongue up and down your cock, I can practically feel it in my pussy. So you have to talk.”
His fingers tightened in her hair momentarily as he stared down at her, his eyes dark and hot. But he started talking. Oh, did he.
“Your pussy is my favorite place to be,” he said roughly. “But damn, your mouth is a very close second. I love how your cheeks get pink and your nipples get hard when you’re sucking me off. I love that you’re so greedy about it, like my cock is all you ever need. I love having you on your knees as if you’re just there to serve and pleasure me. When I know that you know that I’m wrapped so fucking tight around your little finger that I’d give you the damned moon if you wanted it. I love how you make those little noises when you’ve got me in your mouth, as if you’ll never get enough. And I love how wet you get from this and how I can sink into you, balls deep, and make you come within minutes.”
And she definitely felt her nipples get hard and her core pulse and how close she was to coming just from this.
It was only a few minutes later that his thighs were tightening, and he was warning her he was going to come.
This wasn’t the first blow job she’d given him, though, and she didn’t pull back for a second. But Gabe put both hands on her head and moved her off his cock, dragged her into his lap, and sank deep, just as he’d said.
They moved together, fast and furious, chasing the oh-so-close climaxes that came crashing over them moments later.
Gabe buried his face between her breasts, clasping her body to his. Addison wrapped her arms around his neck. And they both worked to just breathe.
Finally, he looked up at her. “That was . . . amazing.”
She stroked her fingers through his hair and smiled down at him. “Yeah, it was. It’s been too long again.”
He nodded. “But we’re getting practice at this grab-an-opportunity-and-go-with-it thing.”
“We are. Though we might have to get faster. As much as I loved all of that, we can’t do that in the laundry room.”
“Challenge accepted,” he said.
She laughed and climbed off his lap. It wasn’t particularly sexy, but she handed him some tissues to clean up with and wondered how bad an idea it would be to use antibacterial hand wipes down there when she realized something that stopped her heart for a moment.
She looked up at him quickly. He must have seen something in her eyes that startled him because he immediately frowned. “What?”
She swallowed. “We didn’t use a condom.”
He froze. Then gave a nearly inaudible “Holy shit.”
Chapter Eight
Addison made herself breathe in and out. And then again. And again. Okay, they hadn’t used a condom. Okay, that wasn’t for sure a bad thing. It wasn’t the end of the world. But it was a very big deal.
“Ad,” Gabe said, reaching over and taking her hand, “talk to me.”
“I just . . .” She looked at him and saw the true concern in his eyes. And her thoughts spun—to Gabe laughing with his brother, and hugging his mom, and trying to coax Cooper into touching an alligator, and watching Stella with an expression of wonder and intimidation and affection, and listening to a support-group member, and looking at her when he first rolled over in bed in the morning.
Gabe Trahan was an amazing man. Not using a condom with him was maybe not the smarte
st move of her life, but it was hardly a disaster.
“I’m okay,” she finally said.
He lifted both eyebrows. “Yeah?”
“I mean, I can’t believe I did that. But I’ve got the IUD, so we’re fine, and yeah, I’m okay.”
Gabe looked a little disappointed in her answer. She frowned. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah.” He shrugged and pulled his hand from her, smoothing the front of his shirt and retucking it, even though it was very well tucked.
“Why do you seem not okay?” she asked.
He frowned. “I’m fine. I just had a blow job in a limo. Couldn’t be better.”
She should let it go. Two months ago, she would have. For sure six months ago, she would have. But things were different now. She and Gabe were . . . involved. That was the best word for it, probably.
So she pulled on her thong and then climbed back into his lap.
He didn’t push her away, and his hands settled on her hips, as if they were meant to be there, but he didn’t look up at her right away.
“What’s going on?” she asked.
He sighed. “It’s stupid, and I’m sorry for thinking it.”
“For thinking what?”
“That knocking you up wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world and that I would like you to feel the same way.”
Surprise hit her first, but a feeling of yeah-I-get-it followed it very quickly. She finally nodded. “It wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.”
He was clearly not expecting that answer. “No?”
“I don’t think we should try for it,” she said. “It’s not what I really want. But no, it definitely wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.”
He blew out a breath. “Okay.”
“Okay.” She didn’t know what else to say. So she kissed him and then slid out of his lap.
They arrived at the party ten minutes later, and Addison put on a smile and her mask, reminding herself that this was a ball on a southern plantation and she was going to focus on the fun and frivolity for the rest of the night.
Because the topic of having a baby with Gabe was definitely not frivolous. And fun wasn’t the right word, either. But it also wasn’t terrifying. And that was just not something she was prepared to delve into.
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