“Say something,” he urged. “I know this is difficult for you, but I am hundred percent committed, Gabby. I love you.”
Love? Gabby thought she might faint.
“But we’ve just met weeks ago.”
“The heart knows what it wants better than the mind.” His grin was infectious. “And I want you with all my heart and soul. With me, you will be safe. And I will cherish each day that we spend together. Sure, we will have to face ups and down as all couples do, but other than that, it’s going to be pretty damn good.”
She sucked in a deep breath of air to fortify her mind that was a nest of swirling, twirling emotions. Did she want him?
Did she want the commitment?
Even though she longed to avoid the pain of such a decision, Gabby wanted to belong. And who better than Nick? He was the perfect man, her man. Her eyes filled with tears. “Yes.”
“Yes?”
She threw her arms around his neck. “Yes, yes, yes. I’ll be your Old Lady.”
Delight spread over his face and his lips swooped down on her. The kiss was hot and demanding, passionate and wild. While he was tender and gentle the night before, she could sense his desire to plunder and possess. Tangles and coils of liquid hot desire whipped and lashed in her belly as she devoured his mouth.
Passion and need stirred inside her like a tornado.
When he tugged off her shirt, she didn’t resist. Instead, her fingers pulled his shirt out of his jeans so that she spread her fingers over his smooth, warm skin. His muscles bunched under the tips of her finger. With a quick swipe, he unhooked her bra and glided it off her shoulder. Her firm, twin globes escaped the tight confines and filled his willing hands. Pushing her on the bed, he tugged off her pants. Naked, she spread before him.
Nick stood and took off his clothes.
She watched as he dropped his clothes on the chair. It was easy to see the powerful stance of his shoulders as he flexed his arms. The play of muscles on his chest was riveting. His narrow wrist sat atop long, lean legs and when her gaze took in the sight of his cock that jutted out with pride from the tangle of curls, she felt a red-hot haze envelop her brain.
He stalked towards the bed, and she resisted the urge to run.
She wanted him.
And yet, she knew that this would the most defining moment of their relationship.
They had entered a new phase – and she was scared as hell.
But the warm caress of his gaze assured her.
When he leaned over her, his cock sliding over her taut belly, she felt the urge to arch her back and take him deep inside her. But it was obvious that he wanted to take his time. His demanding fingers encircled her breasts and squeezed gently. Her nipples, hard and ruby-red, stiffened and she smelt the musky scent of her arousal. His heavy lashes came down to cover his eyes as he bent his head and took a hard nipple in his mouth. His tongue swirled over the sensitive bud. The gently sucking motion made her blood boil. Moisture leaked down the swollen lips of her pussy and she rubbed her thighs against the hard muscles of his legs to alleviate the lure of desire that tugged in her belly. Her fingers speared through his hair and tugged.
He lifted his head a little, his eyes watching her with measured intensity. The look in his eyes was wicked, naughty.
Not only did he know the effect he had on her but he enjoyed it shamelessly.
Overwhelmed with sensations, inundated by passion, she couldn’t resist what he offered. Arching her back, she rubbed her pussy on his cock.
“Hurry, hurry,” she pleaded.
But he laughed. His head bent to capture her other nipple and he suckled at her breast. Making love to a man was so different than just plain, old sex. Her heart was involved while her mind shut off. Gabby couldn’t think, couldn’t decide what she wanted to do. He held her at his mercy, a willing victim – and she allowed him to do unspeakable things as he looted and plundered her body. His lips traced a line down her belly until they centered on her belly button. His tongue dipped inside the round curve and she moaned as tingles of desire coursed through her veins and nerves.
Rather than move down, he concentrated on the smooth, creamy skin of her stomach, nibbling his way to her hips. When his mouth reached her pussy, his hands settled on her hips and he pushed back her legs, exposing her naked sex for close observation. His tongue dove inside, smearing her wet juices around her clit, sucking and lapping them as if they were the sweetest he ever had.
Her head thrashed from side to side as she moaned under the assault. She wanted to grab him, turn him over, and mount him. She needed to feel his hot throbbing organ slide into her moist insides. Her body longed to get release from the myriad sensations that licked her skin with a scorching heart – but she couldn’t move.
He had his way with her, and she enjoyed every fucking second of it.
Her clit throbbed with a wild intensity, and as if understanding the unspoken need, he pressed his tongue hard against the sensitive nub. And she felt the wild rush of the orgasm as it speared through her insides. Her body arched and buckled and a loud scream escaped her lips.
Without giving her time to recover, he crawled up her body and shoved his hard, needy cock inside her. Dutifully, she opened her legs to ease him in. His smooth lips swept over hers and their lips fused together.
She felt his need and her heart swelled with love.
Joined together, hip to hip, toe to toes, mouth to mouth, she felt truly complete.
This wasn’t just sex, this was something special, unique – and she was lucky that she experienced it her life. If she died now, Gabby would be happy. But if this was death, she wanted more and more of it. Her hips moved in rhythm with his as her fingernails dug into his back, urging him to pick up speed.
He complied. His pelvic bone slapped against hers as he stroked in and out. With each hard thrust, something inside her shifted and melted until her insides turned to wobbling jelly. Every cell of her body was focused on getting release from the swirling current that gained momentum in her nerves.
The exquisite pleasure was unbearable.
Gabby’s arms banded around his back as she slapped her hips up and down to meet him stroke for stroke. The orgasm, blissful and strong, swept through her muscles.
“Nick,” she murmured his name as if it was a prayer.
In response, he emptied himself inside her. His semen pooled in her pussy, dripped out, as she lay quaking under him.
Gabby felt the tears escape her eyes. For the first time in her life, she cried because she was happy.
Gabby had truly come home.
And from now on her life would be so much better, happier.
That was all she wanted – to be happy, to be with a man who loved her.
And Nick offered all that and more.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
It was an ordinary, normal day, and yet for Gabby it was special. As she slid the papers out of the envelope, Gabby closed her eyes for a few minutes. She wanted something good so desperately that her own need surprised her.
After taking a deep breath, she took a quick look at the sheet. “Damn this to hell!”
“What?”
“I passed…and look at this, I got all As.” She handed over the grade sheet and jumped up and down like a school girl. “It’s done, it’s done, and I am on top of the world.”
“What’s wrong with you, girl?” Willow came out of the kitchen and watched with amusement as Gabby took Nick’s hands in hers and did a quick jig. “What happened?”
She snatched the sheet out of Nick’s hands and ran over to show it. Her heart damn near burst with happiness. “I passed all my tests. Moving on now to the next level. Isn’t that amazing?”
Willow studied the results. “Pretty good for a girl who was crying buckets that she would fail at least one subject.”
Nick came over to hug her. “See, I told you.”
“Yeah, yeah, you were right.” Happiness bubbled inside her. It wasn’t easy. For the last six months, she was breaking her back trying to fit in her studies along the chores she was required to do at the clubhouse. Sometimes she ended up staying up late – but it was all worth it.
This sheet of paper made her day.
“You’re amazing, babe!” He kissed her. Even after all these months, the desire that overcame her every time she locked lips with him was as demanding as ever. It didn’t even dim. She could feel her heart pound as his arms closed around her. Passion, need, and want careened through her nerves in a cocktail of heady feelings and her mouth salivated at the thought of getting her hands on his beautiful, naked body.
What a way to celebrate that would be.
Willow banged her head on the counter. “Hey, you two. Get a room.”
She laughed and pushed Nick away. This handsome hunk of a man was all hers. Sometimes she couldn’t believe her luck. At ten years of age, she ran from home to get away from her abusive father. Rather than make it to safety, she was caught in the net of a pimp, Joseph, who forced her into slavery at his club. For two years, she cleaned the club, unable to get out. At twelve years of age, he turned her into a prostitute and for more than a decade, she earned money on her back. When a client gave her the chance to slip away, she took it, and ended up at the Hell Brigade’s clubhouse.