Breaking Free (Siren Publishing Classic)
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Danny let out a squeak as an electric current of pleasure and pain singed through her at the further stretching of her tight anal ring. It was uncomfortable, but it didn’t matter. She was so hot, so ready. She wanted him any way and every way. Nothing else mattered but having him inside her, wherever he wanted.
He dribbled more oil onto her blossoming hole, and she heard him groan as her eager body sucked his fingers in. He added a third finger, drawing a low wail from her.
“Danny, I was just planning on teasing you today, but you’re so close to being able to take me. Tell me to stop now, otherwise I’m going to have this tight little ass.” His voice was deep, sending shivers down her already-shaking body.
She realized he was waiting for her permission. “Yes, Gabe, I want it.”
Withdrawing his fingers brought a displeased whimper from her, but he was quick to coat his cock in the thick oil. He pressed the broad head to her well-oiled entrance and paused.
“Baby girl, you’ll let me know if I hurt you, right? I don’t want you doing anything just to please me.”
Danny’s head shook. “Oh please, Gabe. I feel so empty. I need you to fill me. Make me whole.”
With a deep growl, he began to press into her. The broad mushroom head pried her open, and she let out a wild cry as it penetrated her tight rear entrance, stretching the hole unbelievably wide. Utterly fascinated, completely consumed by her lust, she felt the slight pain as he speared her virgin entrance, but she didn’t care. She just wanted to be filled.
“God, you’re so tight. I just want to ram into you, show you who owns you. It’s killing me to go slow.” But he continued sliding inch by agonizingly slow inch into her.
When he was fully buried in her hot, tight body, they were both gasping for air. “Oh God, please say you’re okay, baby,” he begged. “It will kill me to pull out, but I will if you want me to.”
Danny gulped in a deep breath trying to convince her mouth to work. She felt so damn full, stuffed beyond belief. “Baby, if you don’t finish what you started, so help me, you’re going to be singing soprano.”
Chuckling at her threat, he obliged. Carefully withdrawing, and then gently sliding back in, he set a slow, sensuous rhythm, carrying them to the edge. Danny whimpered so close, yet she couldn’t quite reach oblivion, but Gabe seemed to know what she needed. Reaching around, he stroked the aching nub of her clitoris, drawing her to the edge, then increasing his pace, he sent them both spiraling over, their shouts of completion echoing off the bare walls of their home.
* * * *
Danny’s soft mummer of contentment filled the air as she snuggled into the strong curve of Gabe’s body, watching the flames dance in the large stone fireplace.
“Do I want to know what put that mischievous look on your face?” Gabe murmured sleepily as he lazily stroked the soft length of her hair.
Turning and giving him a sexy smile, she answered. “I was just thinking how amazing it is that something as simple as a magazine article could have such an impact on a person’s life.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well if I hadn’t read that article in BACK-OFF Bikes, I’d have never bought my bike, and I would never have had the courage to change my life.”
Making a sour face, Gabe grumbled, “And here I thought I might have something to do with it.”
Running a hand down his broad chest, she purred softly, catching his ever ready cock in her hands. “Well maybe just a little,” she replied.
“Really?” He growled, rolling her beneath him.
Epilogue
“Do I look okay?” Danny stared nervously into the mirror in the bridal chamber of the university’s quaint chapel.
Gloria chuckled. “You look exquisite! And you know it.”
Danny adjusted the sheer veil lightly covering her long hair. She’d decided to wear it down today, knowing how much Gabe liked it that way. Her hands shook with the effort. She still couldn’t believe everything that had happened in such a short time. When she’d logged back onto the BACK-OFF Bikes chat room and told all her friends the news of her upcoming wedding, they’d all been thrilled, and she really hoped her story could inspire someone the way theirs had inspired her.
She turned to Gloria and eyed her perceptively. There was definitely something going on with her best friend, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. She was forever checking her hair and touching up her makeup. And she kept disappearing for several days at a time. If she didn’t know better, Danny would swear she was having an affair, but she couldn’t think of who in the world it might be.
A light tap at the door drew her from her musings. Smokey stuck his shaggy, sweet head in the door and winked at them. “You ladies ready?”
Danny nodded nervously. Turning to Gloria, she noticed an odd look in her eyes and a deep blush staining her friend’s high cheekbones. No! It couldn’t be, not Gloria and Smokey. He was old enough to be her father. But the evidence was there. Her gaze traveled back and forth between the pair, and she noted that they each refused to meet the other’s eyes. Yep, there was definitely something going on.
The first strains of music left her no further time to contemplate this new discovery, and as Smokey led her down the aisle toward her soon-to-be husband, all other thoughts disappeared. There was only Gabe and his warm, sexy smile, commanding personality, and big heart. The cold, cynical look was gone from his beautiful blue eyes, replaced by all the love and passion he felt for his soon-to-be wife.
* * * *
Later, Gabe held Danny close as they danced at their wedding reception. Pressing a kiss to the top of her head, he couldn’t help the silly smile that had permanently taken over his face. “I love you, Mrs. Cavanaugh.”
“I love you too, Mr. Cavanaugh,” she replied, smiling at him. Catching a movement out of the corner of her eye, she saw Gloria and Smokey dancing together. “You know how you couldn’t get a hold of your dad last weekend?”
“Yeah.” Gabe shrugged. “I wonder what the old man was up to.”
“And I couldn’t get in touch with Gloria either,” Danny continued, her lips quirking mischievously.
“Yeah.” He gave her a questioning look. She grinned when realization dawned on his face. “No!”
“Look at them.”
Turning slightly they could see his father holding their friend just a little closer than necessary, and damned if Gloria wasn’t flirting outrageously with him, batting her eyes and pouting her lips.
“Well, I’ll be damned!” His voice cracked with disbelief.
“You okay with that?” Danny asked, concerned. She knew how much he loved and missed his mother.
He seemed to consider this for a long moment. “Yeah, I guess I am. But damn, the old lech. You wait till I get a hold of him.”
“Yes, and Gloria is our friend. It’s up to us to look out for her.”
“Most definitely, but I think it can wait, don’t you?”
“For?”
“Us to get back from our honeymoon.”
“Well, you do have a point, and they are adults after all.”
“You ready to go? There’s a big bed waiting for us in the honeymoon suite of the bed-and-breakfast we’re booked at.”
“Silly, we still have to cut the cake and toss the bouquet.”
“Well, cut the damn cake, and throw the bouquet at Gloria, so we can get out of here. We’ve got a busy evening ahead of us, Mrs. Cavanaugh.”
“Well, when you put it that way,” she replied with a raised eyebrow, knowing that life with Gabe would always be full of love and surprises.
What more could any girl want?
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Grae McTavish has always had a very active imagination that sometimes got her into trouble growing up. As a voracious reader, the natural progression was to put that imagination into writing.
Growing up around bikers, it was impossible to resi
st adding some of the rowdiness into her writing as well.
She is married to her own sexy biker who inspires her wicked imagination every day. Her two wonderful children keep her rounded and grounded and make her life complete.
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