“I don’t know what to do,” she whispered.
God, she was sweet. Yet the energy coming off her was wild and untamed. He guided her hands to his chest. “There’s nothing for you to do. Nothing except go with the flow.” He teased her nipples through the sheer fabric with soft, barely-there circles from his fingertips that made her arch for more. “If you get scared, get uncomfortable for any reason, you say ‘red.’ Okay?”
Her gaze shot to his, her pupils dilated to the point the black nearly consumed the blue. “A safe word.”
A low chuckle slipped from his chest, the fact that his little angel caught on to what he meant so quickly knocking her halo off-kilter. “I’m thinking maybe I need to have Knox show me a little of your browser history after all.” He tweaked her nipples, rolling them between his fingers.
Her eyes slid shut on a grated moan and her hips undulated as though she felt the touch between her legs.
“On second thought, how about you take me on a tour instead?” He peeled her bra straps over her shoulders. “Show me all the dirty sites that get you off.” He reached around her and flicked the clasp.
She gasped, the sound closer to relief than surprise.
Slowly, he eased the fabric away, her breasts full and tipped by nipples so hard they had to hurt. “Would you do that? Show me all your dirty secrets?”
“Zeke.” A plea. Simple and ragged. She coiled one hand around his neck and threaded the fingers of the other through the hair at the back of his head, urging his mouth toward her tits. “Can we hurry now?”
“Oh, no.” He licked one distended tip and blew across the slick path he’d left behind. “I want to explore just how naughty my girl really is.” He pulled away and grinned up at her, ghosting his fingertips up and down the sensitive stretch just below her belly button.
No way in hell was there a woman sexier than Gabrielle Parker in that moment. Eyelids heavy and languid, full, kissable lips slightly parted, and sexy blond hair falling soft around her face. She was totally in the moment, drifting on every touch and word. Damned if it didn’t make him feel like a fucking god.
He palmed her ass. “Something tells me you’re a very bad girl.” He smoothed his hands down the backs of her thighs then back up, gently warming her flesh. “You know what happens to bad girls, right?”
Her hips twitched and a tiny squeal passed her lips.
Oh, yeah. She knew. Knew and was eager for it. Ready and practically purring. He splayed one hand at the small of her back. “Bend over, sweetheart. Show me what you want.”
Her body trembled, but she folded herself over his lap without even a breath of hesitation.
“Hands straight out in front of you so I can see them.” He stroked one hand down her spine. “What’s the word I asked you to use, gatinha? What stops everything?”
“Red.” Quiet, but quick on her tongue.
“Good girl.” He dipped his fingers between her legs, smoothing his fingers over the delicate lace. It clung to her labia, the fabric soaked. “My girl’s wet.”
God, he could play with her for hours, just like this. Hell, even with his dick hard enough to bust out of his jeans, he wouldn’t forgo this moment. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of her thong and inched it down her ass. “Spread your legs, sweetheart.”
The sheer lace pooled on the floor, and damned if she didn’t lift her ass when she opened for him, baring a decadent, beautiful view of her sex.
“Oh, baby.” His mouth watered and his tongue practically danced for a taste of her slick folds. He rubbed her taut cheeks, prepping the creamy surface for the slap of his hand. “You should see what I see. Your ass turned up for me, your pink pussy swollen and ready for me.” He gave into temptation and slicked two fingers between the apex of her thighs. “You’re drenched.” Back and forth, he worked her, building her need higher and higher. “You want this bad, don’t you?”
“Yes.” Instant. Greedy.
He smacked one cheek before he could second guess himself.
She bucked beneath him and let out a startled cry. Her thighs clenched tight. “Zeke!”
“Uh, uh, uh.” He tapped the inner seam of her leg. “You’re not hiding that sweet pussy from me. Not now. Unless you want to use your word?”
“No.” Her body quivered, but she opened herself on a ragged exhale, even wider than before. “More.”
His cock jerked so hard his hips damn near lifted off the bed and his eyes rolled back far enough he could have given his own neuro exam. Jesus, God Almighty, she was perfect. A fucking dream. He swiped his fingers through the middle of her sex and over her clit. “Good girl.” He circled again and landed another swat. Then another. And another. Each strike targeted for a fresh patch of skin and interspersed with rewarding, yet demanding strokes through her slick folds.
With every smack, her hips rose in anticipation. She fisted the comforter in each hand, her head thrown back so her hair trailed in a wanton mess down her back. The ragged sounds coming out of her throat—Christ, he could come from those alone.
He plunged a finger inside her and she cried out.
“So good.” Pumping deep, he worked her core, adding a second finger before he pulled them free and swatted closer to her sex. “Love how pink your ass is.” Pump, pump, smack. “Lift for me more. Show me how bad you want it.”
She groaned and tossed her head, but did as he asked. Her pussy quivered around his fingers.
Smack. “Don’t you dare come. Not until my mouth is on you.” He could already taste it, her sweet cream coating his tongue and the back of his throat. Hell, her scent alone was enough to make a man want to live between her thighs. “You ready for that? Want to come in my mouth?”
“Yes!” She pushed back against his fingers, her whole body strung taut with the need for release.
Fuck it.
“Slide with me, gatinha.” He grabbed her hips and dropped back on the bed, lifting her so she straddled his mouth with her hands braced on either side of his hips. “I’m so eating this pussy.”
Oh, yeah. Sweet and thick, her hips eagerly grinding against his mouth. He palmed her inner thighs and spread them further, swiping his tongue against her swollen flesh. “Get my cock out.”
She fumbled with the buttons once, twice, then finally got a decent grip. A yank of the denim and a shove on his briefs and his cock was free, filling those quick, enthusiastic hands of hers. No one had ever worked his dick the way Gabe did. Not like it was a means to an end, but like she couldn’t wait to jack him off. Couldn’t wait to get her lips wrapped around his shaft.
Wet heat surrounded his cockhead, and he flexed into her mouth.
She hummed and tightened her fist at the base, taking him deeper as she stroked his length.
He’d never last. Not like this. And damned if he was finishing this without watching the look on her face when he shot inside her.
Holding her firm against his mouth, he speared his tongue inside her.
She lost her rhythm, her thighs bearing down on either side of his head.
He dipped one hand to her clit, circled it once, twice, then squeezed the swollen little nub.
Her cry rang out above him, her hips writhing against his mouth and sex pulsing her sweet release to his waiting tongue. Christ, he loved the taste of her. Loved the wild, unpretentious way she gave herself to him. No hesitation. No worry. Not in the bedroom. Outside of it, maybe. But here, it was raw, sensual goodness.
Her grip around his shaft tightened, the earnest strokes she started before, ramping back up again.
“Oh, no.” He swiped his tongue between her folds one last time. “I’m not done with you. Turn around.”
“But—”
He smacked her perfectly pink ass. “Get that ass turned. Gonna die if I don’t get my cock inside you.”
Either the swat, or the promise of riding him, got her moving, but her muscles shook from the mix of her release and adrenaline. She straddled his hips and braced one hand on his chest, the other gripping his shaft.
“That’s it.” He urged her knees wider, craving her slick, wet heat. “Guide me in.”
So beautiful. Her hair loose on either side of her face and her eyes still glazed and languid from her release. She notched the tip inside her entrance and her eyes slid closed on a whimper.
“God, yes.” He flexed upward, filling her in one solid thrust. This is where he needed to be. Right here. Connected just like this. Her scalding sex clutching his cock in a perfect vise. Hands down, the best thing he ever did in his life was prove he was clean so he could feel her skin to skin. So he could spill inside her. Mark her.
He powered deeper, holding her hips and rocking fast and hard into her sex. Her tits jiggled with each impact, the hard tips begging for attention. “Lean down here. Want those nipples in my mouth.”
“Zeke.” Her nails bit into his chest, the plea in her voice drawing his nuts up tight, ready to release.
“Now, baby. Wanna give it to you again before I come.”
She angled closer, dangling those tight pink points right in front of his mouth and lifting her hips for all he could give her.
He flicked his tongue against the peak. “Finger yourself. Do it hard so I can feel you on my cock.”
Her hand slid between them, her fingers dipping down to rub against his shaft.
He drew her nipple deep and sucked, pistoning against her willing sex.
“Zeke!”
“Fuck!”
Her pussy fisted around him, slow, merciless pulses milking his shaft. His cock jerked inside her, jetting his release deep inside her. Powerful. A God-damned miracle of sensation he felt all the way to the arches of his feet. Every time he thought things might even out between them, maybe find a leveling out place, she upped the ante. Drew him deeper and deeper until he couldn’t care less about surfacing.
He wrapped her up tight, her sweat-misted body trembling next to his and her cheek pressed directly above his hammering heart. “Love you, gatinha.” He threaded his fingers in her hair. “Love you so much.”
She froze inside his arms, even her breath halting.
“What?” He urged her head up so he could see her face. “What’s wrong?”
She lifted her head, an uncertainty stamped across her features that should absolutely not be there after what they’d just shared. “I just...” She swallowed hard, licked her lower lip, then smiled. It was shy and a little crooked, but it shot straight through his heart and anchored in his soul. “I love you, too.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Gabrielle loved him.
Ever since he’d put himself out there, Zeke had craved hearing those words. Puzzled over whether or not she’d ever feel safe enough to give them to him and how it might feel if she did.
Nothing compared to reality. Especially with her body naked against his, his come filling her and his dick still semihard inside her. Hell, the damned thing was already stirring for another round, ready to show its appreciation.
He cupped the side of her face and rolled his hips against her. “Say it again.”
She giggled, the sound as cute as the deeper flush spreading across her cheeks. “I love you, but you’re not taking me for another ride. Not yet. I’ve gotta ply Danny with cake and get answers before he disappears to wherever he said he had to go.” She leaned in close, pressed her perfect breasts against his chest, and rasped, “But if you want me to show you the alternate colors I bought on my shopping trip, I could model the rest tonight.”
Tonight.
Fuck.
Maybe not the perfect declaration of love after all. Perfect setting? Yeah. But the timing? Completely jacked. He rolled them to their sides and his cock slipped free of her wet heat. Damned if the lost connection didn’t feel ominous considering the circumstances. “I can’t. I gotta head out in a few hours. There’s something I need to do.” Something that could land him and the rest of his brothers in jail if they didn’t do things right.
She traced one finger down his sternum. “Let me guess. You guys are having one of your brotherhood powwow things.”
“Yeah.” Though not in the traditional sense. Not unless she considered breaking and entering traditional. He huffed out a frustrated breath and rolled to his back, keeping one arm hooked around her shoulders and her body tucked close to his side. Keeping their plans from her had never set right in his gut. Now it only felt worse.
She propped herself up next to him and splayed her tiny hand on his chest. “Hey, you okay?”
Man, wasn’t that a loaded question. Part of him was tickled shitless. Over the moon she’d finally taken a chance on him and tempted to ignore tonight altogether. The other part was getting its ass kicked by his conscience for not saying something to her sooner.
Her hair spilled over one shoulder, the afternoon sun slanting through the windows sparking off the honey color. He speared his fingers through it, savoring the slick, heavy strands. “I know what’s wrong with Danny.”
As soon as he said it, his brain scrambled for bullshit excuses to cover and backtrack. Pronouncements of love and steaming-hot sex aside, if she took things even a tiny bit the wrong way and went to the cops, she could really cause them problems tonight.
But this was who he was. His brothers and the way they lived were part of his life. If he didn’t show her all of who he was, could she really love all of him? “You ever think it’s strange how many Realtors you’ve got knocking on your front door?”
Her gaze slid sideways long enough to show she considered it then shrugged. “Not really. It’s been going on for a while now. At least three years.”
“Well, I did. Especially after the fire. So, I had Knox do some checking.”
She lifted her eyebrows in silent question.
“Turns out all the houses that have sold in this neighborhood have ended up in the hands of one real estate investment company. One that’s got top management with seriously shady backgrounds.”
“So?”
He sat up, leaning back against the headboard and pulling her in closer. “You heard Beck say he’d checked Mrs. Wallaby’s house after the break-in. If it had been some random hack wanting electronics or quick items to fence, they wouldn’t have bothered making a clean entry. Your neighbor’s house was absolutely clean. No theft. Not one thing out of place. No one was ever supposed to know her property had been breached. The only time that happens is when people are looking for something. Usually information.”
She sat back, a tiny pout pursing her kiss-swollen mouth. “You’re overexaggerating. Who’d want information from Mrs. Wallaby?”
“Someone who wanted to force her to sell.”
The pout morphed into a frown, but what he was saying still didn’t seem to click.
“Think about the fire,” he said. “You said yourself, Mr. Yates doesn’t cook. But when Beck scoped things out with the fire chief later that night, they said it looked like a kitchen fire. Didn’t you say he’d gotten up in the Realtors’ faces and told them he’d never sell?”
“So, what? You think this company is behind everything?”
“Gatinha, I don’t think you get how valuable the land your house is sitting on actually is. If a company cornered this neighborhood, they could make serious bank selling out to a big investor.”
She swallowed, a spark of comprehension finally registering behind her gaze. “Okay, so what’s that got to do with Danny?”
And here we go.
For a minute, he toyed with dodging the rest of it. Or at least stalling until after tonight. “After Knox dug into the investment company, I talked it over with Danny and the rest of my
brothers. Every one of us thinks the people who run this company are willing to do some risky shit to get their hands on your land. And by risky I mean willing to force you and everyone else that lives here out if you don’t play along. The problem is, Knox can’t nail down enough proof through data online.”
“Then tell the police. That’s what they’re there for.”
God, she was sweet. Pure and good and everything right with the world. He cupped the side of her face. “It’s not that simple. People in law enforcement have rules they have to follow. Processes they have to work within. They can’t just move on suspicion. My brothers and I can. We will. If we find out the company’s on the up-and-up, then we’ll step back and leave it be. Or at least take precautions to get them out of your hair every five minutes. If they’re not, we’ll package everything up with a shiny bow and hand it over to the cops. We’re not out to go vigilante on their ass. We’re just out to make sure the investment company doesn’t catch on to what we know until it’s too late.”
“Wait, what are you saying? Get information how?”
“We’re going in. Tonight. That’s what Danny’s focused on.”
“What!” She glared at him for all of a heartbeat then scrambled off the bed. “No. You can’t do this. He can’t do this. If you get caught, you’ll lose your license. Or worse.” She snatched her bra and panties off the floor. “And Danny...” She shook her head, her temper building steam as she yanked on her panties. “Jesus, you said you cared about him. Said you’d help him build his life, not fuck it up by breaking the law.” She jerked a T-shirt out of her dresser drawer and yanked it over her head. “Do you know what happens to people when they break the law? They go to jail. They lose their lives. They leave people behind.”
“Gabe!” He snatched her wrist and pulled her between his legs. “Gatinha, listen to me. Danny is my brother. Even if you weren’t in the picture, I’d do this for him because family has each other’s backs, but it isn’t just him. It’s you we’re talking about. My woman.”
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