Romance: Gibson's Legacy ( New Adult Contemporary Erotic Romance) (Last Score Book 1)

by K. L. Shandwick

  “No, Gibson. I don’t want to go back. I want to stay right here and finish what we started earlier. I’ve never taken a risk and always tried to do the right thing. This feels like the wrong thing-- to have sex with you… in my head I mean, but my body is telling me I’d be missing out on something pretty mind blowing. I’m hurting anyway, so if this is what I think it is, at least I’ll know what it is like for a man to really want my body.”

  So, the Gibson legacy had reared its ugly head again and I was faced with a woman I’d wanted for years who was now willing, but had already decided, probably because of the condoms, I just wanted to screw her like all the rest.

  Thinking I would cut my nose off to spite my face if I told her I wasn’t fucking her, I wasn’t stupid enough to go down that route. This was my chance to be able to show her that it was more than that between us, but there was no way I was going to be her consolation fuck either.

  She frustrated me to no end, but at least there was a reason why she was behaving how she was. Fear and hurt were all there. Now that she’d told me about her past, it was written all over her. How she held herself, how she tried to be invisible, how she blended rather than shone these days.

  “So that’s it? You want to have mindless sex with me, Chloe? For me to treat you like I treated all those other girls, you want me to fuck you like a rock star? You want me to throw you down on the floor and fuck you until you can’t see or walk straight and your pussy is aching sore for days, because I might like some rough sex? Is that what you want from me? Is that all that you want from me?”

  Chloe climbed off the bed and went into the bathroom while I swung around and sat on the edge of the bed nearest the bathroom door, waiting for her to come back. I thought I had struggled to contain my temper around her comments about how having sex with me would be wrong for her. If we were going to progress, I needed to change tactics because we were just about at the end of the road.

  Suddenly it dawned on me that she’d gone to make space between us. I’d scared her and now she was going to regress again. I was just about to get off of the bed to go after her when she walked back, wrapped in a towel.

  “I believe the tub will be full now and you wanted to watch the stars. Are you coming?” Fuck, with the feelings I had when she said she wanted to be in the tub with me, I may well have been near to doing just that.

  Chloe turned to look over her shoulder. “You better bring that box of condoms with you, I have a feeling we’ll find use for them.” Smirking, she turned and walked out the door with a confidence that confused me.

  Somewhere inside my heart cracked at the courage she was showing, because what she’d just done had to be a front, especially when I had seen how broken she was a few hours earlier. Fragile but courageous.

  With her clear expectations of me came the dilemma that if I didn’t fuck her because I wanted to show her this was more, she’d feel rejected. The conflict in my mind must have been similar to hers. Now I was feeling like I shouldn’t but was desperate to and she was telling me she wanted me to but for what reason?

  By the time I followed her out she was sitting in the tub, bubbles erupting around her collar bone, her hair in a messy knot that she’d tied with her own hair. Smiling sexily at me with genuine warmth, she asked, “Okay, rock star? Think you can be a regular guy for the next hour or so and sit watching the stars with me?”

  Drawing her hand out of the water, she beckoned me to get in beside her. As I stood on the steps she pointed at my swimmers and shook her head. “Umm...the swimmers need to go. This is a skinny dipping star-gazing session.”

  My carnal thoughts must have registered on my face because she gave me a naughty smile then undid, the knot, letting her hair drop before dipping her head back to wet it.

  I was focusing and thinking how hot the action of dropping her hair was when she arched her back and her breasts came out of the water as beads of water ran in little rivulets across them, the force of the jets making them bounce on the surface. As soon as I saw that, my palms were itching to hold them again.

  Shrugging myself out of my swimmers, I climbed gingerly into the tub beside her. My dick stood proud and I didn’t miss her eyes noting that. The steward, who had introduced himself a few times during the day, but whose name still escaped me, was lurking in the shadows. “Dude, come here.” I didn’t give him the chance to speak.

  “Crystal two glasses, lights off and cabin, understand?” He nodded and headed over to the bar, while I turned my attention to Chloe. “So teach me. What star groups are you going to show me?”

  Chloe snickered and leaned in a little. “You mean what constellations? Didn’t you do any astronomy in school, Gibson?”

  I shook my head, “Must have been during the time I was learning to play the drums.” Chloe turned her head and extended her neck so that her face was looking up at the sky and damn, I wanted to lick her neck so badly. The crew guy turned up with the champagne and killed the lights on his way back to the door leading to the cabins.

  When I glanced back at Chloe she was truly a vision of beauty, her moonlit skin, eyes wide, her naked frame so near me yet so far. I poured and handed the ivory colored champagne and leaned back.

  “You see that star there?” Chloe was pointing at the sky that was absolutely riddled with stars.

  “Yes…I’m sure I do.” Meeting her gaze, I couldn’t help but smirk. Well, I could see the funny side of it anyway. “Can we just look at them? Or is there going to be a test at the end?

  Chloe grinned and said, “Whatever you want, Gibson.”

  What I wanted was to kiss her, so I thought I’d shoot for that. “Anything I want?” Chloe’s face was a picture. She was excited but embarrassed and I could see she liked where this was going.

  “Sure, we have one day, Mr. Barclay. Tell me what you want. Say it.”

  Almost not believing what I heard, I asked her again and she told me to quit stalling and tell her what I wanted. So I did. This was not the same Chloe that I’d been dealing with in the cabin. This one was confident and assertive and much, much hotter.

  “Alright. I’ll tell you. What I want is you sitting astride me right here, right now. My dick buried deep between your legs in your fabulous little pussy. I want your ass in my hands, your teeth in my neck and your nails clawing my back while you ride me as if your life depended on it. Then…I want you to come screaming my name with your head thrown back in ecstasy. How does that sound?”

  “Do it.” Fuck two words, I supposed it was an improvement, which was my initial thought, and then I realized it was actually a command.

  Reaching over, I grasped her by her wrists and pulled her over to me through the water and she immediately straddled me. I couldn’t believe my luck and I was so fucking high from the feel of her warm satiny skin on mine.

  My hands skimmed the length of her back, my hands smoothing over and resting on the globes of her ass. Stroking, caressing, testing and teasing until the passion built between us, our hands and kisses becoming frantic with each other.

  Peppering kisses up her neck, my mouth rested near her ear and she rubbed her cheek against it. “Chloe, we... we need a …condom.” All the while I was trying to speak she was rubbing herself back and forth on my length and her body felt so fucking good in my hands I could hardly think.

  Grinding her pussy against my length again, Chloe moaned and nuzzled my neck taking the skin gently between her teeth. “Fuck, Chloe, what you’re doing to me… this…feeling is insane, I’m gonna lose control…condom.”

  “No! No condom. He never used a one. I want him erased from my body. I’m claiming it back right now. You want me, you take me bareback. I’ve never taken a risk in my life until now.”

  For me, I hadn’t had sex without a condom since I was sixteen. Being hooked on sex was one thing, but I was definitely scared enough of becoming a dad or having to visit a genital/urinary ward, not to use one until that moment.

  “You’re not going to regret that
after the fact? It is me, after all.” This time it was me that was quoting my own legacy to her. From the look on her face, she knew exactly what I was talking about. I wanted her to think about the chance she was about to take. Not that I was diseased. I was talking about her taking a risk with my reputation and history.

  Watching for any signs that she was being brave and not really committed to doing more, I was surprised to see her relaxed expression, wide lust-filled eyes and the way she was holding her head was definitely flirtatious.

  Chloe gave me the sexiest smile, smoothed her wet hands through my hair and took my face in her hands. “Gibson, what better way to rid my body of my past than to have mind blowing sex with a man I like, who is supposed to be quite an expert at it? You have shown me more tenderness in twenty four hours—one day, than I had in the past few years with the man that was supposed to love me. You want a condom put it on, but I’d really prefer to feel you inside me without one.”

  I was stunned by her reply, considering she’d seen me having sex with different girls. Closing the space between us, I kissed her hard, meeting her soft plump lips. Hot wet kisses, tongues swirling and dueling against one another’s. Our passion built again quickly until we were both incredibly horny and needing more.

  Chloe reached down and took my thick, hard dick in her hand and rising up on her toes positioned me at her entrance. Leaning forward, dipped her head to bury her face in my neck and began to lower herself onto me.

  CHAPTER 35 – DESERTED

  Chloe

  Telling myself it was then or never to reclaim my life back made me more determined to give myself that one night with Gibson and once I made that decision, I knew that I wasn’t going to do it half-heartedly. So what if I got my heart broken? It already had been broken once…how much more broken could it be?

  Thinking nothing could be worse than what I had lived through during that past year, I reasoned it was better to have that one time with someone like Gibson, than never to have known an intense sexual experience with someone that knew exactly what they were doing.

  Watching me intensely with a serious look on his face, Gibson gave me his full attention as I lowered myself onto him. Nerves were threatening to overtake what I was trying to do, and I was scared and excited at the same time.

  Making a deliberate decision rather than doing something spontaneously, I nudged the head of him inside my entrance, then swallowed hard I began to edge my way down his long thick length, my tight slick walls stretching to accommodate him.

  Feeling the burn when his thick dick stretched my walls and sunk deeper with every inch more of him was exquisite. At one point he readjusted and pushed himself further in, a little quicker than the pace I’d been setting, and my breath hitched in my throat. “Ohhh jeez.” I moaned and crouched forward, my head on his forehead, then sat up again. Gibson’s brows bunched in concern, his eyes ticking over my face for what to do next.

  With each inch deeper he was penetrating I could see changes in his posture and facial expression. When I saw his eyes roll and the way he tried to continue to focus back on me, I knew he was committing to the whole experience with me, not just using my body.

  I didn’t miss the way he bit his lip or the way his sculpted muscles pumped and relaxed as his body initially steeled then sagged in the water and his jaw dropped slightly when I took him inside me. Or the soft, “Ohh,” for that matter, that was like an exhale of relief to finally take me.

  Unsure what to expect, I was glad when Gibson held me firmly by the hips, undulating his groin slowly under me, but he allowed me to control the slow languishing way I was rocking on him. I needed that time to adjust, to accommodate his size and to give myself time to feel okay about what I was doing. Gibson instinctively had the patience to let me have that time.

  When he sank to the hilt, Gibson gave me a guttural groan and I could feel him in my abdomen. After a few minutes I relaxed and lost some of my inhibitions, then soon became lost in him. Gibson grasped my jaw and kissed me sensually, his tongue exploring my mouth in a restrained but hungry way that was making me quake.

  His hand slid from my hip to my breast and he squeezed it gently, but possessively at the same time. Breaking the kiss, he dipped his head to take my breast in his mouth, flicking my hard nipple then closed his mouth around the hard peak and teased it out with his teeth.

  Wired sensations ran throughout my body, taking little messages from one nerve ending to the next, making me lose rational thought until the only thing I could think about was the delicious way he was teasing my body to the brink of insane pleasure.

  Hands moved expertly over my body making me feel alive and with each movement he made he sent tiny electric shocks to my core, making my pussy clench and release and making me ride him all the more vigorously. Suddenly I could feel myself begin to tremble and Gibson clasped his arms around my body, holding me tightly. For the first time since we’d started, he became more active in our union.

  Initially, I almost freaked out because of the strength in his control, but when I came it was everything I understood I’d been missing… and none, of what I’d ever experienced before with Kace.

  Collapsing forward in my orgasm, my head fell on Gibson’s shoulder and I buried my face in his neck with my teeth nipping at his skin. Strong, sharp, clenching pulses of pure pleasure radiated from my core and sent tingles and tremors all the way down my legs and all the way up into my brain, giving me a light headed feeling.

  Screaming Gibson’s name was completely involuntary, but the thing that really affected me was how he had been able to make me feel completely safe by holding me like that while I was so vulnerable. It was like he instinctively knew what I needed him to do, even though I never knew what that was. Staring intensely at me after my orgasm, his eyes still sparkled with pure lust.

  Tears welled in my eyes. Not because I was upset, but because I felt it was a significant moment for me. As if it released me from some of the negative thoughts that I had about myself. Gibson pushed me away from him to look clearly at me, his expression at first was one of concern, but then it changed to one of understanding.

  Pulling me back into him, he closed the space between our faces and kissed me again very slowly. “I got you darlin’,” he whispered protectively as his lips met mine. His low, sexy, dominant tone made me shiver at how sensual he’d sounded and it made me believe, at least for that moment, that he did.

  Surprisingly, I’d been losing control again and grinding myself against him when Gibson broke the kiss. That time he exhaled heavily and held my hips still. When his lips curled up at me in a slow sexy smile, he murmured, “Slowly now darlin’… I want you to ride me slowly. I’ve waited a long time for this and I’m damned if it’s going to be over in a few minutes for us.”

  Water bubbled around us as we sat joined together in the dark, but I could still see his face, his eyes scrutinizing my expressions. Gazing back at him, I wanted to know exactly what he was thinking and then thought maybe I didn’t. I didn’t want anything to ruin our moment together. And I kept reminding myself that’s all it would it would ever be… a moment between us.

  Gibson Barclay was world famous, used to having any woman he wanted, any time he wanted. What was happening wasn’t a forever thing for him. It was all a fascination for him. What the hell was fascinating about me, I had no idea.

  Then I got to wondering how the hell this was happening at all. That extraordinary fluke that had brought us together again was a ridiculous chance event and what was happening now still felt like a dream. But I was already had a feeling I’d miss him when our time was over.

  It had been a hot day, and there was no release from that with nightfall. Humid night air and the heat from the water in the tub seemed to make our crazily hot scene even more intense.

  The moon light shone on areas of Gibson’s taut, shiny skin, highlighting some of the sculpted muscle groups on his arms, chest, and shoulders. Transfixed as I was by the definition on his stro
ng shoulders and biceps, he had me in awe.

  Gibson was a rock star in every sense of the word. Incredible to look at, attentive and caring— even if it was his charismatic way of getting laid— and charming too charming for someone like me. I consoled myself that his combination of attributes were impossible for any woman to resist.

  Powerful and strong, sexy and charismatic, Gibson was definitely someone that people could never ignore. Staring at him almost hurt because he mesmerized me and I knew that each time I looked at him it was one less look until I he was gone from me.

  Pushing aside the fact that I was leaving the next day, I stroked his lips with my finger. Gibson immediately took it in his mouth and sucked it hard. My pussy squeezed his dick, still deep inside me, and he grinned roguishly at me.

  Being uncertain at the beginning that night, I had tried to control the situation by taking the role of the dominant partner in the act. But I really wanted Gibson to take over, because I had no real clue how to please a man like him and mostly because I really needed him to show me that sex wasn’t just about men helping themselves to a woman’s body, the way Kace had done with me.

  Placing my mouth near Gibson’s ear I whispered softly, “Show me.” Gibson leaned away from me and stopped moving. He stared inquiringly at me in the moon-light, looking for a sign I hadn’t just asked him that.

  Gibson massaged his lips together, then moved in to kiss my lips softly before moving his mouth across my cheek to my ear. Gripping a small handful of my hair he asked, “Trust me?” His voice was raspy and low, almost a whisper, when he asked if I would submit my body to him to show me what sex was about.

  “Yes.” Instantly Gibson’s mouth trailed down my neck and the sensation was electric. Sliding his hand from the middle of my back down between the crease of my butt, his finger began to tease around the entrance of my ass.

  Soft moans escaped from the both of us and the effect he was having on me with his expert touch sent shivers all over my body. Shaking slightly, my body was humming in anticipation. But I was also feeling something new… fear. However, it was fear and excitement and I was wondering what I had just agreed to.