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

by K. L. Shandwick

  From past experiences, I knew that my fans could get a little, or a lot crazy. And, some had pretty fucked up fantasies, mainly that if only I could spend time with a particular girl they all hoped I’d learn that she was ‘the one.’

  Jerry ushered us into the elevator after making sure it was clear of fans and the three of us rode up to our suite in silence. Johnny was already at the hotel, and was waiting outside when we arrived on our floor. Walking ahead of us, Johnny led us down the narrow red carpeted corridor, until he arrived at the double doors of the penthouse suite. Swiping the key card and pushed the door open to our room, then handed me one.

  Being with Chloe the day before had made me want to be a better person. The sex hadn’t been perfect, because I’d had to hold back all my crazy pent up feelings about her. The last thing I had wanted to do was scare her, and I could tell she hadn’t been very adventurous and didn’t have a great deal of experience before.

  Circumstances around our first time had made me feel annoyed that I had moved in on her despite what had gone on before, but I’d had little control after waiting all those years to explore the possibility of real relationship with her.

  Feeling her in my arms and finally touching her amazing warm, satiny skin was an incredible feeling. Chloe showed me her strong side because despite everything that had happened that day before we’d got down to it, she had taken the lead.

  That must have taken her a lot of guts, especially because she was recovering from a shitty relationship and she knew all about my reputation. All things considered, I had thought we definitely had a lot of potential.

  Oh, but fuck, could she give head! That part had been perfect and despite everything there was still a great connection between us. She never even blinked at the fact I had an apa and I wondered if her ex had been pierced when she made no comment.

  In my mind there was definitely going to be a next time and the one after that featuring in my plans, because I really wanted to get to know her and explore the chemistry going on between us. My thoughts about us were that there could very well be some very explosive sex in the mix.

  Understanding was what I felt Chloe needed and I hoped I could help her with that. Not to forget her past, but to live with it. Maybe if I did that for her, she’d concentrate on what was going on between us.

  Like all the other penthouses across the world, the one at this hotel had the standard luxurious soft furnishings and heavy drapes with huge tie backs and fancy window dressings. The neutral cream colored deep pile carpet and velvet furniture and shiny walnut hardwood end tables were obviously expensive. For me though, they all looked the same. The only thing that ever changed was the direction of the bedroom and the bed.

  Funny how those rooms used to intimidate me, yet it was only décor, but when I glanced at Chloe standing over by a console table with a huge display of fresh flowers, I could see that’s exactly what was going on with her as well.

  Chloe was wearing a soft, loose, electric blue sleeveless silk blouse and a mid-thigh length straight skirt and stiletto shoes. Height-wise her head fitted perfectly into my neck. Her soft golden silky blonde hair was to die for and smelled so incredible that I seemed to inhale involuntarily every time I came into contact with her.

  Looking younger than her age, she seemed tiny standing next to the massive flower display and large gold gilt edged mirror. She had one arm across her waist hugging herself was biting her lip. My instinct was to go and hug her to make her feel safe.

  Taking her in my arms, she was tense again, struggling to deal with whatever was going on with her thoughts. “Chloe, despite what you think, I really want you here with me.” As soon as I spoke, I felt her body sag against mine and she relaxed into my arms so I kept going, but my dick grew hard and strained against the buttons of my jeans, and I tried my best to ignore it and focus on her.

  “This isn’t a chore for me being with you, Chloe. It feels effortless most of the time.” Chloe leaned back and stared up at me.

  “When I’m not drowning, crying or having a meltdown you mean?”

  Delivered with a straight face, Chloe’s irony cracked me up and I began to laugh loudly. “Oh honey, those were the most effortless moments of the whole deal. I love the fact that you did what you thought you had to do to get my attention.”

  Chloe’s lips curved into her gorgeous smile as she gave me a small infectious chuckle. Her smile lit up her eyes and I couldn’t help but dip my head and kiss her softly on her lips. Both of our smiles dropped as we gazed into each other’s eyes, which soon became an intense stare. I’d never seen her look as beautiful as she did at that moment.

  Nothing could have stopped me from kissing her again and when I did I couldn’t hold back my desire any longer. As soon as my tongue penetrated her mouth and hers began to play with mine, the passion I’d been reigning in began to unleash.

  Holding her even closer, my hands snuck under her blouse and skimmed over the smooth skin on her back. We both erupted in goose bumps and still kissing her hungrily, I dipped slightly and lifted her up into my arms, briefly breaking the kiss. Chloe’s arms encircled my head and her mouth found mine again.

  Confident that she wanted me as much as I wanted her, I walked her over toward the super king bed and gently lowered her onto her back. As soon as her head hit the pillow, I lowered myself fully onto her my lower body lying heavily against hers, but taking my upper body weight on my elbows. When I did, I couldn’t resist grinding my hard, aching dick against her pubic bone.

  Chloe sighed softly against my neck and gave me the sweetest moan I’d ever heard. That sound unleashed all of the pent up feelings about her I’d been trying to keep a wrap on. Lust and want flooded my veins and my desire to have her overwhelmed me.

  Looking into Chloe’s eyes, they were cloudy with lust as well, her sclera turning from pure white to having that pink tinge that said she wanted more than we were doing.

  Suddenly our hands were all over each other. Rolling us on our sides, our hands ran through each other’s hair, mine clasping hers against her neck, pulling her face nearer to me and taking her mouth in a hungry passionate kiss. I was in danger of losing control so I pulled back and paused to look at her.

  Her lips were already bruised from our passionate kiss and her breasts were heaving because our kiss had left her breathless. “Are you okay, Chloe?” Chloe stared at me, then smirked and nodded, her face a little flushed with how much she had been letting herself go as well.

  Taking the hem of her blouse in my hands, I began to tug it up and she surprised me when she sat up for me to remove it. Discarding it on the floor, my hands slid up to cup her breasts as she rolled onto her back. All of that seemed to become one fluid movement in my mind. It probably wasn’t like that at all but that’s how it felt.

  At the same time, Chloe fisted a bunch of my t-shirt and began to haul it up my back, silently telling me she didn’t want the material barrier between us either. Quickly removing it for her, Chloe’s hands ran over my back and around to my ribs and the sensation made me shudder. Her touch was electric and I could feel pre-cum escape from my aching dick that was pressing hard against my soaked boxer briefs.

  Within seconds we were naked, her tugging at my belt buckle and me ripping her lacy panties, then suddenly she was atop me sixty- nine position with my head buried between her legs and my dick in her mouth. Chloe was stroking and sucking my dick, making soft moans and slurping noises with her mouth, and my tongue was lapping, around her pussy like a man dying of thirst.

  “Fuck me, Gibson.” I stopped dead, thinking my mind made it up that she’d just said that to me, but then she said it again. “Please fuck me, Gibson.” Believe me, it registered the second time.

  Flipping Chloe onto her back, I held myself back for a moment, delivering warm wet kisses all over her neck and breasts, but Chloe was wriggling and her wet heat was hard to ignore as she’d wrapped herself around one of my legs and was leaving a trail of her sweet juice all over it.r />
  “You know when I get inside you this time I’m not going to be able to be as gentle as the last?”

  Chloe smiled sexily at me, her eyes hinting at the promise of her own sinful thoughts and laughed softly. “I’m banking on that.”

  Damn, those words made me desperate to have her. Lifting her thigh over my arm, I spread her legs wide with the other hand and leaned forward to kiss her. “Hang on, Chloe, I intend to enjoy every single second of being inside your body. You showed me your version of star gazing darlin’ it’s my turn to show you mine.”

  Yeah, I know it sounded corny. I was joking with her, wanting to ease any last tension she was having right out of her body before I put it right back there for her, but mine was going to be sexual.

  Lining my dick up I drew my fingers down her entrance again, and feeling them get coated in her slick sweet clear nectar, I knew we were on. Drawing one finger over her lips I bent in and kissed her hard, letting her taste herself on me.

  Pulling away slightly, I rested my forehead on hers and stared deeply into her eyes. She held my gaze intensely as I began to slide my dick slowly inside her. Chloe’s eyes initially widened, as did mine I think, she was so fucking tight but she was dripping wet, so I pushed myself balls deep and stayed still for a moment.

  Chloe swallowed hard and I kissed her mouth passionately then bent to take a breast in my mouth. A soft moan and a long sigh escaped from her lips and I growled deeply. I was so turned on I was fighting not to just take her as hard and fast as I could.

  Sucking her nipple a few times, I felt her pussy clench back, pulsing and squeezing my dick tightly, telling me what I was doing was affecting her to her core. Glancing up at her face, she smiled down at me and I knew she really wanted whatever I was about to give her, so I began to fuck her. Hard.

  Pure passion and desire was poured out in that bed toward her. Nothing tame or caring in what I was doing. I just showed her my pure unadulterated lust for her and she took everything I could give her.

  Changing position several times, Chloe came over and over, soft moans and smiles, soft laughs and it was clear she was handling my vigorous pounding of her sweet pussy and loving every minute of it. “Oh Gibson, you feel so good…right there… don’t stop.”

  Two hours later, we’d both had a very vigorous workout resulting in countless orgasms for her and three of my own. We lay breathless and panting, soaked in sweat, and she started laughing loudly. I’d licked, sucked and fucked about every inch of her and her me and I was already desperate for more of her.

  Smoking wasn’t the word for the chemistry between us it was more like a fucking forest fire. She must have been sore, because the end of my dick was raw. All that she’d been through and she reacted to me like that. Damn.

  I nearly choked at how free she was during our session. Surprised by that after the history she had. Nails scraping and clawing my back and the little wildcat bit my neck and gave me a hickey, which I never noticed until I was a few minutes from going on stage later that night. She had a couple of nips of her own but I still managed that part because I didn’t want to scare her by doing something she’d freak out about.

  The strangest thing about being with Chloe was there was no question about me doing a ‘done and run’ with her. Pulling her close, we lay quietly while I stroked her hair and her belly, cupped her breast and when she turned and laid her head on my chest and sighed heavily, it had been the best feeling in the world.

  I knew there was still all the shit with Kace to deal with, and I still had to get to the bottom of the feeling I had about her friend, Ruby. Tori was going to be a problem as well, I could see that already. Whatever was coming, my priority had to be trying to make Chloe trust me and give her the confidence, to make her resilient enough to deal with whatever we faced.

  CHAPTER 40—REARING UP

  Chloe

  Sitting in the tub thinking about what had happened between Gibson and me a couple of hours before had my head in a strange place. Something had shifted in the both of us—between the both of us. Feeling confused and elated, I remembered Ruby’s comment about sex being fun, then tried to reason what I’d just done with him and what it meant for me.

  There was no way I could say there was no emotion in what had happened between us. Not for me anyway. It was weird, Gibson had this reputation, yet I had placed more trust in him in the previous couple of days than I had in the whole time I’d been in my long-time relationship. What did that mean? Were my defences completely shot to hell after Kace?

  Climbing out of the bath was a slow process for me. I was feeling really tender after sex with Gibson. He hadn’t held back and he all but demolished me during that couple of hours. Although, instead of Gibson’s alpha-male-aura scaring me, he seemed to empower me sexually.

  Gibson’s strong handling and confident skill, along with his expert understanding of a woman’s body, gave me a sexual experience I could never have imagined was possible.

  Again, he’d confused me because of all the encounters I’d ever witnessed. I had been used to seeing Gibson thank the woman then disappear like some genie from a lamp. Yet, after sex with me, he stayed there hugging and caressing me. There was no hint he wanted to be anywhere else, but it was his room so he couldn’t exactly disappear from there either.

  A soft knock on the bathroom door, then Gibson strode in and sat on the toilet. “How are you feeling?” He was interested in how I was feeling? “Are you sore after…”

  I wondered why he was still being considerate toward me. What had happened had been my choice as well as his. “Yeah, I’m fine thanks, you?” Gibson smirked and shook his head.

  “Damn, Chloe my dick is tender. That’s a first.” I blushed pink and he stood up and bent over to place his hand on the back of my head, kissing me softly then straightened his stance again.

  “I’m going to have to head to the festival, Chloe. Stay here and take your time. Jerry is going to bring you when you are ready. I’ve punched his number in your cell phone, it’s on the night stand.”

  Without another word, Gibson walked through the door and a few moments later I heard the suite door latch click shut. Twenty minutes after that, I had dried my hair and pulled on some jeans and a figure hugging red top. It was dressy but not over the top. Stepping into my black Jimmy Choo Stilettos, I was as ready as I’d ever be to face the public with Gibson.

  While I stood quietly in the elevator, I had a chance to reflect on something that Gibson had said that made me scared and excited about what I was doing. I had taken a chance when I left Kace, and that chance in some weird way had led me to Gibson. And now I was taking another to be with him.

  We’d talked just before I went into the bath and decided we’d announce we were indeed a couple. Then he said something that my mind wouldn’t compute the consequences of.

  “Chloe, you are my last score… my fucking symphony.” Gibson smiled warmly and kissed my nose when he saw my puzzled face. “You don’t get that? A symphony is usually made up of four different elements that come together to make this amazing music, Chloe. A masterpiece. You bring warmth to my heart, fierce feelings to protect you, you make me horny and affectionate beyond reason and those four things bring light to my soul and make me happier than I’ve ever felt before.”

  Recalling his words brought a smile to my lips. When I stepped out of the elevator, Jerry was waiting and gave me a tight smile back as he strode toward me. It was then I became aware that the foyer was full of women and a tall, leggy, red headed girl wearing a t-shirt with Gibson’s face on it was running toward me.

  “Whore.” She spat. Reaching out, her hand barely skimmed my hair as she tried to grab it. Looking stunned for a second. I could hardly move as Jerry spun her away with one hand and ushered me at speed towards the door.

  Half running and half being dragged, my heart was beating wildly in my chest, pulsating in my neck and I was shocked at what had just happened. The reality of the situation I was in hit me and I was
scared that someone who never even knew me wanted to hurt me that badly.

  Flashes of Kace coming at me flitted through my mind and as Jerry secured me and started to drive I fought back tears and wondered again, what the hell I was doing there at all. Jerry was talking rapidly to me but I wasn’t taking anything in. It was all just noise, because the sound of blood swishing in my ears and my panicked state were preventing me from processing anything else that was going on.

  Jerry stopped the car and came into the back seat. “Jeez, Chloe, you need to toughen up, girl. That’s going to be a regular feature if you hang around the main man. Crazy chicks are hard core in this industry and if he’s boning you they won’t like it that much. You just gotta suck it up and deal, hon. It’s the way of the world.”

  Staring back at him, I was thinking it might be the way of Gibson’s world, but it hasn’t been mine. If being that close to danger was a regular event then it was doubtful that I could stay in that environment. I was just beginning to find myself again, and there was no way I wanted to be placed in a situation that meant I was going to be subjected to more violence by anyone.

  Still shaking by the time we arrived at the festival, I was petrified to get out of the car. Jerry was telling me how it was going to go and then suddenly the door was open and there were four burly security guys; two either side of me, arms outstretched, ushering me into the backstage area. There were a lot of people milling around, even although this was the artists entrance we’d driven into.

  Jerry caught up with me, explaining that Gibson also had fans who were celebrities so they weren’t taking any chances with me. That comment made me even more worried about being associated with Gibson Barclay.