The Gideon Affair

by Halliday, Suzanne

  When he’d fit the fat head of his cock to her opening, they’d both gasped. It was time. With more finesse than he ever imagined he possessed, Edward had flexed his hips and began the long, slow, wet slide inside her body. It wasn’t easy. He was big; he didn’t say that with any kind of arrogance, and she, although fantastically toned and fit, was small boned and a thousand times more delicate than her demeanor implied.

  But her need had been great, demanding more until she’d taken all of him. Fully seated in her tight, wet heat, he’d grunted, she’d moaned, and time had stood still. Her legs had gone around his hips and she’d reached for him, drawing him down until his full weight pressed her into the bed.

  “Are you okay?” he’d asked. She couldn’t speak words so her body had answered the question, her inner muscles squeezing his cock until a deep groan broke free from his throat. And then he’d made love to her like his world depended on it and nothing would ever be the same after.

  There were several well-used condoms in the trashcan, and he could feel the scratchy evidence of a tear off pouch under his butt. She’d bitched that protection wasn’t necessary. Something about the pill, being cursed with her mother’s uterus, and acting like a shrew every month. Nothing he understood, but he was having none of that shit anyway. The selfish orgasm chasing asshole who must live inside every guy had been ready and eager to concede, but this was Paige. Though 99.999 percent certain he was clean, without a doctor confirming that last miniscule percent, he’d never put her in jeopardy that way.

  The woman with her back curved into this body mumbled softly and repositioned. My god, she was his. In short order, his heart did a little tap dance, he made up his mind about what came next, and then carefully wrapped an arm around her middle and pulled her close. His last thought before dozing off was that he loved Paige Turner. Him. Edward Banning. Right that second, he didn’t give a double-horned fart in church about Gideon Shaw.

  She was not a sudden waker-upper, having always envied those people who opened their eyes, stretched, and rolled out of bed singing a happy tune. Being so wide-awake and cheerful first thing in the morning was unnatural as far as she was concerned. Most of the time, she just wanted to smack the shiny, happy morning people. They annoyed the fuck out of her.

  Nope. Far as she was concerned, the slow setting was the way to go. Drift away from the dream world gradually and take her good, sweet time waking up.

  Mmm. She was quite comfy wrapped in a cocoon of warmth that felt wonderful. Snuggling deeper into the soft pillow, her cheek moved across the smooth case and she sighed. These sheets are nice …

  Wriggling slightly, Paige flexed her spine and lowered a bent knee, as a stretch started to move through her.

  Ugh. What was that? Her thighs scraped together as she straightened, and a hot tingle shook her further awake. Oww …

  And then she felt it. A hard, warm hulk of flesh pressed against her back. Edward. With that one realization, a flood of visuals erupted in her brain, flashbacks to their incendiary lovemaking.

  Her eyes cranked open cautiously. Relieved that the curtains blocking a bright and sunny Southern California day were closed tight and allowed just a sliver of sunshine at the edges, she waited for her sleep-filled vision to clear and tried to assimilate all that had happened.

  Up until last night, she’d been a card-carrying doubter when it came to boastful accounts of hot sex and wild tales of endless orgasms. Always sounded like just a crap-ton of good PR to her. After all, sex was the single, hands down tournament champion and forever winner when it came to selling anything … real or imagined.

  Funny how one man and an erotic jump to light speed in a relationship that had been a long time coming could change all that. Now, she had her own X-rated stories. Not that she’d ever share stuff like that. Well, maybe with Patsy. A little bit, anyway. But the point was, Edward Banning was her lover, and oh, my fucking god. The man had worn her out with his stamina. The only reason they’d stopped was because she couldn’t take any more.

  And now here they were, the morning after, with him curled around her, his breath hot on her neck, and a hand possessively splayed on her abdomen.

  Oh, my.

  Trying not to disturb him just yet, she lay quietly and did a mental, full-body diagnostic. With each small movement, Paige was conspicuously aware that after an extended celibate phase, their bedroom romp had made her susceptible to a sore hoo-ha and some serious beard burns in a few weird places. Like between her legs.

  A shower was definitely in order because, right before she’d collapsed, their lovemaking had ended in a particularly meaningful moment. She’d been facedown and bottom up as he’d pounded her from behind. But instead of coming inside her, they were using condoms, so really—what was the point, he’d released on the skin of her ass. Another first for her that, as icky as it sounded, was a blatant marking—a reminder of his possession. Just thinking about it made her want more.

  She had tucked one of her hands under her cheek while the other rested on top of the covers. She glanced at her hand and stopped. There were streaks of blood on her fingers that must have happened when she’d lost control and tore up Edward’s back in the process.

  She drew blood … that was her only thought.

  Her handsome lover. As inconceivable as such a thing was just weeks ago as she replayed their memorable mating, she enjoyed the tantalizing presence of some morning wood pressed to her ass. Suddenly, she was feeling like an energetic morning ride to wipe the cobwebs from her brain.

  Almost like their thoughts were connected, the fingers flattened on her belly slid upward to cup a breast, and his lips moved to her shoulder.

  She … just … melted.

  “Mornin’, love.” His mouth was so close to her skin that she felt the words as he spoke, which triggered a delicious tingle that was bound to end up pooling between her legs. “You smell of me,” he added with a gentle squeeze of her tit.

  Yeah, she just bet she did. The man was insatiable and had claimed her so many times in so many ways that she’d lost track. Just before passing out, he’d told her in the most loving and slightly lewd terms how very much she pleased him. She’d tried to tell him the same, but words had been a struggle. His scent was everywhere … on her and inside her.

  Paige wiggled her ass against his groin. She was biting her lip in an attempt not to beg. The shower would have to wait. First, she wanted to make them hot, sweaty, and drenched in liquid sex.

  The ass wiggle got the skin of her back a sharp nip and a bolder grip on the boob he’d claimed. “I said, good morning.”

  She giggled. No. For real. A silly, foolish giggle. Reaching up, she put her hand on the back of his head, flexed her fingers in his hair, and shimmied wickedly against his groin just for shits ‘n grins.

  “I hate mornings,” she grumbled, but the smile on her face was evident in her voice.

  He was actively nibbling on her neck and fondling her breasts when he murmured in a husky, lust-filled way, “Maybe I can change your mind about mornings.” The insistent surge of his hips that ground his shaft into her was a nice touch.

  “Well,” she opined before a beleaguered huff that was supposed to convey some tongue-in-cheek annoyance, “you’re welcome to try, I suppose.”

  His lips were doing crazy things to her shoulder. One minute, she felt kisses. The next, she was being tongue bathed with long, sensuous licks that tested her composure. And then there was the nipping. And the biting. Lord, she loved feeling his teeth working her flesh. The silent wince she made when her nipples stood at attention as he deftly rolled and tugged at them was a stark reminder of the havoc his teeth had brought to her body. With her bold encouragement.

  “I have a question for you first.”

  Argh. Really? She hated a pop quiz before she’d brushed her teeth or had coffee. “What?” she snapped.

  At her snarky tone, Edward shifted position and rolled atop her, effectively pinning her body, helplessly, to the b
ed. With a leer that made her instantly and embarrassingly wet, he drawled, “I’d have thought that mouth of yours would need a break this morning.” His meaningful stare stole her breath. “After all, I seem to recall those lips and that tongue getting quite a workout. Your throat, too, for that matter.”

  Oh no, he didn’t! Paige smirked at his wicked reminder and followed up with a mocking pout. “A true gentleman doesn’t rub a real lady’s nose in what was some shared wanton behavior.”

  Warmth filled his soft chuckle. “Yeah … about that.” He paused, pushing his knees wide and forcing her to spread her legs to accommodate his size. “We covered that whole making love thing pretty thoroughly, right?”

  She smiled and ruffled his hair. “Actually, Banning, I think we found a new definition for it.”

  His grin lit up the curtained room. “Good,” he barked gleefully, “so you can leave all that lady and her gentleman crap at the door. Time to get down and dirty, babe.”

  God, he was awesome. “Oh,” she quipped with an eye roll, “so helping me like mornings involves …”

  “Fucking!” he crowed. The only thing missing was some more chest thumping ‘cause that had worked so well last night.

  “Ah-hahaaaa. Fucking is it then, hmm?"

  He eagerly shook his head and waggled his eyebrows at her. “Every day should start with some heavy breathing and a good pounding.”

  He had no idea! He might be way bigger than she was and have a lot more muscle, but the power of surprise was on her side when she shoved upward with her hands and bucked him off in one smooth move. Hmm, that went better than expected. Off guard and unbalanced, it was easy to push him over to his back. Before he realized the precariousness of his position because, after all, his generous shaft rising proudly from his body was a temptation she didn’t have the will to ignore, Paige had the upper hand.

  “So that’s the way it is, hmm?” Edward bucked upwards, seeking.

  Leaning over him, her hair making a private space just for them, it seemed perfectly natural to take his wrists in the firmest grip she could manage and haul his arms above their heads. That got his undivided attention … fast.

  Kissing him sweetly at first, it didn’t take long for her tongue to explore every inch of his mouth. The sound of his ragged breathing brought her back to Earth.

  “This is how it’s going to go,” she murmured between rapid-fire kisses to his chest. That he played along was thrilling because she knew he could overpower her hold on him in two seconds. She liked that he wasn’t so Alpha-beastly that he couldn’t let her be in control.

  Did she also know that he was simply biding his time? Eventually, she’d not only give in but also beg him to take over, so I suppose that made him a smart guy.

  His eyes were burning with lusty hunger. A part of her needed to satisfy that desire and she knew a pretty good way to try.

  “You’re going to stay put, right where you are. Then I’m going to drop a handful of quarters into the Bucking Bull ride.”

  He snickered. “Will this be a cold start ride or is there some warm-up?”

  “Well, darlin’ … you mentioned down and dirty, and since my aim is to please, that’s exactly what you’ll get. Of course, if that’s too much for you,” she simpered with a naughty wetting of her lips, “I can just lay here and you can do your thing instead.”

  “Ha, ha, ha!” Edward’s endearing whoop hit her senses like a starting gun.

  “Think I’m funny, do you?” She maneuvered into a perfect straddle position. With a look of smug triumph, she eased onto his staff, found the perfect angle, and then slammed downward with a soft grunt. “Who’s laughing now?” she grated out.

  Making a point was all well and good, but holy mother of you-know-who; the fullness of his manhood sliding deep shook Paige to her core. Maybe because she was tender from the previous night, the exquisite friction as she pumped her hips up and down on his truly magnificent cock started a tingling along her spine that rocked her.

  Letting go of his hands, she stroked his muscled torso, tweaking his nipples, and scraping her fingernails from chin to belly button.

  He grunted, and for a moment, his head rolled back and forth. “Hey,” he growled. “Does staying put include not moving?”

  It hadn’t taken long to get fuzzy. Desire, arousal, and pleasure had a way of robbing the most eloquent speaker of sensible words.

  “Unf. Moving optional—not required.”

  “Good.” He kept his arms up but dug his heels into the mattress, widening his legs, which meant she had to as well. Then he broke into a mind-blowing motion that had him thrusting upward—hard—on each of her downward strokes. Their bodies met in the middle, slamming together with such force that they each answered with an earthy grunt.

  An aching tightness grew inside her as the bedroom filled with the sounds of their robust fucking. How could it be any better than this?

  Throwing her head back with abandon, she let out a keening moan, put her hands on her boobs, and balls-out went on the ride of her life.

  He watched her face and knew when she started to fall behind. Hot, sticky pleasure poured from her body. The squeezing of his cock with her inner muscles became involuntary. Sexual tension turned to desperation. She didn’t have much more to give.

  The soft cry she made sounded miles away as her brain started melting. “Edward, please.”

  The second the words were out of her mouth, his hands grabbed her waist so she no longer had control.

  “You will hold absolutely still. I mean it,” he commanded, his fingers digging into her flesh.

  She grabbed onto his shoulders in order to remain upright, shuddering with desire as she sat impaled on his hard shaft.

  “Do you like that, baby? My big cock deep inside you?”

  “Ahhh.” That was all she had.

  He smacked her butt, which made her pussy clench. Oh, the devil.

  Then he did something that there were no words to explain. His knees pulled up and his feet dug in as he slowly lifted his midsection until her knees left the bed and she was dangling. His shaft was so deep she started to tremble and whimper from the sensation. His muscle control was as impressive as his cock.

  She came in a rush, her hips wildly jerking as the spasms left her senseless. “That’s my good girl,” Edward purred. “Come all over my cock. Make it wet and slick so I can fuck you the way you need.”

  What? There was more? Blinding convulsions overtook her body. She did more than come, crying, “Oh god, Edward,” over and over until there was nothing.

  As she drifted, shaking uncontrollably while the spasms slowly calmed, he rolled them and framed her face with his hands.

  “Now, we fuck, my beautiful lady, and you will come again because you won’t be able to help it.”

  Her mouth opened, but nothing sounding like words formed. Mostly, she moaned.

  When he levered back, grabbed her legs, and put them over his shoulders, shit got serious in a hurry. Her insides clenched. He went deeper. She closed her eyes and arched. He grunted.

  “Fuck,” Edward roared as all pretense of control eluded both of them. Bucking wildly, he hammered home with blazing ferocity. The sound of their bodies slamming together punctuated each thrust.

  Impossibly, another orgasm began building only this one threatened to shatter Paige into a million pieces. Flailing blindly, she touched his face; he kissed her fingers, tonguing the palm of her hand.

  “How do you like mornings now?”

  His thrusts got harder and deeper, fast then slow. Her body felt like she was free falling.

  “Now, Paige. Come with me now, sweetheart.”

  The dam broke. Every muscle went berserk. Her neck corded from the exquisite tension and mind-blowing release. She screamed or maybe she whimpered. Two sides of the same coin. He was hoarsely crying out her name while his powerful hips jerked wildly as he came inside her.

  A filmy darkness wrapped around her. The last thing her mind proce
ssed was the sound of his voice calling out to her and the sensation of her body’s honeyed response.

  “I’m afraid to turn my phone on.”

  Not a feeling he couldn’t understand. They’d deliberately switched off last night, so the Hollywood thing didn’t overtake the evening. At the time, neither of them had anticipated that the temporary disconnect would last overnight and drag on well into the next morning.

  Paige was sitting on his lap at the table while they picked at a fruit bowl and made out like horny high school kids. It was ten thirty and they were just getting around to joining the human race, courtesy of an off-the-hook morning fuckfest that went from his bed, to the shower, and ended in the dressing room with his dick in her mouth. She’d licked her lips like a well-fed cat afterward, saucily declaring, “Protein for breakfast.”

  He was enjoying the private bubble they were in and was dragging his feet about letting the world intrude.

  He popped a red grape into her mouth. “Mmm. Yum. Anyway, maybe I should have called Carolyn last night. What do you think? Is it too late?”

  Oh, it was most definitely too late. By now, she’d placed the bait and cell phones were lighting up all over town. “Mickey’s got her under control. She jumped at the chance to impress the old fuck.”

  She quieted and sat in deep thought. “Think we should call our parents?”

  Their folks would be contacted in due time, but there was something else they needed to deal with first. Something he’d decided on at daybreak that only became more important as the morning wore on.

  “We’ll do all that later. There’s something we need to talk about before any phone calls are made.”

  She looked at him quizzically. Probably because he made that statement sound like a call to DEFCON 3.

  “Come on,” he said, rising from his seat and placing her on the floor. Taking her hand, he led them into his study and got her comfortable on the loveseat. On a deep breath, he paused a nanosecond to consider what he was doing. Mind made up,he kissed her forehead, said, “Hang on a sec,” and strode from the room.