by Cerys du Lys
“I’m not going to be killed, Gabby. Believe me, I’ll always come home to you. But this job. It’s… I need it.” He sighed and kissed her softly.
The anger faded from her expression, leaving the confusion and hurt. “I don’t understand.”
How could he explain it to her? He couldn’t even explain it to himself, so explaining it to her would be impossible. “It just is.” He pushed a long strand of golden hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. She’d even taken the time to curl her hair into long ringlets, instead of pulling it back into a tight ponytail. His guilt over ruining what she had planned for the evening rivalled the physical pain he was enduring. The throbbing of his cock demanding he take relief in her, something he wasn’t even sure he’d be able to do properly, wasn’t helping matters.
“You look beautiful tonight.” His eyes slowly scanned up and down her body. “Incredibly sexy. I’m blown away.”
A wide smile broke out on her face and a hint of tears shone in her eyes, as her cheeks grew pink. “Thank you.” She looked down at herself. “You don’t think it’s a bit much?”
“Oh, hell no. You’re beautiful no matter what you wear, but right now, WOW!”
A full-out laugh erupted from her and her dark mood lifted. “I think you’re overstating a little bit, but I’ll take it. Are you hungry?”
He didn’t have to answer, his stomach answered for him, growling loudly.
“That would be a yes.” She slid from his lap and made her way over to the stove, as best she could in the boots. It was evident she didn’t spend much time in stiletto heels. He was actually taking pity on her, but at the same time… damn, they looked sexy. Roughly three inches separated the top of the boots from the short hem of the barely there dress.
She swiftly plated up their meal and brought his plate over to him first, accompanied by wine. “So it really looks good?” She did a slow 360-degree turn for him.
“It’s great for my eyes only. I think I’d have to insist you wear a really long trench coat over it if we were to go out somewhere.”
She rolled her eyes at him and giggled. “Oh stop.” Despite her protest, it was evident she loved the compliments.
He was serious, but he didn’t press it. Instead he grabbed his knife and fork and greedily dug into the meal before him.
~*~*~*~*~
Gabriella watched Colin undress. Each movement he made seemed painful, though it was evident he was trying to hide it. While she sympathized with him, a part of her was severely disappointed. Tonight was supposed to be “the night.” She’d been planning it for days. Looking forward to it.
“What’s wrong?” Now naked, Colin stretched out on the bed, his hands behind his head. Even with the vast array of nasty bruises, cuts and scars, he had an incredible body. She had to admit, the scars gave him a rugged, dangerously sexy look that was in contrast to his all-American boy-next-door good looks.
As if reading her mind, he motioned for her to come to the side of the bed. She did as requested, noticing that his shaft was beginning to thicken with each step she took.
“I know we’ve been moving slow.”
“Glacial slow,” she teased, coming to stand at the side of the bed and taking his hand.
He cringed, but grinned. “I’ve never been accused of that before.”
She lifted a brow at him, returning his smile. “No?”
“But, I’ve never been with anyone as important to me as you are either.”
She wasn’t sure what to say to that; she opted to say nothing.
“Now if you’re serious about pampering an injured man, then I think you should go over to the MP3 player, start some music and strip for me.”
She could feel her cheeks redden at his suggestion. She was hardly bashful about being naked around him; she didn’t have the “perfect” body, but she was confident that she looked good. But doing a strip tease? It was a little out of her comfort zone, she couldn’t see herself doing a sexy strip tease. Pathetically sad strip tease, sure. Clumsy, amateurish strip tease, you bet, but certainly not a sexy one.
He released her hand and waved her away. “Go on. Get to it. I’m an ailing man with a single, tiny request.”
Well, maybe I won’t do that bad, she told herself as she made her way across the room to the player, aware of his eyes taking in every second, and every movement she made. Despite her hesitation, she had to admit, the idea of him watching her and seeing her strip tease as sexy turned her on.
She started the pre-set selection of romantic and sultry music she already had planned for them. She didn’t turn back to him straight away, she took a moment to gather her rattled nerves. Why was she nervous? This was Colin, the man she loved…
Her body, mind and soul froze at the revelation. She had known she was on the way, she knew that in time she’d be there, but seeing him in pain, seeing just how dangerous his job was and that there was a possibility that there could be a time when he left and didn’t come back brought it home for her.
She. Loved. Him.
Chapter 14
“I’m losing wood over here, Gabby. This injured guy needs his strip tease.”
A soft smile touched her lips as a warm feeling came over her. She’d had crushes before, cared for other men before, but love? It wasn’t until that moment that she really knew what love was. But did he feel the same? Probably. Maybe. She didn’t know.
Best keep this to yourself Gabby, a voice in the back of her head warned. Wasn’t the rule to never say those words until the man said them first? She was better off keeping it to herself – for now.
“Gabby, are you okay?” There was a pause. “You don’t have to do it if you’re uncomfortable. It was just a –”
Gabriella turned the music up a little louder, blocking out his voice. With her back still to him, she piled her hair on top of her head, closed her eyes and allowed the music to take over her. Her body began to move, as if on its own, twisting and moving to the music.
She heard Colin clear his throat and move on the bed. Her confidence increased slightly. Yeah, she could do this. She reached behind her and slowly inched the zipper down her back, causing the bodice of her dress to loosen around her chest.
She slowly turned until she was facing him, releasing her hair, and allowing it to cascade around down her back. Gripping the front of the bodice to keep it from falling down, her eyes locked with his. Colin’s lust-filled eyes were glued to her, taking in every movement she made.
She spun back around so her back was facing him. He groaned a protest, but she ignored him. She allowed the bodice to fall away from her breasts. The dress bunched up at her waist. She hooked her thumbs into the dress and pushed it down over her hips. The garment slipped down and puddled at her feet.
A high-back wooden chair caught her eye so she sauntered over to it and pulled it close to the foot of the bed. Turning the chair so it was facing Colin she sat down, spread her legs and began to gyrate onto it.
“Oh yeah, Gabby. So beautiful.”
Her confidence rising by the second, she sat forward in the chair and reached behind her, undoing the clasp of her bra. Standing, her legs straddling the chair, she slowly slipped the bra straps from her shoulders. First one strap dropped, then the second, until all that was holding the garment over her breasts were her hands. Heat rushed through her body, igniting a pulsing between her legs.
“Amazing…”
Gabriella smiled and released the bra, allowing her breasts to spring free. She slipped her hands up over her body, slowly, seductively, until she reached her shoulders. Slipping her hands into her hair she bundled her locks onto her head as she placed a heeled boot onto the chair, spreading her hips wide as she began to move and grind, moving in rhythm with the music.
Colin’s body was becoming visibly tense and his hands, which had been resting behind his head, lowered; his right hand grasped his member and slowly stroked himself. The heat between her legs increased, and a wetness began to form between h
er legs, dampening her black lace panties.
“Come here,” Colin commanded.
Catching her lower lip between her teeth, she shook her head. Removing her leg from the chair, she spun back around so her back was to him. Hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, she bent over and slowly lowered them down over her ass and down her thighs. Releasing them, they dropped to the floor, leaving her naked with the exception of her boots.
“Oh my God, Gabby. So beautiful. I need you over here.”
She heard the desperation in his voice, savoured it. She was about to unzip the first boot when he stopped her.
“Keep them on. There’s ummmm –” He groaned softly.
She slowly straightened, her body continuing to move and grind to the music. She turned back around to see him sitting up in the bed, beckoning her over. She climbed onto the bed and straddled his waist. The fire and need for him was consuming her entire body. Grasping his shoulders she gently pushed him back against the mattress.
Taking care not to put too much of her weight on him, she ran her lips along the side of his neck. He groaned softly, his hands slipping to her bottom and gripping tightly, his fingers digging deeply into her flesh.
“Don’t overexert yourself. You’re the patient, let me take care of you.”
He chuckled. “I think I’m going to enjoy being taken care of.”
She grasped his cock and he inhaled sharply. She could feel the pre-cum gathering at the tip so she swiped it off with her thumb. Sitting back on him, she brought her thumb to her mouth and sucked it in, licking off the cum.
“Oh baby. You’re killing me.” His cock flexed against her wet pussy.
All she needed to do was position herself over him, and gently sink down. Oh, did she ever crave it. Grasping his dick she began to run it back and forth along her moist slit. Leaning back down over him, she began to string a line of delicate kisses up his chest, neck and then across his jaw until she reached his lips. She kissed him tenderly. There was a slightly metallic taste on his lips from his cut lip, but instead of turning her off, it reminded her of how strong and brave he was. He was in pain, but instead of staying the night in the hospital he came home to be with her, because he didn’t want to disappoint her again.
He was a good man, everything she’d ever dreamed of, and he was hers.
The passion within her increased, her stomach knotting and becoming nearly painful. She needed his beautiful shaft breaching her entrance. She needed something to relieve the yearning she’d been enduring for too long.
“I don’t want to wait any longer Colin,” she murmured against his lips, kissing him again. She pulled up, their eyes locking, and waited.
His arms slid around her waist and he gently pushed her back, rolling with her until she was flush against the mattress, him hovering over her, a hand bracing his weight up at the side of her head. There was a slight hint of pain in his eyes, but considering the tension in his body, she suspected the pain was more from his holding back than his numerous injuries.
Colin slid a hand between them, sliding down her body until it cupped her mound. She inhaled sharply as he slipped two fingers between her velvety folds, stroking her slit. She spread her legs wider for him and gently began to buck against his hand.
“Are you sure?”
She laughed. “I’ve been sure for what seems like forever now. Anyone ever tell you that you move way too slow?”
He cocked a brow at her, a grin appearing on his lips. “Slow?” He slipped two fingers into her, stroking her inner wall and causing her to gasp.
“Glacial slow,” she confirmed. She closed her eyes and allowed the beautiful sensations rushing through her at his expert fingers.
He feigned indignation. “Glacial slow? I’m being criticized for trying to make this special?”
Giggling, she slipped a hand behind his head and urged his lips down to hers. “Just shut up and fuck me already!”
“What a filthy mouth.” Chuckling, he claimed her lips as he removed his fingers from her core.
She groaned against his lips, as she felt the head of his cock pressing against her entrance. Finally, what she’d been longing for, for what had felt like an eternity. He pulled his lips from hers and looked deep into her eyes as he began to press into her.
She moaned softly, a shiver of desire rushing down her spine at the intensity in his stare. She felt the delicious sensation of his thick shaft stretching her as he dove deeper and deeper. Her hands slid down to his ass, her fingers digging into the muscle as she urged him to take her faster, harder. But he refused. He was in control, claiming her in his own time, drawing out the feeling of the first penetration – forcing them both to savour it.
“You’re killing me!” She attempted to buck up against him, but the attempt was futile.
He didn’t respond, but groaned as his cock took the final inch, filling her completely, stretching her to her limits. He finally broke eye contact and lowered his head to her shoulder, kissing it lightly. “My God, you feel even better than I imagined.”
Gabriella’s hands slipped back up to his upper back and she clung tightly to him, savouring the feel of their bodies combined and the feel of his cock pulsing within her. “You too.” Gabby placed a string of light kisses along his neck. The desire to tell him how she felt, how deeply she’d come to care for him begged to be released and she had to bite down on her tongue to keep from blurting out those infamous three words.
They remained locked together for several minutes, before Colin pulled up sliding out of her until the head of him barely breached her entrance. She whimpered at the loss of him, but her denial was short-lived as he thrust into her again.
“Oh God, Gabby, you have no idea how much I’ve been dying for this.” The strain in his voice, so deep and feral it sent tremors through her.
She laughed and inhaled sharply as he slammed into her again and again and again. “I …. oh God… have… ohhhhhh… an idea.”
As his lips and teeth began to nip and kiss her neck, he began moving in and out of her at an increased pace. Each thrust coming faster and with more force, the head of his cock rubbing against her G-spot with each thrust. Each thrust forced a whimper or moan from her as she met his thrusts, their bodies rocking and moving in perfect unison as if they’d been together for years.
Her entire body became a tight coil as her desire rushed toward the breaking point. Forgetting about his injuries, she clawed at his back and her legs wrapped around his waist pulling him in deeper, tighter.
“I’m so close Colin. Oh God, so close,” she gasped. The coil of desire within her was about to break. Seconds away.
“Then come for me, Gab.” He pulled up, his eyes locking with hers. “Let me feel it.”
She swallowed hard, her mind becoming numb as a rush of pleasure so intense that it brought tears to her eyes flooded over her. She forced herself to maintain eye contact as he slammed into her harder and deeper than ever before. That final thrust was her undoing. She screamed out as her pussy clenched around his cock and her juices flooded her channel and his cock.
“Oh dear God, Gab,” he groaned, “so fucking good.” He resumed thrusting into her, on a mission, his balls slapping lightly against her ass with each thrust. She held tight to him, enjoying the feel of him, too exhausted both emotionally and physically to work with him.
Despite her orgasm she found her arousal being spurred back into action as he continued to pound into her. Closing her eyes she allowed the sensations to take over, feeling selfish for making him do all the work, but not caring. Besides, considering the grunts of pleasure coming from him, she doubted he minded much.
“Give it to me. Oh please!” His cock began to throb within her, his balls tightening. He was getting close and God help her so was she.
“Oh baby, come with me.” His lips came crashing down on her, his tongue forcing its way past her lips, demanding her surrender as he slammed into her a final time. A forceful stream of cum f
illed her, sending her spiralling over the edge with him. His seed mixed with her nectar, spilling out past his cock and down her ass to dampen the bed beneath her.
Colin’s lips left hers to place a tender kiss on her forehead, before slowly pulling his depleted dick from her and rolling onto his back, next to her.
“Are you okay?” he asked when she didn’t immediately move.
Gabriella turned her head to look at him and smiled. “Very okay.” Her smile faded when she remembered his obscene amount of cuts and bruises; her eyes scanned his beautiful, battered body. “Are you okay?”
He grimaced as if just remembering he’d been injured. “Nothing a few more painkillers won’t fix.”
“Oh shit, let me…” she began to inch her way off of the bed, when his iron-tight grip grabbed her wrist, forcing her to stay.
“Just come here. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine, Gabby. I’ve been through worse.”
Her eyes scanned his body once more.
“A couple days and I’ll be as good as new.” As he spoke she noticed him grimace. It was evident now that his dick was satisfied his consciousness was beginning to feel the aches from his injuries.
She laughed softly as she cuddled up to his side, taking care not to hurt him.
His brow furrowed, confused over her laughter.
“I was just thinking that it’s amazing how a man’s dick could block out everything but its ultimate goal.”
He grinned and winked at her. “It’s one of our superpowers.”
“Mmmm.” She laid her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes, suddenly very tired. “My hero.”
Chapter 15
“This is lame, Gabby. Have you forgotten I’m an injured man? I should be in bed recuperating,” Colin complained, adjusting his aviator sunglasses as they made their way onto the beach where hundreds of people were gathered all with their dogs for the shelter’s annual Tails and Waves fundraiser.
