His Brat (Off Limits Book 1)

by Kali Argent

  “I think we’ve waited long enough.” I ducked my head as heat flared in my cheeks. “Just…I don’t know what to do.”

  Gabe slipped a knuckle under my chin and tilted my head up to claim my lips in a soft, tender kiss. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I do.”

  Boy, did he ever.

  Within seconds, he had me stripped bare and panting before we even made it to the bed. The flush that so easily stained my cheeks had spread across my entire body, and every brush of his fingertips against my sensitive skin sent a current of need pulsing through me.

  My nipples tightened painfully, partly from the chill of the room, but mostly from pure, white-hot desire. Gabe held me tightly, his arms like steel bands encaging me as he plunged his tongue deep past my swollen lips. Trapped between us, his thick cock pulsed against my stomach, a flagrant reminder that there was nothing between us now.

  No barriers. No walls. No secrets.

  When he picked me up and placed me in the center of the bed, I was overwhelmed with a rush of nerves. Sprawled out before him, his gaze raking over me, was intimidating as hell. What if I was terrible at this? What if it hurt? What if, now that he was seeing all of me, he didn’t desire me the way I did him?

  I barely remembered the shower I’d taken earlier, but I was pretty sure I hadn’t shaved. Oh, god, I was going to have sex for the first time with hairy legs.

  From the foot of the bed, Gabe watched me intently as he crawled forward, his gaze heated and hungry. So, I did what I was best at and completely ruined the moment.

  “Wait!” Sitting upright, I flung an arm across my breasts in an attempt to hide my nudity. “I, uh, I didn’t shave.”

  I actually turned as if I might dart into the shower and rectify that problem, but thankfully, he caught me by the ankle and held me in place. I thought he would laugh, or maybe even wrinkle his nose at me. Instead, he took my wrist and pried my arm away, so I was no longer covering myself.

  “I honestly couldn’t care less.”

  Then, he came closer, crowding against me until I had no choice but to fall back on the bed. Well, if he didn’t care, I certainly wasn’t going to let it stop me.

  “Don’t hide from me,” he added. Taking both wrists, he stretched my arms over my head and held them to the mattress. “You are beautiful, Layla. Never doubt that.”

  It was nice to hear, but it did little to quell my anxiety. “My breasts are—”

  “Perfect. You are perfect.” Whether to emphasize his point or because he just really wanted to, he dipped his head, capturing one of my erect nipples between his lips.

  Moaning, I bowed up from the bed, arching into his mouth as adrenaline shot through me. My mounting desire coiled tighter with every flick of his tongue, my body vibrating with need. When his fingers brushed up the inside of my thigh, however, nerves had me clamping my knees together, barring his access to my dripping pussy.

  “I’m sorry,” I gasped, worried that he’d think I’d changed my mind. Yet, no matter how hard I tried to part my legs, they stubbornly refused to budge. “I’m so sorry.”

  Gabe kissed a path of liquid fire up my neck and back to my lips. “Don’t be sorry. We don’t have to do anything else until you’re ready.”

  “I’m ready!” I practically shouted at him. Then, much quieter, “I’m just nervous.”

  He stared down at me for so long, I thought he had changed his mind. “Close your eyes.”

  It didn’t even occur to me to question him or argue. I closed my eyes.

  “Good,” he praised. “Try to relax, sweetheart. Feel me. Feel what I’m doing to you.” His fingertips ghosted up and down the top of my thigh, and he went back to teasing and tormenting my nipples with his mouth. “Do you feel that?”

  Unable to form words, I nodded.

  “Does it feel good?”

  I felt like I was on fucking fire, but in the most delicious way. Again, I nodded.

  His fingers traced higher on my thigh until they brushed lightly against the top of my cleft. “Open for me, Layla. Let me see you.”

  My legs fell open, my knees splaying to the side as if they’d just been waiting for his command. My pussy throbbed, begging to be touched and stroked, even if my brain hadn’t quite caught up yet.

  Gabe’s strangled groan vibrated across my skin, sending a shiver down my back and making me brave enough to open my legs a little wider. He hummed his approval as he kissed his way down the center of my chest and cupped my aching core in his palm. It wasn’t until he was past my navel that I realize what he intended, and my anxiety reared its ugly head again.

  I’d showered, but that had been hours ago. Did I smell down there? I’d never noticed anything amiss before, but then again, I’d never had reason to pay close attention. Would it taste weird? What exactly did vagina even taste like? I’d drank plenty of water earlier. I’d heard that was important. Would it make a difference?

  I wondered if I should stop him, but I didn’t know how without making it obvious. If I was more experienced, maybe I’d know what to say or just how to move my hips to make him reverse his trek. As it were, by the time my freak-out had wound down, he was already settled between my thighs, pushing my legs wide with his broad shoulders.

  It was a vulnerable feeling being spread out before him that way, but not as overwhelming as I had thought it would be. Still, I worried. Maybe I wouldn’t like it. Some women didn’t. What if I couldn’t orgasm? What if I couldn’t make him come?

  “Layla?”

  I jerked against the mattress as his voice invaded my spiraling thoughts. “Umm, yes?”

  “Stop thinking so hard.” Then, he dipped his head, his breath warm against my folds.

  The first swipe of his tongue nearly shot me into orbit. Volts of electricity ricocheted through my body, the pleasure intense and consuming. His tongue rubbed against my clit, lightly at first, then steadily increasing with pressure until I couldn’t hold still any longer.

  Writhing against the mattress, I rocked my hips, grinding against his face where it was buried between my legs. My heart beat too fast, and my skin burned too hot. My head started to spin, and I moaned wantonly as my need built to a crescendo. I may have even stopped breathing for a few seconds.

  When I thought it couldn’t get any better, Gabe slid two fingers into my quivering hole and sucked hard on my clit. My hands tangled in the comforter, and I screamed his name as I shattered into a million, sparkling pieces.

  I hovered somewhere outside of my own body, my mind wrapped in a cloud of bliss, but I vaguely registered movement. By the time I pried my eyes open to investigate, Gabe was kneeling on the side of the bed nearest to the bathroom and sliding a latex condom down his impressive length. Five minutes ago, I might have been worried, but I was too relaxed to do anything more than sigh when he settled his strong body into the cradle of my hips.

  “I’m not going to lie,” he said, and his voice sounded tight, strained. “This might hurt a little at first, but I promise I’ll go slow.”

  I nodded as I lifted my arms and curled them around his neck to pull him into a deep, lingering kiss. I wasn’t worried. I trusted him. When the flared crown of his cock pushed past my tight muscles, I sighed again and arched up to meet him.

  “Easy,” he warned, his face a mask of concentration. “Don’t move yet.”

  Another inch, and I was starting to feel the stretch, but it wasn’t unbearable. When he finally broke through my virginity, however, I couldn’t help but clench and cry out.

  “Shh, easy,” he whispered, his large hand stroking down the side of my face. “Try to relax, sweetheart. Breathe. The pain only lasts for a minute.”

  Oh, god, I couldn’t do it. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I tried to do as he said, but he was just so damn big, and I was pretty sure he was totally wrecking my lady parts.

  After several seconds of complete stillness, he levered himself up from me, bracing both hands on either side of my head, and pulled back. That was the mom
ent everything changed.

  The pain I’d felt faded, replaced by pure pleasure that made me gasp. “Do that again.”

  Gabe chuckled. “Yes, ma’am.”

  As promised, his rhythm was careful and unhurried as he rolled his hips, pushing into me over and over, driving me to the brink once more. As the need built, so did his tempo, and he hooked his elbow around my knee, changing the angle and thrusting even deeper into my throbbing pussy.

  When I tumbled over the edge again, I did so with his name on my lips and no other thoughts except for those of the wonderful man in my arms. Gabe followed soon after, burying his face into the crook of my neck and groaning as his big frame shuddered around me.

  As we lay there, catching our collective breath, I ran my fingers through his hair and smiled in the way only the truly satisfied could. I didn’t know what I’d been so afraid of, because despite the small moment of pain, everything about being with him had been wonderful. Gabe had ensured that it was absolutely perfect.

  Wrapped in his arms, surrounded by his warmth and strength, I was happier than I’d ever been, so when he suggested that we needed to shower, I pouted in protest. His happy chuckle, as well as the quick kiss he placed against my forehead, softened me to the idea, but it was the thought of being naked with him in the shower that finally got me moving.

  “Will it be like that every time?” I asked as I swung my legs over the side of the mattress.

  After tying off the condom, he dropped it into the wastebasket beside the bed and shook his head. “No, sweetheart, it won’t.”

  My heart fell, and my lips turned down at the corners. I don’t know what I was expecting, but that hadn’t been it. “Oh.”

  Gabe smirked. “It’ll be better.”

  Chapter Six

  For the first time in my life, I woke up feeling deliciously sore, thoroughly used, and blissfully happy. How did people forget to mention how wonderful it felt to wake up in their lover’s arms when they spoke about the proverbial morning after? Most of the stories I’d heard from my friends were filled with regret or indifference. Some even equated sex as a stress reliever, like a good massage or a pleasant walk. Then there were those who’d said they couldn’t escape fast enough once the night had ended.

  Obviously, they had never spent the night with a man like Gabe.

  Maybe everyone should have sex with him to truly understand just how marvelous the morning after should feel. Wait a second. Hell, no. I totally took that back.

  I didn’t want anyone touching my Gabe.

  I guess it was true what they said about love…it really did make everything better.

  Lying next to the man I loved, I knew there was nowhere else I would rather be. I felt no regret giving him my virginity, as archaic as that sounded, nor did I feel the need to run. Actually, with the way I felt, I could have stayed curled up next to him until hotel management kicked us out. Keeping my eyes closed, I basked in the moment and savored the feeling of pure contentment that warmed me from the inside out like brilliant sunlight. My entire life had changed in one night, and nothing would ever be the same.

  By some miracle, Gabriel Turner loved me.

  Just thinking about that put a smile on my face and filled my heart with joy. I had loved him for so long that I’d begun to resign myself to a life spent wanting him from afar. Even worse, since he was so close to my family, I thought I’d have to watch him fall in love with someone else. It was something I had worried about until I felt as if I would go insane. And I’d had to suffer in silence because I’d never really thought he could ever be mine.

  Knowing that he loved me the way I loved him changed everything.

  I felt altered on a fundamental level, and I knew that my heart would always belong to him. Suddenly my dreams of building a future together, a future filled with laughter and love, didn’t seem so foolish. I didn’t want to be one of those crazy women who immediately started thinking about the next step in our relationship, but I couldn’t help myself. He wasn’t some guy I had just met. He was the man I had been dreaming about for years. Who knew one of my sculptures would lead to me having the courage to finally tell him how I felt?

  Gabe had understood what a big step last night had been for me. He had made my first time special, and he had been so patient with me. There was such kindness in him, which was one of the things I loved about him, but I’d never experienced the tender side of him when he had been so…intimately focused on me.

  I remembered staring into his intense blue eyes as he had moved over me, when he had moved inside of me. A sudden flush of heat surged through my body. God, just thinking about what we’d done yesterday made me ache to do it all over again.

  Especially since he had cock-blocked me for the rest of the night…literally.

  Concerned it would have been painful for me, he’d insisted that I rest and recover before we had sex again. I’d tried to seduce him into changing his mind, but that hadn’t worked. Or I’d just sucked at it. I had felt a little tender and swollen, but it hadn’t been that bad. Still, nothing I’d said had convinced him that I had been ready for round two.

  I couldn’t complain too much, though. After we’d showered together, we had finally gotten something to eat. Instead of going out, we’d ordered a ton of food and a bottle of wine from room service. We’d talked and shared secrets while we ate, then we had gone out onto the balcony where we had enjoyed the music and festivities of Bourbon Street while we’d finished our wine.

  When we’d had enough of the noise, we’d gone back to bed where we had fallen asleep wrapped in each other’s arms. Worrying about having sex, then actually doing it for the first time had been exhausting.

  Waking up next to someone was a new experience for me, but it was definitely something I could get used to. I loved listening to Gabe’s steady heartbeat and enjoyed feeling his warm skin against mine. I’d always thought it was his cologne I couldn’t get enough of, but it was the spicy fragrance mixed with his natural masculine scent that I loved more than anything.

  I stretched, sliding my leg over his and enjoyed the sensation of his course hair rubbing against my skin. I was grateful I had gotten a pedicure the day before Mardi Gras, which left my feet feeling soft and smooth. Otherwise, Gabe probably would have protested me running my foot along his strong calf.

  I still couldn’t believe I actually had the right to touch him, and it was a privilege I wanted to explore thoroughly. As a sculptor, I was used to waking up with my hands feeling sore, but they felt good today. I still flexed them, easing the tension in my fingers before I clenched them again.

  Then, I froze.

  Since my head was already slightly angled down, all I had to do was open my eyes to see what my left hand was holding. My eyes went wide when I found the naughty thing wrapped around Gabe’s big dick. I had no idea when I had reached for him, but I had obviously been touching him long enough for him to become fully erect in the cool air. Since he liked to keep the air conditioner on high, he had pulled the blanket over us before we’d gone to sleep so I wouldn’t freeze. Though I was still mostly covered, the blanket was pooled below Gabe’s waist, probably because I had pushed it there.

  Oh, my god…I had molested him while I’d been sleeping.

  I had molested him while he had been sleeping.

  Did that make me a sexual predator?

  My fingers flexed around the thick stalk again, unwilling to let go even though I was silently screaming at myself to do just that. Holy hell, I was holding onto his penis like it was my own personal joystick. With a gasp, I let go, hoping, praying he was still asleep. Most men woke up with hard-ons, right? Perhaps he wouldn’t even notice what I’d done.

  “Finally, you’re awake.” I heard his words vibrating through his chest since I was still laying on him. “You’ve been holding onto my cock for ten minutes. At least, that’s how long I’ve been up. Did you think it would get lost while we slept?”

  I jerked up and the top of my head st
ruck his chin.

  “Shit!”

  “Sorry!” I wheezed as I pulled away. Or, at least I tried to. I yelped when I realized my long hair was tightly wrapped around his fist. “Ouch!”

  “You’re telling me,” he groaned as he let go of me. He was still sprawled out on his back, one hand rubbing his chin where my head had made contact. “Christ, you’re dangerous first thing in the morning, brat.”

  At least his voice was filled with amusement, so he couldn’t be too angry.

  “I’m sorry,” I said again as I sat on my knees beside him, trying not to let my gaze stray from his face. But it was hard. I mean really, really hard.

  Shit! Stop staring at his dick!

  “I didn’t mean to…I didn’t know I was…I don’t know why I did that.” My voice sounded bewildered even to my own ears.

  His bold blue eyes fixed on me. “I don’t mind, sweetheart.”

  “Really? You…you’re really not mad?”

  He chuckled softly. “I’ll admit I was a little surprised when I woke up, especially when I realized you were still sleeping. But no, I’m not mad. Far from it. If you want to hold my dick all night, I think I can get used to it.”

  That made me blink. I wouldn’t make a habit of holding onto him while we slept, would I? Oh, fuck. What if I did?

  Gabe laughed. “Christ, the look on your face is priceless.”

  I could feel the heat in my cheeks and knew I was blushing fiercely.

  He braced a hand behind his head, making his bicep bulge, and grinned at me. “So, are you going to finish what you started, or are you just going to leave me hanging?”

  I wanted to cheer but simply lifted a brow instead. “Oh, so you’re done cock-blocking me?”

  I couldn’t believe I’d just said that. Apparently, neither could he.

  “I—what?” he choked, then he laughed hard enough to make the bed shake. “You are fucking adorable. Get over here.”