His Brat (Off Limits Book 1)

by Kali Argent

  I leaned down and brushed my lips against his lightly, then squeaked when he jerked me down on top of him and took the kiss deeper. I moaned as my hands roamed over his hard chest. After several long heartbeats, I pulled away and sat up beside him again, and finally let myself admire his beautiful body.

  He was amazingly built, packed with hard, sculpted muscle under smooth, bronzed skin. My gaze roamed over his broad chest, then followed the light dusting of hair down to his hard abs. He was like living, breathing art. I wanted to sculpt him so bad my fingers ached to capture his magnificence. I smiled as I thought about how irritated he would be if I ever did create a nude statue of him. Then again, I didn’t want to share this view with anyone.

  He was mine now, and I wanted to keep him all to myself.

  Gabe let out a loud yawn as if he were bored. Reaching out, I lightly brushed my fingertips over his small nipples and heard him suck in a harsh breath. That sure got his attention. The hard disks felt so different than my own, but he seemed just as sensitive. Mentally filing that away for future use, I tried to sound more confident than I actually felt when I said, “You know, we sculptors are known for being good with our hands.”

  “Oh, yeah? I can definitely say that I like your hands-on approach so far.”

  Playful-Gabe was such a turn on. I felt the liquid heat spilling from my sex, preparing myself for him. However, I wanted this time to be all about the pleasure I could give him.

  “Can I—?”

  “Touch me,” he demanded gruffly. “Touch me any way you want to.”

  I slid my hands down his toned abs, tracing my fingertips over every dip and curve until I reached the intriguing V cut near his hips. I ran my hands down his thighs, ignoring his erection as it seemed to grow impossibly bigger before my eyes.

  Shifting over, I knelt between his legs. Unable to wait any longer, I wrapped my hand around his thick shaft, and I felt my body heat as I recognized the familiar weight of him against my palm. Had I memorized the feel of his dick in my hand while I’d been asleep?

  Pushing that crazy thought aside, I studied him for a long moment. He was big, so big my fingers didn’t meet around his shaft. I would have been intimidated if I didn’t already know how perfectly he fit inside of me. I rubbed my thumb along the throbbing vein on the side of his shaft as I tentatively began to stroke him.

  When a pearly drop of liquid appeared at the tip, I almost giggled as I remember the advice my roommate had given me about blow jobs. Thinking of popsicles, I leaned down and licked him. I hummed at the sweet and salty taste of him, then I froze, and my gaze shot up to meet his when his body jerked.

  “Did you like—?”

  “Fuck, yeah, I liked it,” he growled. “Do it again, baby. Take my cock into that sweet little mouth.”

  “I’ve never actually done this before,” I confessed shyly. “Will you tell me if I do something wrong?”

  “Nothing between us could ever be wrong, sweetheart. You can touch me any way you want, whenever you want. I promise I’ll love it.”

  I blew out an audible breath, then nodded. I needed to be courageous, and I could be with Gabe. Focusing on my desire to make him feel good, I flipped my hair out of the way, then took him into my mouth, sucking lightly. I was rewarded with another taste of his pre-cum, and I flicked my tongue over the tip before taking him a little deeper.

  When I felt him move, I glanced up to see that he had shoved another pillow beneath his head so he could watch me. The intensity of his gaze made my breath catch. His hands clenched the sheets at his sides, and I knew he was trying to stop himself from taking over. Trying to hold his gaze, I licked along the throbbing vein on the side of his shaft, then took him back into my mouth.

  “That feels so fucking good. I’m already primed, so I’m not going to last long. I’ve been on edge since I woke up with your hand wrapped around my cock.”

  I moved over him, thrilled by his words. When the head of his cock hit the back of my throat, he growled with pleasure. I pulled back, then did it again. His hips began to flex, thrusting up as he began fucking my mouth.

  “Fuck, Layla. I’m going to come. Pull back if you don’t want me to come in your mouth.”

  Ignoring his warning, I began to move faster, stroking the neglected base of his shaft I couldn’t fit into my greedy mouth. I drove down on him at the same time he pushed up, forcing the head of his cock past the point I had taken him before. I swallowed reflexively, and he roared my name as he came, his cum shooting down my throat in hard, hot spurts.

  I drank him down, taking everything he had to give, and my pussy clenched as I basked in the pleasure of feeling his strong body tremble beneath me. I was close to my own climax but didn’t mind the burn of arousal that shimmered through me. I let go of him and rested my head on his thigh. He stroked my hair back from my face, then he twisted the thick strands around his fingers.

  Gently pulling, he said, “Come here, baby.”

  I crawled up his body, and he lifted me until I was sprawled on top of him. Grabbing the back of my head, he took my mouth in a hard, hot kiss. His tongue pushed past my lips, stroking against mine. He didn’t seem bothered by the taste of his release that still lingered on my tongue. I broke the kiss, panting for breath and rested my head on his chest.

  I smiled as his arms wrapped around me. “I can get better with practice.”

  “God help me,” he groaned. “Any better, and I’ll lose my fucking mind. Thank you, sweetheart.”

  “It was my pleasure.” I drew a little heart on his chest using the tip of my finger. “What time do you think it is?”

  “Who the fuck cares?”

  I laughed, then placed a chaste kiss on his cheek. “I’ll be right back.”

  Hopping off the bed, I practically danced my way into the bathroom. After I closed the door, I hurried across the room and sat down on the toilet. Hesitantly, I reached between my legs to touch my pussy. I was wet, really wet with excitement from sucking Gabe, but everything else felt normal down there. Logically, I knew everything was fine. I’d checked last night, hadn’t I? Still, I couldn’t help the small, ridiculous worry that he had permanently stretched me out with his big dick.

  Feeling foolish, I relaxed, then my spine snapped straight as Gabe opened the door and strode into the bathroom.

  “What are you doing?” I shrieked, instinctively trying to cover myself with my arms. I knew it was silly, and I felt utterly ridiculous doing it. He’d seen every inch of me, and we’d been fused together as intimately as two people could be, but I couldn’t help feeling unprepared for this type of…familiarity.

  Seriously, what was with us and bathrooms?

  “Brushing my teeth,” he mumbled around his toothbrush as he stood in front of the sink totally unconcerned with his nakedness.

  Since said sink was right next to the toilet, I shouted, “Close your eyes! Gabe!”

  With a snort of laughter, he did as I demanded. He kept brushing his teeth, acting like everything was completely normal, then he reached out and turned the faucet on. Keeping his eyes closed, he turned toward me and grinned around his toothbrush.

  He was so damn cute sometimes.

  The sound of the running water finally helped me go, and when I was done, I bumped my hip against him so I could wash my hands. He bumped me out of the way again and spit into the sink. Leaning down, he kissed my shoulder as I brushed my teeth. I admired his naked ass as he turned away, then my eyes went wide as he simply lifted the seat and began to relieve himself. I knew I should look away to give him some privacy, but I had never watched a man pee before. Damn, it was seriously unfair how much easier it was for them.

  He caught me staring and winked.

  Apparently, he didn’t have the same privacy issues as I did.

  He laughed as I slapped my hand over my eyes, and I only lowered my arm again after I heard him flush. Before I could rinse my mouth out, Gabe dragged me into the shower with him and turned on the water. I sputtered
in protest but gave in when I realized I really did want a shower.

  I couldn’t help but grin when he shook his hair out like a wet dog, spraying me with droplets. “I was just thinking about that summer Aiden invited you and a couple of your football buddies over to the house for the fourth of July weekend. Do you remember?”

  “Hell, yeah, I remember,” he said gruffly as he rubbed shampoo into my hair. “I thought I was going to swallow my tongue when I saw you in that little, white bikini. I felt like a damn pervert. You were sixteen, and I had no business looking at you like that.”

  “I wanted you to look,” I confessed.

  “I know. Which was why I got pleasure in shaking water at you while you were sunbathing by the pool. Lean back a little, sweetheart.”

  I tilted my head back into the stream of water and let him rinse the suds from my hair. Last night, we’d only been in the shower long enough to wash the sweat from our bodies. Taking our time and having him wash my hair felt extremely decadent, and it was much more enjoyable than doing it myself.

  “I thought you were just being mean. Noah and Aiden did that to me all the time.”

  “I was trying to see if that suit would become see-through when it was wet. Not that I would have admitted it. Then again, I think your brothers would have beaten your ass black and blue if you wore something that became transparent around us guys. It was a good thing Noah was busy with work most of the time, or I’m sure he would have objected anyway.”

  “That was why I always made sure to be out by the pool before you guys came out of the house. That way, Aiden couldn’t order me to go inside and change.” I hummed with pleasure as he gently massaged conditioner into my hair, then I yelped as he tugged hard on a strand. “Hey!”

  “I distinctly remember that fucker Brock putting sunscreen on your back.”

  “I didn’t ask him to. He just sat down next to me and…”

  “Yeah…and. Aiden and I beat the shit out of him for putting his hands on you. It’s why Brock left early.”

  “I always figured it had been something like that. Speaking of my insanely protective brothers, have you figured out what we’re going to tell them?”

  “The truth,” he said. “I’m not going to hide our relationship. We’ll have some time before we have to talk to Noah about us, but we’ll be seeing Aiden on Saturday at the wedding.”

  My mouth fell open, and I blinked up at him. “Saturday, as in this Saturday?”

  “I told you Aiden will be in town for our friends’ wedding.”

  “Yes, but…” I sputtered when he pulled me under the spray of water again. Wiping my eyes, I glared at him. “We can’t tell him so soon! He’s totally going to freak out.”

  To my dismay, Gabe simply shrugged as he poured some of the shower gel into his palm. As he washed me, I began to ramble about all the reasons we couldn’t tell Aiden yet, but even I knew nothing coherent came out.

  He cut off my rant by kissing me hard. “Don’t worry so much.”

  “You say that now, but I’m not the one he is probably going to punch in the face.”

  “He’ll get over it.”

  I sighed, then smiled as I realized Gabe really was all in. He truly wanted to be with me long term and was ready to take on my brothers to make sure it happened.

  “What’s that smile for?”

  “You.” It was, simple as that.

  “Yeah?” God, I loved his cocky grin.

  “Yeah. So, I’m going to this wedding with you?”

  “Yes, you are.”

  “So nice of you to invite me,” I teased.

  His own smile disappeared, and the intensity of his gaze made my pulse quicken. “Your smile lights up a room, Layla. And the way you look at me sometimes…I’ve watched you walk into a room full of people, nervous and unsure, then you look at me and smile as if seeing me makes it all better. Your smile makes me feel like the most important person in the whole world.”

  “To me, you are,” I whispered shyly.

  His hand skimmed down my side, then moved between my legs. I moaned as two of his slick fingers pushed inside of me.

  “You’re important to me, Layla,” he said softly. “I won’t let anyone come between us now. Not even your brothers.” He slid his fingers deeper. “You’re really wet.”

  “I want you.” Duh, that was pretty obvious. Reaching down, I found him hard as stone. “Oh, wow. Do you take vitamins or something?”

  “It’s my natural state around you. Are you sure you aren’t too sore?”

  “I want you now, Gabe. Are you going to finish what you started, or are you just going to leave me hanging?” I asked, repeating what he had said to me earlier.

  “You’re going to have to let go of me so I can get a condom.”

  At that, I realized I was clinging to him, trying to climb him like he was a tree. “I’m on the pill,” I blurted out. “Not because I was, you know, because I wasn’t…with anyone.” Of course, he already knew that. Since he had been an active participant during my first time, I didn’t feel the need to explain that part. How was I supposed to think clearly when his fingers were moving inside of me?

  “I went to the clinic to regulate my period. I mean, they didn’t do it. The pill does it.”

  Great, now I was talking about my menstrual cycle?

  “You want me to come inside of you with nothing between us?” Gabe asked in a low, rough growl.

  I hadn’t thought that far, but now that he’d said it, I was totally turned on by the idea. Nodding, I whispered, “Nothing between us. If you want.”

  “Oh, I want.” He lifted me up and pushed me against the wall of the shower. “Wrap your legs around me. Do it now, Layla.”

  That was definitely a command I was willing to follow. I wrapped my legs around his waist and held onto his slick shoulders as I kissed him. I let out a low moan of pleasure as his cock slid into me achingly slow.

  “Tell me if it’s too much for you.”

  “It’s not enough,” I countered. I would never have enough of him.

  I felt him smile against my lips as he thrust deeper, filling me full of his thick shaft. My hand sank into his hair, holding on while he kissed me breathless. Pinned to the wall, all I could do was take the pleasure he gave me. I was lost in the sensation of being filled by him, then I realized I could take him even deeper if I rocked my own hips against him.

  Steam filled the room, and the water rained down on us as we moved together. I felt the ache inside of me expand, growing until I could barely contain it. Our hearts pounded as he began to thrust into me harder, faster. He reached between us and rubbed my clit, making my body jerk like he’d just shocked me.

  “Come, baby. Come and take me with you.”

  When my climax hit, the pleasure swept through me like an uncontrollable storm. “Gabe! Oh, god, Gabe. I love you!”

  His hands dug into my ass, and he let out a triumphant shout as he spilled his release inside of me. “Love you, baby,” he groaned. “Love you more.”

  “Love you most,” I whispered.

  Smiling, I rested my head on his shoulder, secure in the knowledge I had won that argument.

  Chapter Seven

  Thursday passed in a strange sort of haze that I chalked up to the intensity of new love. Well, love and mind-blowing orgasms. After morning sex in the shower, we’d spent a lazy day in bed where we’d made love twice more. At one point, I’d wanted to try being on top, and Gabe had patiently coached me while I explored my fantasies.

  I was glad I’d tried it, even if the position wasn’t my favorite. Staring down at him while I rode his cock certainly had merit, but it allowed too much leeway for me to get lost inside my own head.

  Then, when even I had to admit I was too sore, Gabe had delighted in showing me all the ways he could get me off without actually penetrating me. That night, I’d slept like the dead. Thankfully, I hadn’t woken up the next morning with my hand wrapped around his dick. No, instead, it had been pla
stered to his ass in a firm grip, my fingers digging into the flesh.

  Apparently, even in sleep, I couldn’t get enough of him.

  We had decided to spend Friday exploring the city together, especially since I’d lived in New Orleans for almost four years and still hadn’t done a lot of the “tourist” stuff. Unfortunately, we had just been finishing lunch when one of the investors Gabe was working with called wanting to meet with him. He had been adamant that anything the man had to say could wait, but I hadn’t wanted him to blow off work for me.

  Of course, he’d argued when I’d told him to take the meeting, but after a little prodding, he’d finally agreed to meet me in Jackson Square afterward. Despite my insistence, as well as his assurance that it wouldn’t take long, I felt a small twinge of regret that the real world was intruding on our time together. I had to remind myself that he was leaving after the wedding, so separation was something I’d have to get used to, at least until I graduated.

  It wasn’t exactly a happy thought, but something I’d have to face soon enough. Still, I tried not to dwell on it.

  Thirty minutes after the call, I was showered and changed into a pair of white shorts and a pale-yellow blouse with embroidered flowers along the neckline. On the sidewalk in front of the hotel, Gabe kissed me goodbye and promised he’d meet me as soon as he could.

  Resigned to spending the next hour or so entertaining myself, I wandered the six blocks to the French Market, making a stop for an iced café au lait to sip while I shopped. I didn’t exactly need a dragonfly necklace or a voodoo pencil that claimed to grant any wish I wrote down with it, but that didn’t stop me from buying them.

  The pearl, teardrop earrings with their matching necklace, however, I’d selected with the intent of wearing them to the wedding. They were pretty, with just a little sparkle, and more importantly, they were simple enough to pair with any dress.

  I also purchased a three-pound box of pralines from one of the vendors after he’d offered me a free sample. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, but as I left the market, I realized I might have gotten a little carried away. What in the hell was I going to do with that much sugar?