His Brat (Off Limits Book 1)

by Kali Argent

  “Hey, man, I—”

  “Because,” Gabe added, interrupting Danny’s stuttering, “if you don’t, I’m going to rip your little pencil dick off and skull fuck you with it.” His tone was menacing, and a full-body shiver rippled through me from the chill in his voice. “Do we understand each other?”

  Luckily, Danny had the good sense to realize he should be very, very afraid. His face paled, his lower lip quivered, and he nodded quickly and silently.

  “Good.” Releasing his hand, Gabe took a step back and motioned toward the exit. “Go on, then.”

  Danny actually squeaked a little, and he turned so fast he lost his balance and basically stumbled out of the restaurant. I had a good feeling I would never set eyes on him again. Hell, I’d be surprised if he didn’t go straight home and transfer to a university in another state.

  “Sorry about that.” Gabe settled into his seat and reached out for my hand. “Are you okay?”

  I nodded numbly as I squeezed his fingers. Maybe I should have been afraid or upset. I should have definitely been embarrassed that I hadn’t been able to handle the situation myself. I didn’t feel any of those things, though. What I felt was hot, really hot, and I wiggled in my seat as my pussy clenched and flooded my panties.

  Gabe rubbed his thumb back and forth over the top of my hand, his expression filled with concern. “Layla? Sweetheart? Are you okay? Do you want me to have them box up our food so we can take it back to the hotel?”

  He probably thought I was in shock, but that couldn’t have been further from the truth. “Yes.”

  He still looked worried. “Are you sure?”

  Yes, I was very sure, but I was no longer hungry for the food. Since I doubted I could articulate that without blushing or stammering, I didn’t answer him. Instead, I shot my free hand into the air to signal our waiter.

  “Check please!”

  Chapter Eight

  “What do you think about this one?”

  I knew I was driving Gabe crazy, but I couldn’t help myself. I had several dresses in my closet, though I wasn’t sure which one to wear for this particular wedding. It wasn’t the event itself that had me so worried. I was nervous about who we were going to see there. Despite Gabe’s assurances that everything would be fine, Aiden was going to be pissed when he found out I was sleeping with his best friend.

  Really pissed.

  He might even strangle me right then and there.

  “That one is really pretty, sweetheart,” Gabe said, interrupting my morbid thoughts.

  Since he’d barely glanced away from his phone to see the dress I was holding, I rolled my eyes. I couldn’t blame him for being distracted by his emails, though. It was Saturday, but his work didn’t stop just because it was the weekend. Actually, he had paid attention longer than I’d anticipated, commenting on four dresses before I lost him to his phone.

  Last night, he’d gotten several emails and a few phone calls, but he’d ignored them all. Then again, I hadn’t given him much time to think about anything but me. He’d thought I had been upset by the confrontation in the restaurant, but I’d been so turned on that we’d barely opened the door to the suite before I had jumped him.

  I’d paused long enough to put our food containers down on the closest table, then I’d jumped into his arms and kissed him with a desperation that had surprised us both. We made love down in the living area of the suite, then back upstairs on the bed. By the time we were done, I’d passed out from sheer exhaustion again.

  Since the wedding didn’t start until late afternoon, we’d had time to enjoy breakfast before heading to my apartment so I could pick out a dress. Luckily, my roommate, Rain, and her family were already gone for the day, so we had the place to ourselves.

  Rain had given me the master bedroom without a fight since she usually liked to paint in a corner of the living room because the light was better there. It was an awkward setup since she sometimes forgot to put on clothes when she woke up in the middle of the night with a new idea. I’d gotten used to seeing her lost in her art in the living room, but I was pretty sure Gabe would have been shocked meeting her for the first time while she was naked. Honestly, I wouldn’t have liked it either, no matter how much I trusted both of them.

  Turning, I disappeared inside the walk-in closet, determined to pick out a dress without bothering him again. Gabe hadn’t told me much about the wedding except that he was planning on wearing a suit. At least it wasn’t black tie or else I would have had to buy a long formal gown since I’d left all of mine back in Houston.

  I decided on a candy pink strapless dress made of shimmering shantung material. It had an asymmetrical, draped bodice that gathered at one side of the waist and ended right above my knees. I knew I looked good in it since I had worn it for an event at the gallery a couple of months ago. I put it in a garment bag, then selected a pair of ivory and pink stilettos I had specifically gotten to go with the dress. It was tight and a little sexier than what I would have normally chosen to wear in front of one of my brothers, but Aiden was already going to be pissed, so I could just add it to the list of my offenses.

  When I walked out of the closet, Gabe said, “Sorry, babe. I have to make a few calls.”

  I waved my hand at him, then hung the garment bag and a few other casual pieces I had selected over the back of a chair. Turning back, I simply stared at him. He looked at home sitting on my purple comforter with his back propped against the headboard of my queen-sized bed. It was strange seeing him in my bedroom when I’d always thought it was the last place he’d want to be.

  The white walls were covered with several of my own framed sketches along with a couple of mythical paintings my roommate had given me. I’d hung a painting of a majestic silver dragon flying through a crimson sky surrounded by jagged bolts of lightning over my dresser, but my most cherished piece hung over my bed. It was a beautiful painting of a fairy queen with her magical kingdom in the background. What made it so special to me was Rain had given the fairy queen my face.

  Gabe stopped dialing and followed my gaze up to the painting. He pointed his phone toward it. “I want that.”

  “Well, you can’t have it. It’s mine,” I said primly.

  Leaving him to make his calls, I opened the bag I had brought back to the apartment, pulling out my make-up bag and toiletries. I placed them on the bathroom counter along with the change of clothes I’d picked out for the trip back to the hotel, then went back to grab my used clothes from the bag, tossing them into the laundry bin. I closed the door on Gabe’s deep voice. It would have been nice to shower with him again, but I enjoyed the privacy while I went through my normal routine, including shaving all my essential bits.

  Once I dried off, I rubbed my favorite vanilla-scented lotion all over my body. I put on the sundress I had brought in with me, then cursed as I realized I hadn’t grabbed any underwear. Shrugging that off, I unwrapped the towel on my head and ran my hands through my wet hair.

  Opening the door, I walked back into the bedroom with my curling iron in my hand. I came to a stop when I saw Gabe sitting on the end of the bed waiting for me with the sketch pad I’d left on my nightstand in his hand.

  “Umm…how did your calls go?”

  “Good.”

  I wagged the curling iron at him. “What are you doing with that?”

  “Oh, this?” I reached for it when he held it up, but he pulled it out of reach again. “I took a look at it while I was on the phone. You’ve got a lot of great stuff in here.”

  “Thanks,” I said weakly, tossing the curling iron onto my bag. “I’ll just—Gabe!”

  I’d reached for the sketch pad again, but he had tossed it aside and grabbed me, dragging me onto the bed with him. I shrieked with laughter as he began tickling me.

  “I seem to be the subject of a lot of your sketches. I especially liked the one you drew of me with horns and a tail. Was my hair on fire in that one?”

  I struggled to get away, but he held me firm. Wh
en he had me pressed face down on the bed with his big body on top of me, I gave up. “I sketched that when I was home for winter break,” I admitted with a laugh. “It was right after Noah dragged me to the Christmas gala and I saw you with your new girlfriend. You know, the woman you were dating laughed like a donkey.”

  “Yes, she did, and Meredith wasn’t my girlfriend. So, are you going to draw me as the devil whenever you get jealous?” He grunted when I elbowed him.

  I wasn’t going to answer him since he’d raised my arms above my head, but the words just burst out of me. “It was cathartic.”

  “I bet.”

  I could feel his silent laughter against my back. Speaking of jealousy, I turned my head, trying to glare at him. “That reminds me, I thought you liked blondes.”

  He leaned down and kissed my bare shoulder. “I like you.”

  My heart sang at his words, then my breath caught as I felt his massive erection rubbing against my ass. Wanting to tease him, I wiggled against him. “Gabe, we have to get going. We still have to get ready.”

  “We have time. The ceremony doesn’t start until four. Did you pick out a dress?” After I nodded, he said, “Good. Now that I have you here, I want to revisit our earlier conversation.”

  Confused, I frowned. “Which conversation?”

  Using the hand that wasn’t holding my wrists, he pointed toward the fairy queen painting hanging over the headboard. “I want that.”

  “Uh, uh. It’s mine.”

  He kissed my cheek, my neck, then his lips trailed down to my shoulder again. “You know, I’m really good at negotiating.”

  When he thrust himself against me, I panted, “Oh, yeah? What will you give me?”

  “How about a dozen orgasms?”

  “You’d give those to me anyway. No deal.” I yelped as he lightly bit my shoulder.

  “You’re such a brat.”

  “A brat with a very pretty painting you don’t have.” I couldn’t help but rub it in.

  “Hmm. I’ll have to think of something else then. But for now, why don’t I add to the count?” Still holding onto my wrists with one hand, his other hand skimmed down my side, then caressed my ass. “Naughty, baby. No underwear?”

  “I forgot.” I meant to say I’d forgotten to bring a new pair into the bathroom with me, but I could barely think clearly when he was touching me. I began to pull at his hold on my hands as he lifted off of me just enough to slowly lift the hem of my dress. “Gabe! What are you—?”

  “Relax, sweetheart.”

  Was he kidding?

  How was I supposed to relax when he’d shoved his leg between mine and was now rubbing his hand between my thighs?

  “You make me so damn hard that I can’t think about anything else but being inside of you. And every time I touch you, I just want you more. I want to own you, to claim every inch of you. Someday I’m going to fuck your tight ass, and you’re going to love it,” he whispered the dark, erotic promise as his fingertip gently rubbed against my puckered rosebud. “But right now, I want to sink my cock into your sweet little pussy again.”

  “Oh, god.” A wave of lust shot through my system, making me quiver beneath him. I gasped as two of his fingers speared inside of me without warning. Didn’t he know? He already owned me, body and soul.

  “I think you like the sound of that, don’t you, baby? You’re always so damn wet for me. So ready. I love how responsive you are.”

  I was totally easy when it came to him. Hell, his words had me close to coming already. I could feel how easily his fingers slid into my wet pussy, but instead of pushing me over the edge, his slow movements just made me ache for more. I pulled at his hold on my wrists, but he didn’t release me.

  “Gabe, please. Let me—I want to touch you.”

  “No, Layla. This time, you are just going to take what I give you. You’re going to let me fuck you until you come screaming my name.”

  My muscles clenched around his fingers, trying to keep him inside of me, but he pulled free. The sound of the zipper lowering on his jeans was loud in the quiet room, and I silently rejoiced when I felt the full weight of him against my back again. He spread my thighs with his own legs, opening me wide for him. I couldn’t move, but instead of feeling scared, I was panting with anticipation.

  I let out a strangled cry as he suddenly surged deep, his thick cock filling me full. Since our first time together, he had always taken his time when entering me. He was always so careful, even when we were both overwhelmed with passion. Being taken was a whole new experience, and I freaking loved it. His rough penetration pushed me over the edge, and I instantly came, my body shaking as pleasure rolled through me in hard waves.

  “Gabe! Oh, god, Gabe!”

  Usually, he waited for me to ride out my orgasm, or he prolonged it with slow, gentle movements. This time, he didn’t even pause. Finally letting go of my hands, Gabe lifted to his knees and dragged my hips up with him without breaking contact. My hands clutched the comforter as he started thrusting hard and fast, pounding into me from behind.

  I felt the rough fabric of his lowered jeans against my thighs each time he powered into me. His thick cock rubbed against the sensitive nerve endings inside my pussy, and his balls slapped against my clit with each thrust, driving me toward another climax before the first had even faded. My body was tight with tension, and I couldn’t stop the mewling cries that spilled from my lips.

  I felt overwhelmed, completely taken over. Lost in a sea of sensation, all I could do was hold on. My hands clawed at the bedding, then braced against the headboard as his powerful thrusts moved us across the bed.

  Fire coursed through my veins until the white-hot, blinding pleasure exploded inside me. I came so hard I forgot how to breathe. Black spots danced across my vision, and body felt as if it had shattered into a thousand pieces. He surged deep, so deep I felt the head of his cock against my cervix. He growled my name as he ground his hips against my ass and filled me with hot, hard spurts of his semen.

  When my legs would no longer hold me up, I collapsed onto the bed. Gabe followed me down, his thick shaft still buried deep inside of me. I clenched my muscles around him and felt his big body shudder. His head rested on my shoulder, then he pushed my hair away from my face and leaned down to kiss the corner of my mouth. I wanted to kiss him for real, but I couldn’t find the energy to move.

  “You okay, sweetheart?”

  “Mmm,” I murmured.

  “Layla, answer me.”

  Since I heard the concern in his tone, I turned my head so he could see me smile even if I couldn’t manage to open my eyes yet. “Better than okay. I—”

  “I thought I heard—hey, Layla! I didn’t know you were back.”

  Oh, shit! Oh, shit!

  The sound of my roommate’s voice had my head turning so fast I almost smacked Gabe with the back of my head. He muttered a curse, but I had lost the power of speech.

  Why, oh why hadn’t I closed the damn door?

  Standing in the open doorway was Rain, my roommate and the current bane of my existence. She was beautiful in a way that was hard not to envy, with the perfect blend of her father’s Native American heritage and her mother’s Mexican beauty. Her free-spirited nature made her oblivious to how embarrassing her timing was. Instead of leaving or closing the door to give us privacy, she leaned against the doorframe and smiled as if the entire situation were completely normal.

  “Is that Gabe? Of course, it is. I’ve seen enough pictures and sketches of him to recognize him anywhere. Hi, Gabe! I’m Rainbow Wolf, or Rain, Layla’s roommate.”

  “Ah…hello.”

  Hearing his deep voice helped me snap out of my shock. I rushed to say, “Rain, could you—”

  “Layla’s here? Hi, sweetie! We didn’t think we’d get a chance to say hello to you before we left. And my, don’t you have a handsome boyfriend!”

  Oh, sweet god. Rain’s mother was now standing next to her.

  Gabe was still on top of
me, hiding me from view, but I quickly realized that his ass was out there for everyone to see. Reaching behind me, I desperately tried to pull his jeans up, but they wouldn’t budge. As I struggled to pull the comforter over us, he took pity on me and completed the task, covering the lower half of our bodies.

  “That’s Gabe, mom. The guy she’s been crushing on for, like, ever.”

  “Rain!” I cried in protest.

  Her mother smiled at me warmly. “I’m so glad you waited to share your first time with someone you truly care about, Layla. We are so happy for you!”

  It was official…I wanted to die.

  Groaning, I lowered my head to the bed. I wondered if I could smother myself if I pressed my face against the comforter hard enough. I could feel Gabe’s silent laughter and would have tried pushing him off the bed if it wouldn’t have exposed us both.

  “What are you two doing huddled in the doorway? Ah.”

  The sound of Rain’s father’s voice made me groan again. I could never face any of them again. Maybe I could hide in my closet until they left the apartment…left the state.

  “I’m Elan Gray Wolf, and this is my wife, Rosa.”

  “Gabriel Turner. Nice to meet you, sir. Ma’am.”

  Sweet Jesus, why were they introducing themselves so politely as if we were in the parlor about to have tea?

  “We are embarrassing poor Layla,” Elan announced the amusement clear in his tone. “We’ll let you two…finish. Come into the kitchen when you are done. We just brought back a ton of food.”

  “You’re right, dad. Sorry, Layla. We have those tamales you like,” Rain added apologetically.

  “I could eat,” Gabe said easily.

  Unable to look at any of them, I waved my hand, partly in acknowledgment but mostly trying to make them leave. After the door shut, Gabe rolled off of me and pulled me against his side.

  “They seemed nice.”

  “Oh, god,” I moaned, hiding my face against his shoulder. “I can never face them again.”