by Lyssa Cole
Hmm, that doesn’t sound like a bad idea.
Alicia lets go of my hand and slides her jacket on, digging a hat out of the side pocket. She glides it down over her curls and throws me a sexy smile. My cock twitches, and I swallow over the lump that suddenly appears in my throat.
“Ready?” Alicia hums and continues walking to my truck.
I hurry ahead of her and open her door, offering my hand to help her in. My eyes shift down to her long sexy legs, the black lace stockings making my mouth water.
I picture wrapping them around my waist as my fingers glide over the soft skin. My cock hardens as my fantasy takes over, and I look away before shutting the door. I walk slowly around the truck, gulping down air.
Picture an old woman naked, quick!
I pull my beanie off and run my hands through my hair, sucking down the cold air. Once in the truck, I start the engine and sneak a glance at Alicia, her fingers flying over the screen of her phone.
“Ahem.” I clear my throat.
She looks up. “Mm?” The phone disappears in her purse, and a ping of jealousy rushes through me.
Cool it.
“I was thinking of driving into downtown Buffalo and trying out a new restaurant that just opened.”
Alicia nods. “The Italian place? I’ve heard it’s good.”
I nod and take off, tuning to a local station playing the top hits.
We make small talk as we discuss the movies and TV shows we both like. I enjoy listening to her, my nerves melting away as her voice soothes me. We arrive at the restaurant just as she’s finishing telling me about the new Netflix show she’s currently binging.
Our dinner goes smooth, our conversation light and easy. It’s as if we’ve known each other for a long time, like old pals. Dessert arrives, and we share a second bottle of wine and a huge slice of chocolate mousse cake. I feed her spoonfuls and laugh when I smear it on her face, which gets me my own face full of cake.
It’s been one of the best nights of my life, and I haven’t been able to bring up the case yet. I don’t want to ruin this good night.
As I finish paying the bill with the waiter, Alicia’s phone dances on the table. She looks down and then glances at me.
“I need to take this.” She grabs her phone and hurries in the direction of the bathroom.
A few minutes later, she’s back, her face red.
“What’s wrong? Did something happen?”
She shakes her head, the light mood from earlier gone. “It’s nothing. Thanks for the wonderful evening. I hate to end the date like this, but I need to head home. Something’s come up.”
Her eyes dart away and my heart free falls into my stomach. I stand and offer her my arm.
“Let’s get you home then.”
The car ride home is quiet. It’s driving me insane.
We had an amazing night, full of laughter, and now this. Who in the hell called her? Why such a sudden mood change? If anything, it pisses me off. Guess I should make good use of the time.
“How long have you been working at the salon?”
“Just a couple months. Why?”
I shrug. “Just curious. What about at the adoption center?”
“About the same.”
I nod. Interesting. She hasn’t been there long. I wonder why the change. “What were you doing before?”
She crosses her arms. “What’s with all the questions, Gabe?”
Shrugging my shoulders, I glance at her from the corner of my eye. “Making conversation, is all.”
“I’ve questions for you, too, you know,” she teases. Her arms are still crossed, but her face tells me differently. Her lip is curled in as she fights to hold in her smile.
I don’t say anything as I drive, and she continues.
“So, tell me, Gabe, why are you looking around at the shelter to adopt? A single man looking to adopt? Or are you married? What’s your deal?”
Shit.
“It’s complicated.”
Alicia rolls her eyes and looks out the window. “Complicated, my ass. More like lies on top of lies.” Her words come out in a half whisper.
“What? I’m not lying to you. It is complicated. Very fucking complicated.” I pull into the driveway and kill the lights. She unbuckles quickly, her hand already fumbling to open the door. “Wait, Alicia, please.”
She whirls back around. “What?”
Women. Damn them and their dramatics.
“I’m sorry about whatever happened earlier on the phone. I wasn’t trying to annoy you with the questions. Dinner was a great time, and it sucks we had to end the night already, but I understand shit happens.”
Her eyes soften, and she bites her lip. After a few moments, she drops her hands into her lap. “I’m sorry, too. You didn’t deserve my attitude. It’s just my mom…” Her voice quivers and a few tears roll down her cheeks.
My heart lurches, and I reach over, pulling her into me. I hate seeing women cry. It breaks my heart to know she’s hurting and I can’t fix it. Just like I couldn’t fix my mom. I hated seeing her cry, hated seeing her so afraid of people in our own family.
Alicia pulls back slowly, but my grip on her tightens. I don’t want to let her go. Her sweet breath glides over my face, and I drink in her scent again, not able to get enough.
She blinks a few times, and my eyes fall to her lips. A mouth I so desperately want to taste.
Without another thought, I crash my lips to hers, and my mind goes blank. All I want is more.
More, more, more.
Her taste, her touch, she’s intoxicating and I can’t get enough.
We kiss and kiss as if we’ve been starved for affection for years.
It’s frantic and wild and crazy, and for fuck’s sake, I can’t get enough.
The need to claim her, to make her mine is so strong, it’s overwhelming.
All my thoughts turn possessive, and I ache to be inside her.
“Gabe,” she whispers as I trail hot kisses down her throat, her own hands digging their way under my shirt and over my washboard stomach. She gasps when her fingers feel the ridges, and I moan as my cock presses against my pants.
“Come inside,” she whispers, grabbing at my chest while I nip her neck.
I lean back and stare at her face, her lips swollen and her cheeks flushed. Fuck, she’s beautiful.
“My mom and aunt left. The house is empty.” Her eyes search mine as she waits for an answer. Of course, every bone in my body wants to come inside. But I don’t want her to regret this in the morning. Whatever happened earlier needs her attention.
“What about your phone call from earlier?” I ask as I clench my fists. The need for me to take her onto my lap burns fierce inside me.
“It can wait,” she whispers, but she doesn’t seem so sure.
I run my hand along her cheek and brush my thumb along her plump lips. “Only if you’re sure.”
She nods and scrambles out of the truck, making a beeline for the door. I follow behind, my eyes hazy with lust as we hurry inside.
Chapter 11
Alicia
The house is dark and quiet. I lock the door behind us and move into the living room, Gabe hot on my heels. His hands grab at my legs, and I giggle and push them away. He growls and snakes his hands around my waist as he licks my neck.
I should check on my mom.
I should call Aunt Mel.
But right now, I can’t. I just want Gabe.
A distraction.
An escape.
We tumble onto the couch, all hands and mouths, heat pouring from both of us.
Without warning, Gabe stands up, hovering above me.
“Get on your knees,” Gabe demands.
I swallow past the lump in my throat, my heart thumping in my chest. “No.”
Gabe’s eyes flash. “Don’t tell me no.” He leans down over me, placing both hands on either side of my head on the back of the couch. We stare at each other, our breathing heavy and shallow.
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He grasps both sides of my face and before I can protest, he crushes his lips to mine, forcing them open with his tongue. His hands work their way into my hair, his fingers wrapping around the curly strands.
He breaks the kiss as he pushes my head back, his hands pulling my hair. I gasp as his warm tongue licks my neck, his movements precise, sucking and nibbling all over my skin.
I shiver as pulses of heat shoot straight down my core. Fuck, I could orgasm from his kiss.
The kisses stop, and I groan, instantly missing his warmth. My eyes find his, his hands still woven into my hair.
“Get on your knees,” Gabe whispers against my lips, and I shake my head.
Who in the hell does he think he is? I’m not dropping to my knees just because he says so.
Gabe slides his hands down over my shoulders and under my arms. In a second, I’m lifted off the ground, my feet dangling helplessly as Gabe tosses me over his shoulder.
I yelp, the butterflies suddenly caught in a tornado. I try to move, but it’s no use. Gabe slaps my ass and carries me away from the living room and up the stairs.
“If you don’t want to be a good girl and listen, you’ll be punished.” He slaps my ass again as his feet find my bedroom.
I shriek, my own hands slapping his rock-hard ass. He doesn’t even flinch. “I don’t have to listen to you,” I snap. God, he makes my blood boil yet hot at the same time.
Gabe tosses me onto the bed, my body bouncing on the soft mattress. Before I can scramble away, he’s crawling up my body. He grabs both of my wrists with one hand and pins them above my head. I blink in surprise.
“Can’t get away, can you, babe?” Gabe growls before running his tongue along my jaw and up to my ear.
I buck beneath him, but it’s no use.
I itch to touch him. I close my eyes as he drives me wild with his tongue. I’ve yet to see him naked but damn, do I want to. I’ve pictured it every damn day since I laid eyes on him. His fitted shirt hugs every defined muscle, and I know there’s a six-pack under there. His biceps bulge with each move he makes, and I’m sure he can bench press an impressive number.
“Are you ready to get on your knees now?” His hot breath tickles my ear, and I bite back a moan. I’m so turned on, I’ll do anything at this point.
“Will you get on your knees for me?” I whisper.
He stills, and my eyes fly open, his handsome face smirking down at me.
“My little spitfire. You drive me fucking crazy.” Gabe breathes before capturing my mouth in a deep kiss.
I lose my thoughts as his mouth assaults my own, his kisses perfect and skilled. When he moves away, I gasp for air, craving more of his warmth.
He drags his face down, moving between my breasts as his free hand pushes my dress down, his fingers trailing along my bra. When his finger tweaks my nipple over the fabric, I jump. His long arm still has my hands pinned down, but if he keeps moving south, he’ll no longer reach.
Gabe licks around my breasts and pushes my bra down as his tongue follows. He easily slides my breasts out of each cup, their large, round shape earning a low growl.
“Such gorgeous pink nipples,” Gabe whispers against my skin before he grabs one into his mouth, sucking hard.
I moan and wiggle. I need to touch him, feel his hot skin.
I moan louder, and Gabe’s hand releases me, sliding down to cup my breast. I don’t waste any time before my hands find his shoulders, my fingers digging in as I arch my back. My fingertips travel over his broad shoulders, the hard muscle flexing.
Down his back, over his sides, my fingers find his front, his defined abs solid. He shivers beneath me, grinding against my leg.
I can’t help myself. I reach down, his large bulge begging for attention. As soon as I make contact, Gabe pulls away, his hands gripping my waist as he flips us over quickly. My legs straddle him, his cock pushing against my pussy. He sits up and wraps his arms around me.
We’re both still fully clothed, a thin layer of cotton between us. I wrap my arms around his neck, my fingers trailing along his hairline, the cut neat and even from me. With bated breath and no words, our mouths crash together, our tongues colliding.
Gabe moves his hips below me, his hard cock rubbing hard against my wet heat. My hands roam his hair as his explore my back, running down to cup my ass.
Feverish kisses, hot, hungry hands, and a steady rocking back and forth against each other has my head spinning.
We’re like two teenagers, afraid to take it further, but unable to get enough of each other.
It’s erotic and hot, a goddamn river of fire running between us, around us, consuming us.
Fuck, it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever done.
And I can’t get enough.
All thoughts of my troubles fade far, far away…
Gabe
She’s amazing. Gorgeous. A fucking sassy stunning woman who won’t listen to what I say.
I fucking love it.
We buck against each other like horny kids in the darkened back seat of a car. I’m not sure I can stand it much longer.
I want her naked.
I want her naked beneath me, in all her fucking beauty.
Begging on her knees in front of me.
Her pouty lips and unruly curls brushing against my stomach as she looks up at me. It needs to happen.
I break our kiss, my forehead touching hers as we pant together, gasping for air.
Do I go easy on her? I like dominance, control. Other women would be begging on their knees in front of me. But this woman…she tells me no, and it only makes me want her more.
Our eyes lock as our movements slow. “Why are you so difficult? Just bend for me, baby. Easy enough.”
She blinks, her tongue peeking out between her swollen lips. “I’ll get down on my knees when I want to. Not because you tell me to.”
I growl in response and flip her back onto the bed, keeping her legs locked tight around me. I lean up on my knees and raise her hips, her back arching up. Gripping her ass, I grind into her, my hard length rubbing on her heat. I hit her sweet spot as I grind harder, thrusting and rubbing. A low moan escapes Alicia’s lips as she throws her head back against the pillow, her hands gripping the sheets.
I don’t stop. I keep grinding, my hands kneading her ass. Her cries grow louder as her legs begin to shake. That’s when I let go of her legs, her body falling to the bed. Her eyes dart to mine and narrow into slits as she scrunches up her nose.
“Why did you stop?” She pants, and I smirk.
“To do this.” I slide her dress all the way down over her hips and yank it off. Her sheer black thigh-high stockings and her matching black lace panties have me groaning as I run my hands up her smooth legs. The legs I’ve wanted to touch all night.
I run my hands over her skin, her ass, and over the front, my fingers finding her wetness. “Oh, you’re ready, baby, so ready.”
Alicia groans in response, wiggling beneath me. I slip her panties off, her pussy trimmed and clean. She tries to close her legs and block my view, but I stop her, my hand pushing her legs apart.
“Don’t be shy, babe. You’re fucking gorgeous.”
I trail my nose up her thigh, running my mouth along her smooth nylons. I breathe in her scent before burying my face between her legs. I rub my face against the lace of her stockings, moaning as I inhale, desperate for a taste. With one hand, spread her legs wide and lick up her seam. She cries out, which pushes me further. I lick and suck at her clit and don’t stop until she bursts around me, her legs shaking.
I could eat her out for hours. I lick my lips as I lean up, watching her ride out the remainder of her orgasm.
Her hands reach up and grip my biceps, pulling me up, while her legs swing around me, locking into place. “Fuck me, Gabe. Make me scream and forget my own name.”
Those words. They run over me and through me, my mind slipping into a haze. I quickly unzip my own pants and push them down. My jeans fall over m
y ass, my boxers going with them. Alicia pushes them down further with her feet, and my cock springs free. My shirt and her bra are off next, our naked bodies now pressed together.
I rub it against Alicia’s belly, down close to her pussy and back up. Reaching over, I grab the condom from my pant pocket and tear it open before sliding it on. I lean down, my hands framing her face, while I line myself up. Kissing all over her face, I rub my body against hers, needing to feel her skin. I devour her mouth, her lips still swollen.
Pushing myself inside, I sink in slowly, inch by inch, and she takes me in, adjusting to the size. We both groan into each other’s mouths, the pleasure, the fullness, all of it so heady and delicious. Slow at first, I pump in and out, our movements in sync. It’s as if she was made for me, our bodies fitting together like a perfect puzzle.
My pace quickens as our want for each other spins out of control. Hands, mouths, teeth—we can’t get enough as we fuck each other silly.
I don’t know how long my mind in a fuzzy fog, but it goes on forever. And not long enough. Like it’s our last night together.
That’s only the beginning. I spend the night, and we fuck for hours, our bodies never sated enough. We rest and feed each other in between, but most of the night has me spent inside her.
When we finally fall asleep hours later, my exhaustion keeps the darkness out. The thoughts of tomorrow, of Alicia, of what it brings. It all drives me batty, but ironically, Alicia helps keep those thoughts away. Have I finally found something besides sleep to keep the ugly in my head out?
I don’t fucking know, but this girl could seriously fuck me up.
My tender heart is not easily played.
I have to watch out. And so does she.
Chapter 12
Alicia
I hear a faint buzzing noise and reach my hand out to feel around the sheets. The space next to me is empty and cold, my phone vibrating in the middle of the spot. Pushing the sheet off my head, I squint in the faint morning light.
