Gamer Love

by Melissa Lopez

  "Oh my God, Abram!” She stiffened in his embrace. “You have three pit bulls?"

  "No.” His chest rumbled under her palms. “I don't have any pets. Not even an iguana. Jesus, Lindsey, you're fun to tease.” Other than bullshitting with a teammate on occasion, he'd never teased another before. Lindsey's reactions spurred him on. He enjoyed teasing her. This was another interaction he wanted to get used to.

  "Oh, you—"

  He cut her off with a kiss. His tongue flirted until she chased it into his mouth. He groaned. Lust heated his blood turning his hard dick rigid. Her tongue plundered his mouth only to have her lips play greedily over his. The skin on his shoulders, arms, and neck came alive under her exploring hands.

  She took to fondling his chest, stroking her nails across his sensitive nipples.

  His breathing turned ragged. All the while, her sweet tongue fucked his mouth until his balls drew up tight.

  On a shudder of need, he lifted his head. “Do I have time to fuck you before we have to leave?"

  Cynthia and the others had announced they wanted to help Lindsey pick out a dress. And he had an errand of his own to run.

  "Hmm.” She moaned, trying to get closer to his throbbing dick. “How would you take me?"

  "Jesus.” His teeth clenched. How many times on Instant Messenger had he described taking her?

  "Tell me.” Her warm breath panted against his throat. “Make me wetter. Hotter."

  "I wouldn't bother taking our clothes off.” His nostrils flared. “You wearing panties under that skirt?"

  "No.” She ran lingering kisses along his jaw. “My pussy is so swollen."

  His eyelids lowered, blocking out the swirling lights around them. The music faded to echo in the rhythm of his heart. “I'd bend you over whatever I came to first."

  She moaned, gyrating her hips in his hands.

  "I'd pull that skirt up."

  "Would you put a condom on?” Her teeth nipped him, followed by her teasing tongue.

  Jesus. On Instant Messenger, a condom wasn't required. Sweat broke out on his forehead. Pregnancy for a new bride wasn't something he'd risk. Besides, his mamá would pull her stick out again if she thought he'd felt obligated to marry. But still, there was another way ... “No.” He swallowed. “I'd lube my dick up and I'd take you in the ass."

  She gasped.

  He groaned. Her ass would be so damn tight around his hard muscle. It'd squeeze, trying to dislodge him as he worked her back hole over good. “I'd fuck you hard and deep.” His blood beat hot with lust. If it weren't for all the eyes in the sky in Vegas, he'd find a dark corner and fuck her. “Balls deep, I'd finger your clit until you climax."

  "Oh, Abram.” She kissed him. “This is so much better than Instant Messenger."

  "Fuck yeah, it is.” A groan pulled up along his throat. “Come on, I'll make it good for you."

  "I know you will.” Stepping away, she took his hand in hers. “I know you will."

  * * * *

  Back in the room, Lindsey pressed her sensitive body into Abram's hard one. They'd just shared the longest kiss in history. She moaned. “Hurry, hurry.” Her fingers shook as she tried to get his pants undone. “We've got to hurry.” She was supposed to meet Cynthia downstairs in fifteen minutes.

  "Let me.” A kiss buzzed her mouth. “Shit, let me. Bend over."

  "Where?” Her breasts rose and fell on rapid breaths of excitement. Abram was going to feel so good inside her. So hard.

  "Dresser.” She enjoyed the shudders that racked his muscular body. “No, get on your hands and knees on the bed. Oh fuck, I don't care.” His hands shook worse than hers did.

  Her teeth caught her lower lip to fight back a smile. Abram was so eager for her ... A delicious fluttering low in her stomach turned her knees rubbery.

  His cock finally sprang free.

  Instead of simply pulling her skirt up, she slowly removed her blouse. Breathless, she watched his gaze hungrily devour her nude breasts when her bra landed on the floor. To tease him further, she squeezed her breasts and moaned.

  "Lindsey!” A sheen of sweat covered his upper lip. “Oh fuck.” His cock twitched, and he caught the hard length in his hand. “I'm going to shortchange you."

  Seductively, she knelt on the floor to suckle on the head of his hot cock. In that heartbeat, it grew even harder. Her lips worked along the thick muscle.

  White knuckled, he gripped the dresser he leaned back against. His hips arched and he came on an animalistic growl.

  Slurp after slurp, she caught his come until his cock stopped the hot pulses of release.

  Shakily, she climbed to her feet to press along his body.

  "Damn, sorry about that.” His chest heaved as he cupped her face in his rough hands. “I'm off my game. I'm nervous as fuck about the wedding ceremony."

  "Oh.” She kissed first one palm, then the other. “You want to skip the ceremony?"

  "No.” Smiling, he shook his head. “Turn around. I'll make us even."

  Moaning, she did as he wanted. Back flush against him, she relaxed. “My scorecard says you'll still be behind.” Yes, a fact she had only recently discovered, women had it good when it came to multiple orgasms. Abram was a considerate lover.

  He grunted. Slowly, after pulling her skirt up out of the way, he massaged the skin on her thighs and hips before long fingers settled over her swollen pussy.

  She whimpered at the sight of his dark hand on her. The sight excited her like nothing else. She loved the contrast in their skin color. Moaning, she rolled her backside against his semierection. “Oh, maybe you'll be able to fulfill the promise you made downstairs..."

  Abram groaned, his fingers working over her clit. “We don't have time."

  Ignoring his claim, she spread her legs to set about teasing him with her butt.

  "Lindsey...” His hand slipped lower so he could ease to fingers into her dripping hole. His thumb focused on her clit while his hard cock heated the cheeks of her bottom. He was so hard now.

  "Abram ... “—she moaned—” ... make time."

  Wickedly, his fingers played her most sensitive flesh like a fine-tuned instrument. His mouth took to kissing and nuzzling the side of her neck.

  Desperate, on the verge of the abyss, she gulped for air.

  A blissful thrill escalated in her core.

  Pleasure's pulse heightened in her center.

  Climax. It was right there. She enjoyed it straining in her legs, tensing in the arch of her back. Delirious, she cried out at the ecstasy that convulsed outward from her clit. She moaned, trembling under Abram's working fingers.

  "The bed.” He urged her shaky legs to move. “Get on the bed."

  She stumbled to the edge of the bed. On her hands and knees, Abram pushed the head of his cock into her pussy. “Oh...” She dropped her head to the mattress. With maddening stokes, he fucked her tight, clinging pussy. “Oh God, yes.” Hungrily, her inner muscles clutched at his thrusting cock to keep him deep, but instead, he pulled all the way out only to shove ever so slowly back in to his balls.

  His cock felt so good sliding through her sensitive opening. Back and forth, he rocked. In and out, he pumped his stiff muscle. The heavy weight of her breasts swayed on each slap of their bodies. Her extended nipples dragged across the bed on his every stroke.

  Rough hands gripped her hips, marking them, while he grunted and groaned working her pussy over.

  Liquid arousal poured from her as pleasure tightened in her body. So hot for what he did to her, she whimpered at the feel of her juices flowing down her thighs. “Oh, Abram."

  He rolled his hips, boring into her, much as he had her life, like a corkscrew.

  Lindsey whimpered, loving what he was doing. Loving how he made her feel. Want. Need. Lust. Love. “Abram...” Her fingers knotted in the blanket.

  He groaned, only to fuck her harder. Faster. As his thrusts turned brutal, he propelled her toward the climax brewing hotly in her center.

  She reache
d down with her own hand and rubbed at her clit for a moment or two. Then, with effort, she stretched her hand down more to catch his balls as his cock plowed in and out of her hole. The muscles in her arm and shoulder ached. But she didn't care; she wanted to feel his sac.

  "Lindsey!” He settled balls deep. They were so tight in her palm. So warm. “Jesus, Lindsey."

  "My pussy is so wet.” She moaned. “I'm so needy.” Her pussy clutched at his buried muscles. “Please..."

  "Jesus, Lindsey.” Urgently, he set about fucking her harder. His rigid cock hammered into her dripping hole. On every stroke, it sucked to keep him where it belonged, in her depths.

  Pleasure humming fiercely, she went back to her extended clit. As he fucked her, she brought herself to a gratifying orgasm. She screamed as her body strained in the throes of passion.

  From behind, Abram worked his cock until he groaned on a final arch of his hips. His cock pulsed in climax.

  When she came down, she enjoyed his heavy breathing on her bare shoulder.

  A knock sounded at the door, causing them both to hold their breath. “Hey, I've given you ten extra minutes. We're going to be late if we don't get a move on.” Cynthia's voice didn't sound the least bit annoyed.

  Lindsey giggled. “I'm coming.” Tiny convulsions within her walls continued to twitch on their heat wave.

  Abram eased away and slapped her on her butt. “Hush, woman."

  "Be right there!” Her amusement grew, and she shifted around to see Abram adjust his jeans. A flush lay just under his dark skin. “Are you embarrassed because of almost being caught?"

  "Woman, I'm conservative."

  "After you asked me to pierce my nipples and shave myself?” Her cheeks hurt from smiling.

  "That was different,” His long lashes lowered.

  "Oh my God, am I marrying a Republican?” Her laugh burst forth, causing her to roll over.

  "Hey, Republicans tend to give more funding to the Armed Forces.” He tapped his chest. “Ex-Marine Corps, Border Patrol now, remember?"

  "Oh, Abram.” She laughed happily as she scrambled off the bed. Hugging him, she planted a kiss on his beautiful mouth. “I'm so happy right now."

  "Me too.” He winked. “Now, get out of here."

  * * * *

  Abram flexed his fingers after paying the tattoo artist.

  A wedding band design with Lindsey's name inked into it now circled his ring finger. For the rest of his life, he'd look down and have Lindsey with him.

  Jesus, he was about to become a married man.

  A husband.

  This had been the way to go. Not a chance of some rotten bastard cutting his finger off for a strap of gold if he ever went down in the field. While from time to time, he worked with a partner, for just as much time his ass was in the middle of nowhere with just himself and people who wanted him dead. Now while he understood the reasoning behind the different types of criminals he dealt with ... dead was still dead. He'd learned a long time ago, criminals would take whatever opportunity given them. He'd not give them the chance to take Lindsey's ring from him. He'd hold on to it. Always. He blew out a breath. Married...

  The artist had done a nice job on the ring.

  When the guy offered him the change, Abram waved it away. “Keep it."

  "Thanks, man.” The guy nodded. “Good luck."

  After a nod of his head, he left the tattoo shop to suck in a deep breath. No sooner did he step to the edge of the sidewalk than a stretch limousine pulled up alongside him.

  Cynthia climbed out. “What'd you do, get a tat of Lindsey's name on that cute tush of yours?"

  "Hell, no.” He wiggled his fingers, exposing his ring for her to look at.

  "Oh honey, she'll love that.” She grinned. “Turn around so I can blindfold you. Can't have you seeing the bride before it's time."

  Reluctantly, he did as she instructed.

  The game plan was Lindsey would be inside the limo in her wedding dress the women had helped her pick out. And although the ceremony was rushed, Cynthia had reminded them some traditions should still be followed. Like the groom not seeing the bride until they got in front of the man who'd perform the ceremony.

  Unable to see, he climbed inside the car. The surroundings erupted with laughter and chatter from several voices. Besides Lindsey, he counted five females. One wore very heavy perfume.

  Thankfully, Lindsey slid right up to him. “Let me see. Let me see.” Her hands roamed over his shoulders.

  "Here.” He raised his hand.

  "Oh my God, Abram ... It's a wedding band.” He heard the growing emotion in her voice.

  He swallowed. This had been the best move of his life. Asking Lindsey to be his wife.

  "Why didn't you tell me?"

  "I had to have something to do while you shopped."

  "Oh honey, own it.” Cynthia's nudged his knee. “That tattoo is romantic."

  "I could get a matching one."

  "No.” A tattoo wasn't something he'd ever influence her over. The piercing could be removed. Damn, he wasn't even sure if nipple rings would leave small scars or not. Her crotch hair could grow back. A tattoo was a whole different matter.

  "You're against women having tattoos?” Lindsey held his hand.

  Complete silence ruled the space in the car.

  They were all waiting for him to answer her. He chuckled. “I don't want to be married to the scaled lizard woman, but I won't mind if you decide to put a tattoo on your body.” He shrugged.

  "That's good, honey.” Cynthia nudged his knees again. “Because while you were in there, she was down the street getting ‘Abram's piece of ass’ tattooed on her backside."

  Growling, he made a grab for the blindfold, only to stop at the women's laughter.

  "I did not!” Lindsey hugged his arm.

  He snorted, amused at his own reaction. He then relaxed and listened to the women joke and tease Lindsey. The ride was a short one. When the car stopped, he was first to climb out. The ladies followed and Lindsey kept a hold on his arm. He could hear the women laughing over the drive thru window. He shook his head. Obvious none of them had been to Sin City before.

  Lindsey finally took pity on him and removed the blindfold. His breath caught. She'd chosen an off-the-shoulder, white wedding gown. “You're lovely."

  Her green gaze sparkled. “Thank you."

  Nerves knotted in his gut. He took her hand in his as he leaned over to whisper in her ear. “I love you."

  "Oh, Abram.” She gasped, only to have her lower lip quiver. “I've loved you since the first night you said hello to me privately on Instant Messenger."

  He groaned. “Lindsey.” He'd been crazy about her before that night. He'd fallen head over heels for her while in public chat. She'd been so fucking sweet. He clasped her beautiful face in his shaking hand. “Lindsey, I want you to be completely sure about this ... about becoming Mrs. Abram Rios."

  "I am.” She kissed him. “Oh, I am."

  "I promise to always treasure, admire, and celebrate you."

  "Oh, Abram..."

  "May our bond grow stronger from this day forward.” He used his thumbs to wipe her cheeks.

  Another kiss lingered on her lips until she was breathless.

  "Oh honey, you should've saved that for in front of the minister.” Cynthia passed Lindsey a tissue.

  Huge tears rolled down Lindsey's face.

  His chest constricted at the sight. “Hey, don't cry."

  "My brain is mush right now. I can't think of a pretty thing to say.” Another tear slipped down her cheek.

  He wrapped his arm around her, doing his best not to pull on the veil she wore and then winked at her. “Remember, I have a demanding career. I work well under pressure."

  "I love you, Abram.” A half laugh shook her shoulders. “I love you."

  "That's all I want to hear.” He winked over at Cynthia and the other women. “Though hearing her say love, honor, and obey..."

  "Oh, you.” Lindsey
elbowed him, earning a grunt.

  She wiped her eyes a final time. “Why are we not in front of the window yet?"

  Hand and hand, they made their way to the waiting minister.

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  Chapter Five

  Lindsey's world spun along with the lights of the dance floor. Married. She'd gotten married. Ablaze with excitement, she clung to Abram.

  His warm lips trailed along the column of her throat to send passion streamlining its way to her center. Her heart pounded.

  Married. She whimpered. In a ceremony that had taken less than twenty minutes, she'd become this gorgeous man's wife.

  Abram kept them moving, his big body gyrating against hers. Her breasts swelled, trying to get closer to the friction of his body. Shockwaves of desire shook her as a craving to strip, not caring where they were, knotted low in her belly. She burned up from the sensations he inspired.

  Finally, his lips moved back to coax her into a kiss. He nibbled and teased with a seductive play of his lips. With his hands holding her close, she moaned, aching in mindless wonder. He didn't let up. Over and over, his lips plucked at her mouth, his tongue doing no more than sampling a taste now and then.

  His breathing turned harsh, but all he did was tease her to distraction.

  She wanted to taste him ... wanted to relish his flavor. Most of all, she wanted to quench the thirst he caused.

  "Abram.” Her hands grasped his face. “Stop teasing me."

  On a groan, he lifted his head. “We need to get back to the table.” He pressed his mouth to hers. “Your friends are waiting."

  "My vote is we say good night."

  "Nope.” He gave a shake of his head. “This is our wedding night, and you deserve a party."

  She sighed and rested her head against his shoulder to tuck her nose into his neck. Inhaling, she took his scent in deep. She loved how he smelled. Again, she sighed. She loved how he treated her. She lifted her head. “Okay.” The impromptu party wasn't for her, it was for them.

  With his fingers in her hand, they headed back to the table where her friends sat.

  Abram never got a chance to sit. One of the girls stood up. “Do you mind if I dance with your husband?"