His mouth went dry at the sight of the neatly trimmed triangle of curls. Not denying himself a moment longer, Gideon sank to his stomach and buried his nose into the short springy curls. Finding the hot little bud of nerves half-concealed beneath the vulnerable hood, Gideon whispered words of love against it, glancing up to watch in fascination as Jade stirred and moaned. Keeping one arm wrapped under and around her thigh, he used his other hand to spread her folds, revealing his prize fully. Gideon's mouth watered at the sight, and the last thread of his control splintered.
Searing beautiful heat rocketed up and through her body, forcing Jade to step down from the plains of slumber. Opening her eyes with a moan, she blinked into the darkness around her when she felt the gentle wet tug between her legs, sending another white-hot arc of pleasure through her. Looking down, Jade let out a small cry as she met Gideon's amber eyes in the dark. Like a feasting wolf, he raised his head just enough, suckling her labia between his flash of white teeth. Dropping her head to the pillow, Jade felt her soul cry out in thanks. She had wanted him to the point of pain when they finally stopped kissing and reluctantly pledged to sleep. Her body had burned, and her mind screamed for his touch, and now here he was. Opening her legs wider for him, she reached down and speared her fingers through his hair as he increased his ministrations. Like a feral beast, he lapped and ate at her flesh, making little wet sounds as she mewled and writhed beneath him. Close, the edge of her climax was pressing hot and desperate against her, and her moans turned into rising little screams.
Pulling away from her, Gideon gave her a wicked smile at her sound of disappointment. His mouth was still gleaming from her sex, he covered her lips with his. Curling against her tongue, giving her a taste of herself, Gideon explored her mouth as he untied his pants and pushed them down his hips with her help. Breaking away from each other, they quickly divested her of her shirt and bra until their naked bodies were pressed close, him nestled between her open legs.
"Please," she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck once more.
Grabbing her hand, Gideon wrapped her fingers around the hot flesh of his shaft, and they both let out a groan. Knowing what he wanted, Jade guided the fat head of his cock to her wet entrance and paused. Suddenly unsure, she looked at him, and Gideon could see the nervous inexperience in her hazel gaze. Leaning down, he pressed her deeper into the pillows and kissed her soundly, encouraging her to focus on the duel his tongue had set while he guided the blunt head forward into the soft gate of her femininity. Jade stiffened beneath him as the thick cap of his cock pushed through the tight entrance, and Gideon paused.
Placing kisses down her neck and along her jaw, he stopped at her ear. "Hold onto me," he instructed.
With torturous control, he waited until her arms shakily wrapped around him once more. Bracing his head against her shoulder, he surged his hips forward, breaking through her body’s resistance and eliciting a tiny gasp from her throat. The pain of her nails digging into his back entwined itself with the heady molten heat around his cock. Ignoring her little sounds of protest, Gideon pulled his hips back as he pushed his arms out straight, hovering above her. Fear and desire met his gaze, and he could feel himself becoming lost.
Moving in a silent rhythm, the tension in Jade's body began to decrease, and little strangled sounds began to pull from her throat. Rocking beneath Gideon's heavy weight, she held onto his shoulders as every thrust inside of her became more and more forceful. With her legs splayed to either side to accommodate his pumping hips, Jade felt deliciously and deliriously assaulted. With each deep thrust, the bedsprings creaked, and her cries escalated. Lifting herself to meet him, she heard Gideon let out a deep grunt in response. Shifting, he placed both hands under her ass and leaned back onto his haunches, lifting her to meet his driving force.
"What if I told you I had Jade's birth-control swapped for placebos when you first arrived?" Dimitri's voice broke into their haze of passion, and for the first time, Jade realized the earpiece was in her ear. "Would you still come inside of her?"
"Gideon," Jade cried, feeling that familiar building crescendo again inside of her at the man's dark words.
Oh God, she wanted him to cum inside of her, she thought. She wanted his children, she always had.
Moving faster, Gideon groaned in reply, surging desperately inside of her again and again, his grunts meeting her shrieking cries.
"Say my name Jade," Dimitri demanded in their ears. "Thank the man who gave you both exactly what you each dreamed of. Thank me as you take his dick."
Jade's eyes rolled back in her head as her breasts jiggled violently at Gideon's deeper thrust. Looking up at him, she could see the flash of anger and need shine back in his eyes, and she reached for him. Running her fingers through his silky, wavy hair, she pulled him down until his forehead was pressed against her shoulder.
"Thank you," she moaned aloud, her words hitching with each bounce of her breasts as Gideon drove even angrier into her body. "Thank you, Dimitri," she sobbed the man's name as the pleasure became unbearable.
"Thank me for making your brother fuck you and letting him come deep inside of you," Dimitri's tone was so tight it sounded as if he were gritting his teeth.
"Oh God, Jade, don't," Gideon begged deeply into her shoulder, pulling at her hips tighter, and she knew the filthy taboo words would send both men and herself over the edge.
Bracing her palms onto Gideon's chest, she met his frenzied gaze and tilted her head back, and repeated the words. "Thank you-" her voice ended on a sharp note as Gideon thrusted brutally deep inside of her, their flesh slapping together. Determined to get the words out, she took a deep, ragged breath and began breathlessly again. "Thank you, Dimitri, for letting my brother fuck me," she cried aloud. "Thank you for letting him fill me with cum."
All at once, her body broke under the assault, and her mouth opened in a silent cry as her body rippled under the intense culmination of pleasure.
Hot seed coated her womb as Gideon stiffened with a shout.
"Fuck," both men groaned in her ear.
Chapter 17
"Gideon, don't," Jade cried feebly as his big hands spanned her waist and hoisted her up against the bathroom wall. "I said, I was sorry!"
Positioning himself at her wet entrance, Gideon nudged forward until she felt the blunt tip of his cock push into her slick entrance. Hooking one of her legs around his waist, Jade spread her other leg wider, accepting his girth despite her protest until he entered her with a deep groan. All night, he had made her pay for her actions, only allowing her a few hours here and there of sleep before he was turning her onto her stomach and lifting her hips to drive into her again.
"When I can get the sound of another man's name from your lips from my mind, then I will stop," he growled harshly in her ear.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed his temple before whispering soft, breathy cries of love against his hair as he began lifting and dropping her on his length. The strength of his thick biceps curled into massive knots at her sides only made her wetter. Jade grasped one bicep in her hand, reveling in the rippling motion of the muscles working beneath her hand as he moved her body against him.
Moving faster Gideon's sounds became animalistic as she felt him nearing them towards the edge. Thinking of Dimitri's words last night and the text message she got this morning, she pressed Gideon's face tighter against her bare breasts, shuddering at the feel of him taking a nipple between his teeth.
"I wish what he said was true," she gasped as the head of his cock pounded against her cervix. Dropping her own weight to make sure the tip of it kissed at her womb with each thrust, she let her head fall back against the tile wall as she rode him. "I want your babies, Gideon, I want to be pregnant."
"Oh fuck—fuck" Gideon gave a hoarse shout before reaching down to finger her clit.
Hot warmth shot inside of her as her body clenched tightly around him, milking him for every offered drop. With a few muttered curses, he
jerked her limp body a few more times against him until the tremors subsided through them. Eventually, after minutes of shared ragged breaths, he let her sink to the floor on unsteady feet, and Gideon wrapped his arms around her. That morning Dimitri had sent her a text stating he did not actually mess with her birth control, and Jade couldn't help but find herself a little disappointed by the fact. Reading her thoughts, Gideon pushed back her hair and tilted her head back, placing a kiss on each eyelid.
"I love you, sweetheart, and we will have kids, but not now, ok?" Seeing her frown, he placed another consoling kiss on her pouty lips. "Right now, we got to figure out our own future and get us both through college. Once we're done and settled, I promise I'll fill you up," he gave her a wicked grin that only made her want to have him again.
When did she become so greedy?
Nodding, she took his hand and began to lead him to the shower.
Glancing at the digital clock shining through the mirror's silver surface Gideon gave her a cautionary look. "We have got less than an hour to shower—only shower," he added in warning, giving her a pointed look, "and to pack and leave here by noon. I don't want to give that…man," he paused, stopping himself from calling Dimitri a foul name, and Jade couldn’t help but laugh at his obvious restraint. "…any other excuse to fuck with us."
Nodding again, she grabbed his other hand and pulled him into the shower with her, giving him an innocent smile varnished with devious intent.
They were nearly late, a fact Gideon reminded her about no less than ten times as they strolled through the front doors of the hotel. Glad to be finally free, though secretly a little grateful for the experience, Jade followed Gideon to a taxi. Earlier, they had gotten a call from the mechanic telling them their truck was ready for pickup, but Gideon surprised her. Instructing the guy that they will come by tomorrow to pick it up, Gideon had ignored her questions and told her he had something else in mind for that day.
Sitting in the taxi, Jade watched as the black and gold hotel eventually loomed out of sight, taken over by other gigantic and ornate hotels as they passed them down the Las Vegas Strip. They had survived the Elysium, something she had every doubt of happening when they first got the cryptic note. Now, here she was sitting next to the man she loved in a completely different light than they were days before. All thanks to one foolish mistake and one very twisted man. Looking out the windows at the passing hotels, she smiled. Even in the daylight without all the lights, the strip was still lively as ever. People flowed in both directions down the street, their hands filled with bags and various frozen drinks nearly as tall as them. Beyond them, fountains gushed, and music played over the neon billboards, each one vying for people's attention. Making a swinging turn down a small driveway, the taxi stopped. Looking out the window, Jade's heart stopped at the sight of the building. Looking back to Gideon, he gave her a rare sheepish smile before handing a few bills to the driver. Urging her out of the car, they waited until the taxi pulled away, and they stood alone in front of the white chapel. It was a wedding hall.
"I called them this morning while you slept, to make an appointment," Gideon began, his eyes darting nervously to hers and to the white doors of the chapel. Taking her hands into his, Gideon gave her a searching look. "That is…if you want to," he said, letting the unspoken question hang in the air between them.
Tears welled in Jade’s eyes, and she shook her head, and she felt his grasp around her hands tighten.
"Oh no, I mean yes," she rushed with a tremulous laugh shaking her head again as she realized how she sounded. Smiling through her tears, she leaned her head against his chest and cried happily. "I just can't believe this is all happening. I'm…I'm so happy Gideon," she explained, feeling the tension in his body ease, and his arms come around her, wrapping her tight against him. Sighing with a bliss she could never put into words, she said the words they had both been waiting for. "Yes, please marry me."
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Standing in the private dressing room dedicated to grooms, Gideon looked through the meager assortment of offered tuxes in his size. Most were either wildly tacky or for tall but portlier men. Stopping at the only one that seemed to be a viable option, Gideon dubiously eyed the tag's stated length of the pants.
"A man should have a tailor-made suit on his wedding day of all days," a voice behind him drawled.
Spinning around towards the familiar and dreaded voice, Gideon stood deathly still as he watched Dimitri walk languidly into the room. With a black garment bag draped over his right shoulder, only secured by the hook of his finger, the man's relaxed posture and lazy smile made it seem as if he were just taking a casual stroll. Only having seen the blonde bastard the one time in person, the man's lean good looks were forever twisted and marred in Gideon's mind. Now all Gideon could think of when he looked into the man's calculating blue eyes was the sound of his smooth voice whispering lurid commands in his and Jade's ears as the man watched.
Gideon scowled. "What are you doing here?"
Not looking at him, Dimitri's eyes scanned the faux wood paneling of the dressing room and the various other gaudy designs that tried too hard to convey a sense of manliness. "Stopping by to witness this joyous occasion you failed to invite me to," he answered, stopping to frown at the giant taxidermy bear standing in the corner of the room.
A scathing retort died on Gideon's tongue as he suddenly thought of Jade in the dressing room across from his.
Sliding those arctic blue eyes away from the bear, Dimitri caught his expression and smiled. "Don't worry, Jade is just fine. She should be receiving a garment box from the owner's wife as we speak."
Swinging the garment bag from over his shoulder, Dimitri held it out to Gideon.
Staring at the black bag, Gideon's mind raced as he tried to find the trick behind the man's actions. Recalling the first time they met in the hotel's casino, Gideon shot the blonde mobster a narrowed look. "And your goon, Dominic?" he questioned, praying the thug wasn't here or at least nowhere near Jade.
Dimitri chuckled and took another step forward, still holding the garment bag. Seeing little choice, Gideon accepted the proffered bag.
"Dominic is outside sulking by the entrance. I have to say I have never seen him this disappointed. But who can blame him? Jade—your soon to be wife—just makes a man want her with those shy, cat-like eyes and round face. There is something maddening about the way she only looks to you, her complete and utter devotion so evident on her freckled face. It makes men like Dominic and myself envious enough to want to take her for ourselves,” he sighed with contrived wistfulness.
Gideon felt his insides twist with sickening rage at the image his words summoned. "I would kill you both," and he heard the darkness in his own voice.
Dimitri smiled and shook his head in a way that only fueled Gideon's temper further. Despite his obvious youth, there was something old and hardened about the blonde, like someone who had seen and done too much in life.
Sitting down on the worn, brown leather sofa, Dimitri looked at him expectantly. "Put on your tux. It's impolite to keep the bride waiting."
Eyeing the man for a couple more seconds, Gideon could sense no trick or game being played. Walking hesitantly towards the dressing area, he hung up the garment bag on the rack before removing his shirt.
"Let me ask you something," Dimitri asked, staring out the bright window. "Why did you and Jade leave your home and your perfect little town in Texas all because a drug addict took the opportunity to reinsert himself into his parent's life?"
With the new, finely-made black slacks pulled up around his waist, Gideon paused and looked at the man in suspicion. "How do you know about that?"
Dimitri just gave him a tired look. "I know a lot of things, and anything I don't know I can find out." There was no arrogance behind the words, just cold-hearted certainty.
"It was either leave," Gideon replied briskly as he tucked in the white button-down shirt. "Or stay and risk me going to prison because I killed the pie
ce of shit."
Pulling the tie from around the hanger, Gideon looked up sharply to see Dimitri coming towards him. Without a word, the man pulled the silk strip from his hand and deftly began tying the knot.
"Take my advice, kid," he said, cinching the expertly folded knot tight before loosening the neck hole. "Take your wife and the next few weeks and travel. See as much as the world as you can, and once you are done, drive back down to Texas and take back your house and your future. Don't let a meth-head stroll into your life and take your home from you. Even if you have to break a few ribs, do what you need to do to reclaim your home."
Tossing the readied tie back at him, Dimitri turned and walked out of the room, leaving Gideon to think about the man's words.
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