Page 22 of Bedding The Best Man (Bedding the Bachelors)

The body beside her was warm and solid—and also appeared to be fully clothed. That was reassuring, at least. There was something about the strong v-shaped back that seemed very familiar.

She gasped.

Holy shit, it was Gabe! Gabe was here with her.

She had only dim memories of the night before. As she lay there, trying not to move or disturb him in any way, tiny snippets began to flood back. She had begged him to be her one-night stand. The heat of embarrassment began to flood through her. She’d literally begged him, and he’d turned her down. So why was he here?

She must be dreaming again. Sliding her hand out from under the covers, she ran her fingers up his bare arm to the hem of his shirtsleeve, relishing the feel of his skin. It felt so real.This is a damn good dream, she thought. But she wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

He rolled over onto his back, his handsome face looking utterly relaxed and at peace. Trailing her fingers on top of his white t-shirt, Brianne ran her hand over to his chest, feeling the contours of his pectoral muscles, then his collarbone, then his shoulders. He was so firm and strong, yet warm from her bed and yielding in his sleep. He rolled closer to her, sighing softly.

His lips were inches from hers. They were ever so slightly parted, and she could feel his breath on her face. It was sweet and hot, not a trace of morning breath. It had to be a dream, and boy, her subconscious really knew how to whip up a good one! There was hardly any room between them, and she decided to take advantage of that fact.

Leaning in to him, she let her lips brush his, the warmth of contact immediately rushing to her core and making her body tingle all over. She darted her tongue out to taste him, just the slightest bit, and his eyes fluttered awake.

“Bri?” he whispered, not fully awake.

“Shhh,” she soothed, her hands still exploring his shoulders and chest, then dipping slightly lower to run over the plane of his abdomen. “This is what I want,” she muttered, their mouths almost touching again. “To have you warm, in my bed,” she said, brushing her lips against his, “I want this to happen.” Knowing it was all a dream, she could say what she liked—and it felt so good to be able to voice the truth.

Gabe squinted at her. He looked confused, but he didn’t immediately pull away. She could see that his brain was still full of cobwebs from sleep, but the lower half of his body was immediately awake, rearing eagerly at the possibilities.

“But, Bri,” he murmured, as she kissed him again. “What about Eric?”

“No Eric,” she said, softly but firmly, her left hand reaching the waistband of his jeans. “We’re done. You’re the one I want.”

Thankfully, he didn’t appear to doubt the truth of her words. Until he frowned, that is. Anticipating more talk of Eric, anticipating her dream spouting off all the doubts and objections the real Gabe had voiced only hours before, Brianne prepared to move away. Couldn’t she even have him in her dreams? All she wanted was one place where she could reveal her truest feelings, even if they were ephemeral and fleeting and would mean nothing come sunrise.

But before she could move away, Gabe surprised her. Usually in her dreams, she initiated everything, rode him like a goddamn cowgirl; being so forward and so dominant was something she had never done in real life, not even with Eric. But this dream, oh this dream was so much more intense.

He reached down and pulled her hands over her head, pinning her wrists against her headboard. Brianne pushed against him but found she couldn’t move. Her heart was already racing, but she found she liked this, that her imagination was going into an amazing erotic overdrive. She breathed out, not sure where any of this was going or how she’d lucked into a dream this good. “I want you, too, Bri,” Gabe growled. He kept her pinned beneath him, his growing erection pressed against her hip.

“So shut up and take me then, Gabe,” she challenged.

He leaned down to suck at her neck then gently bite down, as if he still couldn’t believe she was his and he was trying to mark her. He thrust his hips, grinding himself against her. Gabe kissed her hard, his tongue fighting hers for dominance, firm and slick in her mouth. He didn’t rest long. After a few, bruising kisses, he spared a small moment to bite her lip, his teeth grating on her sensitive flesh. Then he began to kiss her neck again, to lick and bite gently at her collar bone. His left hand clutched her wrists while his right was tender, yet firm as it caressed her breasts.

Purring from sheer pleasure, she unwound her body underneath him, opening up to his touch. Her hips rose on their own accord, pushing against his hard, muscular thighs. She rubbed herself hungrily against him.

Something almost feral danced across his expression. He ground into her again, his hips rough against her body, almost punishing her with their force. She loved the all-encompassing reality of her dream. He ripped at her skimpy clothes. They were soon in a heap on the floor and she revelled at being naked beneath him. Impatiently, she stripped him of his, wanting to feel his warm skin against her own. She could smell his aftershave, spicy and warm, but the scent that lay beneath it was all him; a musky, rich scent that overwhelmed her with every breath. She revelled in the weight of him leaning over her, the rough brush of his dark stubble against her skin—and the heat and hardness of him. Dear God, it was almost scorching her belly and the inside of her thighs as his hard length slid slowly into her channel. She gasped at the sheer size of him as he filled her whole, his hips moving in their own sensuous rhythm with each thrust.

Brianne felt her eyes roll back in her head, and let herself embrace fully all the sensations pouring over her. If this was all she could have of Gabe, his body in the confines of a dream, then at least she was going to damn well enjoy it.

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Things were moving too fast. Gabe knew he needed to slow things down, but now Brianne—beautiful Brianne whom he’d wanted from the first moment he saw her—Brianne was warm and ready under him, desperate for his caress. Hell, judging by how wet she was, how eagerly she moaned for him, she was more than desperate.

Gabe had never been a saint, and he was out of willpower. It felt so good to slide into her, to feel her hot core spasm around him as he entered. He rocked his hips, and, damn it, he wanted to go slow, to worship her body as the goddess she was, as she had always deserved to be worshipped. But that had never been his style, and he felt like he’d been waiting all his adult life to make love to her.

For a moment, guilt trembled through him. Eric was his friend, damn it. This wasn’t right.

But Brianne was kissing him. Touching him. And he pushed all thoughts but her out of his head. Tonight was about claiming her, letting her know she was his. He’d deal with the consequences come what may. That was for later.

“God, you feel so tight, so amazing,” he said, and he reached down to highlight his point by pinching her hip. “I love every damn inch of you, all your sexy curves.” He leaned down and sucked on her left nipple, his tongue rolling in lazy circles over her areola even as his hips slammed into hers. He was fucking her hard now, his balls slapping against her ass with every thrust of his body. “You’re the fucking sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. You have the tightest cunt too, so hot and warm, like it was fucking made for me like a goddamn glove. You like that?” he asked, slamming into her with a forceful thrust.

Brianne shuddered under him and moaned her enjoyment, her face a picture of pure abandon. He slammed into her again, his balls slapping against her entrance and his left hand squeezing her wrists tight enough to bruise. “That’s right, you’re going to come hard for me, baby. I want to feel everything you give me from that ripe pussy of yours.”

She was panting hard, making little growling noises in her throat that left his balls taut with need and his dick hard and rigid. He pounded into her again, all the while his tongue was working her nipple and the fingers of his other hand dug into her hip. He deliberately loosened his hold on her. He’d wanted this longer than he could even remember, and he felt almost out of control with his need, but this was Brianne. He couldn’t hurt her. He could only give her pleasure.

His rhythm was increasing and now his limbs felt on fire. He closed his eyes and bit her neck, just a little, and felt himself come, his seed pouring deeply inside of her.

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