Page 37 of A Little More Forgiveness

I’d not thought about Katie for a second as I’d clung to Gabe. She usually filled my mind day and night, but not this time. Instead, all I’d seen was the handsome man in front of me and how much he longed to kiss me, how much I longed to kiss him.

Need trembled through me, and I pressed my palm against the crotch of my jeans. I remained as hard as stone, my cock still throbbing, still wanting.

I shook my head, trying to clear the images of kissing Gabe but they refused to leave. Stumbling my way into the bathroom, I shrugged off my clothes and then turning the temperature dial to cold, stepped under the freezing water. I stayed there, enduring the biting spray until my body went numb and my skin turned blue. It didn’t make any difference because all I pictured was Gabe with me in the shower like I’d envisaged earlier. My hand working his dick, my fingers in his ass, and the look of ecstasy on his face as he came all over the tiles beneath my feet.

Chapter Fifteen

Leo

I woke to my head pounding so hard I fought to open my eyes, for fear of the already excruciating pain increasing once the light penetrated my skull. I decided to use this as my excuse for taking so long to notice the toasty warmth nestled at my back. At first, I assumed the heat came from the fire burning low, but promptly abandoned the idea, as surely it would have gone out hours ago.

When the heat behind me moved and snuggled in closer I froze, my addled brain finally registering the heavy weight of Gabe’s arm around my waist. How his body spooned me, his whole length aligned with mine, his morning wood pressing firmly against the top of my butt cheeks. I’d reached twenty-nine years of age, and this was the first time I’d ever awakened wrapped up in another man’s arms.

I scanned my memory, not wanting to believe my admission, but another sharp pain splintered through my head, and I screwed my eyes shut unable to concentrate on anything else.

“Here,” a gravelly voice stated next to my ear, the warm air fanning my cheek. Opening my eyes and blinking a few times to get him in focus, I found Mitch crouched down beside me, a glass of water and a couple of pain killers in his hand.

“Oh, thank God,” I mumbled, taking the tablets and throwing them in my mouth, swilling them down with the refreshing cold water. “I feel like crap,” I rasped.

His low chuckle made me smile, which turned rapidly into a grimace. Mitch’s face finally became clear, with his bloodshot eyes, and odd gray pallor to his skin, he looked about as good as I felt.

“You don’t look much better, by the way.”

He grunted his agreement.

This close, his body heat burned into me, and I saw all the tiny speckles of green in his hazel eyes which, ignoring all the red, still managed to make my stomach flutter. Mitch took back the glass, his fingers touching mine and the zap of energy between us made me lose my grip, nearly dropping the damn thing. Quicker than I could react, Mitch gripped me tighter, the pressure sending electricity through my fingers, up my arm, and straight down to my balls.

I squinted at him, and for a second caught a heated reaction in his eyes, but then he blinked, and whatever I saw, disappeared so fast I realized it had to be wishful thinking on my part. Mitch’s gaze shifted to glance over my shoulder and turning my head to look, I found Gabe raised up on an elbow staring at us, at Mitch.

“Morning, sunshine,” he said, his voice also dry as a desert. But where mine sounded like I’d drunk a gallon of spirits, his managed to sound sexy and husky. Shifting slightly, I moved my leg forward to cover my crotch as my dick decided it was time to wake up too.

Gabe’s hard length remained situated against my butt, seemingly content to maintain position there. I had to admire his self-confidence. Mind you, judging by the length of him, I’d be feeling pretty confident too. Mine wasn’t small or anything, just more in proportion to my overall size. I pushed my ass back a little, nothing too obvious, and yeah, Gabe was certainly a lot bigger than I’d given him credit for.

I wonder how big Mitch is.

While we were about the same height, his shoulders were wider, and his body was much bigger built than mine. Would his cock be the same too? I swallowed hard at the idea of him shoving his big fat cock forcefully down my throat, making me gag. The small groan the image brought out left my lips before I managed to stop the sound escaping, causing an instant frown from Mitch.

Shit.

“Your head that bad?”

“Yeah,” I replied, feeling the heat rush to my cheeks. Thank God for my hangover.

“Don’t worry, the pills will kick in shortly.” He handed me the water for a second time. “Finish this and I’ll get you some more.” I did as he told me. “You want some painkillers too?” he asked Gabe without looking directly at him.

Strange…

Had I missed something while passed out last night, because before that, weren’t we all, finally, getting on well?

“God, yes.” Even when hungover, Gabe seemed more alive than me.

Mitch stood and I made sure not to look at the hefty bulge in his jeans…well, maybe a quick glance as he left for the kitchen, but no more.

Gabe dropped his head on the pillow, his hand contently wrapped around my waist, warm and heavy against me. I decided not to say anything, as I quite enjoyed having him there.

I flopped down on the bed and closed my eyes, trying to stop the world from spinning, but had to swiftly open them again to fix on the vaulted beam ceiling when the dizziness got out of control.

I groaned. “I’m never drinking again.”

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