Page 43 of Gabe

I’d tried to protect him, even to the point of almost controlling him, but I hadn’t made it clear that I wanted him.

Well, if giving into my baser desires was what it would take to make him happy, I could do that.

Without breaking the kiss, I started tugging at his clothes. He moaned against my lips and tried to help but couldn’t do much in his position. I ended up doing most of the work removing our clothes, but I didn’t mind. In fact, it was a thrilling experience getting to handle him how I wished.

Soon, but not soon enough, he lay completely bare to my eye. I’d moved us to the center of the bed, so his head was properly cradled by the pillows. He lay there, hands up by his shoulders and his legs partially open, in a position of complete vulnerability. He let me see everything about him, and it made me want to hide him away so no one else could ever look at him again.

Instead, I knelt between his legs and rested my hands on his knees.

“Beautiful.”

He blushed and turned his head to hide his face against his shoulder.

“No,” I said with a stern tone. “Don’t hide. Keep looking at me.” I gripped his chin and tipped his head to face me.

He squirmed and nodded but didn’t try to remove my hand.

“Good. Just keep looking at me.” The praise fell from my lips much easier than words usually did just before I leaned in and kissed him again.

Without our clothing, there was nothing stopping me from feeling every inch of him. He was just as aroused as I was, and he whimpered into the kiss as our hips ground together.

I left his mouth to travel down his neck instead. I latched onto a spot that made him squirm, right at the juncture where his neck and shoulder met, and sucked until his flesh turned hot under my lips. The mark left behind was barely visible on his dark complexion, like a secret hidden in plain sight.

Farther down, I used my teeth and tongue to trace patterns over his chest. He was lean, but still soft around the edges, and the muscles of his chest had just the right amount of give when I squeezed them.

He seemed to enjoy the rougher handling and grabbed my shoulders to pull me closer.

I flinched when his fingers dug into my injured shoulder. The bullet wound was much better than it had been a few weeks ago, but still not completely healed.

Frankie, of course, immediately noticed my reaction and jerked his hands away like he’d been burned.

“Sorry. I forgot. Are you okay?”

I laughed softly and moved farther down to lavish attention on his stomach.

“It’s fine. More shock than actual pain.”

Each word was punctuated with a nip to the sensitive flesh of his stomach. His whole body seemed to quiver with every application of my teeth against his flesh. Although he nodded as if he understood what I’d said, he still burrowed his hands under the pillows by his head like he didn’t trust himself to touch me now.

I didn’t mind. With his arms out of the way, his body was left on full display.

Moving down his stomach, I was so close to the prize between his legs that my breath ghosted over his cock. He moaned and squirmed just from the promise of stimulation, and when I pulled away, he actually wailed in despair.

“What? No. Why’d you stop?”

Leaning over to the drawer beside the bed, I pulled out the supplies hidden there.

Frankie stared in confusion at the box of condoms and lubricant I tossed beside him on the bed.

“Where did those come from? I don’t remember buying that when I was at the store.”

I couldn’t even bring myself to feel embarrassed when I admitted that I’d bought the supplies after we kissed the first time. It had been a moment of hopeful thinking that was definitely paying off now.

Frankie nodded, but his lips were pursed. “And why were you hiding this stuff in the RV?”

The answer seemed so obvious I was surprised he needed to ask.

“Where else would I keep it? If we did end up being intimate, the RV would provide more privacy.”

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