Page 65 of Tangled with the Tight End

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He turns his hand to strike my G spot while threading the fingers of his free hand into my hair, pulling my head toward his. Our eyes lock together as we breathe the same air. The intensity of the moment curls my toes. No one has ever looked at me like he does. No one has ever….

“I want you to be a good girl and come on me. Baby, show me how much you want me.”

“I want you,” I gasp as his inward thrust fills me, and the flaming in my core ratchets up until it’s an inferno that can’t be stopped.

“Say it again.” His jaw flexes, and his thrusts intensify in speed and depth.

“I want you. I’ve never wanted anything this much before.”

“That’s it, baby.” He flicks my clit with his thumb, and I writhe over him.

“Yes, please, yes.” I gasp for air as my hips rise from the table, meeting him thrust for thrust.

“So sweet, but not sweet enough.” He removes his fingers and snatches a cupcake out of the box. “Take a bite.”

I follow his command, moaning as the decadent sugar coats my tongue. He swipes a dollop of frosting off the top, deposits the cupcake next to me on the counter, and drops to his knees.I swallow the frosting as his tongue spreads the frosting along my slit, diving into my pulsating pussy, and driving me from one orgasm to the next.

My body shakes as I gasp for air, but he doesn’t stop. He lashes and fucks my sex and then grabs my ass, yanking me off the counter and feasts. Over and over until tears stream down my face, and I scream his name.

thirty-four

GABRIEL

Watchingher in the throws of passion sends a possessiveness through me that I’ve never experienced. I was already jealous of Sawyer, but now even the thought of another man touching what’s mine fills me with rage. It won’t happen. This isn’t a now thing. This is a forever thing. She belongs with me, and I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her.

“If you want me to retire now, I’ll do it.” The words are out of my mouth as I stand and draw her to her feet.

“What’re you talking about?” She stumbles and braces her palms on my chest.

“If you want me to retire now and move here permanently….” I cup her face. “I will. Just say the word.”

“No.” Her eyes flash with irritation. “You’re not retiring unless you’ve lied to Marco and me.”

“I haven’t lied. The doctor isn’t worried about another injury. That’s not what’s bothering me.” I tighten my grip on her hips. “I don’t want to do anything that drives a wedge between us. If you want me to hang it up, I’ll do it. I’m not losing you.”

Her hands slip up my chest and around my neck, until we’re encircled in each other’s arms. “I want you to finish out the season.” One corner of her mouth rises upward. “And I wouldlike to see you play another season or two. Just so I could watch you in person and know all those women calling your name aren’t going home with you.” Her cheeks brighten. “I realize that sounds catty and high school, but it’s true nonetheless.”

“I like you jealous.” I kiss her lips. “By the way, my grandma wants to invest in your business and Marco and I’s restaurant. She’s married to a billionaire in Texas and loves to spoil people she cares about.”

Norah’s mouth drops open as she gapes. “That’s crazy. I don’t–”

I place my index finger on her lips. “Don’t fight it. You won’t win with her.”

“We’ll discuss it later.”

“Yes, much later.” My lips find hers again.

The longer we kiss, the less words feel necessary. We’re together, and nothing can stop that from happening. She nips my bottom lip and pulls back. “I think we’ve had enough talking for now.” Her hands unclasp from behind my head and travel down to my belt. “I have an ache that you started, and it can only be eased by you filling me and driving me insane.”

“That I can do.”

“You have on too many clothes.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” I chuckle and yank off my T-shirt as she removes the belt buckle and draws down my jeans with swift hands.

Before I can say anything, she swipes her finger over the top of the cupcake, drops to her knees, and snags the leg of my jockeys. My cock bobs angrily once released, which is only intensified as she licks her lips.

She glances up from her knees. “How bad do you want my mouth on you?”

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