Page 51 of Your Soul to Keep

He laughed inside my mouth. “You’re full of adrenaline. You want to use my cock to burn it off?”

I groaned low in my throat, half appalled, half turned on beyond belief. “Don’t say it like that, Gabe. I’d never use you.”

Hauling me higher with his hands digging into my ass, he tilted his head back and assured me, eyes twinkling, “You can use my cock anytime, baby girl.”

Clinging to him with my thighs, I pushed myself up and took his bottom lip between my teeth, reveling in the surprised hiss that escaped his mouth.

I released him and licked along the seam of his mouth. “You want that same promise, Gabe?”

His jaw feathered as his eyes darkened. “I wouldn’t fucking say no.”

Waking up with his head between my thighs?

His cock?

I rolled my hips against his abdomen. “I might just give it to you,” I murmured.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted, taking the stairs.

Bursting into my room, he tossed me on my bed, hauled my thighs apart, and settled his lean hips between them. With one hand on my breast, his mouth locked to mine, he rolled his hips.

My head shot back.

And then his cell phone rang.

“Ignore it,” I pleaded. “Please, for the love of all things holy, ignore it.”

“Can’t,” he panted. “That’s my mom’s ringtone. She wouldn’t call unless it was absolutely necessary.”

Easing off me, he pulled his cellphone out of his back pocket.

“Hey, Ma.”

His jaw tightened.

“I’m on my way. Coming from Mistlevale so I’ll be about an hour.”

He listened then shook his head. “Is this really the time, Ma?”

Whatever she said made him laugh. “I look forward to it.”

“I gotta go,” he murmured as he closed the call. “Dylan’s got a fever.”

My disappointment gave way to concern. I sat up. “Is she okay?”

“Yeah,” he growled, shifting his erection into a more comfortable position. “I’m sure she’s doing a fuckuva lot better than I am at the moment but she’s a daddy’s girl. She doesn’t want anybody but me when she’s sad or sick.” He shook his head and smiled crookedly. “As a bonus, my mom is getting set to grill me all about you as soon as I get home.”

“Oh no,” I mumbled. “She’s going to be so mad at me.”

“Nah,” he assured me. “We’re past all that.”

“I hope so.”

“I’m sorry I have to leave you like this.” Leaning over me on the bed, he brushed his lips across mine. “Raincheck?”

I smiled. “At your earliest possible convenience.”

He took my hand and pulled me off the bed, then held it until we got to the front door.

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