Page 123 of Vegas Heat

It’s fair to say this might be the best birthday of my life, and I’ve had some good ones.

But I’ve never had one where I fixed the biggest mistake I ever made, and there’s some personal satisfaction in that. And even better? Gabby is back in my life, and not just as the girl I have to avoid.

The way we’re going to have to go about this isn’t ideal, but it’s where we are, and we’ll fight to make it work. I tried laying down to do what I thought was the right thing.

But as I hold Gabby in my arms and kiss her like this, I know thatthisis the right thing.

Nothing in my life has ever been as right as this.

And I will fight to be with her. Whatever it takes.

Because I can’t live without her.

I tried. I failed.

And now, we celebrate.

My cock begs for release as it strains against my jeans, like it’s trying to spring free and get to her, and I can’t help but thrust my hips toward her. A soft groan escapes her at the feel, only causing my already throbbing cock to ache and beg for her even more.

I lower my lips from hers, trailing them down her neck. I want to take my time with her. I want to luxuriate in the feel of her soft skin, to smell her warm vanilla, to worship at the altar of her body.

But the captain in my pants is leading this ship, and I’m powerless to take it slow when she’s begging for me.

I have this hotel room all night. We can take our time later.

For now, animal instincts kick in.

I reach for the hem of her shirt and pull it over her head, and she unhooks her bra as soon as I toss her shirt beside us. Her gorgeous tits are out, and my mouth waters for them. She reaches for my shirt before I get a chance to put my mouth on her, and her eyes are hooded with lust as they fall upon the abdomen that’s gotten a bit more cut in the last two weeks since working out has become my only solace.

Before I can stop her, she’s down on her knees and she’s palming my cock with one hand while she kisses my abs and trails her fingertips over each ridge there.

She unbuckles my belt and scrambles to pull my cock out, and her mouth is on me with an incredible birthday treat before I even get the chance to stop her.

I don’t want to stop her.

Fire blasts up my spine as the pleasure mounts, and I don’t want to lose it in her mouth or on her tits even though the thought of marking my territory literally almost makes me come.

I need to be inside her. I need that connection. I need to feel our bodies moving as one as we find our rhythm together, to feel the intimacy with her, to show her how much I love her through the words our bodies can speak so well.

And so I pull back. She looks up at me with a little confusion, and as I gaze down at her, an overwhelming wave of love pulses through my chest.

Her lips are swollen and red, her tits are perky with her nipples two tight, pink buds, and her hair surrounds her like a fucking angel.

“If I don’t stop you right now, I’m going to come,” I murmur.

“Isn’t that sort of the point?” she asks, sassy as always.

I laugh. “It’s the end game, yeah. But I’m not ready for the end just yet.” I reach out a hand, and her eyes soften as she takes it. I help her to a stand, and then I tuck my cock back into my boxer briefs before I lead her over toward the couch in front of the giant window overlooking the Strip in front of us. I set her down on the couch and remove her shoes, taking my time to try to give the big guy some breathing room.

Eventually she lies naked on the couch in my hotel room, and I couldn’t have imagined a better end to this evening.

I couldn’t have dreamed this up.

I didn’t even allow myself the hope that we’d find a way until I literally couldn’t take another second away from her. And the fact that she waited for me, that she held out even though I was the one fighting it…it tells me everything.

It tells me she doesn’t give a shit that I play baseball. She only cares aboutme. That’s all I ever wanted…someone who loves me for me, someone who will fight for me, someone who will wait for me.

Someone who is perfect for me.

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