Page 62 of Claiming What Is Mine

“Now the panties.” Gabe steps behind me and places a hand on my shoulder, bending me forward over a bale of hay as I slide my panties off my hips. This is rough and dirty, but it has me so turned on I don’t care about any of that. He takes his free hand and moves the fabric out of his way, then places both hands on my hips. I feel the pressure of him against my slit as he positions himself. “You’re already wet for me?” he asks. “You need this cock inside you, don’t you?”

“Uh-huh.” I bite my lip. “So bad.”

Gabe pushes forward, entering me. “Shit woman—you feel so good. Is this what you wanted?”

His hands on my skin. His cock filling me. “Oh God,” I moan in agreement.

He fucks me from behind, sometimes leaning forward and biting my back or shoulder, sometimes twisting my hair in his hand and pulling it, and sometimes slapping my ass—whatever pleases him.

“Yes! Use me,” I beg. “Fuck me.” Sex with Gabe is always amazing. But this? This is new. This is primal and rough and naughty. And I can’t get enough.

His pace increases, and I can barely contain the orgasm that’s been building. I rub my button as his body crashes into mine, each thrust harder than the one before.

Beads of sweat run down my face as I look back at him. “Please…tell me…you’re close.” I struggle to speak. “I’m going to come.”

“I’m close.” Gabe thrusts again and again and I lose myself when I feel him release into me.

He collapses, resting his head on my back as he struggles to catch his breath.

“Meredith…” He takes a deep breath and holds it as he pulls his jeans back to his waist. “That was…”

I attempt to stand on my still very wobbly legs, in order to retrieve my clothes, but my knees falter.

“Whoa now, tell me what you need, I’ll get it for you.” The kind and considerate Gabe I know is back. I point to my jeans. “Got it,” he says still puffing for air as he fetches them for me.

After we’ve dressed, we sit cuddled up together in the loft, staring out at the evening sky. Gabe listens quietly as I share whatever thoughts and feelings randomly come to mind. We talk about memories of moments like this when we were teens. I confess my fears and worries about being a mother and how I don’t want to make the same mistakes my parents did.

All in all, it is a perfect day that transitioned into a perfect evening. Is this what happily ever after feels like?

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