Page 49 of Rescued

Gabe groans around my length, and I glance down between gasps to see his hand working his big cock faster, keeping time with his mouth as he slurps up and down my ridged, pulsing length.

“Shit,” I groan, my voice strangled as my orgasm slams into me, tearing through me so violently I think my balls have been turned inside out. I shout, barely keeping the truck steady as the first shot of cum spurts from my cock.

Beside me, Gabe arches up from the seat, a matching groan spilling from his lips as thick ropes of his release coat his hand and abs. The scentof sex fills the cab, wrapping around me like a tangible thing. My cock twitches again, somehow still ready for more.

Gabe notices. Of course he does. He rolls his eyes, glancing at me with a teasing grin.

“Jesus, Mika,” he mutters, shaking his head. “I feel like the bottom of my feet just blew off with that orgasm, and your Mr. Happy is already trying to perk back up? My ego may never recover.”

“You’re naming my cockMr. Happynow?” I ask incredulously, my voice rough from everything he’s just pulled me through.

He leans over to rummage in the glove compartment, flashing me a sly look as he retrieves a packet of wet wipes. I’m too blissed out—or maybe just too dumbfounded—to consider what he’s up to until it’s too late.

Gabe pulls out one of the wipes, his grin widening. He places the cold cloth directly on the head of my dick.

“Shit! That’s fuckingcold!” I yelp, jerking at the icy shock.

“Whoops,” Gabe says, his voice full of fake innocence as he snickers. “So it is. But look,Mr. Happydecided to take a nap after all.”

I growl at him, but he doesn’t seem the least bit concerned.

I glare at him as he pulls out a second wipe, his expression saying he’s seriously considering going for my balls next.

“Nope. Not happening.” I swat his hand away with a snarl, cupping myself protectively.

Gabe bats his lashes at me like the world’s most infuriating angel. “What’s the problem? I’m just trying to help, babe.”

“I don’t think so, smart ass,” I grumble, shifting away from him in case he tries anything else. My poor, deflated cock and thoroughly traumatized balls need time to recover.

Still smirking, Gabe rolls his eyes and pulls out a couple of wipes for himself. Unlike me, he has the sense to rub them between his hands to warm them up first.

“See?” he says, wiping away the remains of his release. “Nothing to it.”

I narrow my eyes, watching as he tucks his now-softened prick back into his pants and refastens them. The picture of innocence.

“What?” he asks, blinking up at me like he has no idea why I’m pissed.

I just shake my head, muttering under my breath about payback. Because, oh yeah, he’s going to pay for this.

Gabe

El Paso comes into view late in the afternoon, the skyline shimmering faintly in the distance. The drive has felt both too long and too short—stretched out by stops to feed and walk Annie, but also filled with moments of love and teasing that made time slip away. Despite Mika’s best efforts to keep me distracted with his creative—and often sinful—ways, I can’t shake the heaviness creeping over me now.

Annie is about to go to her new home.

I know this is good for her. Hell, it’s great. But damned if I won’t miss her like crazy.

Mika’s hand slips over mine, his body heat cutting through the melancholy like a balm. That quiet support he offers me without words? It’s everything.

Traffic on I-10 is surprisingly light, and the GPS leads us to a house on Yandell Drive without a hitch. The place is charming—mid-sized, with alarge, neatly fenced yard. It’s clear the family takes pride in their home.

Before we even step out of the truck, the front door opens, and a couple steps out, holding hands with their little girl.

“Ethan and Betta Basquez, and their daughter, Elida,” Mika murmurs, his voice soft and reassuring.

I nod, unbuckling my seatbelt. My heart squeezes as I climb out of the truck, but as I take in the family approaching us, something inside me loosens. There’s a sense of rightness here, a quiet certainty that these people will be great for Annie.

“They’re good people, Gabe,” Mika says gently, stepping up beside me. “This will be an excellent home for her.”

---