Page 57 of Always Been Mine

“His senses are not all there. He’s partially blind in his left eye and he’s deaf in his left ear. He may not react positively if he’s startled.”

Gabe lowered his voice. “To calm him down against strangers you sayfriendlies.”

“Okay,” Beatrice smiled as she looked at Rhino who was lying down on the kitchen floor with his head between his paws. She beamed at him. “Are we like—talking about being responsible parents to Rhino?”

Gabe’s breathing hitched. Beatrice’s eyes were teasing, and maybe he was reading too much into her words.

“Yeah,” he whispered, his head lowered again to capture her lips. His tongue penetrated her mouth, feeling extremely possessive.

He suddenly had Beatrice on her back on the kitchen island, her skirts bunched around her hips—and fuck him—the sight of her lacy garters clipped sexily to the top of her stocking shit sent all his blood rushing to his dick.

“Gabe, your wounds—”

“Shut it, poppy.”

He ran his hands up and down her legs before lifting them up and spreading her before him.

“Look at that pussy,” Gabe whispered reverently. Her pink nether lips were peeking out from the minuscule crotch of her tiny panties and they were glistening. She was as turned on as he was and he was aching to lick her clean.

“Gabe, stop—”

“Hell no,” he rasped.

“Not in front of Rhino.”

Damn it to hell. Cockblocked by a dog.

Gabe straightened and yanked Beatrice to a sitting position. He plucked her from the kitchen island, wincing a bit when some of his injuries bitched at him, and ignoring her protests, he carried her to the guest bedroom.

“Gabe!You’re going to hurt yourself,” Beatrice screeched as Gabe carried her across the bedroom. He dropped her on the mattress making her bounce.

“I’ve endured enough of your coddling, woman,” Gabe muttered. He got on top of her, shoving her legs apart to accommodate his hips. “That shit stops now.” His eyes blazed with so much heat, so much want, she thought she’d combust under their intensity. The golden flecks in his whiskey eyes glittered as they basked under the glow of the lamp.

“You’re insane—umph!”

His mouth crashed down on hers and shut her up. His tongue demanded passage between her lips. She yielded. He groaned deep in his throat as his pelvis rubbed against her own heat. She could feel her wetness against her panties, a throbbing need begging for release.

Gabe slipped his hand under her sweater and squeezed a breast. He pushed up the fabric, using both hands now to push her breasts out of her bra.

“Love your tits, love them,” he murmured against her skin before his warm mouth took over. As he suckled one breast, a hand slipped between her legs, his fingers insinuating past the crotch as he fondled the slick, swollen folds of her pussy.

“Ah, fuck, babe.” He released her nipple with a pop as he captured her lips once more, thrusting his tongue in her mouth as he worked a finger inside her. A guttural sound came from his throat as he slipped a second finger inside her, stretching her further as his thumb massaged her clit. His fingers curved up and she exploded.

Beatrice pulled her lips away and screamed. Her hands gripped his hair pushing his head lower. “Gabe! Oh, God. I need more . . . please . . .”

He dropped small kisses down her chest, kissing each breast once more before trailing a path down her torso. Hepushed her thighs apart, for a moment, the cold air clashed with the heat emanating from her core. Gabe released her garter clips and then her panties disappeared. A warm breath and a wet stroke lifted her in an arch as his mouth began its torturous assault on her pussy. First gentle, then voracious, he sucked, licked, and thrust his tongue into her core, meeting her wetness with a feral hunger.

She felt a renewed gush of moisture leave her, felt him growl closer into her pussy, and when he fastened his lips on her clit and sucked, a pulsing sensation burst from her center.

She cried out, her legs quaking, toes curling. An elemental desire to make him lose control flushed through her blood.

He was still lapping her up when she carefully positioned her feet on his shoulders and pushed him away.

“Not done eating you, babe,” Gabe growled, his eyes pinned her down with a possessive gleam. Seeing his mouth wet with her juices renewed the throb between her legs, but she was determined to suck that gorgeous cock. She had not done it in three years. And she wanted to blow his mind.

“Don’t you want my lips around your cock?” she asked suggestively.

Gabe visibly shuddered. He closed his eyes. “You don’t have to, poppy.”

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