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He reached beneath me and flicked my clit with two fingers.
“Yes. Yes!” I bucked back at him, wanting every bit of him so long as it continued to feel so fucking good. He stroked my clit over and over again, while his cock pounded into me.
“You want to come?” he asked, pinching my clit between two fingers.
“Yes!” I hit the ground with my fist, kicking up some loose grass. “Please.”
“Come, Gabby. Be a good girl and come.” He rubbed my clit in circles with more pressure as he fucked me even harder. I stretched around him, and the burn never felt so damn good.
The pressure built, my legs wobbled, and before I could breathe another breath, my body exploded beneath him. I screamed. I screamed out his name as my body was ravaged by my orgasm.
He wasn’t a patient man; he’d told me that before and he proved it to me then. Before I could catch my breath, he grippedmy hips and pulled me back toward him as he thrust forward. The slapping sounds of our bodies meeting carried through the empty yard, to be followed by his bellow of release as his own orgasm swept him away.
Moments passed as we stayed in the same position, both trying to catch our breath. He eased away from my body and got to his feet. The sounds of pleasure were replaced with a zipper and belt being put back in place.
He tugged on my collar gently. “Let’s go inside.”
I started to crawl after him, exhausted and sated, but he stopped me with a touch to my head. “You can get up on your feet.”
We walked into the cabin, and he brought me to the bathroom attached to his bedroom. “You okay?” he asked, giving me a once-over. “You didn’t cut your knees up, did you? The leaves are falling more now and there’s probably a lot of twigs out there.”
“I’m fine,” I assured him as I waited for him to fill the tub.
He grabbed a bottle from beneath the sink and poured the liquid into the tub. Bubbles formed, giving off a strong scent of lavender. He was letting me have a bubble bath?
“Let’s take off the collar for the tub so the leather doesn’t get ruined,” he instructed, turning me around to unlock the buckle in the back. When he dropped it to the sink, he inspected my throat. “The leather is soft, but it’s starting to make a mark.” With a feathery touch, he trailed his fingers along the back of my neck. “If you can be good, I’ll leave it off for today.”
I turned to face him, pushing my hair out of my face.
“I can be good,” I promised, but there was more weight to my words than I had initially intended. I could admit, at least to myself, the happiness and pride in his expression gave me pleasure, too. I was coming to enjoy the smiles and pats and the quiet time we spent together.
“Okay then.” He brushed a lock of hair from my cheek, pushing it behind my ear with the rest. His hand cupped my cheek, and he lowered his mouth over mine. I froze for a moment, but quickly, as his tongue swept over my bottom lip, I softened to him, welcoming him. And as quickly as it started, it ended. He pulled back, blinked, then released my face.
“Take as much time as you need.” He left the bathroom, shutting the door behind him quietly.
I touched my fingers to my mouth, where the warmth of his lips still lingered.
What the hell was happening?
11
DAVID
Kissingher had been a fucking mistake. The last few days had gone smoothly, she was coming around, and then I went and fucking kissed her! Nothing like giving her mixed signals.
I paced the kitchen, trying to find something to keep me busy while she soaked in the tub. Fucking her hadn’t been the plan either when I took her outside, but after seeing how playful she was, how sweetly submissive she’d been, I changed course.
Wasn’t that exactly the way it seemed to go with Gabby?
My phone rang, distracting me from my self-condemnation.
“Hey, David. I know you’re not due to come in until tomorrow, but Scott just called. Scrappy isn’t doing so hot, so he’s bringing him in. He wanted to bring him back up to your place, but I figured you’d want to meet him down here,” Cherise, the office manager at the clinic, explained. “Do you want me to call him and tell him to go up to you?”
“No. If the dog’s still having trouble, I want an X-ray of his chest. Can you get that done if he gets there before I do?” I went to the bedroom to grab a fresh set of clothes.
“Yeah, no problem.”
I tossed the phone on the bed and changed into clean jeans and a collared shirt. The slosh of water in the bathroom drew my attention. I’d be gone at least two hours, more if Scrappy was more ill than I thought. If I left Gabby in the house by herself, she’d be too tempted to find a way out.
