Page 23 of When We Breathe
“Your parents are fucking saints,” I tell him, thinking fondly of my man’s parents. They’ve welcomed me right into their family, no questions asked. It’s a beautiful thing and less common than I’d like to admit.
My parents never would have welcomed Gabe. And they sure as fuck would never have been okay with me loving two people.
Assholes.
“They’d love Alex. I mean, they know her already, but they’d love her for us.”
What my parents would think doesn’t matter. They’ve been dead for years, and I don’t have siblings.
“What about her family?” I ask him, loving the way his thumb circles over the back of my hand. “I mean, I know we should be having this conversation with her, and we will, but what does your gut say?”
He blows out a breath. “Holden will punch me inthe face for touching his baby sister. But I don’t think that Alex being with the two of us will be a huge issue for her siblings. Like you said, we’d have to discuss it with her if we want to move forward.”
“You know the answer to that.”
He smiles and squeezes my hand.
“As long as you and I are solid, then yeah. We need to move forward. Maybe it dead ends, but I think having her with us will only make us better. She’s fucking amazing, A.”
“Yeah, she is. We have to make sure we communicate, Gabe. That’s the only way this works.”
“You and I don’t have issues with that,” he reminds me. “It’s one of the things I love about you.”
Lifting a brow, I stand and tug him to his feet, cup his face, and brush my nose back and forth against his.
“What else do you love about me, baby?”
Gabe tugs my shirt out of my shorts and brushes his hand up my back. I love the feel of his calloused palm on my skin, the way it sends electricity through me. My man works his ass off, and he’s fucking amazing at his job.
It’s sexy as fuck.
“I love everything about you,” he whispers against my lips, making my cock pulse with need. “Every scar. Every bruise. Your happiness, your baggage, the way you fuck me, the way you love me. There isn’t anything about you that I would change.”
Crashing my mouth to his, our tongues brush and tangle, and then we’re tugging at clothes until we’re both naked and pressed to each other, skin on skin. He’s so fucking warm, his muscles rigid and toned, his cock hard,and I can’t resist him. I wrap my hand around his cock, and he groans, pumping his hips into my grip as I fuck his mouth with my tongue.
“Bedroom,” I growl against his mouth. Without another word, he takes my hand in his and leads me through the house to our room, where he tosses me the lube, then goes back to kissing me, as if he can’t get enough of my mouth. “I’m going to fuck you, baby.”
We move onto the bed, and I don’t flip him onto his stomach. I want to look into his gorgeous eyes as I sink inside his perfect ass.
On our sides, Gabe hitches his leg up on my hip, and I coat my fingers with lube before I work them down below his balls, over his taint, and find that puckered hole that drives me to fucking distraction.
“Is this where you need me, Gabriel?”
He groans, his hips moving back and forth, searching for more of my fingers while simultaneously rubbing his cock against mine.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he says against my lips. “Everything about you turns me the fuck on, A. I never get enough of you.”
I grin and bite his chin as I push one finger inside him, stretching him for me.
“You’re so damn perfect for me.” I add another finger, and he groans. “You take me so well, baby.”
I lube up my dick, line the crown up with his entrance, and push inside nice and easy, making us both moan.
“Fuuuuck, yes,” he growls before clutching my hair in his fist and kissing me senseless. I startto move, loving not only the way it feels to be inside him but also the way he’s wrapped around me as if he just can’t get close enough.
His cock rubs against my stomach as we move, and his breath gets choppy. I know he’s getting close to coming.
“Not yet.” I bite his lower lip and grip onto his ass so hard, he’ll have bruises later. “Don’t you fucking come yet.”
