Page 94 of Little Bird
And that means everything.
I open my eyes and see Gabe, love shining so sure and true in his own eyes that suddenly nothing else matters. His expression is honest and vulnerable, and the emotion already rushing through me grows in waves and eddies until I can’t feel anything but the love I have for this man.
I don’t answer him. I don’t bother with words. Instead, I strip out of my clothes—pajamas, which makes it easier—and then strip his pants off as well. He doesn’t move to help, just watches me with those warm, electric blue eyes of his, his hands clasped into fists at his sides and the muscles and veins standing out in his forearms. I pause as I take his pants down over his feet, and run my eyes up his legs to his cock, and then beyond. The muscles of his belly, taught with need, and the bulge of his chest. Shoulders broad enough to carry the world, and a face sweet enough to make that world weep.
God, I want to pause here and take him in my mouth. Suck him down my throat and let the taste of him coat my tongue. I want his hands in my hair, guiding me as I take him, his groans in my ears.
But I want him inside me more.
I climb up his body, dragging myself over him and reveling in every brush of his skin against mine. This man is mine. Mine. He chose me and came for me when I needed him most, and he never even questioned it.
He’s mine. And I’m his.
I straddle his lap, holding his gaze, and sink down so slowly that I want to scream with the tension. I want to cry and laugh and beg and lecture and tell him to never, ever let me go.
“Baby,” I whisper.
“Little Bird,” he groans back.
When I start moving on him, it’s more than just physical. My heart is swelling so fast I think I might be having a stroke. Or maybe a heart attack. It’s too big to hold. Too big to understand. His cock is hard and straining inside me, reaching deeply enough that I can barely breathe.
My God, I’m going to die. This is how I go. I die making love to my Gabe.
When his eyes flash over my shoulder, I want to scream at the break in his attention. I want to hammer him with my fists for daring to look away from me now.
But then I feel the breath on my shoulder. The tickle of fingertips on the small of my back. The smell of wood and smoke and dark, cold ice.
I glance back quickly and find Gunner right behind me, his eyes glowing nearly as hot as his son’s, his lip caught in his teeth. And though I should be horrified that he’s just caught me riding his son—my stepbrother–—all I can think of is that I’ve never seen him look more in love than he does right now.
He takes me by the chin and kisses me deeply, claiming my mouth like he has every right to it. He spreads my lips and squeezes at the hinge of my jaw, forcing my mouth to open for him, and then pushes me down on Gabe’s cock as his tongue sweeps into my mouth.
And if I thought I was going to die before, I had no idea what dying would be like.
Gunner pulls back and stares into my eyes, his own eyes shifting back and forth as he considers me. “We came too close to losing you, little girl,” he murmurs.
I can’t speak. I have no voice. No words. No thoughts. I just nod wordlessly, too caught in the moment to do anything more.
He leans in and nips my lower lip once, hard. When he rears back again, his eyes aren’t hazy anymore. They’re glittering with strength and determination.
“Don’t leave us again.”
This time, I know the words.
“I promise,” I breathe.
He turns me back around and pushes my chest down against Gabe’s, and for a moment I’m confused. Is he finished with me? Was that all he wanted to say? He just came in to make me promise never to leave them again?
I’m fighting tears at the thought that he might leave again when I feel his hands on my ass. Spreading me wide open and exposing me. I hear him spit on his hand and frown, my mind taking forever to understand what’s going on.
Then I feel the slickness of his saliva on my ass and I understand. He pushes me down on Gabe’s cock, then pulls me up again. Down, up. Down, up, until I’m breathing hard again, Gabe stretching me open while Gunner controls my action. I look down at Gabe, positive that I’ll see him hot with jealousy at his father’s sudden presence, but he looks...
Hot.
He looks so turned on he doesn’t know what to do with himself.
He reaches up and tweaks my nipple, making me gasp, and actually grins. And when he pulls me down to his face for a kiss, I don’t fight him. I kiss him like my life depends on it. Like he’s the only safety I’ve ever had.
But a piece of my mind stays with Gunner and his fingers. He’s spreading his spit over my other opening, now, edging me in a slow, teasing movement that has me caught between slamming down on Gabe and pausing to wait for Gunner. He slips one blunt finger inside me, and I do freeze, fighting the intrusion.
