Page 7 of Keeping Winter

I can see by Gabe’s expression that he’s still reticent. He doesn’t want me working. “I just don’t want you to be putting any undue pressure on yourself when you’re pregnant. You don’t need to.” Concern deepens his frown. “What about when you’re in your third trimester and unable to be moving around like you can now? I just don’t want you to push yourself too far.”

Giving his fingers a squeeze, I lean forward until Gabe looks me in the eye. “I won’t pick anything that’s too strenuous. A sales job or a coffee shop or something. And I’ll make sure I can get maternity leave. Please, I want this. I don’t want you to be the only one contributing here. It’ll be a while still before the baby comes, and wouldn’t it be nice if we could have a bit extra saved up?”

Gabe’s shoulders lower as a smile spreads across his lips, his face compassionate and understanding. “All right. If it really means that much to you. But only a job that you’ll be happy doing. We don’t need the money if it’s going to be hard on you.”

Excitement bubbles up inside me. “Really?” I ask, bouncing slightly in my seat. “Great!” Then a realization strikes me, and my heart starts to pound in my chest. “If I can even get a job. I’ve never even put in an application before. What if they don’t like me?”

Gabriel chuckles. “That’s not possible. But I’m sure we can figure out how to put a good resume together for you.”

“Figure out?” I don’t know why that surprises me so much, but I had imagined Gabriel knew a lot more than me on that front.

“Well, I’ve only ever really worked for Mark and the Devil’s Sons, so it’s not like I’ve had to put in an application either. I already had my foot in the door. My hiring process was much different than the typical corporate procedures.”

“Sorry for the wait,” the server says, stepping up to our table with a pen and pad of paper in hand. “Y’all ready to order?”

“Oh, yes. Thanks.”

I put in for a burger with fries and a shake while Gabriel gets the Reuben and malt. Then the server departs once more. With the stress of having to talk Gabe into letting me get a job out of the way, I find I can relax and enjoy the night, and I find I quite like the diner. It’s a good first impression of Whitfield and the people here.

The food is delicious, greasy, and flavorful in a way that I’ve come to really enjoy since I started dating Gabriel. In my past life, I might have concerned myself with the calories, worried about the number of carbs that might ruin my perfect figure. But with my baby bump growing more prominent by the day, I find it nice to let that go. Besides, Gabe seems to enjoy the new size of my breasts.

The ride home is cold, the air crisp and refreshing, and the purr of the bike between my legs exhilarates me. Not to mention the solid feel of Gabriel’s strong core that makes me feel so secure as I cling to him. He helps me off the bike as soon as he parks in the drive, and we head through the front door into our new home.

“Home sweet home,” I hum, stopping in the doorway.

Gabriel’s hands rest on my hips, and he leans in to press a kiss to my neck, just below my ear. As my eyes flutter closed, I tip my head to the side, enjoying the sensual sensation as I give him better access. He takes advantage of it, trailing kisses down to the curve when my neck meets my shoulder. Sucking the skin gently between his lips, Gabriel sends tingles down my spine.

I giggle, my shoulder lifting reflexively. “Are you giving me a hickey?” I ask in a scolding tone.

“Maybe,” Gabriel breathes against the freshly moistened skin, making goose bumps rise on my flesh. “Do you like it?”

Groaning, I turn in his arms so we’re face to face. His lips hover mere inches from mine, and my heart stutters as I look into his intense blue eyes.

“Yes,” I whisper. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull him in for a kiss, pressing my lips to his with the sudden need tightening my belly.

I hear the door swing closed behind us, and then Gabriel’s arms twine around my waist, pulling me tightly against him. His hands travel down my back and over my ass until he has a handful of each cheek. I can feel his cock hardening between us as he grinds into me, his hips rocking to show me just how much I turn him on.

Then, with tender strength, Gabriel’s hands slide down to my thighs, gripping them as he lifts me off my feet, wrapping my legs around his hips. I grip him between my thighs, continuing to kiss him fiercely as he walks us down the short hall of our new home toward our bedroom. I hear his shoulder graze one wall, and my knee bumps another as he finds his way blindly down the unfamiliar space. And then he turns into our room.

Easing me onto the bed as if I weigh no more than a pillow, Gabe follows me, kneeling between my thighs as he continues to lavish my lips with affection, his tongue tangling with mine, his hands sliding up under my shirt to explore my flesh. The hard pebbles of my nipples press against my bra, reminding me how much more sensitive they’ve become in my pregnancy. I moan, wishing for Gabe’s lips to be around them, his warm tongue teasing them mercilessly.

Slowly leaning back, Gabriel takes in the sight of me sprawled beneath him, his blue eyes electric with his arousal. Grabbing the hem of his shirt, he yanks it roughly over his head even as I grab his belt. Unbuckling it with deft fingers, I whip it through the belt loops, remembering how he once used it to leave red marks on my ass before fucking me hard as a means of punishment. My pussy throbs at the memory. I can still remember the fiery burn of my flesh and the way Gabriel groped me mercilessly. It had turned me on in a way I had never imagined it could.

As Gabriel takes over, yanking his pants down off his legs, I pull my own shirt up over my head, craving the feel of his skin against mine. My bra goes next, and I almost groan with the sweet sensation of freedom as my breasts fall free of their constraints. Gabriel does moan, his hands reaching to cup the full, round flesh, allowing my nipples to poke between his fingers.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he growls, and I arch into his warm, rough palms.

Then his lips meet mine once more as one hand releases me so he can lean onto the mattress next to me. His other hand slides down from my breast, tracing softly over my belly, lingering there for a moment in a tender acknowledgment of the life growing inside me. I gasp as his hand slides lower, not bothering to remove my pants but rather sliding beneath the elastic waistband and under the thin fabric of my panties until his finger brushes my clit.

A growl escapes his lips as his finger strokes between the wet folds of my pussy lips. “I love how fucking wet you get,” he breathes, and he kisses me with renewed vigor.

Christ, I want him to fuck me. I’m desperate for him to pound into me the way he used to when he was claiming me, teaching me and the whole world a lesson about who my pussy belongs to. Reaching down, I grip his swollen cock firmly in my hand. It stiffens noticeably at my touch, and I stroke it slowly, trying to push him beyond his control.

“Ffffuck,” he hisses against my lips, his fingers pressing inside me as his palm cups my clit, the heel of his hand grinding into me.

Gasping with the electric pleasure that zings through me, I grip him harder still, doubling my efforts. Gabriel’s hips start to rock with my motion, and as my thumb circles the head of his cock, I feel the slick dribble of precum wetting his tip. I want to taste it. Hell, I want his whole cock inside my mouth, pounding down my throat.

Without warning, I release him. Sliding down toward the foot of the bed so Gabriel’s hand slips from my pants, I disentangle myself from the situation.

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