Page 77 of Keeping Winter

“My pussy’s yours!” I whimper, my hands gripping the headboard to stabilize myself as my body rocks with the force of his motion.

My breasts bounce with every thrust. Fuck I’ve missed this. I’ve wanted him to pound into me for so long, and he’s not holding back. His lips find mine once more, and the shift in angle makes him grind against my clit with every desperate thrust.

I’m so close to coming for a second time, and I sense that he’s on the verge as well. All that pent-up desire threatening to fill me with two months’ worth of come.

“Myfucking pussy,” he repeats. His teeth close around my ear lobe, and it’s as if that’s the trigger to my release.

I explode around Gabriel’s cock, my juices coating his cock as my pussy clenches, again and again, drawing him deeper inside me. Gabriel moans, slowing as I shudder with the force of my orgasm. I sob with its intensity, trying to stay quiet but unable to do so completely.

Then he releases my thighs, shifting until he has the leverage to grip my ankles. He spins me until I’m on my stomach, then pulls me onto my hands and knees.

“You want me to fuck you in the ass, dirty girl?” he rasps.

“Yes, please, please,” I beg breathily, my need rocketing back to life. I arch my back and lift my hips, granting him better access to my puckered hole.

I’m so coated in my own juices, he doesn’t even need lube to enter me. I press my face into my pillow, muffling the sound as I cry out. I fucking love the way he stretches me, filling up my holes as if they were made for his glorious cock. As he rocks in and out of me, his hand wraps around to find my clit, and he circles it even as his fingers crush the bundle of nerves, demanding my pleasure.

“Fuck, yes!” I beg.

Gabriel fucks me in the ass hard, both of us crazed with the need for release. I can feel my impending orgasm, like a taut ball of tension on the verge of snapping.

“Oh, fuck,” Gabriel moans. “Come with me, baby.”

He slams inside of me, and I obey, my pussy pulsing and throbbing, my clit twitching with ecstasy as hot, sticky cum fills my ass. Burst after burst of Gabriel’s heavy load pours inside me as he comes hard.

We collapse onto the bed in a gasping heap, finding each other’s arms as we snuggle in postcoital bliss.

“I love you so much, Winter,” Gabriel breathes, his hands caressing me as his blue eyes meet mine.

I tip my chin up to press a soft kiss to his lips. “I love you too. I love my life with you. I love our family.”

Gabriel hooks my chin, bringing my lips to his once more, and he kisses me slowly, passionately. I feel like my heart is so full it could burst. I’ve never been this happy in my life, and now I’m sure nothing will get in the way of this bliss.

31

Winter

Two monthslater

As we strollthrough Whitfield’s community park, I look around at the naked trees, thinking about how different my life is now from only a year ago. A year ago, I was hiding away in Blackmoor, struggling to find my future and haunted by my past. I was so unsure of everything then, my feelings for Gabe, my place in the world, and what I could possibly do without my family fortune or father.

And now, I’ve never been more sure. As Gabriel pushes Brigitte’s stroller, I watch him making silly faces for our little girl. She smiles up at him, ever our happy girl. The month or so after her birth had been exhausting. Learning the ropes of parenting on the job wasn’t easy, but I wouldn’t give a second of it up for the world.

“Mallory’s excited to have me back at work, even if it’s only part-time,” I say.

She’s agreed to let me work three weekday mornings when Gabriel’s able to look after Brigitte while he gets work done at the club. It’s nice to get back to doing something productive, even if it’s only for a few hours every other day.

“I’m sure,” Gabriel responds, smiling at me.

“You’re really okay with taking care of Brigitte so I can work?”

Gabriel chuckles. “Now that we’ve started the new schedule, I don’t think the guys would let me leave Brigitte home even if I could. She’s got them wrapped around her little finger.”

I laugh lightly, fully capable of picturing them arguing over who gets to hold our little girl.Who’d have thought Gabe’s three friends would be such softies when it came to his kid?I never imagined seeing those rough-and-tumble bikers using baby talk and playing peek-a-boo. But it only goes to show how little I know.

“Things at the club are going well?” I ask. Gabe’s been working some long hours lately, though I know he would rather be spending his time with Brigitte and me.

“Yeah, it’s good. Picking up like crazy really. We have a few more runs now, some going as far south as Florida and Alabama. And I think we might need to consider expanding the shop. It seems Whitfield was in desperate need of a good mechanic.” He flashes me a cheeky smile.

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