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“Ah, Gabe!” She screams as I feel her pussy grip my dick.

“Fuuuuuck,” I draw out in a groan just before I blow.

My dick pulses with each splurt as I slow our fucking, thrusting one final time as I let out another long and rough groan. She collapses against me, pressing her perfect tits into my face as I inhale her intoxicating scent.

She giggles above me as I bury my face between her cleavage, lightly nipping at the inside of her right breast. She inhales a sharp breath as her pussy squeezes my dick, making me grin. There’s nothing I can’t do to this woman’s body without getting a reaction out of her.

“I’m hungry. Are you hungry?” I ask in a muffled voice against her breasts before I lean back, rubbing my hand up and down her spine.

She has a huge grin on her face as she leans back, framing my face with her delicate hands.

“I could eat.”

Chapter eighteen

Bentley

Ican’t stop looking over at Gabe as he chows down on his turkey club sandwich, staring out at the park he parked us at. He’s so handsome it almost hurts to look at him. His jaw is sharp, and a hint of stubble grows along it but disappears on his neck when the ink takes over. My eyes fall to his biceps that tightly stretches the arms of his black tee, bulging each time he brings the sandwich to his mouth. Those arms had just been wrapped around me, lifting and dropping me with ease.

My eyes fall to his strong thighs as they fill his jeans. Those thighs had so much power in them, and I have a feeling I haven't seen their full strength yet.

"If you take a picture, it lasts longer." Gabe chuckles.

Shit, I've been caught gawking. Cheeks turning red, I look away with a giggle.

"I'm sorry."

He grabs my chin, forcing me to look back at him. His hard gaze makes me gulp as my eyes drop to his lips before he wets them with his tongue.

"What have I said about apologizing? Stop it." He gently releases his grip on my chin but still holds me. "You can look all you want, babe, just don't apologize for doing it."

I gulp, slowly nodding my head. "Okay, I'm s—" I stop mid sentence when he glares at me. Fuck, he’s right, I really do apologize a lot, don't I?

He releases me with a chuckle, diving back into his sandwich while I do the same thing. It’s been such a long time since I've sat at a park digging into fast food. It’s nice. The lingerie beneath my jacket no longer bothers me, and I’m completely comfortable just sitting here next to Gabe chowing down on food.

His phone chirps, catching my attention as I steal a peek over at it. He texts someone back and groans, tossing his phone onto the dash before he takes another bite of his sandwich.

"Bad news?" I ask, not sure what else to say.

It’s obvious the text coming through bothers him too, but he’s quick to recover. He shrugs and finally looks at me.

"Just my buddy Jeff. That's who I was waiting for at the bar before you showed up."

I nod as if I know exactly who he’s referring to or what he’s talking about. There are so many questions in my head, but I have no idea how to ask them without sounding nosey as hell.

"Who’s Jeff?" I blurt out.

He chuckles. "An old friend. We go way back."

Again, I nod but keep quiet this time.

Sighing, Gabe continues. "We used to run together a lot. He was a bad influence. Marcus hated him and constantly tried toget me away. He really isn't that bad of a guy. His upbringing wasn't the best so he stole his way through life to put a roof over his head and food in his stomach. Drugs came along and he was able to earn his way and stopped stealing."

"Is that why you went to prison?" I haven't heard this story yet, and I’m dying to know why he was taken away from me all those years ago.

His brows pinch together as he shakes his head. "No, he's not the reason I went to jail. I can't prove it yet, but I'm pretty sure Marcus had something to do with it. I had been in jail a time or two before for stupid shit and only spent a few weeks at a time, but this last stay…" he blows out a breath, "that was a hard one. I didn't even do anything wrong."

My ears perk up at the mention of Marcus’s name. If he really did have something to do with Gabe going to prison, I’m going to be livid.

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