Page 28 of Gabe
“Yes, Sir.” Tara looks over her shoulder and smirks, knowing precisely what that word does to me. My dick hardens and twitches. I wrap a hand around it, giving it a slow pull.
My eyes drink in her body. Her breasts are just centimeters away from the cover. Her wet hair is clinging to her shoulders while her back is arched. She wiggles her ass that is pushed in the air. Finally, my eyes land on her pink, glinting pussy that is begging to be filled again by me. “Princess, the dirty things I want to do to you…” I groan and stroke my dick again.
“Do them. I’m not going to break.” Her voice is just as husky as mine, and her breathing is just as labored.
“You don’t know what you’re doing by giving me permission like that.”
The look in Tara’s eyes and smirk tells me she has an idea of what I want to do to her. “I think I do.”
Instead of kneeling on the bed and sinking back into Tara like I want, I lean over and open the top drawer of the bedside table. In the past, Tara and I have been adventurous in our sex life, but there wasn’t enough time before she was gone to test all of our limits. My hand closes over the small bottle, and I toss it onto the bed beside Tara.
When her eyes land on the lube, they grow wide, and I worry that I overstepped her boundaries with my plans to take her ass. Guess my first thought that she might know what I was thinkingis off. Instantly, I’m on the bed beside her, running my hand up her back. The heat radiating from her earlier is fading. “Princess, we don’t have to do anything you aren’t ready for.”
“I’ve…” Her eyes close, and I watch her chest as she takes a deep breath before they open. Determination swirls in them, making pride grow inside my chest. “I’ve always wanted to try anal with you before?—”
“But?”
“Ned—”
Anger burns away all the lingering lust, leaving nothing behind but the need to see the blood drain from Ned’s body. I flip Tara over onto her side and pull her to my chest. “Don’t say anything else.” Last night, when she was telling us her story, I thought they might have hurt her there as well based on what she said, but I hoped I was wrong.
Tara buries her face in my chest. She doesn’t cry, but she isn’t relaxed either. “I hate that they are still taking things from me. From us.”
“Who says they are taking this from us?” I plunge my hands into her wet hair and pull her head back. I kiss her lips but don’t move to deepen it. “Make no mistake, there will come a day where I take your ass. But that day isn’t today. There are other things we can do until you are ready for that.”
“You’re too good for me.”
“No, I’m not good enough for you, but I’m selfish enough to never let you go.” Tightening my hold on her hair, I press my lips to hers and prove to her with actions that she belongs to me.
Chapter
Fifteen
TARA
After Gabe ate me like I was his last meal, then kept true to his word of making love to me over and over again, I fell straight asleep in his arms. Hours later, my back shoots up off the bed with my heart pounding and tears stinging my eyes. The only thing I can hear is my heartbeat. The soft moonlight streaming through the window provides enough light for me to see everything. Gabe is still sound asleep beside me, with the cover draping around his waist.
I slide my hand over my heart and then one over his chest until it rests over his heart. I focus on the feel of his chest rising and falling along with the soft pulse of his heart beating. Slowly, my own breathing matches his, and I’m calm. I don’t remember what woke me up in such a panic. My body is sticky and I hate the feeling of my sweat drying on my skin. Carefully as to not wake Gabe I slip off the bed.
Slipping out of the bedroom, I head downstairs to check on Reaper and grab a glass of water. The guilt of what happened earlier when Gabe wanted to try anal with me still eats at me. I want to do that with him. I’ve thought about it millions of times before that awful fucking night when one of those bastards took something I wasn’t giving to them. They took something I wasinterested in experiencing with the one person I loved, making me scared of doing it.
My biggest worry is that the moment Gabe touched me back there, I would be thrust back to that night, and instead of Gabe doing it, it would be them. I don’t want to experience that with Gabe. I’m so sick and tired of them taking shit from me. Maybe once Ned is gone, we can try again because, honestly, the thought of Gabe filling me through that hole makes me tingle in all the right ways.
When I enter the dining room, Reaper looks up from his spot in the living room. “Venire,” I command Reaper to come and walk to the back door. Flipping the lock, I slide open the door and let Reaper into the backyard. He does what he typically does: sticks his nose to the ground and makes a small round, checking for danger before doing his business. I leave the door open, knowing he will make his way inside when he is done.
I only move away from the door, maybe five steps, when I hear a small yelp from the open doorway. Thinking that Reaper might have stepped on something, I didn’t think much about it. I grab a glass from the dish drainer and fill it with water. I drink the whole glass in one go and refill it once more. Turning around, I notice that Reaper is still outside, but he should already be back inside by now. Whenever we stay in a new place, Reaper doesn’t stay away from my side for long, even when he is outside.
Stepping out onto the deck, everything feels off. Before I can step back into the house or even think about screaming in hopes of waking Gabe up, the sound of someone rushing me fills the night air, and something hits me hard on the side of my head.
The first thing I notice when I come to is that my head is pounding hard. When I try to move my hands, I can’t. My left shoulder is killing me, but I push through the pain. It’s so dark around me that I can’t see where I am. The room spins as I sit up, and I have just enough time to lean my head to the side before I empty the contents of my stomach. The movement makes pain shoot through not only my head but my whole body. I try to pull on whatever is binding my hands, but it’s useless.
Rubbing my wrists together, I listen intently, trying to figure out what the person used. When the feel and sound of plastic move, I know it’s zip ties. Before I have time to see if my feet are tied, the lights come on, and I slam my eyes shut. The light causes pain to ricochet around my head, and I groan.
“Nice to see you awake. For a second there, I thought I might have hit you too hard.” A male voice cuts through the throbbing in my head. Even though the light is going to do nothing but cause me more pain, I have to know who took me.
Slowly, I open my eyes and find not one but two people standing in front of me. The urge to look around the space fights for attention, but I keep my eyes fixed on the couple. First, I study the woman and instantly realize she isn’t here willingly. Her head is dropped, her eyes cast to the floor. From how she stands, I’m guessing her hands are also restrained behind her back. The shirt she is wearing is beyond dirty. Not only is there dirt and mud caked on her, but there is clearly blood staining in a couple of places where the shirt has been sliced through. Her legs are covered in jeans that are just as dirty as the top and also has tears with blood staining around them.
Sliding my gaze to the woman’s left, I focus on the man. I’ve never seen him before. Is this the man who is helping hide Ned? I size him up to see if I could take him in hand to hand combat. I would say that he is about six foot tall. How do I know? A six-foot-tall ladder is leading against said pole, and the man is as tall as it. His brown hair is buzzed on the sides and a couple of inches longer on the top. He has a medium build with clearly a bit of extra weight around his midsection. I think I could take him. I have not only training but rage on my side. Finally my gaze lands on his eyes and they hold me captive because even from across the room I see hatred burning brightly in them. Yep, this man hates me for reasons I don’t know.
