I snicker as Gabe turns and gestures for us to leave the office. The three of us are silent until we leave the administration building. Once we’re out in the early spring sunshine, Elliot is the first to speak. “Remind me to literally never get on yourbad side, Gabe. That was…well, I don’t know what that was, but thank you.”
Gabe shrugs, like what he did in there was nothing. “No thanks necessary. Like I said, we’re family now, and honestly, that asshole needed to go.”
“Did he seriously go after undergrads?” I ask, viscerally horrified by the thought of it.
“Seems that way. He was careful, and at least at this point, it looks like they were all of legal age. I leave the lawyering to my very brilliant and beautiful wife, but it seems to me that when it’s undergrads and the dean of students in a position of extreme power and authority, there have got to be some real issues of consent. He’ll get what’s coming to him. I’ll make sure of it.”
“How did you figure this all out so fast?”
Gabe just smiles. “My network is vast, and my resources are extreme. I can do pretty much anything.”
I snort, shoving Gabe back a step. “The billionaire, king of the world thing doesn’t work on me, dude. I once saw you fart into a Tupperware to see if you could save itfor science.” I make air quotes around for science and everyone laughs.
Gabe swings an arm around me and plants a kiss on my head. “Love you, Ames. I promised Molly a day of Boston touristy things. You guys want to come? She wants to eat her way through Quincy Market.”
Elliot and I look at each other, and I know we’re both thinking the same thing. “No thanks,” I say, leaning into Gabe and wrapping an arm around his waist. “But dinner tonight before you head back to Pittsburgh?”
“You got it. I’ll catch you guys later.”
“Thanks again,” Elliot says, shaking Gabe’s hand. “I talked a good game, but I like it here. I didn’t really want to leave.”
Gabe smiles. “I know.”
With a wave, he heads in the direction of his rental car. Elliot wraps an arm around my shoulder, and I wrap both of mine around his waist, burying my face in his chest and inhaling his spicy scent that soothes me right down to my bones. I want to talk to him about what just happened and what comes next—and so many other things because he is my favorite person and I love the sound of his voice. But there is time enough for that. Right now, there’s one thing I want most of all, and I know he feels the same.
“Home?” Elliot murmurs into my ear.
“Absolutely, yes. Take me home, El. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
ELLIOT
The pleasure finds me at the edge of my dreams.
It’s slow and drugging, swimming its way through my veins as my brain slowly surfaces from sleep. It’s that perfect, hazy moment between night and day. Conscious and not. I wake up slowly. So slowly that, for a minute, it seems like maybe I’m not waking up at all. Like maybe the dream will pull me back under, the pleasure disappearing in a whisp.
And then, I wake all at once.
My eyes fly open to my bedroom, bathed in the dim, pre-dawn light. And they look straight into Amelia’s beautiful browns, sparkling with amusement and heat as she rises above me, naked, gleaming hair streaming down her back. She’s straddling my hips, rocking back and forth slowly, her pussy sliding over my dick, coating me in the evidence of her arousal.
“Fuck, Ames, look at you,” I rasp out, my voice gritty with sleep and pleasure, my hands sliding up and down her thighs and my hips jerking involuntarily when she gives me a sly grinand grinds down harder on me. “So gorgeous, baby. My girl is the most beautiful girl.”
“Morning, El,” she says, her voice catching on a gasp when my tip hits her clit. “Sleep okay?”
I glide my hands up her torso, cupping her naked breasts, toying with her nipples, flicking and tweaking and twisting until a moan falls from her throat. “When I’m wrapped around you, it’s always the best sleep. And when I wake up with you rubbing your hot, wet pussy all over me, it’s always the best day. Fuck, I love you.”
“I love you, El, and I think I’m going to do a lot more than that before this morning is over.”
She winks at me. Fucking winks and pushes up on her knees, wrapping her hand around my cock, pumping me in her fist, her cum mixing with my pre-cum to create the most delicious friction. Pleasure pools at the base of my spine. “Shit, Amelia,” I grit. “You keep doing that and I’m going to come all over your hand before I get inside you.” Pressing my hands into the mattress, I push myself up so I’m sitting with my back against the headboard, Amelia still on her knees straddling me. “Please, Mystery Girl, put me inside you. Nothing feels as good as your pussy wrapped around my cock in the morning.”
Amelia smiles, tightening her fist around me, chuckling when I hiss out a breath. “I like it when you beg, El. I think you should do a little more of that before I give you what you want.”
Rising higher on her knees, Amelia hovers over me, positioning my cock right at her entrance and rubbing my tip over her clit, moaning when I hit her just right. Tipping her hips forward, she lets the tip of my cock dip inside her before pulling it out again, circling her opening and then using me to tease her clit. Her mouth falls slightly open, and her eyes haze with pleasure as she uses me to get herself off.
A whimper falls from her throat as she circles her hips, and watching her take her pleasure from me is so fucking hot, I have to twist my fingers into the sheets to hold myself back from thrusting my hips up and burying myself inside her.
“Goddammit, Amelia,” I groan as she circles her hips faster, pushes my cock more firmly over her clit, panting, a gorgeous flush crawling up her chest. “You’re beautiful when you’re taking what you need from me. Look down, baby. Look at you dripping all over me. I can’t wait to get inside you.”
