Resolution (Saviour #2)(89)







CHAPTER 26





Our morning sex is the complete opposite to last night. Last night he treated me with such reverence that I truly felt worshipped, this morning it’s almost as if he’s angry with me. I orgasm regardless. I mean come on, who wouldn’t?

I look up into his eyes as he lies on top and still inside of me. “Are you okay?”

“I don’t wanna go. I don’t want to leave you Lauren” He rests his forehead against mine.

“It’s just two nights Gabe, Stella’s coming over to stay with me tonight and I’m having the girls over for dinner on Thursday night and Friday you’re home; what time do you land?”

“About four I think, traffic will be shit house that time on a Friday coming through the city so I probably won’t get back here till after six. Ava isn’t coming this weekend so at least I don’t have to divert to pick her up this week”

I kiss each of his cheeks and then his lips. “Well. No Ava means we can spend the entire weekend in bed, I might just have to do a little shopping while you’re away and give you a proper homecoming.”

I can feel his cock twitch inside me as he considers what I’ve just said. Good, I’ve distracted him from worrying about leaving me. For now at least. He kisses my neck and I can feel him smile against my skin as he speaks. “What kind of shopping?”

“The dirty, filthy kind.” I instantly feel him start to grow hard again.

“Oh baby, my favourite kind of shopping. And what do you plan on buying on this dirty, filthy shopping trip?”

He’s moving his hips in such a way that it is actually making my head spin, he’s grinding in a sort of figure eight pattern.

“Well that would, ahhh, spoil the surprise. Unless you, f*ck, unless you have a specific request?”

He sucks with just his lips on my nipple as he looks up at me through those amazing lashes of his. Then over my chest, up my throat and back to my mouth.

“I like it when you surprise me. Dirty, filthy surprises are good. Can I take pictures?”

He stops gyrating and grinding as he waits for my answer. I need the friction so I start grinding against him. He lifts his hips away from me.

“Na ha Lauren. Can I take pictures?”

I let out a sigh of frustration. “I’m a fat geriatric gravida. Why would you want pictures of me?”

“I don’t even know what that means. I can only assume it means hot, sexy, totally f*ckable. Did I mention hot? Mummy to be, because that baby is what you are, so why wouldn’t I want pictures?”

I shrug. I don’t care at this moment in time, I’m just about ready for another orgasm, he can do whatever he likes. “Yes Gabe, you can take pictures. Just make me come one more time before you leave.”

“You’re very demanding this morning.”

“Nah. Just horny as f*ck, deal with it Wilde.”

“Oh I can more than deal with it Lauren.”

And he did! Half hour later we are enjoying a shower together, as Gabe stands behind me massaging shampoo into my scalp my mind drifts back to the wake up sex we had first thing this morning.

“Did I do something to piss you off earlier this morning?’

He grips my shoulders and turns me around to face him; he’s frowning so hard it’s causing a deep ridge in between his eyebrows, making him look quite severe. “Piss me off. When?”

“First thing, the sex you woke me up with, it was a bit.” I screw my face up trying to think of the right word. “Harsh, rough?”

He’s very quiet for a long moment as his eyes scan my entire face; he lets out a deep breath and pulls me into him so I wrap my arms around his neck and hold onto him. “Gabe. Whatever’s wrong?”

I lean back away from him so that I can see his face; he’s still frowning as he studies my face. “Did I hurt you?”

“No. You still made me come, it’s just that it was a bit different, you’ve been so gentle with me since we found out about the babies, that’s all.” I shrug as I speak, there’s something up and I can’t put my finger on it. Surely he can’t be that worried about leaving me just for a couple of days.

“You gonna tell me what’s wrong?” The water is hitting our backs and splashing down in between us. He rubs his hands over his face and pushes them up and through his hair.

“You’re gonna think I really am a freaky weirdo when I tell you this.”

“I think you really are a freaky weirdo anyway so tell me. I won’t judge, promise.”

He looks down at me and gives the tiniest of smiles. “I wanted to make you sore so that you would think about me while we are apart.”

The little lump that’s been lingering permanently in my throat these past few months instantly expands to the size of the entire Southern Hemisphere and my eyes fill with tears. “Babe. Whether we are physically together or not, we are never apart, you’re my first thought in the morning and my last as I drift off to sleep at night and that will be no different these few days that you’re away. Where has this come from?”

I’m confused, does this man not get how he consumes me? “I get scared Lauren, I worry that I’m not enough, that I will f*ck up and you will leave me. That you’ll go back to him.”

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