The Plan (Off-Limits Romance, #4)(41)

“You mean you travel all the time?” I shrug. “I can handle that. You see little peanut when you can, and when you’re gone, you FaceTime.” I pull my lips tight as surprise tears blur my vision. “Do you know how happy it makes me to think about my baby having a father?”

He shakes his head slowly, his face somber. Then one corner of his mouth tucks up, and he looks sad. “I don’t.”

I squeeze my eyes shut. “Dammit.”

“I know, right? Emotions.” He wrinkles his nose.

“How is he? If you don’t mind that I ask?”

He shrugs, his gaze on the mattress for just a second before meeting mine. “I have him up at Cedar Crest, you know, assisted living.” He shrugs again, just one shoulder. “He’s not drinking.”

“That’s amazing. And it has to feel so good, you know? His body must be so much stronger now.”

He pulls his features into a neutral sort of look that might be a poker face but probably is cover for a frown. “Dementia. So—hard to say.”

“Ah, damn. I’m really sorry.”

“Gets me hard faster than anything. You wanna make a baby?” He smiles, and it’s a little desperate and for sure a cover for the sad.

“Oh yeah, after we talk about my grandma’s dentures. Kidding. She doesn’t have dentures.” I cross myself. “Sorry, Grandma Ellis. Her teeth are better than mine. WTH.”

Gabe smiles. “You always brushed excessively.”

“I know, that’s what they said! They gave me a soft toothbrush and said be gentle.” I roll my eyes.

His smile broadens. “Too much of a good thing.”

“Unlike this.” I lean in close to him, and Gabe’s hand comes to my cheek. Then we’re kissing…and it’s like the very first time.





10





Gabe





It’s not supposed to go this way. Even as my body tears at Marley’s—I’m kissing my way frantically toward her pussy, and then nudging my tongue between her slit—alarms are peeling in my head.

It shouldn’t be so effortless, so easy to be near her. She shouldn’t taste so good, feel so good.

She’s not yours.

I try to tell myself as she comes under my tongue, her soft thighs tensing around my shoulders. As she strokes my cock and looks into my eyes, her own gaze curious and kind—affirming, even. Marley feels just like a friend, her confidence and warmth overflowing in the ether between us. Where she was hesitant and insecure as a younger woman, now she seems strong and vibrant—in the very best of ways. I can feel it even in her grip on me: Marley is all in. She knows what she wants, and she is going to get it.

She’s jerking me off, and fuck, I’m almost coming in her fucking hand.

I’m so close to spilling in between her fingers that I have to put a hand on hers and stop her.

“On your hands and knees,” I growl, and almost immediately, she’s changing gears.

Marley wags her ass around. I grab it with both hands. “This thing is so damn round. What do you do to it?”

She giggles.

God, I want to eat this ass. I want to finger that sweet pussy till she’s rocking back against me. When she’s desperate and panting, I’ll draw my fingers out, I’ll leave her swollen clit wanting, and I’ll press my cockhead against her opening…and take my time pushing inside.

So that’s exactly what I do. I spend an hour making Marley desperate for me. Then I rub my head against her cunt, I push a hint inside. She cries out, and I withdraw, and then she gasps, and then I’m one…two inches in.

“Oh GOD!” It’s shrieked.

She’s pushing back against me, desperate to be filled. And so I pull out one more time, and when I’m teasing her again, I grab her hips and whisper, “Does that greedy pussy want me?”

“Oh yes, please…”

And so I let her have it. One long, forceful stroke and then I’m planted in her, spreading her so wide I think I feel her stretch; I know I hear her gasp, then groan. She’s still—I feel her legs shaking—until I push in even deeper. Then she’s grunting, gasping, pushing back against me, trembling almost violently as she feels me wholly inside her. I’m inside her, and she’s loud, oh God, so fucking loud as I pull out and plunge back in. She falls against the mattress, bowing with my hands clutching her hips, and I imagine her an offering, a warm, wet, willing gift I accept happily. My cock has never felt as good as it does now, inside her swollen chamber.

“So tight,” I hiss.

Marley makes a guttural sound as I pull out, and drive back in. I fill her, and she whimpers, and it’s that soft sound that drives me crazy, that sweet mewl that makes me want to give her more, that makes me want to give her so much she boils over. I pump at a pace that seems to drive her mad—she scrambles back onto my cock when I withdraw it—and then I pull out, dip my fingers in, and smear her slickness backwards.

“Ohhhhh…”

“I know. You want me filling you up, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Yes Gabe,” I correct.

I walk a dripping fingertip around her rim, and Marley shudders. “Please, Gabe…”