Going Down Easy (Boys of the Big Easy #1)(49)

Addison licked and sucked and stroked. She used her hands and lips and tongue. She stroked over his abs, loving the feel of the muscles bunching under her touch. She ran her hands up to his chest, circling his nipples as she sucked him. She lifted her head and looked up at him. “Talk to me, Gabe. My mouth’s full, so I can’t tell you how much I love doing this to you and how hot this is and how every time I run my tongue up and down your cock, I can practically feel it in my pussy. So you have to talk.”

His fingers tightened in her hair momentarily as he stared down at her, his eyes dark and hot. But he started talking. Oh, did he.

“Your pussy is my favorite place to be,” he said roughly. “But damn, your mouth is a very close second. I love how your cheeks get pink and your nipples get hard when you’re sucking me off. I love that you’re so greedy about it, like my cock is all you ever need. I love having you on your knees as if you’re just there to serve and pleasure me. When I know that you know that I’m wrapped so fucking tight around your little finger that I’d give you the damned moon if you wanted it. I love how you make those little noises when you’ve got me in your mouth, as if you’ll never get enough. And I love how wet you get from this and how I can sink into you, balls deep, and make you come within minutes.”

And she definitely felt her nipples get hard and her core pulse and how close she was to coming just from this.

It was only a few minutes later that his thighs were tightening, and he was warning her he was going to come.

This wasn’t the first blow job she’d given him, though, and she didn’t pull back for a second. But Gabe put both hands on her head and moved her off his cock, dragged her into his lap, and sank deep, just as he’d said.

They moved together, fast and furious, chasing the oh-so-close climaxes that came crashing over them moments later.

Gabe buried his face between her breasts, clasping her body to his. Addison wrapped her arms around his neck. And they both worked to just breathe.

Finally, he looked up at her. “That was . . . amazing.”

She stroked her fingers through his hair and smiled down at him. “Yeah, it was. It’s been too long again.”

He nodded. “But we’re getting practice at this grab-an-opportunity-and-go-with-it thing.”

“We are. Though we might have to get faster. As much as I loved all of that, we can’t do that in the laundry room.”

“Challenge accepted,” he said.

She laughed and climbed off his lap. It wasn’t particularly sexy, but she handed him some tissues to clean up with and wondered how bad an idea it would be to use antibacterial hand wipes down there when she realized something that stopped her heart for a moment.

She looked up at him quickly. He must have seen something in her eyes that startled him because he immediately frowned. “What?”

She swallowed. “We didn’t use a condom.”

He froze. Then gave a nearly inaudible “Holy shit.”





Chapter Eight

Addison made herself breathe in and out. And then again. And again. Okay, they hadn’t used a condom. Okay, that wasn’t for sure a bad thing. It wasn’t the end of the world. But it was a very big deal.

“Ad,” Gabe said, reaching over and taking her hand, “talk to me.”

“I just . . .” She looked at him and saw the true concern in his eyes. And her thoughts spun—to Gabe laughing with his brother, and hugging his mom, and trying to coax Cooper into touching an alligator, and watching Stella with an expression of wonder and intimidation and affection, and listening to a support-group member, and looking at her when he first rolled over in bed in the morning.

Gabe Trahan was an amazing man. Not using a condom with him was maybe not the smartest move of her life, but it was hardly a disaster.

“I’m okay,” she finally said.

He lifted both eyebrows. “Yeah?”

“I mean, I can’t believe I did that. But I’ve got the IUD, so we’re fine, and yeah, I’m okay.”

Gabe looked a little disappointed in her answer. She frowned. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” He shrugged and pulled his hand from her, smoothing the front of his shirt and retucking it, even though it was very well tucked.

“Why do you seem not okay?” she asked.

He frowned. “I’m fine. I just had a blow job in a limo. Couldn’t be better.”

She should let it go. Two months ago, she would have. For sure six months ago, she would have. But things were different now. She and Gabe were . . . involved. That was the best word for it, probably.

So she pulled on her thong and then climbed back into his lap.

He didn’t push her away, and his hands settled on her hips, as if they were meant to be there, but he didn’t look up at her right away.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

He sighed. “It’s stupid, and I’m sorry for thinking it.”

“For thinking what?”

“That knocking you up wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world and that I would like you to feel the same way.”

Surprise hit her first, but a feeling of yeah-I-get-it followed it very quickly. She finally nodded. “It wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.”

He was clearly not expecting that answer. “No?”