On the Rocks (Last Call #1)(33)

Instead, I lift her up, wrap her legs around my waist, and walk over to the pool table, sitting her down on it. It takes me just moments to disrobe her, and when she’s naked, I put my hand against her chest and push her back. She has to tilt her head to the side to avoid the pool light hanging low, but then she’s laid out before me with her body lit up from the glow above her.

Smoothing my hands up her stomach and over her breasts, I tell her, “You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.”

She smiles at me, shy and soft, unable or unwilling to be able to handle a real compliment. That warms me to my soul and for a brief moment, I think about Sasha. If I had her spread out before me and laid the same sentiment on her doorstep, she would have smiled at me in triumph, her eyes clearly conveying, “Yes, I know I’m the sexiest woman, and you should be damn thankful for it.”

I never realized that about her until just this very moment, but then I shake my head mentally. Sasha has no business being in my head at this moment, but I choose to believe that thought came unbidden to make me appreciate Gabby all the more.

“What do you want?” I ask her as I roll her nipples between my fingers.

She gasps and arches her hips off the table. “I want you inside of me.”

“Are you ready?”

Her eyes challenge me. “See for yourself.”

So I do.

I bring one hand down between her legs, running my fingers through her curls and down a little further. She’s wet already and I sink a finger inside of her, fascinated to watch it disappear into her heat.

“Oh, baby,” I murmur. “You’re ready.”

“For you… always.”

My eyes snap up to hers and, for a moment, she seems embarrassed to have said that because her eyes slide to the side, hiding from me.

I bend over her, grasping her chin and bring my lips to hers, kissing her softly. When I pull back, I stare at her hard. “Don’t. Don’t ever hide what you feel from me. I love that you’re ready for me… always.”

She swallows hard and nods at me.

I push back from her and grab onto her legs, pulling her closer toward me so her butt slides over the lip and comes right to the edge. I step in between her legs, taking my dick in my hand and lining it up to her sweet core, having to bend my legs slightly to find the right angle.

Her eyes flutter closed in anticipation, so I choose not to make her wait. Flexing my hips forward, I start to sink into her slowly. Her lips part and a tiny puff of air comes out before she says, “Oh, Hunter.”

My entire body shudders, not just from the contact of her warmth surrounding me, but from those two simple words she just uttered. My name… held with reverence and desire.

Nothing has ever sounded sweeter to me.

I straighten my legs, wrapping my hands under her ass and lifting her up from the table. It causes me to sink into her deeper, and it feels perfect.

With measured care, I start to move against her and, after just a few thrusts, I’m lost to her, picking up the pace with driving force.

It doesn’t take either of us long, and the minute she starts to fall, I follow right along behind her.





Hunter has decided to throw a party this afternoon, and I’m petrified. Scared shitless. It’s just a casual, Saturday afternoon get together with local friends, but I feel the spotlight glaring down on me.

I’m worried that people will know that we’re f*cking each other. He’ll look at me a certain way, or I won’t be able to take my eyes off him, and people will just know.

So far, it’s not been that big of a deal… keeping our secret. We see each other at Last Call during the day, but he pretty much stays out of my way while I’m working. At night, I go to his house, where he does insanely wicked things to my body, and then I go home the next morning to shower and change for the next day of work. It’s like shampooing my hair.

Lather, rinse, repeat.

The only person who knows that something is going on with Hunter is Savannah, and that’s only because after the third night of not coming home, she asked me where I had been. And whether you consider it a fault or not, I’m not very good at lying when I’m confronted with a direct question.

So I answered her simply, “I’ve met someone, and I’ve been staying at his house.”

Then she asked, “Who?”

And, of course, I couldn’t lie, so I said, “Hunter Markham.”

She didn’t even bat an eyelash and said, “Not surprised. The way he looked at you when he came over here that morning… Whoa momma… it was hot.”

I rolled my eyes at her but then promptly swore her to secrecy, which she gladly gave me. I mean, who would she tell anyway? She’s friends with Casey and Alyssa by mere virtue of the fact she’s my roommate, but she’s not super close friends with them. Besides, Savannah isn’t a gossip. She’d never casually, or intentionally, drop that information.

Luckily, I’ve managed to avoid any questions from Casey or Alyssa. Oh, I talk to them frequently via phone, text, or email, but they’ve never come right out and asked, “Hey, Gabby… are you screwing anyone nowadays?” They’ve never seen me around Hunter since we started sleeping together, so there’s been nothing to rouse their suspicions.

So all has been good and well… secret.