On the Rocks (Last Call #1)(45)
She shakes her head in denial. “No—don’t you see? Casey doesn’t think I should be with you. It’s why I didn’t tell her, because I knew deep down she wouldn’t approve. And I can’t measure up to someone like Sasha. I mean, geez, Hunter… she was a pro surfer, and she’s beautiful. She belongs in your world. I don’t.”
“Gabby, you’re wrong about this. Casey will come around, and as far as Sasha… well, you’re just really wrong about that. She doesn’t hold a candle to you… I promise.”
She doesn’t believe me… I can tell.
Which is frustrating, because Gabby is a very smart girl and you can usually appeal to her common sense. Apparently, she’s lost every bit that she used to possess, because my words aren’t penetrating.
So if words won’t make her understand, the only way is to show her with action.
Acting decisively, I move my body over hers, settling against the heat between her legs. My dick starts to grow hard from the contact.
Gabby’s eyes go wide. “What are you doing?”
“There’s apparently no reasoning with you, so I’m going to show you why we are good together.”
I lean down to kiss her, but she stops me dead. “This is just sex, Hunter. It doesn’t mean we belong together.”
Her words piss me off, and she’s in a mindset that I’m not sure I can change right now, but I still feel compelled to push back. “Wrong, Gabs. It’s more than ‘just sex,’ and you know it. People that just have sex don’t sleep together at night, their arms tightly holding on to each other, even in slumber. People that just have sex don’t watch morning sunrises together, nor do they go grocery shopping together. More importantly, I’ve known you most of my life. I’ve watched you grow up and, once upon a time, I crushed your young heart. Then you forgave my foolishness and invited me inside your body. So you better believe your sweet ass that this is more than ‘just sex’. It’s a whole lot more and, if you’d just accept that, things would go a lot smoother between the two of us.”
With my tirade over, Gabby just stares at me, blinking rapidly. I search for some type of reaction in her eyes… anything to give me a clue if I should kiss her or get dressed and leave.
The reaction I get is not expected. Gabby’s lips curl north, and then split into a blinding smile. “That was quite a mouthful, Mr. Markham.”
I’m relieved by her reaction, so it is no hardship to smile back at her. “I’m glad you think so. Does that mean you understand and accept what I’m saying?”
“I’m not an idiot,” she pouts prettily. I have to dig my nails into my palms not to lean down and bite her lower lip.
“But do you really mean that… that Casey will get over this?” She’s still truly worried about that, and I get it.
“Yes,” I promise her. “She’ll get over it. You should have seen the nasty look she threw Sasha’s way before she left. She may be pissed at us right now, but she’s not happy that Sasha kissed me. She considered that a direct slap toward you, not me.”
Gabby rewards me with another smile. “You’re not just saying that, are you? You know… so you can get laid tonight?”
I flex my hips forward and push my erection up against her. “Oh, I’m getting laid tonight. I’m not worried about that.”
She giggles. As I lean down to kiss her, she does something that starts my blood flowing hotly. She brings her hands up against my chest and pushes me off her, flipping me on my back and rolling over on top of me.
Straddling me with her knees firmly gripping my hips and my dick pressed hotly against her backside, she looks down at me and licks her lower lip. Reaching a hand out, she rubs the pad of her thumb across one of my nipples, and I feel it all the way into my groin.
“We’re going to be okay?” she asks me while she watches her thumb move against me.
“Yes,” I tell her sincerely.
“And we care for each other, right?” She tilts her head slightly, still keeping her eyes pinned to what she’s doing to me.
“For almost our entire lives.”
“And it’s more than just sex?” She asks this last question as she reaches her other hand back behind her, snaking her fingers into the fly of my boxers. Her hand surrounds my dick and she gently squeezes me, causing me to twitch from the contact.
She waits for me to answer, but the words are stuck in my throat because she now takes up a stroking pattern on my cock. When nothing is forthcoming, her eyes slide up to mine and whatever she sees reflected causes her to smile just a tiny bit.
“It’s okay,” she assures me. “I’m going to expound on the sex thing right now… We can talk more later.”
Gabby leans down and flicks her tongue over the nipple she had just been torturing with her thumb, and I can’t stop the grunt that comes out. She peeks up at me, giving me a mischievous look.
Then she scoots back down my body, dragging my boxers down with her as she goes. After she pulls them free from my legs and tosses them over her shoulder, she kneels back with her palms on her thighs and just gazes at me.
“You’re such a beautiful man,” she says in reverence.
Before I can even compliment her back, I watch, stunned, as she lifts one hand and puts it against her own chest. Then she slides her fingers down her breastbone, down her stomach, and right down into the front of her lace panties. My jaw hangs open as her hand sinks down… way down, and while the lace of her underwear obscures most of my vision, I can tell she just sunk a finger into herself.