My control snaps, and I reach for her, spinning her around so that her back is to my front, before lowering her to her knees on the floor. I set new records with how fast I move, covering her with my body, nudging her knees apart, and sliding my cock between her legs.
The slickness practically drips onto my dick, and I’ve never been so fucking desperate to get inside her before.
This is primal.
Animal.
Raw.
And it feels so fucking right.
Forty
Scarlett
I reach between my legs and guide Gabriel’s cock to my opening. I don’t know what’s happening to me. I may be on my knees, but I’ve never felt this bold and powerful before. I wanted him inside me five minutes ago, but now I might die if I don’t have him right this second.
“Please, I need . . .”
With a single thrust, he powers inside me, and I inhale sharply as my body stretches to accommodate him. Gabriel leans down and drags his teeth across the skin where my shoulder meets my neck, and growls.
Holy. Shit. I clamp down hard, because I think I might already be ready to come.
“Oh God,” I whisper.
Gabriel’s dark chuckle echoes in my ear before he pulls back and thrusts inside again and again, pausing only to find my clit with his fingers, and then I lose it. The orgasms come so hard and so fast that I can’t separate one from another. I scream words that make no sense, because I couldn’t think if I wanted to.
I lose my grip on time. Space. Reality. Everything. All that exists is the pleasure shattering me.
And when my arms go limp and I drop to brace myself on my forearms, Gabriel roars my name and his cock pulses inside me.
For the space of three heartbeats, neither of us move, speak, or even breathe.
My forehead drops to the floor, and I haul in a breath of air. With a shaky voice, I whisper, “I thought once we got used to each other . . . sex would start to feel the same.”
Against my back, I can feel Gabriel’s entire body shaking with what I assume is laughter. He shifts, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.
“Never with you. It’s always a battle not to come. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me in my entire life, Scarlett. And just know, anytime you want it like this, all you gotta do is grab my head and shove it in your pussy. That can be our signal.”
And that’s how I found myself belly laughing, naked, on my kitchen floor, happier than I’ve ever been.
“That’s how I unleash the beast? Very subtle,” I say as Gabriel reaches for a kitchen towel hanging from the stove handle.
“Yeah. That’s how you unleash the beast,” he says to me with a massive smile on his face. “You planning on doing that again anytime soon?”
I school my features into what I hope is a serious expression. “Every chance I get.”
He tackles me, and round two is just as good. Maybe even better.
When we finally get out of the shower, both wrapped in our robes—because I bought a big fluffy one for Gabriel with a G embroidered on the breast, and he seemed pretty appreciative from the breath-stealing kiss I received in exchange—we walk back into the kitchen.
I stare at the spot on the floor, in front of the stove where we just went at it like sex-crazed animals. “I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to think about my kitchen the same way again.”
Gabriel laughs when he sees where I’m looking. “I’ll probably never be able to eat in here without a hard-on, but I ain’t complaining. You hungry? I’m cooking.”
“We can order takeout if you want.”
He shakes his head. “Can’t until after the fight. I need to get some protein down, especially after that cardio. You want me to finally teach you how to make those fluffy scrambled eggs you liked so much from Gabe’s Diner?”
His mention of the menu from when I was healing after my surgery fills me with warmth. “I would love to learn how to make those fluffy scrambled eggs from Gabe’s Diner.”
Forty-One
Scarlett
When I wake up Tuesday morning of what I’ve dubbed fight week in my brain, Gabe is already gone. I reach out to touch the sheets, but I know they’ll be cold. He’s been training like a man possessed, and I suppose that’s exactly what he is.
I’ve never seen a man more determined to win at anything in my life. I’m in awe of Gabriel’s dedication, especially because he’s still made as much time for me as he can, even though I’ve told him repeatedly that when this is over, we’ll have plenty of time for each other again.
I smile, remembering that Christine is flying in today from LA to spend time with Ryan, his family, and all the friends she left behind in the city when she headed west with her father upon his retirement. Plus, both Ryan and Christine are coming to the fight.
They shocked the hell out of me when they told me they’d secured tickets. “Did you think we wouldn’t do whatever it took to be there? We know how important this is for you both.”
Warmth filled me at their support. I may not have family who will do anything for me, but my friends are the best a girl could ask for. Harlow, Monroe, and their husbands will be coming, and so will Kelsey and her brother Jon. Flynn is the only one who won’t be there, because all eyes will be on the club, and it’s too well known that she’s underage. Additionally, with the bit of trouble she found for herself, she’s laying kind of low for good reason until it’s all settled.
Legend will be closing after tomorrow night, and the club will remain closed until the doors open on Saturday to let in all the eager fight-goers.
I’m excited about the fight, because Gabriel has worked his ass off, but I’m also terrified. I’ve never had to see the man I love get punched in the face with no pads to block the blows. There’s a good chance I’m going to be watching the whole thing through my fingers, like a little kid sitting through her first horror movie.
Hopefully not, though. I can be strong for Gabriel.
But Bodhi Black is out for blood, especially since it sounds like he doesn’t believe Gabriel wasn’t behind the failed attack to take out his knee. No one has heard from Rolo either, which makes him look even more guilty than the vague suspicions Gabriel had before.
Even more than Bodhi Black, I’m worried about Moses Buford Gaspard. Gabriel said the mob is covering him and not to worry, but that’s easier said than done.
Why can’t he just disappear and never come back? I think as I roll out of bed and slip on the robe I tossed on the chair last night. That would make life so much easier and less stressful.
A knock comes on my interior front door, and I glance at the clock. Amy shouldn’t be here for another forty minutes, so I pad toward it and peek through the peephole.
“Christine!” I unlock the door and yank it open before flinging myself at her in a hug.
“Oh God. Really? It’s too fucking early for this bullshit, Scar. Get it together,” she says, all the while laughing.
I pull back to stare at the freckles dotting her creamy complexion. “I swear to God, you’re the only person I know who hates being hugged this much. And how the hell have you managed not to get any sun at all living in LA? You still look like a New Yorker in the dead of winter.”