Javier
Gabriella’s upset with me. She said that I could protect her the way I see fit, but she isn’t comfortable with guns.
She needs to learn how to shoot.
As I drive across the island, I’m trying to stay calm so Gabriella doesn’t stress, but I’m flipping out inside.
Triker is a dangerous gang member. While he could have been trying just to scare Gabriella, I find it hard to believe.
What if he comes after her? How are you going to protect her when you aren’t around?
Thank God we got out of the restaurant alive.
From now on, your gun goes everywhere with you.
Gabriella is staring out the window. I reach for her hand. She squeezes it back but says nothing.
When we get to my condo, I lead her into the elevator and think about earlier in the day when we got stuck and had sex in it.
If only I could reverse the day and have taken Gabriella to a different restaurant.
I pull her into me and kiss the top of her head. She peers up at me, her eyes full of worry and anxiety.
Figure out how to get her mind off Triker and guns. She doesn’t need to become depressed.
Gabriella told me not to worry about her mental health, but I’m fully aware of the dangers of her going backward. Spending time in a war zone creates a lot of psychological issues. Many of my friends have developed PTSD or severe depression issues. Hell, I had my own black hole after I left Afghanistan and had to deal with the thoughts and nightmares of all the men I killed.
Plus, three of the men I was responsible for in my unit never made it home. I still blame myself for their deaths. I was their leader, and a Marine’s motto is to leave no man behind.
I didn’t do that for those three soldiers, and no matter how much therapy I have, no one will ever convince me otherwise.
After I retired from the military, I realized I needed to get my shit together to pass all the FBI training and psychological tests. My friend from high school, Peter Carter, Chloe’s ex-fiancé, knew every angle and how to answer questions. His dad is the head of the organization, and before every test, Peter would drill me until I could explain in my sleep everything the way the FBI wanted to hear it.
When Connor gave me a glimpse into Gabriella’s past, my heart bled. Thinking about her all week and wondering if she was doing okay but not being able to find out drove me insane. Listening to her tell me at dinner how she worried she would never be released from the mental hospital and how she didn’t want to go back makes me want to do everything in my power to help her stay mentally healthy so she never has to experience anything like that again.
From everything she’s told me, she’s doing really well, and I’m proud of her for sticking with her routine and having the courage to stand up for herself and set boundaries in her relationships.
She’s amazing, and I’ve never met anyone like her. And I’ll be damned if Triker gets near her again.
But I need to get her mind off of what happened tonight. It’s one thing for me to worry about it, but she doesn’t need to, and as her man, it’s my duty to distract her. So that’s what I’m going to do.
I punch in the code to my condo and open the door. “After you.” I motion with my hand for her to go through.
“Aren’t you chivalrous.”
I playfully slap her ass as she walks through the entryway. “It’s a mirage for me to get what I want.”
“Is that right?”
I shut and lock the door. “Yep.”
“And what is it you want?”
Like a pervert, I check her out, lingering on her female body parts, and lick my lips.
She steps forward and traces the rose tattoo on my forearm, and little sparks of adrenaline burst in my veins from her touch. In a confident, sexy voice, she suggests, “Let’s play a game.”
My cock pulses in my pants, and she continues to examine my tattoos and outline them with her finger. “What game would that be?”
“Naughty Gabriella.”
Fuck yes.
Maybe you don’t have to try hard to distract her...she seems to know how to do that herself.
I try not to smile, but my grin is taking over the width of my face. “And how does that work?”
Standing on tiptoe, she leans into my ear and barely licks my lobe then murmurs, “I’m going to do everything to you except make you come, and when I’m done, you get to punish me, however you see fit.” She reaches down and lightly strokes my erection that grows under her touch. “Do you want to play, Javier?” She pulls away and gives me wide, innocent eyes.
Wipe your drool.
“Yes!”
“I have a rule though.”
“A rule?”
“Mm-hmm.” She licks her lips.
“What’s that?”
“I’m in charge until I get my punishment.”
Hell yeah.
“Okay. You’re in charge. I’ll agree.”
She points to the armless chair next to the sofa. “Be a good soldier and go sit there. And take your clothes off.”
I don’t argue, and she turns and walks to the bedroom.
“Where are you going?”
“Don’t ask questions. I’ll be back in a minute. Now strip and sit.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I tell her and obey all her orders, quickly removing my clothes and sitting on the black leather chair.
A few minutes pass, and she sneaks up behind me, but her floral scent flares in my nostrils. Gabriella whispers, “Stand at the side of the chair and stare straight ahead.”
I rise and move to the side.
The warmth of her breath hits the skin on my back, and her lips brush my shoulders. She trails her fingers down my spine and over my ass, slapping it then squeezing it. “Very nice, Agent Lòpez.”
“You like that?” I ask her in a cocky voice.
“Mm-hmm.” Her palms circle my waist, and she moves them close to my cock but doesn’t touch it, instead caressing my upper quad muscle.
Tingling heat flows straight to my erection.
She steps forward, flush to my body, and I inhale deeply and reach behind and clasp her thighs.
She jumps back. “No touching.”
“No touching?”
“No.”
I put my hands in front of me.
“Sit down,” she commands.
I lower myself into the chair, and she massages my shoulders and leans over me. Her long, soft, wavy blonde hair falls in my lap, teasing my manhood as she digs into my shoulders.
“You’re good at that,” I praise.
She kisses my collarbone, neck, jawline. When she gets near my mouth, I turn into her, but she stops. “You can kiss me, but you can’t use your lips.”
“I can’t use my lips?”
“Nope.” She licks them, and I instantly open my mouth and greedily try to get my tongue against any part of hers I can.
Don’t touch her, I repeat in my head and grip the cushion of the chair.
When she pulls away, I’m harder than a rock and panting, desperate for more.
Where did this girl come from? I ask myself for the hundredth time since meeting her.
Gabriella moves in front of me, and my pulse increases. She’s wearing a red bra that zips over her nipples. It shimmers and resembles leather. Her bikini bottoms have the same material over her sex and ass with a zipper on both sides. Red mesh over her hips connects the pieces.
A leather garter belt is attached to red fishnet stockings, and a pair of matching red stilettos finish her outfit.
“Jesus,” I mutter, studying every inch of her. “Turn around.”
She turns and slowly bends then flips her hair in the air on her way up.
Adrenaline pumps through my veins. “Damn, you’re hot.”
She smirks, spins, and straddles me.
I put my arms around her, and she smacks them. “No touching me.”
“I’m ready to punish you now.”
She leans into my ear. “Sorry, baby, but I haven’t gotten to be naughty yet.” She flicks her tongue on my ear then down my body and across my nipple while gyrating on my cock.
“Fuck, Gabriella,” I mumble, restraining myself from touching her.
She sucks on my neck, and I grasp the padding of the seat. “Where do you want my mouth, hmm?”
My heart beats harder.
She sticks a finger in my mouth, and I suck on it, staring into her ice-blue eyes while she circles her hips on my cock.
“Do you want my lips here...?” She removes her digit and sucks on my bottom lip.
I groan.
“Or here...?” She licks my chest. “Here?” She moves to my abs, kissing my six-pack and flicking her tongue in my belly button.
I grasp her hair, and she freezes. “Touching is a no-no. If you touch, I stop. Do you want me to stop?”
“No. Please don’t stop,” I blurt out.
She runs the back of her fingers over my cheek. “Sit on your hands.”
“Sit on my hands?”
She rises off my body. “Mm-hmm.”
I obey her.
“No. Palms up.”
Palms up?
I flip them over.
“Good, baby. Do you know why you need them like that?”
“No.”
She focuses on my biceps, tracing my tattoo and following it across my chest. Then she drops her fingers down my flesh until it hits the base of my cock before running it up my shaft.
I pulse against her finger.
She puts her mouth next to my ear and whispers, “I’m going to lick you.” She swipes her tongue on my lobe. “And suck you.” She presses her lips on it and draws it into her mouth. “And make you so desperate, you’ll beg me to finish.”
My cock throbs.
Good God, this is the hottest woman I know.
And she’s mine.
“So, I’m being nice to you and giving you something to squeeze because if you touch me, I’ll have to stop.”
“Well, I wouldn’t want that,” I mumble to her.
She lightly runs her nail down my nose. “No, we don’t.” She bats her blue eyes then dips and kisses my thighs.
My breathing becomes heavier. My nails lightly dig into my flesh.
Tipping her head up at me, she purrs, “Where do you want my tongue?”
“On my cock.”
She slowly licks from the base up to the tip and sucks gently on it.
“Oh fuuuuuuuck.”
She pushes her nails into my quads then grazes my knees. “Say please.”
“Please.”
“Please, what?”
“Please, Gabriella.”
“Wrong answer, try again.”
Try again?
I swallow hard, desperate to answer her question but not sure how. My dick is pulsing, hard as steel, and my balls ache.
“What do you want me to do to you?”
“Please lick, suck, whatever you want to do to my cock. As long as you’re touching me, please do it,” I growl at her.
She surprises me and jumps up, kisses me so intensely, my thighs hurt from my nails digging in them. When she’s done, I’m breathless, and my cock is on fire.
“You’re the best kisser,” I tell her.
She smirks.
“And you’re sexy as hell.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes. And please put your pretty mouth on my dick, or I’m going to break your rules and end this game now.”
She plays some more tongue games with me then goes straight to my erection and licks my shaft like a porn star.
“God damn, Gabriella,” I growl at her, jabbing my fingers into my skin so hard, I’m sure I’ll have marks.
A vibrating heat surges through my body.
With every lick, every suck, every graze of her teeth on my shaft, my breathing becomes more shallow, my heart pounds harder, and my blood flows so fast, I feel like I’m flying.
On edge and about to climax, I’m grunting and calling out obscenities while begging her to finish me off. When she rises and brings her lips to mine, she tells me, “I think it’s time for my punishment.”
My hands fly out from under my legs, and I spin her, unzip her underwear, spread her legs so she’s straddling me backward, and sit her right on my cock in one downward motion.
“Oh God,” she calls out.
“Move,” I growl, and thrust her on my erection.
I lean against her back, reach around to her pussy, and circle her clit, knowing I’m not going to last long after the torture she just put me through. With my other hand, I squeeze her hip and frantically help her move on me. I suck on the back of her neck.
“Javier...oh God...oh...”
“Come on, baby,” I yell out.
“Oh...oh...oh,” she cries out and shakes on me.
I continue to stroke her, move her hips faster, and thrust harder.
Heat, sweat, and adrenaline consume me. My balls tighten.
I slam her down on me, and she screams, “Oh God!” again then becomes a rag doll quivering in my arms.
My dick is like a stick of dynamite, exploding in her, erupting with force. “Fuuuuck,” I groan and bury my head in the back of her neck.
She leans back on me, breathing hard, and I cling to her. Turning toward me, she loops one arm around the back of my head and pulls me in to kiss her.
I slide my tongue into her mouth, exploring all of it, knowing I’ll never get enough of her kisses. “I’ve never met a woman like you,” I murmur.
“No?” she whispers.
“No. I’m keeping you.”
She softly laughs. “What about Naughty Gabriella?”
“Oh, I’m definitely keeping Naughty Gabriella, too.”