Gabriella
“We win!” I throw my hand of cards down. The guys all shout out disappointment as I high-five Mia and Gracie.
“Ha ha! You’re on breakfast duty tomorrow morning, Beckett,” Mia crows.
“I think Belgian waffles sound good, Connor. And don’t forget the whipped cream and strawberries.” Gracie smirks.
He grunts. “Since when did you three become poker sharks?”
I arrogantly brush my shoulders. “Can’t help it if we have the skills, and you don’t.”
Javier pulls me into his lap. “Don’t get cocky now.”
“Like you wouldn’t be?”
He pecks my lips.
“Beckett, Javier, want another beer?” Connor opens the fridge.
Javier licks his lips. “No, thanks. Think I’m going to call it a night.”
My insides do a happy dance.
“What? It’s only midnight. We’re just getting started,” Connor whines.
Beckett stands. “Mia and I are heading up to bed, too.”
“We are?” Mia asks.
Beckett raises his eyebrows at her.
She puts her hand over her mouth. “Oh yeah. See you all later.”
Gracie rolls her eyes. “Make me a drink, Connor.”
Javier and I rise, say our good nights, and quickly go up to my room.
As soon as the door is shut and locked, he plays music on his phone, slides his hand through my hair, and merges his lips with mine. Fireworks explode in my cells as he walks me backward to the wall farthest from anyone’s room.
The music gets louder, and he tosses his phone on the bed.
“You like this song?” I ask then return to sliding my tongue on his.
“It’s so no one hears you.”
I release his belt and unbutton his jeans. “Who said I’m going to be loud?” I unzip his pants and shove them to the floor.
“I guarantee you’re going to be loud.” He removes my shirt and bra, licks my areolas then lightly sucks.
“Ahh…” Tiny volts of energy fly right to my sex, and I throb with anticipation.
“Told you it’s going to get loud in here,” he mumbles.
Gripping the back of his shirt, I pull it off him, displaying his tattoos and muscles.
No man on earth is sexier than him.
His soft lips flutter across my belly as his fingers expertly release my panties and shorts. In a swift move, he slides his hands between my thighs and lifts my legs over his shoulders, stabilizing me against the wall.
I grasp his head, running my fingers through his soft hair and gripping it.
“God, I love everything about you,” he murmurs then kisses my sex before gliding his tongue throughout me.
I whimper, arching into the wall, pressing my fingertips into his head. Warmth moves from my toes up to my face. My cheeks burn.
“Oh...yes...oh...”
“Shh,” Javier reminds me then molds his lips around my clit, flicking his tongue at it.
“Oh God...oh God, oh God, oh God!” I cry out as he savagely feasts on me.
He grips my hips harder, and I buck into his face.
I squeeze my thighs against his cheeks, pressing my back into the wall. “Right there, oh...don’t stop...oh God!” I cry out.
Javier swipes his tongue faster and drives me into his lips harder.
My insides quiver slowly then faster. Scorching heat seeps through my veins and adrenaline speeds through my core, sending a rippling tide of pleasure to every morsel of my flesh. “Javier,” I yell, shaking hard against the wall.
In my aftermath, he releases me, kissing my torso and nuzzling my breasts. When his lips meet mine, my orgasm is fresh on his tongue, and I lick it greedily.
The hardness of his manhood presses against my stomach, damp with his pre-cum.
“Sit on the edge of the bed. I want to ride you,” I urge.
“Love it when you tell me how you want me.”
“You do?”
“Yeah, baby. Fucking turns me on.”
I shove his chest. “Then sit down so I can ride you hard.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he growls, wraps his arm around my waist and walks backward, kissing me till he gets to the bed.
“I’m so wet for you,” I murmur in his ear then take a nibble of his lobe.
“I can’t wait to be in you, baby.”
With my lower region dripping, I straddle him, sliding down on his cock and moaning from the glorious fullness of his length and girth.
He grunts. “You feel so good.”
“I love how you hold me.”
He tightens his grip. “You belong in my arms.”
“I do. Only yours.” I suck on his lip and circle my hips.
“Keep doing that,” he pants then dips down to suck on the curve of my neck.
“Oh...oh...”
“You’re beautiful perfection,” he murmurs.
I ride him harder, digging my knees deeper into the mattress, circling my lower body faster, clinging to his shoulders.
“God damn, Gabriella.” He seizes my hips, and vigorously thrusts in me. A drop of sweat drips down his neck, and his eyes flicker with fire.
“Oh God, I’m gonna come…oh...oh...”
He puts his hand over my mouth and muffles my cries.
I ride out my climax, shaking in his arms, pulsing against his steel rod. “Javier...oh…”
“Shh...I got you, baby.” He bites my lip then shoves his tongue in my mouth, stealing my breath.
My entire body is humming, oscillating against his flesh.
The walls of my pussy collapse against his cock, spasming with force. He hits my G-spot and swells, pushing against my insides then releases his seed ferociously in me.
I spin into an orgasm so strong, I become a rag doll in his arms.
He grunts and embraces me tight, both of us climaxing and sweating.
My heart pounds, and I try to find air. “Do you think anyone heard us?”
Arrogance crosses his face. “Probably not me but definitely you.”
I bury my face in his neck. “Oh crap.”
“I’m teasing. The music is loud. Don’t stress.” He steals a kiss and then pats my ass. “Okay, under the covers.” He pulls the bedding back, and we both slide in.
I cuddle into his arms. “This is my favorite place on earth.”
“Your bed?”
“No. Snuggled with you.”
He scoots farther down so my face is next to his. “You can use my body anytime you want.”
I giggle. “Is that so?”
“You’ll get no complaints from me.”
I trace the tattoo on his arm. “You and Beckett seem okay now.”
He brushes the hair off my face. “All good.”
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“Keeping your word and not backing down but then not holding a grudge. I know it can be a lot to be here, too.”
“Gabriella, I like your family.”
I lift my head. “You do?”
“Yeah. Why do you seem surprised?”
I shrug. “Maybe because every time we’re around my family, there’s drama.”
His lips twitch. “You do have a lot of it.”
“We’re either fighting or having fun together. There is no in between.”
“I kind of like that. You always know where you stand.”
I trace the rose tattoo on his chest. “Tell me about your family.”
“My dad and mom live in the Washington D.C. area. My two older brothers are military and overseas. Well, my oldest brother, Andre, isn’t anymore. He works for an international agency, rescuing people.”
“Wow.”
“Yeah, he’s a total badass. But so is my brother Blaise.”
“Sisters?”
“No sisters.”
“Do you miss your family?”
“Sure. But I went in the Marines when I was eighteen. I haven’t lived near them in over a decade. You get used to being on your own.”
“Sounds lonely.”
“Sometimes,” he quietly says.
I turn more and put my elbow on the bed and hoist my head on my hand. “Why did you leave the Marines?”
“I normally tell people my tour was up. It was time.”
“Is that not the real reason?”
“It’s part of it.”
“What’s the other reason?”
His expression turns painful. “I needed to stop being surrounded by death.”
I put my hand on his cheek. “That must have been difficult.”
His jaw clenches and he blinks a few times.
I kiss him. “Do you miss any of it?”
He pauses. “I miss some of the guys.”
“Do you ever see them?”
“Not really. Most stayed in the military. Civilian life is different.”
“How so?”
Silence.
“Sorry. You don’t have to answer that.”
“No, it’s okay. I was trying to figure out how to answer it. The best thing I can come up with is when you’re on a military tour, you’re in a bubble. When you come back to civilian life, you’re out of the bubble. It’s hard to merge in and out.”
“Almost like you’re a different person?”
“Yeah, how did you know?”
I trace his lips with my finger. “It’s not the same thing, but when I was in the mental hospital, in some ways, it felt like I was someone else.”
He grasps the back of my head and pulls me into a deep kiss. When he pulls away, he says, “I’m really proud of you.”
“For what?”
“The way you’ve handled your health. How you set boundaries and tell people what you are and aren’t willing to do.”
My heart races. “I don’t have a choice. I don’t want to ever go back there.”
“You have a choice every day. And I’m sure some days are harder than others, but you’re doing it. You’re amazing, and I want you to know that.”
I refocus on his rose tattoo again, uncomfortable hearing any compliments that have to do with me managing my mental health.
Change the subject.
“What made you become an FBI agent?”
Javier groans. “Don’t make me say it.”
“Say what?”
He peers at the ceiling.
I lie on top of him. “Tell me!”
He puts his hand over his face. “I can’t believe I’m about to say this out loud.”
“What?”
He peeks through his fingers. “I wanted to fight the bad guys.”
I try to keep from laughing, but I can’t. “Aww, that’s cute.”
His face turns red. “Glad I could amuse you.”
I lean down so my mouth is near his ear. “I think it’s pretty hot you want to fight the bad guys.”
In a quick movement, he flips me onto my back and tickles me until I’m shrieking.
When he finally stops, I say, “Since you want to fight the bad guys, maybe we should play cops tonight.”
“Cops, huh?”
“Yeah. I’ll be the bad guy, and I’ve been very, very naughty, and you’ve come to arrest me.”
“And am I a good cop or a bad cop?”
“Oh, you’re bad. Very, very bad. To go free, I’m going to have to service you.”
Heat enters his eyes. “Service me, huh?”
“Yeah. Anything you say, I have to do.”
Javier licks his lips. “I think I’m going to like this game.”
“Then let’s get started.”
He points to my closet. “Before we get started, go put on your hottest lingerie.”
“You want me to put clothes on?”
He turns the channel to hip-hop. “I think it’s time I conducted a strip search.”