14. Kat

FOURTEEN

Kat

I was kissing Gabriel Mitchell, and I knew it was wrong…

…but it felt too damn good to stop.

His kiss was surprisingly soft, gentle. He was tentative; maybe because of everything that had passed between us. He was making it clear he wouldn't break me.

I wasn't so sure.

Maybe I wanted to be broken.

Everything we'd been through together seemed to converge in the gentle pressure of his mouth—every near miss, every shared glance. And now here we were, fueled by a desire that had been simmering beneath the surface for too damn long.

Gabe leaned back, our breaths mingling in the short space between us. His hands hovered at my waist, as if he were giving me the reins now. This was it—the moment I could put a stop to whatever was barreling down on us.

I didn't want to stop.

That realization hit me like a sucker punch, stealing my breath away.

I needed this—needed him—in a way that transcended logic or the mess our lives had become. And as if he'd read the chaos swirling in my head, Gabe's voice came out in a raspy whisper, raw with longing. "Fuck…I want you so damn bad."

Jesus. His voice…

My hand shot out, fingers curling into the collar of his flannel, tugging him back towards me. Our next kiss was nothing like the first. There was an edge to it, a desperation that clawed at the softness we had started with. Gabe's tongue parted my lips without hesitation, sweeping into my mouth with an intensity that drew a moan from deep within me.

As his tongue danced with mine, he stepped closer, wedging himself between my parted thighs. The rough surface of the barn wall pressed cold against my back, but I barely noticed. Gabe's hand, broad and calloused from ranch work, braced against the wall for leverage while his other gripped my hip with a possessiveness that sent shockwaves through me.

This was being alive—screaming "fuck you" to the looming shadow of death. I lost myself in the torrent of sensation, in the sheer heat of Gabe's body pressed against mine.

Fuck caution, fuck consequences—this moment was all that mattered.

Gabe's hands roamed with a purpose, skimming down from my hips to grip my ass, pulling me flush against him. I could feel his cock already hard in his jeans, too much denim between us. I ground my hips against it, seeking the heat of him even with both of us still fully clothed, and it made me arch my back in pleasure.

His lips trailed from mine, blazing a hot path down my jaw to my exposed throat. I gasped and tilted my head, offering more of myself to his lips and tongue and teeth. His stubble scratched at my skin, igniting a trail of sparks that I felt everywhere.

"Kat…" His voice was a growl against my neck, and the sound of my name on his lips—rough with desire—sent a jolt straight through me. "I want you."

"Take off your clothes," I gasped, shoving at his open flannel to bare his shoulders. His hands moved to the hem of my t-shirt, pulled upward. "I want you to fuck me, Gabe."

He growled as he practically tore my shirt off of me, tossing it aside to take my breasts in his hands. He didn't bother taking my bra off; he yanked it down instead, then he bent to suck on my nipples, groaning like he'd never tasted anything better. I held him against me, wanting him to keep going…but wanting him somewhere else too.

I was so wet. So, so wet, and we'd barely even started.

My breath hitched as he released my nipple with a pop, straightening to take off his shirt. He looked even better than I'd expected; miles of sculpted muscle, tatted all up and down his left arm. A massive wing covered his shoulder, and on his right inner arm was that familiar phrase: Semper Fi .

I didn't have time to ask about those tattoos right now.

I would do that later.

For now, I wanted to touch him, wanted to learn the shape of his body, the contours of his chest, his shoulders, his abs. His kiss was bruising as I trailed my hands down his pecs, over his six-pack…as I reached for his belt buckle. He cursed against my lips, something incoherent, as I undid that belt buckle and found the button, the zipper?—

"Kat," he groaned, stilling my hands. His hips twitched; he wanted me so bad he was moving despite himself. And fuck…I got it, because I wanted him too. "Are you sure?"

I met his eyes, hazel irises dark with need, pupils dilated. With a soft shove, I pushed him backward a step, then stood—and I unbuttoned my own jeans, slid them down my thighs with my panties. When I'd unhooked my bra, too, I stood naked before Gabriel Mitchell.

His eyes darted down to the tiny space between us, taking in every detail.

"Fuck, you're so fucking beautiful…" he breathed.

And then he was kissing me again, rushing to take his pants off, and I was touching him…touching him, tasting him, letting him push me back onto the feed bags. I wrenched my lips from his to look at his cock when I felt it slip free and fall heavy against my belly—took it in my hand. He was big. Of course his cock was big, because Gabe was big, and I…

I couldn't wait to get him inside me.

I stroked his cock once, twice. Gabe moaned and rutted into my hand. When he kissed me again, his tongue gliding out in a messy line across my lips, he whispered, "Condom?"

"I'm on the pill," I said. "Now fuck me, Gabe."

He didn't need any more encouragement.

He clutched the back of my neck, bracing my hip with his other hand as I guided him inside me, slowly, agonizingly. It took me a moment to accommodate for his size—but it was easy with how wet I was, coating his cock in arousal. Gabe cursed again, shaking his head, breathing hard.

"Fuck, Kat…"

"You feel so good," I whispered. "Oh my god… please ."

Gabe thrust all the way in until he bottomed out. I curled my body around his, clamped my legs around his waist. My pussy spasmed, my whole body shaking with need.

His eyes met mine.

"No idea…how long I've wanted this," he growled. "This gorgeous body…fuck, I'm going to worship you."

I somehow found the ability to smirk, to talk.

"Big promises for a man who hasn't even moved," I purred.

So he did.

Gabe pulled back, the two of us rocking…then he slammed back into me. I cried out, clawing at his back. He did it again.

"More," I gasped.

His pace increased, his hips rocking into me steadily, then faster, faster. We were both gasping and moaning, the outside world nothing but a distant memory. Everything that existed was here—Gabe's arms around me, his cock inside me, his breaths puffing out against my neck. I gripped his shoulders like a lifeline, getting closer to the brink…

I felt my first orgasm like a tidal wave, sweeping me up and drowning me in pleasure. I held onto him tighter than ever, crying out again. He kissed me, swallowing the sound, his tongue fucking my mouth like his cock was fucking my pussy. When he released my lips, I looked into his hooded eyes and found the same intensity I'd seen on his face ever since I came back to town.

There was something here.

Not just lust…something more.

But the thought vanished as quickly as it came, and then I was building again, the pleasure mounting. Gabe was so deep inside me that I didn't think it could feel any better—but then he hitched his knee up on the feed bag, tipping me forward onto his cock. I gasped. He was deep. So deep.

"Fuck…I'm gonna come, Kat," he snarled. "Your pussy is fucking perfect…"

"Come inside me, Gabe," I gasped. "Please?—"

He did as he was told, and I couldn't speak.

He thrust deep, held me to him, and he came. Heat filled my belly, raced through me as I fell over the edge with him. I tucked my head into his shoulder and placed messy kisses over his pulse, found tiny scars with my tongue.

I'd never felt anything like it…never felt anything like him.

The first sensation that came back to me—beyond the persistent fullness of his cock inside me—was his scent. That mix of sweet hay, sweat, and Gabe was intoxicating. I breathed him in, my fingernails skating over his broad back…and I groaned when I felt him kiss my shoulder, then my neck, my cheek…

He pulled out of me slowly, met my eyes. He held my face in his hands and kissed me…and I was done for.

There was no coming back from this. Not after what he'd made me feel.

"Shit," I whispered.

He huffed out an incredulous laugh, resting his forehead against mine. "Damn right."