Chapter 6

After everything that had happened with my foster family yesterday, the adrenaline rush from the orgasms Gideon had given me was enough to knock me out for about an hour. Waking up in his arms was even better than I imagined. If I had sat on Santa's lap this year, any Christmas wish I would have made wouldn't have compared to tonight"s dream.

Not even in my wildest dreams did I ever think that Gideon had stayed away because he had feelings for me. The man was a negotiator who was known for his control, but he hadn't trusted himself not to act on his attraction before I turned eighteen. It was mind-blowing.

And so was the fact that I'd just given him my cherry.

"What're you thinking about?" Gideon brushed his lips against my ear as he rasped, "I can practically see the wheels turnin' in that sexy brain of yours."

Shifting in his arms so I could stare up at his gorgeous face, I smiled. "Just trying to wrap my head around what just happened."

His lips curved into a smirk. "You can do better than that, baby. Tell me what we just did, and I just might make you come again sooner than later."

"Ugh," I groaned, my cheeks heating as I buried my face in his broad chest. "It's one thing for me to talk dirty in the heat of the moment. It's a whole other thing when I'm not on the brink of an orgasm."

"Any time, day or night, it's sexy as fuck coming from your mouth." Pressing his finger under my chin, he tilted my head back until our gazes met again. "And I gotta admit I'm already addicted to your blushes. So don't be surprised if I want you to say as much dirty as fuck shit as I can get you to."

Winking at him, I murmured, "Then I guess you'll have to make it worth my while."

Rolling on top of me so that my back was pressed against the mattress and his dick was nestled between my thighs, he grinned down at me. "The three orgasms I gave you weren't enough to get you to talk about how my cock fucked you into a coma when I'm not still buried inside your sweet pussy?"

I quirked my brow as I playfully swatted at his chest. "Nope."

"Then I guess I'll just have to work on getting you used to telling me what you want when you're not come-drunk."

The way he phrased it made me think about something I didn't have the chance to do yet. I'd dreamed about having Gideon at my mercy while I had my lips wrapped around his dick…but that was before I had seen for myself what he was packing in his boxer briefs. Now I couldn't help but wonder if my mouth would even fit around his girth.

The heat in my cheeks deepened even more as I bit my bottom lip. There was a knowing gleam in Gideon's dark eyes as he tugged the flesh free with a smirk. "And I have a feeling it's not gonna take much to get you there, judging by the dirty thoughts I can see racing through your head."

"If you only knew," I teased, my tongue sweeping out to brush against his thumb.

"Hold that thought for when I can take you again without hurting you." His palm slid around to cup the back of my head as he bent low to claim my mouth in a deep kiss. "We gotta give your pussy a break. For a little while at least. I wasn't able to hold back as much as I wanted since it was your first time."

"Maybe you should've shown up sooner, like on my birthday. Then we would've been past me recovering from you popping my cherry, and we could be doing the things you want me to talk about."

My tone was teasing, but he must have heard the tiniest thread of doubt in my voice because his eyes turned serious. Rolling off me, he scooted up on the mattress so his back was resting against the headboard. Then he shifted me so I was cradled against his chest with his palm splayed against my lower back while I stared up at him. The steady beat of his heart in my ear while being wrapped in his embrace made me feel safe for the first time in so long.

"That was the plan, baby."

My eyes widened as I gasped, "It was?"

"I've been looking forward to coming for you on your eighteenth birthday for two years, Blakely." His hold on me tightened. "But my sister decided to show up a couple of weeks early to spend Christmas with me. Some bullshit about wanting to earn some money to cover expenses next semester instead of just letting me give her whatever she needs."

I had only met Elise a few times over the years, but I'd heard enough of Gideon's stories about his younger sister that I wasn't surprised she was being stubborn about wanting to cover some of her own expenses. Although he had left home when she was only eight, they were still close…and both could be obstinate when they had their minds set on something.

Besides Fox or Maverick, she was also one of the only people who could get Gideon to change his plans.

"I'm really glad you got to spend the holiday with your sister. How is she?"

A muscle jumped in his jaw as he growled, "Not good. Some bastard ran her off the road yesterday."

Pushing against his chest, I sat up and gawked at him. "What? Is she okay?"

"She's shaken up, but Blade looked her over and said her injuries were minor." He raked his fingers through his hair. "Cut her head and bruised her ankle."

"Did you catch the guy who did it?"

He shook his head. "Not yet, but the guys are on it. And they're keeping her safe at the clubhouse while I'm gone."

One of the things I loved most about Gideon was his loyalty. He was so dedicated to the people he cared about, which had been a big part of why I'd been devastated when he dropped out of my life. Because it made me feel as though there was no chance that I was someone who was even a little important to him.

But knowing that he left with Elise's situation up in the air eased any fears I had about how much I meant to Gideon. He had trusted his club brothers to take care of her while he came for me himself. "Wow."

He reached out to stroke his thumb against my cheek, his fingers tugging on my jaw to pull my head down for a kiss. When his tongue tangled with mine, heat coursed through my veins. Clutching his shoulders, I pressed against him while he deepened the kiss. The chemistry between us exploded, and he rolled us until he hovered over me again.

Pressing his elbow into the mattress next to me, he lifted his other arm to cup my breast. I arched my back to press the pebbled peak deeper into his palm and moaned into his mouth. His dark eyes burned into mine as he broke off the kiss with a groan. "Fuck, baby. Not sure I can keep my cock outta you now that I finally have you right where you belong, beneath me."

I was a little achy between my legs, but that didn't stop me from wanting Gideon with a desperation that I didn't know was possible. "Then maybe you should stop trying and just take me again. Right here, right now."

"Or at least give you another—"

A loud knock on the door interrupted what he'd been in the middle of saying, and I pressed the back of my head against the pillows and cried, "Nooooo!"

A deep voice called, "C'mon, man. I hate to break this up, but I gave you as long as I could. We gotta roll now, or Fox is gonna have our heads when we get back."

"Fuuuuck," Gideon groaned, dropping his forehead against my breasts.

His breath was hot against my chest, which didn't do me any favors when it came to calming down. But I knew from his reaction that nothing else would happen until he took care of whatever the heck his club brother was talking about.

I might've only been twelve when my dad went to prison, but I still remembered how things worked in the MC world. If Gideon's president needed him to do something while he was in Florida, then he didn't have any choice but to leave. And if I wanted to be his old lady, I needed to show him that I understood what it took to stand by his side.

Pressing my lips against his cheek, I whispered, "Go take care of club business. I'll be here waiting for you when you're done."