Chapter 8

Waking up in Gideon's arms was everything I ever wanted, and I enjoyed every minute of it, even though he'd been sound asleep. I wasn't sure how late he'd been out, but he barely moved when I finally slid off the mattress to use the bathroom. I used his exhaustion to my advantage and slipped on some clothes before quietly padding out of the room to head down to the kitchen. Assuming that my man would be hungry when he woke up, I wanted to bring him breakfast in bed.

I wasn't surprised to find Staci standing at the stove since she loved to cook. Flashing me a smile over her shoulder, she greeted, "Morning."

"Good morning," I murmured.

She wagged her brows. "Have a good night?"

Blushing, I nodded. "Yeah, the best."

"Mmmhmm, I'm sure you did." After lowering the heat on the burner she was using to cook French toast, she turned toward me. "I hope you know what you're doing with Storm because your dad is going to flip out when he finds out about you two. As far as he's concerned, you're still his baby girl, especially since he hasn't been able to really see you grow up."

I knew my dad couldn't do much to Gideon from jail—especially since he was an Iron Rogue and going up against them would put the men in his club at risk. But my dad's reaction to me being with the man he'd trusted to look out for me all these years freaked me out. Hoping for more time before word got back to him, I downplayed what was going on. "I think it's way too soon to worry about what my dad might think about Gideon and I being together. It's only been a day."

Staci's gaze darted over my shoulder, and her eyes widened. That was all the warning I got before Gideon's arms wrapped around me as he growled, "Guess I gotta show you what a difference one day can make to your life. 'Cause no way in hell am I taking a step back after last night. Not for anyone, even your dad."

Then he threw me over his shoulder as though it was nothing, and I squealed, kicking my feet, even though I loved how easily he carried me. "Gideon, what are you doing?"

"You heard me,'" he grunted, taking the steps two at a time, still lifting me like I was lighter than air. "Gotta show my woman what last night meant."

The steely determination in his voice sent a delicious shiver down my spine. Gideon was the only man who I had ever been interested in. His reaction to an offhand comment made me feel so desired. And not just because he'd already taken me to bed.

Throwing open the door, he didn't even break his stride as he shut it behind us and then plopped me down on the mattress. Crouching so we were at eye level, those gorgeous dark brown eyes met mine, full of fire and something else that already had my panties damp.

"What did you mean by it only being a day?" he growled.

I shrugged, feeling my cheeks becoming overpoweringly hot. "That we've only been together a day, you know…"

He gripped my chin with his fingers. "I don't know, baby. But what I do know is that you're mine, and I'm yours. Do you understand that? I don't just fuck to fuck. Before I even took your sweet cherry, it was all over for me. I knew back when you were too young for me to touch that we were going to belong to each other, and what happened between us in this bed yesterday just confirmed it."

He'd already said something similar last night, but hearing it again struck me even more. His fingers trailed down my arms, leaving goose bumps in their wake.

"You really knew?" I asked, my voice coming out a whisper.

"Yes. And you understand that you're mine?" he asked.

I swallowed hard and nodded, my voice getting caught in my throat.

"Good girl," he growled before crushing his lips to mine and taking my breath away.

His hands tangled in my hair as he pressed my body flat against the mattress. Then his full lips skimmed along the neckline of my shirt, scratching me with his beard, but I didn't mind. All I could focus on was the immense pleasure already building between my thighs.

"It hasn't even been a day, but it feels like this greedy pussy needs some attention," he murmured, rubbing his hand over my jeans.

The exquisite friction was almost too much as I moaned, bucking my hips to meet his hand. "Yes, please."

He laughed against my sensitive skin. "Then be my good girl and tell me what you want."

With expert stealth, my jeans and panties were off, exposing my bare pussy to his waiting hands. "You," I gasped. "I need to feel you inside me again. Please."

His mouth was back on mine as he parted my folds, skimming his fingers over my arousal. "So wet for me already, baby. It only took a day for your sweet pussy to become addicted to my cock, didn't it?"

"It did."

I had a feeling I wasn't going to live down that comment for a long while. But if he gave me a little sexual torture, followed by orgasms, when he brought it up…who was I to argue?

"Good, because I'm fucking obsessed with your pussy, baby." He pulled back, putting his wet finger to my lips. "See, taste yourself."

I slowly licked his finger, tasting the salty sweetness.

"That's so fucking hot, baby. Now I gotta taste your sweet pussy too."

"Please," I murmured, my inner walls fluttering.

"Good girl." Crawling down my body, he smirked.

"Spread wide for me, baby. I need full access to this perfect pussy that's all mine." He pressed his palms against my thighs, pushing me open for his mouth.

Keeping his heated gaze on mine, he licked a slow, long stroke up my center, my thighs already shivering around him.

"Is my pussy too sore for me to stretch you out with my big fingers?" he murmured into my folds.

"No, stretch me, please."

He hooked a finger inside me, and my hips immediately jumped off the bed. Then his expert finger hit a spot that had stars sparking behind my eyelids.

"Look at me while I taste you, Blakely. I want you to watch as you come on my tongue."

I forced my eyes open, meeting his hooded stare as he lapped me up like I was the most delicious lollipop he'd ever had. Gripping the sheets, I tried to stay still, but my thighs shook as I bucked my hips forward to meet his awaiting lips. He growled in pleasure, adding another finger as he circled his lips around my clit, breaking down all of my walls as I crashed down.

My orgasm hit hard and fast as I rode my release against his face.

But he didn't stop. Even with my arousal dripping down his beard, he lapped me all up and used his fingers faster, bringing me to another orgasm. This time, the pleasure was so intense that my eyelids drifted close as my entire body shook, moaning loudly as I called his name again and again. "Gideon! Oh yes! Yessss!"

"That's it, baby. Come for me so your tight little pussy will be ready to take my big, fat cock again," he growled, moving his mouth back to my lips.

His kiss was deep and full of passion. Want.

I couldn't get his clothes off fast enough, pawing at his shirt and vest. He laughed against my skin, pulling back to toss aside his clothes and then rip what remained of mine off me.

He didn't say anything, just leaned over, taking one of my nipples in his mouth as his hands went back to my wet and wanting sex.

"Please, fuck me, Gideon. Please."

He looked up at me with a spark in his dark eyes. "That's my good girl, asking for exactly what she wants."

Kneeling between my legs, I could already make out the precome on his massive length before he slid slowly into my wetness inch by exquisite inch. He stayed balls deep inside for a moment, letting my body adjust to the fullness.

"Fuck, baby, your tight little pussy feels so good against my cock. Squeeze it for me. Show me how you want me to fuck you."

I pushed my hips to his, soft at first, then harder, feeling him hit all the way to my womb.

"Such a good girl," he murmured, gripping my waist as he met my thrust, my knees quaking as another orgasm already built in my sensitive body.

"I'm going to come again," I panted, clawing at his chest and gripping his biceps.

"That's it, baby. Come for me. Coat my cock. Let me feel it all around me."

He pounded harder, his hand going between us to circle my clit with his thumb as he matched my thrusts.

My entire body shook as my climax ripped through me, and I gripped him hard as I rode out the wave. "Gideon!"

"That's right, baby. My name is the only one those perfect lips of yours are ever gonna say when you're coming. Because you're all mine."

"Yes, I'm yours," I whimpered.

"Can't wait to come in this pussy again, baby. Want me to fill you up?"

"Yes, please," I managed to breathe.

He moaned, thrusting a few more times before he filled me completely, another orgasm hitting me at the same time as everything went dark around me, sparks shooting through my toes and back up through my stomach.

I leaned back on the pillows, trying to catch my breath as my eyelids fluttered open to meet Gideon's smile. "I don't think I can move."

He laughed, slowly getting up and going into the bathroom.

He returned with a damp washcloth, cleaning up between my thighs before tossing it aside. My stomach chose that moment to let out a loud growl, making him chuckle. "Guess now that I've made my point, it's past time to feed my woman."

My plans to make him breakfast in bed had gone out the window, but I had zero complaints after the orgasms I'd gotten instead.