Tell Me
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“Gabe! Get the towel. Someone will see,” she said.
She tried to close her legs on his head, but he held them wide open with his shoulders.
“Keep an eye out,” he said. “You’ll be able to see anyone’s approach long before they see us.”
The muscles of her thighs relaxed, and she grasped his scalp with both hands.
“God, why does this make me so hot for you?” she whispered.
He tilted his head to look up at her from between her thighs. She wasn’t keeping an eye out at all. She was gazing down at him with glassy eyes. He wished he could watch her face while he ate her out, but a man had to have priorities. He teased her opening with sweeps of his tongue, suckled and nibbled and licked her clit and her swollen lips, and then savored the sweet well between them.
When her body shuddered with release, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her ass off the seat, seeking entry. She reached between her thighs and guided his rigid c**k home. He sank into her, vaguely thinking that she couldn’t be very comfortable, hanging halfway off the seat like that, but she felt so good inside that he couldn’t fight the instinct to thrust. When her heels dug into his ass to urge him deeper, he didn’t give her position another thought. The entire world vanished except for her soft, slick, warm flesh. And her little moans of pleasure. And her gaze locked with his. She was all there was and as he claimed her, grinding his hips to work himself in as deeply as possible, she was all he wanted and everything he needed.
He gasped as his climax neared, catching him by surprise. He shifted one hand to her mound so he could massage her clit with his thumb. He wanted her to join him in ecstasy. We should always come together, he thought as she cried out and her pu**y squeezed his cock. And then his mind went blank as his body strained against hers and he flowed into her, not just physically—he could have done that with any woman—but spiritually and emotionally. He was all tangled up inside Melanie Anderson, in dozens of ways, and it was a puzzle he never wanted to solve.
After a moment, Melanie struggled upright and Gabe shifted so that his softening c**k slipped free of her body. He sat on the deck and pulled her down to his lap, where she sat facing him, her heat nestled against his damp cock. She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in his chest.
“God, that was sexy,” she murmured.
It had been—he couldn’t deny it—but had she felt any of the emotional or spiritual attachment that he felt? If she had, she didn’t say so, and so neither did he. But he held her close and marveled at the beauty of making love to Melanie. It was so different from how he’d experienced sex with other women. Even long-term girlfriends whom he’d once loved hadn’t been like this. No one compared to Melanie; he had to find a way to make her his. And not just for a weekend or a month or a year. He wanted her always. There was no way he’d ever be satisfied with anyone else after knowing this feeling of completeness. After having her.
“What’s that sound?” Melanie said and lifted her head. She cocked it to one side, listening.
Now that Gabe had been jerked out of his own headspace, he heard it too. It wasn’t just one sound, but a mix of rattling, munching, slobbery lapping, and swallowing.
“Lady,” he called, “are you in the cooler eating our lunch?”
All the sounds stopped abruptly, replaced by the thumping of a tail against the deck. Gabe twisted and glanced over his shoulder.
Yep, Lady had been in the cooler. There was nothing left of their lunch but crumbs, wrappers, and empty containers. The dog looked proud of her accomplishment, the telltale sign of mayonnaise from the potato salad glistening white on her muzzle.
“Was it good?” Gabe asked.
Lady barked and licked her lips.
Melanie laughed and buried her face in his chest again. “She’s a really smart dog.”
“Yeah, she waits until I’m completely distracted and then steals my fried chicken.”
“I wasn’t hungry anyway,” Melanie said.
“Let’s head back home and I’ll take you out for a nice dinner. Without the dogs.”
“Okay,” she said. “I probably should get out of the sun. I’m not used to it and feel a bit overheated.”
“Me too,” he said, but the inferno blazing inside him had nothing to do with sun and everything to do with the woman on his lap.
Chapter Fourteen
While waiting for Melanie to dress for their evening out, Gabe sat on the porch and tossed a ball across the yard. Lady chased it, ears flying back, muscles bunching, tail wagging as she darted across the wide span of grass toward the gravel road. She tackled the bouncing ball with her front paws, picked it up in her slobbery mouth and trotted back, her sleek black head held high with pride. She dropped the ball at Gabe’s feet and gently mauled the back of Beau’s neck, trying unsuccessfully to rouse him from his sleepy daze next to Gabe’s hip on the top step. When all the excitement Lady got out of her mate was a halfhearted swipe of his paw at the back of one floppy ear, she barked.
“I don’t think he wants to play,” Gabe told Lady, retrieving the damp, grass-speckled tennis ball from between his feet and tossing it across the yard for her again. She bounded off to fetch it while Gabe gave the more sedate of his two dogs a hearty scratch behind the ears.
The door behind him opened, and he twisted to look back at Melanie. She wore a green sundress the exact same shade as the specks in her hazel eyes. Her hair was piled on her head, the way she wore it to work, with soft tendrils curling against her neck. Wow. His heart skipped a beat.
“You look gorgeous,” he said, climbing to his feet.
“Thank you,” she said, running her hands over her skirt. “It’s a bit wrinkly from being shoved in a suitcase.”
He honestly hadn’t noticed.
“Are you ready to go?” he asked, unable to resist the urge to tuck a stray curl behind her ear.
“Yeah,” she said and blew out a breath. “Whew, it’s hot out here. Everything I’ve heard about Texas heat in July is apparently true. Or maybe it’s these stockings.”
She lifted the hem of her dress to show him the lacy top of her white stocking. He fingered the strap of a garter that ran up the front of her thigh.
“Mercy,” he said breathlessly. “Are you sure you want to go out?”
“Oh yes,” she said, grinning up at him. “I’m very much looking forward to watching you squirm as you wonder what the matching bra and panties look like.”
She tried to close her legs on his head, but he held them wide open with his shoulders.
“Keep an eye out,” he said. “You’ll be able to see anyone’s approach long before they see us.”
The muscles of her thighs relaxed, and she grasped his scalp with both hands.
“God, why does this make me so hot for you?” she whispered.
He tilted his head to look up at her from between her thighs. She wasn’t keeping an eye out at all. She was gazing down at him with glassy eyes. He wished he could watch her face while he ate her out, but a man had to have priorities. He teased her opening with sweeps of his tongue, suckled and nibbled and licked her clit and her swollen lips, and then savored the sweet well between them.
When her body shuddered with release, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her ass off the seat, seeking entry. She reached between her thighs and guided his rigid c**k home. He sank into her, vaguely thinking that she couldn’t be very comfortable, hanging halfway off the seat like that, but she felt so good inside that he couldn’t fight the instinct to thrust. When her heels dug into his ass to urge him deeper, he didn’t give her position another thought. The entire world vanished except for her soft, slick, warm flesh. And her little moans of pleasure. And her gaze locked with his. She was all there was and as he claimed her, grinding his hips to work himself in as deeply as possible, she was all he wanted and everything he needed.
He gasped as his climax neared, catching him by surprise. He shifted one hand to her mound so he could massage her clit with his thumb. He wanted her to join him in ecstasy. We should always come together, he thought as she cried out and her pu**y squeezed his cock. And then his mind went blank as his body strained against hers and he flowed into her, not just physically—he could have done that with any woman—but spiritually and emotionally. He was all tangled up inside Melanie Anderson, in dozens of ways, and it was a puzzle he never wanted to solve.
After a moment, Melanie struggled upright and Gabe shifted so that his softening c**k slipped free of her body. He sat on the deck and pulled her down to his lap, where she sat facing him, her heat nestled against his damp cock. She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in his chest.
“God, that was sexy,” she murmured.
It had been—he couldn’t deny it—but had she felt any of the emotional or spiritual attachment that he felt? If she had, she didn’t say so, and so neither did he. But he held her close and marveled at the beauty of making love to Melanie. It was so different from how he’d experienced sex with other women. Even long-term girlfriends whom he’d once loved hadn’t been like this. No one compared to Melanie; he had to find a way to make her his. And not just for a weekend or a month or a year. He wanted her always. There was no way he’d ever be satisfied with anyone else after knowing this feeling of completeness. After having her.
“What’s that sound?” Melanie said and lifted her head. She cocked it to one side, listening.
Now that Gabe had been jerked out of his own headspace, he heard it too. It wasn’t just one sound, but a mix of rattling, munching, slobbery lapping, and swallowing.
“Lady,” he called, “are you in the cooler eating our lunch?”
All the sounds stopped abruptly, replaced by the thumping of a tail against the deck. Gabe twisted and glanced over his shoulder.
Yep, Lady had been in the cooler. There was nothing left of their lunch but crumbs, wrappers, and empty containers. The dog looked proud of her accomplishment, the telltale sign of mayonnaise from the potato salad glistening white on her muzzle.
“Was it good?” Gabe asked.
Lady barked and licked her lips.
Melanie laughed and buried her face in his chest again. “She’s a really smart dog.”
“Yeah, she waits until I’m completely distracted and then steals my fried chicken.”
“I wasn’t hungry anyway,” Melanie said.
“Let’s head back home and I’ll take you out for a nice dinner. Without the dogs.”
“Okay,” she said. “I probably should get out of the sun. I’m not used to it and feel a bit overheated.”
“Me too,” he said, but the inferno blazing inside him had nothing to do with sun and everything to do with the woman on his lap.
Chapter Fourteen
While waiting for Melanie to dress for their evening out, Gabe sat on the porch and tossed a ball across the yard. Lady chased it, ears flying back, muscles bunching, tail wagging as she darted across the wide span of grass toward the gravel road. She tackled the bouncing ball with her front paws, picked it up in her slobbery mouth and trotted back, her sleek black head held high with pride. She dropped the ball at Gabe’s feet and gently mauled the back of Beau’s neck, trying unsuccessfully to rouse him from his sleepy daze next to Gabe’s hip on the top step. When all the excitement Lady got out of her mate was a halfhearted swipe of his paw at the back of one floppy ear, she barked.
“I don’t think he wants to play,” Gabe told Lady, retrieving the damp, grass-speckled tennis ball from between his feet and tossing it across the yard for her again. She bounded off to fetch it while Gabe gave the more sedate of his two dogs a hearty scratch behind the ears.
The door behind him opened, and he twisted to look back at Melanie. She wore a green sundress the exact same shade as the specks in her hazel eyes. Her hair was piled on her head, the way she wore it to work, with soft tendrils curling against her neck. Wow. His heart skipped a beat.
“You look gorgeous,” he said, climbing to his feet.
“Thank you,” she said, running her hands over her skirt. “It’s a bit wrinkly from being shoved in a suitcase.”
He honestly hadn’t noticed.
“Are you ready to go?” he asked, unable to resist the urge to tuck a stray curl behind her ear.
“Yeah,” she said and blew out a breath. “Whew, it’s hot out here. Everything I’ve heard about Texas heat in July is apparently true. Or maybe it’s these stockings.”
She lifted the hem of her dress to show him the lacy top of her white stocking. He fingered the strap of a garter that ran up the front of her thigh.
“Mercy,” he said breathlessly. “Are you sure you want to go out?”
“Oh yes,” she said, grinning up at him. “I’m very much looking forward to watching you squirm as you wonder what the matching bra and panties look like.”
