Page 8 of The Castle (Endgame 3)
“Please.” I shiver, not from the cold but from his words. From wanting.
“I want your juices sliding down the insides of your thighs. And I’ll lick it up, because you taste like heaven.” His voice is tight. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”
My head rests against the cold stone, but even that can’t fight the fire inside.
“And when you’re begging me to stop, to give you a moment to rest, a second of peace, that’s when I’ll fuck you. It will feel like too much. I know that, little virgin, but that’s how I want you.”
Silky fabric whispers along the backs of my thighs. The brush of his hand sends a shiver through me. He groans when he finds my intimate skin exposed.
“Christ,” he mutters. “No panties. I never would have been able to focus on the game if I knew you were bare under this.”
“I’ll keep that in mind for next—” A whimper escapes me as his blunt fingers push inside. He twists them, and sensation bursts through my body, lights behind my eyes.
“Already wet.” His satisfaction fills the air, as sweet as the scent of bougainvillea reaching up beneath the balcony. “It won’t take much to make you come.”
I press up on my toes, squirming away from his relentless caress. “Wait.”
“It’s too soon to beg, little virgin.” As if to prove the point, he presses a kiss at the base of my neck. And another one lower, trailing down my spine with a casual sensuality that leaves me breathless. When he reaches soft skin, he bares his teeth—swiping the flesh of my ass with the sharp edges.
There’s a rush in my ears, a mix of pleasure and trepidation, the wildness of Gabriel Miller that I can’t ever get enough of. Loud enough that I almost don’t hear the footsteps on the patio below.
A long shadow appears across the smooth flagstone.
“Gabriel! Someone’s coming.”
“Oh, that’s right,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my sex. The vibration makes me shiver. “I thought I’d be late so I asked West to come by and check on you.”
“Tell him you’re—”
His tongue sweeps from my clit up to my ass, and I squeak in surprise. “You tell him,” he says, devious intent running beneath his voice.
Instinct has me pushing back, standing up, stumbling away from the railing. His hands are firm, inexorable as he guides me back. He presses my palms to the stone, a shock of cold.
“Stay,” he murmurs, kneeling behind me again.
West comes into view, an imposing presence with his military boots and not-quite-concealed firearm. He nods to me from below. “Ma’am.”
Oh God. “Um. Hello.”
“Did Gabriel make it home?”
His tongue swirls around my clit with painful urgency. I make a low moan before I catch myself. “Yes!” I shout. Somehow I force myself to speak normally. “Maybe twenty minutes ago.”
“Excellent. No trouble tonight?”
His fingers push inside me, revealing just how turned on I am. I’m slick and swollen, the walls of my sex producing unbearable friction with his calloused skin.
“No,” I say, my voice wobbling as Gabriel dips inside for my liquid. “No trouble.”
West cocks his head, and I wonder if he knows. I don’t think he can see Gabriel from that angle, but he must know something’s strange. He must hear the wet sounds from between my legs, smell the scent of my arousal in the air. “You can always call. I’m sure Gabriel told you that. If you need anything, if you hear anything.”
Despite the strange sensuality of the moment, my body tenses. If I hear anything. As if he knows I hear things. How could he know? He would think I’m crazy. Gabriel would think I’m crazy.
“Okay,” I manage. “Thank you.”
Please go away now. West has been nothing but professional with me, but I’m dying here.
And then something wet and thick presses to my back entrance. I gasp aloud, the sound echoing off the granite. He’s never touched me there. And now the tip of his finger is inside me, stretching me open.
West gives me a faint smile. “Tell Gabriel I came by, will you?”
“Of course,” I say, my voice too breathy.
Long, casual strides carry him back around the property the way he came. “Oh God,” I whisper. “He knew.”
“What did he know?” Gabriel asks, murmuring against my slick flesh. “Spell it out, little virgin.”
My face flames. “He knew you were there.”
“Doing what?” he asks, his tongue sweeping my folds.
He won’t rest until I answer him. “Licking me,” I whisper.
“That’s right. I’m licking you. And what else?”
“You have your finger…”
“Where is it, little virgin?” He twists the finger, making me squirm.
“In my bottom.”
He bites the plump flesh between my legs. “Asshole.”
“My…my asshole.”
“Have you ever wondered what it would be like? Taking me here?”
I shake my head as hard as I can. “It’s dirty.”
A low laugh. “I like dirty.”
