Trusting Gibson (Last Score Book 2) (29 page)

Chloe did tell me and her counsellors that Kace never physically touched her apart from moving her around from place to place, but they told me out of earshot of her that she could be blotting that part out in her mind.

By late September all the guys in the band were getting restless and I wouldn’t let them visit for fear of knocking back the progress we were making. Len set a meeting for mid-October and I agreed to be there because although I was dealing with Chloe, I knew the time was coming when I’d have to go back to work and I still had obligations to them as well.

Some of Chloe’s counselling included me, and I hadn’t realized the extent to which her ordeal had affected me. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to trust anyone with Chloe, but the counsellors told me that had to be tested at some point.

Emma and Lois were still on full pay and stayed with us in Breckenridge, and although they wouldn’t let anyone stay at the hospital, I had figured Chloe was secure there and if I couldn’t get to her, Kace certainly couldn’t.

Kace—that fucker was still flying under the radar and hadn’t shown himself anywhere, but I had learned through Chloe that I was a patient man. I had confidence that he would fuck up sometime and with every passing day, I got nearer to that day.

Our time in the cabin was very solemn and quiet at first, but with each passing day it got more and more normal. Music filled the space and I was even playing and writing some songs. I tried to get Chloe to play but she was too embarrassed in front of me. I didn’t press her on that, but I’m not giving hope that one day she would. Sometimes when I looked at Chloe I’d see a frown form and that told me she was having intrusive thoughts about Kace, so I was still treading carefully.

Chloe went from strength to strength. Her sense of humor and quiet sassiness returned. We had fallen into a routine of running or mountain biking along the trail near our cabin. Situated on four hundred acres, the cabin was very private. Eventually the mental health team retreated and Chloe’s sessions were conducted by phone.

Spending time with her team had helped Chloe talk openly about most things, and because it was just the two of us when they had gone, she began to touch me naturally. At first it was just an affectionate palm on my face, or patting my abs. It wasn’t until she did this that I realized any physical contact was instigated by me.  Once she started touching me I began to feel good about my world again, apart from the fact that my dick thought my brain had stopped communicating with it.  It sent constant horny messages of its need to penetrate something.

My frustration began to mount and I tried hard to manage it. We’d just come back from the mountain trail and I’d been checking out her tight little ass as she struggled to place her bike wheel in the upright stand. Instantly hard, I tried to cover it by turning my hips to the side and focusing on my bike while I tried to get my dick and my feelings under control. Suddenly Chloe slid her hand over my sweat soaked back and I twisted my upper body to look at her.

“Thank you for bringing me here, Gibson. I sleep like a baby, get tons of exercise, and the company…a girl couldn’t ask for more.”

“No?” I was the one with a one word reply, because what I wanted to say was this isn’t enough for me, I want more. I need more.  Watching her smile with her healthy glow and damp hair at her hairline from exertion made me want to climb inside her. Her appearance just screamed sexual connotation to me.

Chloe’s face flushed and I guess that she had heard the sexual tension in my husky one word answer. I was fighting for control when she bit her lip, so I turned back and secured the bike and we both fell into an awkward silence that continued until we reached the house. Emma was on the deck and as I made my way to the bedroom to shower, Chloe went out to talk to her.

Later that evening, after we had dinner, our previous tension seemed to have disappeared. I had other things on my mind because I was feeling a little apprehensive. I was due to leave her and fly down to LA to meet the band.

I took a couple of hours to do some work to meet obligations I had signed up for before Chloe’s incident. There were a few projects I had agreed to fund overseas, and I hadn’t had the chance to complete the deals with the overseas development guys to maximize the contributions. Chloe was doing some therapeutic creative writing and the house was very quiet. Everyone had gone to their own quarters and when I realized the time, I felt guilty that I’d been in my office so long.

When I opened the office door, it was dark. Someone had turned off the lights in the great room and my heart raced instantly.
Where is Chloe?
Running along the corridor with the spiral bannister to my left, I headed toward the stairs. When I saw the glow of the fire from the open plan stairs, I looked down into the great room and the sight I saw made my heart stop.

Chloe was sitting by the fire wrapped in a white sheet. Her hair was tied in a top knot, and the yellow glow of the huge open fire illuminated the soft skin on her shoulders, giving them a golden sheen.

Working a swallow, I stood for a moment committing the image to memory. She looked incredible. Chloe was making a brave decision, but one that filled me with trepidation. Gibson Barclay– scared to make a move on a girl. But Chloe wasn’t just ‘a girl’, she was
my
girl and she had been through hell.

As I began to move down the stairs, one of them creaked. Cringing at the noise, my eyes flicked back in the direction of Chloe, who turned her head slowly to look at me. I couldn’t see her face because the light from the fire was behind her, but I smiled because I wanted to reassure her. I walked toward her and the nearer I got, the more I could make out her face. Stunningly innocent, serious eyes stared back at me, making my smile stretch wider.

“Hi.” Her voice was so soft, almost a whisper.

Crouching down beside her, I took her head in my hands and kissed her gently on the lips.

“Hi.”

I had kissed Chloe often in the last few weeks, but it wasn’t really done as a sexual overture. Breaking the kiss, I leaned back to see if she was okay, because this time it was different. Chloe smiled sweetly, leaned forward and kissed me again, this time tracing the seam of my lips with her tongue, and my world shifted on its axis.

That one little stroke of her tongue had my dick stretching my pants to bursting point. I’ll admit I struggled not to throw her to the floor and roll on top of her, but it was Chloe’s next action that surprised me.

I had to untangle my legs as she pushed me on my back and reached for the buckle of my belt. Unthreading it, she pulled it clear of the belt loops, folded it in half then pulled it together, making a loud snapping noise. I almost creamed my pants, because the noise coincided with the loosening of the sheet that had been tucked in, covering her body. It cascaded around her waist, exposing her beautiful pert tits and upper body.

The torment of going at her pace was killing me and I felt terrified that I’d lose control with her, because I wasn’t sure that she wasn’t going to lose confidence and stop at any minute. But she reached for my pant zipper and the pressure of her hand undoing the zipper made me squirm against it and groan loudly. “Fuck, Chloe.” My voice was laced with lust as I watched her seducing me.

“I need to feel you, Gibson.”
What does she mean? She’s undoing my belt and my zipper. She wants to feel my dick?

“Tell me what you want, Chloe.”

My body was vibrating with anticipation of her holding me in her hands and after all this time, I was worried that I’d cream right then because after five months, the thought of anyone touching me intimately was almost too much. I wanted to devour her.

“I want my life back. I want you back. I don’t want him to win.”

Relief filled me and I closed my eyes, swallowing loudly, because that was what wanted for her as well.

“You got me, darlin’, you’ve always had me. I never left you.”

“I know. Thank you. But I want…I want…my Gibson, the man. The sexy, crude, cussing, highly sexy rock god seducer back. I don’t need Gibson the carer anymore.”

“Oh you want the rock god back now, do you? And…what about what I want, darlin’?” I sounded playful, but I was choking at her bravery and the broken words she struggled to get out. She was expressing what she wanted from me, and I knew I had to go at her pace.

“You can have anything you want, Gibson. I’m ready.”

I hummed playfully, pretending to think. “Hmm…anything I want? Um, I’m not sure I know what I want. I mean I don’t need a picture of your pussy…I still have that by the way.” Chloe’s jaw hung and I shot her a wry grin that had her giggling.

“Seriously?”

“Sure, you didn’t delete my dick pic, did you? No. Don’t tell me you sold it on eBay? Swapped it on Craigslist for an Adam Levine Calendar?” Chloe began laughing loudly and the sound of it was like music plucking my heart strings.

“You haven’t answered me, Chloe. What did you do with it?”

Chloe smirked sheepishly at me. “Gibson…of course I still have it. It’s kept me going this last month. Every night we’ve gone to bed has been horrendous for me.”

Before I had stopped laughing, Chloe had lurched forward and was lying across me. Completely naked and me dressed apart from my belt and my zipper undone.

“So…”

I smirked wickedly at Chloe, because her saying that took us back to our phone calls when I was Paul and she never knew me.

“So…anything?” I quizzed again playfully.

“Gibson. Tell me what you want.”

“You want the tactful caring version or the honest horny Gibson Barclay one?”

“Oh, I want the full Gibson experience, please.” She said with mock adulation in her voice.

“I’m not going to scare you, Chloe?” my voice lifted at the end of the question.

“Gibson—the past few months, nothing you did could ever scare me.”

With that disclosure, I was off the floor shucking myself out of my jeans. Then thought I had to do one more thing. “Don’t go away—I’ll be right back.” Stalking off in just my t-shirt, I ran up the stairs two at a time, tearing into the first bedroom. Reaching the bed, I pulled the comforter and the pillows into a pile, gathered them up and headed back to the great room. Halfway down the stairs again, I stopped at the sight of Chloe.

Chloe was sitting naked in a profile pose facing the huge bank of windows. The moonlight illuminated her as she stared up at the snow peppered mountain tops with one leg tucked under her bottom the other bent at the knee. Silky blonde hair cascaded down to the middle of her back and the fire glowed orange behind her. She took my breath away and I became religious all over again, thanking God for the gift of her, for bringing her back safely to me, and for giving us this second chance.

Turning her head toward me, she shifted to her knees facing me in a very submissive type pose, as I walked toward her. I couldn’t help thinking it’s the beginning of the rest of our lives and we only live once, so I should grab it by the balls just like I always did until I met Chloe. Except this time, I’m taking her with me.

Smiling at Chloe and outwardly calm, the thought in my head was anything but. I had been a patient man but once in my life and Chloe was worth it.
Nothing and no one will ever get in the way of us again and any fucker that does...make no mistake…I will deal with them…and if I do, it won’t be fucking pretty.

CHAPTER 26 - HEALING

Gibson

Chloe sat quietly, watching me intensely as I began to shake out the comforter. Every time I thought I had the measure of her, she would surprise me with something else that made me reassess my views.

I thought I knew how women ticked and what they wanted from me, but Chloe taught me that there was no doubt that I knew my way around a woman’s body and how to give her pleasure, but trying to deal with what was going on in the mind of a woman was a whole different ball game.

I crawled on to the cover, sat with one knee up and patted the cover for her to come over next to me. Chloe stood up unashamed in front of me, even after what had happened. Her naked body looked incredible by the light of the fire. Kneeling beside her, I reached up and took her hands. Chloe stepped forward and her belly was next to my lips.

Moving slowly, I closed the couple of inches between us and landed a kiss on the soft skin of her belly. Chloe sucked in a deep breath and her body began to hum, a little tremor that showed anticipation and maybe there was a little fear in there as well.

Slipping her hands out of mine, she cradled my head then her fingers through my hair and I positioned myself on my knees in front of her. I rolled my head back to look at her, hardly believing this moment had come.

“Thank you, Gibson.”

Chloe was bending forward, looking down at me from her vantage point, a sexy smile playing on her lips and a twinkle in her eye. “So…”

Snickering, I shook my head and clasped my hands around her ankles. Slowly, I began to tease her by skimming over the silky skin on her lower limbs and took my hands away at the knee. Flattening them out I slid my palms up her thighs and around to take the tight little globes of her ass in them. We’d done nothing but my dick was a solid straining mass, standing proud and twitching for attention.

When I pulled her close against me I could smell her sex.
Fuck
. Just the thought of being able to be with her…inside her made me feel so horny, I was fighting primal instincts to spread her flat and fuck her brains out.

Licking my bottom lip, I leaned forward and dragged my nose from her pubis, up her belly and cupped her right breast in my hand. The warmth in it radiated through my palm and I grazed my thumb over her nipple before taking it in my mouth and sucking it firmly. Chloe gave me a small moan of delight and rolled her head on her neck, extending it so that I could see the whole line of it clearly by the firelight.

Trying to go at her pace was killing me and I wasn’t sure how I was going to hold out much longer after all this time without her, but Chloe must have sensed this, because she began pushing me backward and down onto my back.