Trusting Gibson (Last Score Book 2) (6 page)

The bronze, lime and dark green scatter cushions complemented the decor. A wall of windows brought nature into the bright room.  Cartwheels hung on the walls and an animal skin was stretched and hung over the fire mantle. Not the kind of place I expected a guy with Gibson’s image to own at all.

Looking out of the walled window I noticed the back of the cabin was on stilts and there was a wraparound veranda in heavy pine wood with steps leading down to the lake’s edge below. The setting was very secluded and idyllic, and the cabin was big without being ostentatious. Gibson snuck up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling my body close to his. “You like it?” I did.

Turning, I could feel a smile stretch my lips and I tilted my head to look up at him. Feeling his warm breath on my face and inhaling how he smelt so good in his expensive cologne, I felt like I was home. I swallowed hard and fought against the strong feeling I had to kiss his mouth. “I do.”

“Cool ‘cause this is home for the next five days, Chloe.” Johnny appeared from the kitchen with a tray with some amazing hot snacks and sandwiches and I wondered how he managed to pull such a feast together so quickly, but Gibson explained the details of how food was delivered at a time when he was running each day when he was here and that everyone thought the place belonged to Johnny who did all the ordering.

Gibson bent with a soft look in his eyes and a wicked smile as he kissed my nose and then stared longingly as I stared back in adoration. We forgot Johnny was there in that moment. Gibson’s seductive stare made me forget myself and I stretched up on my toes to press my lips to his. Immediately Gibson’s grip tightened around my waist and he pulled me tight against him, sliding his hand to my butt and pressing me tight to his erection.

“Gib, eat the entrée before the dessert, dude. It’s getting cold and there is fish in some of this stuff so you won’t want to reheat it later.” Gibson snickered against my mouth before setting me away from him and taking my hand. Glancing at me, he looked really embarrassed by what Johnny said and sat down, fiddling awkwardly with the sleeve of my sweater.

“Yeah Chloe we better eat, we don’t want Johnny to be chain eating with the excitement of us getting hot and horny in full view of him, do we?” Feeling mortified, my head immediately dropped in shame and I wanted the floor to develop woodworm or something so that I could just disappear.

Gibson’s voice was clipped when he addressed me.  “And you can stop that right now, darlin’, lift your fucking head up. You have nothing to be embarrassed about. We’re a couple Chloe, you think Johnny thinks we go to bed and play the alphabet game?” When he saw that I didn’t respond, he continued to talk.

“Hey, there’s an idea, A is for…arousal, b is for blindfold, c is for… cunnilingus. I knew that wasn’t the word he was thinking of as soon as he and Johnny shared a knowing smirk between them, but Gibson was on a roll and he gave me a roguish smile as he continued, “D is for dick, obviously, e is for erogenous, f is for fucking, g is for …Gspot, h is for handcuffs… fuck Chloe, maybe we should give this a go after all. I’m pretty good at it.” Smirking at Johnny again, Gibson sat on the sofa and picked up an egg roll and squashed it into his mouth.

Johnny glanced at me and shook his head when he saw I was smiling but a little uncomfortable at their discussion, “Chloe, I told you before honey, if you’re fucking the boss you’re going to have to toughen up.” Gibson’s face instantly grew dark as he stared at Johnny. He had been about to take another egg roll but threw it back on the plate.

“You said what? You said that to her?” Turning his head quickly to me he asked, He really said that to you, Chloe?”

I pursed my lips, not really wanting to get involved and not wanting to get Johnny into trouble so said nothing, but I was worried about Gibson’s reaction and instinct made me rise to my feet because I didn’t want to witness the confrontation.

“Johnny, you may be one of my closest friends, but you ever address my lady like that again, I’ll beat the shit out of you, understand me?” Johnny stared at Gibson then his apologetic eyes met mine and I felt my face flush with all the attention. I felt sorry for him because Gibson was choosing me over their long standing relationship.

“Sorry Chloe, that was below the belt.” Gibson pulled me down beside him on the sofa and took my hand in his, resting them quite close to his groin. My eyes dropped down as I lost confidence and focused on where my hand was, then I could see that Gibson was still quite aroused and I was conscious that Johnny was watching every move Gibson made.

“Hear this Johnny, and listen well because I won’t repeat it. Chloe is my priority.
Mine
. What’s mine you never fuck with… remember that. She will have respect and I won’t compromise on her happiness or her safety, got it?”

CHAPTER 5 - AWKWARD

Chloe

Part of me expected Johnny to sneer or snicker, then come back at Gibson during their disagreement. I was relieved when Johnny said nothing further. I was thankful when Gibson’s cell phone rang because it was a welcome interruption to their altercation. Being around conflict made me nervous, so when he took the call I excused myself and asked for direction to the bathroom.

Staring in the mirror, I was willing myself to stay strong, whatever way it played out with Gibson. He was showing those important to him that I was important as well and even though I felt humiliated for part of it, the way Gibson had jumped to my defense against his long standing and trusted friend touched my heart.

Mine
. The way Gibson said that word about me sounded so possessive and that would have been a heart stopping moment for me, if the rest hadn’t been happening. I hadn’t had the time to internalize his words because I was so focused on the conversation and how both men were reacting, but standing in the quiet of the restroom, the impact of his defense was being absorbed slowly.

Trusting Gibson was going to be difficult but he had just demonstrated that he was willing to put his relationship with Johnny on the line for me, and that said a lot about how much he really wanted me around. “My lady.” In public—declaring ownership of me. That particular confession was beyond my comprehension.

Soft tapping on the bathroom door brought me out of my reverie, and I turned the handle to unlock it at the same time as Gibson pushed his way inside.

Instantly his arms were around me, almost knocking me off balance as he backed me up against the countertop and pressed his big strong body firmly against my small frame. “Hello, darlin’, I was missing you.”

Gibson gave me his slow, sexy, roguish grin and licked his lips, then curled his head down to press them against mine in what started out as a soft sensual kiss, but ended with him relieving me of all of my clothing in a tantalizing steamy disrobing ceremony. Everywhere he exposed, he kissed and my skin detonated goose bumps where each kiss landed.

Turning me around, he positioned me in front of the long ornate silver gilt mirror and his hand swept down my belly, his finger disappearing between my legs, worshiping my body. I think Gibson kissed every inch of me, sending ripples of pleasure through my veins and into my core.

Taking his time, his slow assault on my body made me scream in anticipation. Deliciously slow traced touches made my skin react in a rash of goose bumps that made the tiny hairs on my arms and the back of my neck stand on end. Rapturous feelings enslaved me to him as he continually delighted my nerve endings. Shivers from the sensations he was instilling made my pussy clench with need and my juices flowed between my legs at the impact his sensory overload had on me.

“Ah, Chloe. What the fuck are you doing to me?” Gibson’s voice was thick with lust, husky and slow. He had my leg in his hand, peppering tiny kisses up the back of it, his big hand wrapped around my whole ankle. Sensual sweeps from his other hand gently skated over my skin in a soft caress. If I hadn’t experienced it, I would have doubted someone with Gibson’s reputation would have been capable of such a gentle touch.

Eyes heavy with lust perused my body with a reverence I’ve only ever seen delivered by Oscar winning actors in the movies. Gibson was studying my body in great detail and I was mesmerized by his response to his observations.  When his sensual gaze dropped to my breasts he licked his lips then rubbed them together. Tilting his mouth nearer he drew in a deep breath then his tongue darted out. When he allowed himself the first taste of my breast his searching eyes glanced up to lock into mine as his mouth sucked deeply and we shared a quiet, intense moment. I gasped at the feel of his hot wet tongue lathing over my nipple. Breaking the seal of his mouth over my nipple, he smiled slowly.

“So beautiful. You are so beautiful, Chloe.” Gibson’s voice was a raspy whisper, and his sensual, Southern twang was an octave lower and thick with desire, it had a dizzying effect on me.

“Come on, I refuse to take you in the bathroom on our first time here. I’m saving that for another time.” Gibson smirked devilishly at me. I was about to speak but was interrupted when he stooped to pick me up in his arms and held me close to his chest. Strong arms wrapped around my back and cradled my legs under the knees.

“You’re going to need the comfort of a soft mattress after what I have in mind for you, darlin’. Don’t worry, Johnny has made himself scarce.” Gibson smiled slowly—seductively, as he carried me naked down the hallway, each pace, getting quicker the nearer we got to the bedroom.

As I stared hypnotically into his eyes Gibson’s were sparkling with wicked intent, filling me with excitement of what was to come. He smiled sexily and it looked so salacious it took my arousal to another level.

Gibson dropped me naked on the bed and crawled over me, pinning me to the bed with his arms and knees. He stared motionlessly at me for long seconds in quiet reflection until he finally pulled air into his lungs and spoke in a frustrated tone.

“Fuck, Chloe, I’m trying to take it slowly but just seeing you like this tests my patience and control to the maximum.  I know you need soft and gentle, but every ounce of my craving is to create chaos in your mind by fucking you so hard it erases every bad memory you have right out of you.” My mouth went dry and I was quickly reminded of Gibson’s notorious reputation and bit my lip. Something inside of me should have been warning me off but it wasn’t. Gibson was trying to respect me by considering what I might need over his own wants.

Still fully clothed, Gibson was shaking with restraint as I reached for his belt buckle. Snickering knowingly, he raised an eyebrow and looked delighted that I was forward enough to go after what I wanted. Leaning forward, he licked and nibbled my ear, making me shiver, then whispered, “Tell me what you want, Chloe.”

Instantly my flesh became alive and my excited reaction was to curl up in ecstasy bunching my ear to my neck at the effect of what he did to me. Gibson reached over his shoulder and grabbed a fistful of his soft white cotton t-shirt, yanking it over his head.

My eager eyes instantly fell to focus on his chest and I leaned forward, planting a soft kiss over his heart. Gibson tossed the garment on the floor. Scooping me in his arms, he rolled beneath me and I positioned myself assertively astride his hips.

Sitting squarely on his dick, he felt huge through the coarse material of his jeans. Gibson’s fingers stroked my hair then flicked it behind my shoulders, tucking it behind my ears. Licking his lips, he took both breasts in the palms of his hands.

Sexy eyes stared up at me as he dragged his tongue across his bottom lip slowly and his head rose off the bed toward my chest. Cupping my breast, he rolled his tongue around the nipple, licking it and then blew softly on it before closing his mouth and engulfing a wide mouthful. He sucked it hard and I could feel the drawing sensation reach all the way down to my core. Gasping loudly in response to what he was doing to me, my breath hitched and a whispered moan escaped from my throat as I exhaled, “Ohhh.”

Looking up with my breast still in his mouth, Gibson snickered and then mumbled, “You liked that, huh?” Pecking my stiff nipple again with short kisses, he placed his hands on my hips and began undulating under me, rubbing my needy pussy against his erect dick still under his rough jeans.

“Chloe, I’m mesmerized by you, darlin’, those stunning blue eyes of yours make me feel helpless…speechless.  Well, not speechless because I’m talking, but you know what I mean.”  Gibson snickered again and put his warm hand behind my head to draw me down toward his face. Stopping me an inch from his mouth, his tongue traced my lips painfully slowly.

“You know…I really want to taste you all the time? When I look at your mouth, I can’t see it without wanting to lick your lips or to feel your hot tongue in my mouth. Or for you to suck mine and bite my lip. Damn, you make me so fucking hard, Chloe.”

Clearing my throat, I swallowed hard.  I was still an inch from his face, and taking a leap of faith, I tried to tell him how I was feeling. “Everything you just said Gibson, I understand. I feel all of that as well…and a few other things.”

Beaming, Gibson’s smile conveyed that he needed to hear what I’d just said, which surprised me, but before I could say anything else he rolled me on my back, my legs wrapped around his waist and his wandering hands roaming sensually down the side of my ribs. My heart was banging in my chest with excitement and I felt like I was going to explode with need.

Shifting his weight to the side, one hand pulled my arms above my head and he held them there while his other hand slid over my hip, across my thigh and down between my legs. Pushing my legs wide, his palm cupped me and his middle finger traced the seam of my pussy. “Fuck, Chloe. You are soaking wet. I love that I can do this to you.”

Gibson’s eyes widened in delight at the slithery warm feel of my sex and he licked his lips as he pushed his thick finger slowly past my outer lips and traced down toward my entrance. Without warning he entered me-first with one finger, then two.