“Wait.” Gemma digs her nails into my shoulders and I grunt. “Wait, Lucas. I don’t want to. I’m not ready for that.”
I press my forehead against hers, growling as I move against her pussy for another minute.
“Lucas,” Gemma says sharply.
“Relax. I’m not. You just feel so fucking good.” After one last roll of my hips against her, I fall to the side. “When you do let me, you’re in for it. I’m going to fuck your pussy so good.”
“Confident,” Gemma remarks as I peel back the covers.
She slides into bed as I go turn off the TV. I let Lancelot in the room, then duck into the bathroom to calm down. When I come back out, Gemma has Lancelot on his back, rubbing his belly.
My girl and my dog, together in my bed. It will suck when she has to go home. I wish I could keep her locked away in my room forever.
“You’re making me jealous,” I quip.
Gemma lifts her head and smirks. “Is that all it takes? Wow, you’re fragile.”
“Make it up to me. Give me head again. I haven’t had enough of you tonight.”
She snorts and addresses Lancelot. “Do you hear this guy?”
I slip into bed and draw her back against my chest after turning off the light. She’s warm and her skin is soft. Lancelot moves to the bottom of the bed, circling a few times before laying down.
“Thanks,” Gemma whispers.
I press my lips to her shoulder. “For what?”
“I thought you were crazy for making me stay here this weekend. But it hasn’t been as bad as I thought. You can be fun to hang out with, even if you’re a total dick at school to everyone who doesn’t ask how high when you say jump.”
I cup her breast and tuck her against me more comfortably, sliding a leg between hers. I could sleep tangled with her like this forever.
“You only think that because you don’t know me. You’re getting warmer, though.”
“Well, you’re not what I thought you were. Sorry for accusing you. You piss me off with your cocky attitude and over-possessive crap. But when it counts, you do know not to cross every line.”
“Trust me, sweetheart,” I smile into her hair as I whisper to her, “I want you begging me to fuck you. I only take what I know you want. And don’t bother denying it, I know you’re hot for me.”
“I—” Gemma huffs. “Maybe. But you’re not forgiven for stealing my first kiss.”
The admission is a mulish whisper, but it couldn’t be louder if Gemma blared it on a megaphone. First kiss.
Stunned arousal bolts up my spine at the admission. If I’m her first kiss and the first to taste her on my tongue, then other firsts await. My cock throbs as I rut against her ass, fantasies of fucking her virgin pussy filling my mind.
It stirs the beastly desire in me to own her in every way. It sounds as if I already have. My thoughts slip to the time I fingered her in the parking lot, how she always responds so beautifully and openly.
It’ll stay that way. No one else gets Gemma.
She’s mine. I’ll claim each part of her and never let her go.
Gemma squirms into a more comfortable position, unaware of my racing thoughts. “You still piss me off, though.”
“That’s what makes it fun.” I trace my fingertips down her body until they tease into the soft curls between her thighs. “But soon you’ll stop fighting it. You’ll give yourself to me. And when you do, you better prepare yourself.”
Twenty-Five
Lucas
“Lucas, come here a sec,” Dad calls out from his home office as I pass it on the landing.