A Question of Trust (2 page)

Virtually.

But the way Connor’s blue eyes glowed and with the contemplative look on his face, suddenly Maddie couldn’t help but picture him naked. More than that, she couldn’t help but picture him pressed up against her, chest flush with her breasts, his hips against hers. And she couldn’t help but picture Gabe behind her, like he was now, close and hard. The only difference was, in her unexpected thoughts Connor, like Gabe, wore nothing.

She swallowed a whimper. Gabe’s loving must be driving her crazy. Already it had sent her to new sexual planes, opened up doors she’d never ventured through before. Now that those doors were open was she having a problem closing them again? Was she seeking out more doors to open and explore?

Had to be, otherwise why was she suddenly imaging herself in the centre of a very sensual, very sexy Maddie sandwich?

She laughed out loud. “Connor! You were actually considering it?”

Connor didn’t respond. The teasing and jokes had vanished. He simply looked at her, the contemplation still clear in his eyes.

Behind her Gabe moved and even with two pairs of jeans between them, Maddie could feel the heat of his erection. He placed his hands on her hips and pulled her back more firmly against him, leaving her with no doubt about his thoughts on the Maddie sandwich idea. She grew lightheaded.

“I don’t know,” Connor replied with a wink. “Seems like you’re more woman than one man can manage. Especially a man like my friend over here.”

Maddie’s world shifted slightly left of centre. Oh, sheesh. How could she not have noticed Connor’s enigmatic appeal before? One wink and she was almost reduced to a shivering bundle. Or was that the effect of Gabe’s erection pushing into her backside? Didn’t matter. Maddie was suddenly finding it difficult to draw breath.

“She’s more woman than
you
could handle, Regan,” Gabe told him good-naturedly. “I, on the other hand, am more than capable of keeping her satisfied. Alone.”

God, yes he was. He’d kept her satisfied all through the night, and well into the early hours of the morning as well. She shuddered against him as she remembered the bone-melting orgasm he’d given her in the shower.

“Oh, yeah, baby,” Gabe muttered in her ear so only she could hear, “do that again.”

She shuddered again. This time though, she didn’t just relive a memory, she expanded on it. This time, another person stood in the bathroom with them, watching as Gabe bent her over the vanity and took her from behind. This time, her orgasm seemed even more powerful than it had last night because Connor’s gaze burned through her as she lost control.

Connor nodded. “Yep, I can see you’re keeping her satisfied. For now.” The right side of his mouth lifted in a sly grin. “Guess I’ll leave the two of you alone for a while, huh?”

“I guess so,” came Gabe’s reply. “This time.”

Connor’s small smile turned into a full-on beam which he flashed at Maddie, blindsiding her. She must have had blinders on up until now. The man wasn’t just ridiculously attractive, he was sex on legs.

“I have a meeting anyway. See you at dinner.” He waved and backed out of the room.

The door was barely closed before Gabe had his hands on her blouse, unbuttoning it.

“Gabe,” she gasped. “We’re in the living room.” Sure, Connor was on his way out, but what if he’d left something behind? What if he had to nip back into the room to collect his mobile phone?

“No worries, baby. Regan’s already said he won’t be disturbing us.” He tugged off her shirt and made short work of her bra. “Unless you want him to,” he added in a mischievous tone. His massive hands covered her exposed breasts, the palms feather-light against her nipples.

Tiny bumps covered her skin, beading her nipples into tight, sensitive peaks. Was it his hands or his words that worked their magic over her? Did she want Connor to disturb them? Good grief, was she really even thinking about it?

“The only thing I want right now is you,” she whispered, her head already hazy from the rush of sensation from her breasts to her pussy. A month down the line, it still stunned her that Gabe could find her attractive. That a man with a body and face worthy of godliness could have picked her.

While the rest of the world viewed her as plump, gentle Maddie, Gabe seemed to see her as a sex kitten. A woman made for loving, as he’d put it. And in his hands that’s exactly how she felt. Sexy as a nymph. Small, thin and hot as hell. In Gabe’s hands, she was a sex kitten. While long, deep conversations weren’t big on his to-do list, long, deep thrusts were—and Maddie was willing to overlook the lack of small talk for the glut of physical satisfaction.

More than willing.

He ran his fingers down her waist and over her hips. Beneath his hands she felt petite and sexy. She wiggled her ass against his cock.

In less than a minute her clothes were removed and she found herself on the couch, straddling a naked Gabe. She practically drooled over his massive chest and his immense shoulders.

“You sure we’re alone?” she asked. It was one thing pushing her physical boundaries with Gabe, it was another doing it while his closest friend stayed at his apartment.

“Completely sure.” His fingers delved between her legs finding her swollen nub. “Regan’s meeting is one he won’t want to miss. His future depends on it.” He caressed her, igniting a fire she couldn’t wait for him to douse. He closed his mouth over her breast, drawing in a nipple, sucking away her breath and Maddie forgot to ask why Connor’s meeting was so important. .

Christ, sex had never been like this. Ever. She wanted to touch him, needed to, but the way he’d positioned her, she had no access. Instead she gyrated her hips in time to his movements, rubbing her clit on his finger. The more he touched, the wetter she became, until her juices streamed from her, down his hand. His dick was encased in the crease in her ass and she rode him, innocently, with no penetration at all, the cream of her desire easing the way.

“Maddie,” he croaked. “Jesus, I want to fuck you so bad. I want to shove my dick in your ass.”

Maddie gasped. Before Gabe, no one had ever ventured there. No one had been allowed. Before Gabe. But she’d been with him four weeks now and there was very little about her body that he’d left unexplored—including her ass. She wanted it too, but what if Connor
had
left something behind? What if he walked in and found them locked in a passionate embrace, locked with Gabe’s dick in her ass?

The thought brought a fresh gush of moisture between her legs.

“No protection.” She grasped at lifelines, trying to prolong the inevitable. Not while Connor was here. But Gabe slipped a finger inside her, and even as she said it, she knew she was fighting a useless battle. Gabe could do whatever he wanted to her—wherever he wanted. She was his willing victim.

“Condom in my back pocket.” His hands were full—of her—so she reached over and grabbed his discarded jeans, pulling out the condom and a small packet of lube.

“You always carry this around?”

“Only when you’re with me,” he muttered, and fastened his lips to her other breast.

As her useless fingers struggled with the packaging, he released her breast and slid lower on the couch. At the same time, he wrapped his hands around her hips and lifted her higher, until his mouth was level with her clit. Then he kissed her. She forgot the condom as a million tingles began in her lower lips and radiated outwards. His tongue devoured her as he slid his finger back inside, and Maddie exploded in a heated rush.

Gabe licked until the shudders died away and she was a trembling bundle in his arms, then he dipped her backwards on the couch, knelt before her, and raised her feet to his shoulders.

“Condom,” he gasped.

She passed it to him with shaky hands, searching for the right words to tell him how desperate and alive and beautiful he made her feel. Lucky for her, Gabe was not a big talker, because at the moment all she could manage was a husky, “Hurry. Please.” The orgasm wasn’t enough. She felt achy, empty, needed him inside, needed to be filled by him.

Gabe sheathed himself. “Maddie,” he said, in a voice as rough as sandpaper, and all her instincts clicked to hyper alert. While not a man of many words, Gabe loved to speak about their lovemaking. Loved to tell her exactly what he would do to her and how, and she had learned to anticipate every promise. “I am going to fuck you. I am going to make you come three times, at least, in the next five minutes. And then, when you think you don’t have the strength for even one more orgasm, I am going to put my dick in your ass and make you come again. Screaming.”

Maddie’s trembles multiplied.

“And then, and only then, am I going to come. Deep, deep, deep inside you.”

Desire shook through her. No one had ever made her scream, until Gabe. “Do it,” she begged as fears of Gabe’s friend walking in on them were shoved aside. “Do it now.”

He did. In one fluid motion he plunged into her, filling her, delighting her. The breath left her body in a whoosh, then returned slowly, unevenly, as slowly, skillfully, Gabe moved, filling her then withdrawing, only to drive into her again and again.

While Maddie’s responses to his ministrations became wild, almost frenzied, Gabe’s control was impeccable. His movements were careful, deliberate, filling her in the ways he’d learned turned her on the most, plunging deep inside her then withdrawing gradually, teasing her lips before plunging in again.

It didn’t take long. A few torturous strokes and she was close, on the verge—and he knew it. His eyes narrowed to slits, sweat beaded on his forehead. “Come for me, baby,” he coaxed. “Come just for me.” He inched his way out, drew the tip of his dick around her slick folds then drove into her, again and again, taking her little by little over the edge, until reality blurred, her eyelids drifted shut, pleasured blossomed and she came.

When she opened her eyes again, a small, smug smile played on Gabe’s lips. “That’s number one.”

She couldn’t help her own lazy, answering smile.

Gabe was far from finished with her. Removing her feet from his shoulders, he lay down over her, supporting his weight on his elbows. Instinctively she wrapped her legs around his waist, locking him between her thighs.

She wasn’t letting Gabe go. Not for anything. At least not until he’d seen through on his promise to make her come screaming.

The change in position changed the angle of his penetration. His thrusts were shallower this time, but no less enflaming. At this angle, he found her G-spot and tormented it, until once again she found herself on the brink of explosion.

Gabe’s eyes were hooded, his mouth slightly open as puffs of warm air left his lips, heating hers. “Three more thrusts, and you’re going to come,” he promised.

She clutched his shoulders, held on for dear life and let him take her over the edge in three deep, erotic strokes.

This time, it took her a little longer to recover. Her heart beat madly, her pulse raced.

“Two,” Gabe growled.

“Too good,” Maddie agreed in a haze. Her eyelids had become leaden weights, impossible to open.

“Two more to come. At least.” He flipped her, so she knelt on the couch, with her butt in the air and her breasts resting on the arms.

Her legs trembled, her body on the verge of collapse. Three orgasms in such close proximity had to have an effect on a girl. She wasn’t sure her legs could hold her, but Gabe grasped her hips, steadying her, and she quit worrying. Gabe would support her.

He pulled her back, penetrating her at the same time and she whimpered in delight. When he began moving she lost herself to his rhythm, his heat, to his strokes and touch. The world narrowed to the couch, to them. Perspiration trickled between her breasts.

She should be exhausted, sated, but she wasn’t. Instead she pushed back greedily against his invading thrusts, her lips gripping his cock, reluctant to release him. She was close, so close, and so hot. Flames of lust burned through her, detonating fireworks throughout her body.

Gabe played his hand over her butt, caressing, tickling, exploring. His fingers were hot. Red hot, burning.

Heat. Hot, hot heat.

Which made the unexpected, cool wetness against the crease of her ass all the more shocking. Shocking and delicious all at the same time.

And then his thumb was there, touching, teasing, tantalizing. She clenched her cheeks together, trapping him, uncertain whether she wished to stop the slow torture or fast forward it. Her inner walls clenched around his cock, squeezing him, and his breathing shallowed.

“Relax, Maddie,” Gabe rasped behind her. “Relax and enjoy number three.”

How could she not comply?

His thumb teased the sensitive entrance to her ass, pushing against the tight ring of muscle, but not through it. Expectation built. Uncertainty turned into an achy desire and then became raw, naked need. Christ, she wanted his thumb in her ass, wanted it bad. She rocked back against him, burying his cock deeper inside her pussy and begging silently for more.

With a sharp intake of breath, he pushed slowly, gently into her.

The instinct to push his thumb out warred with the need to feel him plunge deeper. Sensation rocketed through her, pain mixed with pleasure, intense, feverish pleasure, and she repressed her instinct. She relaxed further, giving his thumb full, free access.