DREAM (18 page)

I moan into his mouth as he picks me up and sits me on his desk. He spreads my legs, and I instinctively rock against him. He’s hard and right now I don’t care where he wants me. My body, mind, and heart are all screaming for him to take me.

I love him and I will do anything for him.

He drags his hands up my thighs, under my skirt, and up to my hips. He brushes his fingers up my side to my breasts and I gasp, pulling from his lips and arching my neck. Gable kisses and nips the hollow of my neck, but stops.

“Do you know how sexy you look right now?” His hot breath seers my skin.

“Gable.” I beg him to continue.

“I’m not going to let you lost your virginity on my desk, Dream Butler.” Something about the way he says my married name makes me moan.

“The couch then?” I suggest and he chuckles, looking up at me then removing his hand from my skirt.

“Oh, I love you, but not there either.” He kisses me softly. “Thank you for the distraction.”

“It was more than that.” Much more. Having him against me shows not only how much I want him or love him, but also how much he respects me. Most men would have already thrown me into bed and done whatever they wanted to me.

Not Gable.

Not my husband.

“Let’s get something to eat.” I jump off the large white desk. “Do I need to wipe that down for you?” He’s staring at the desk where I had been sitting and I see the twitch in his eye.

“Um…” He doesn’t want to say it.

“I’ve got it.” I pat his chest and walk over to the coat closet and grab the bleach wipes. I wipe the desk, throw away the cloth, and wash my hands in his bathroom.

“Thank you.” He’s visibly more relaxed.

“It’s fine.” I kiss him again. “Come on.” I take his hand and we head to the kitchen.

Bruce, Joy, and Misha all have sandwiches in front of them. They had been laughing about something and suddenly stop when we enter. Misha jumps up and begins to construct a sandwich with the meat, cheeses, and bread from the counter. I grab a couple waters for us and we sit down with everyone else.

The conversation is light, mostly about the weather and Joy’s new heels that I really like. The aura of the room changes immediately and noticeably when Gideon steps through the threshold.

“Wow, looks like there’s a party going on here.” He jokes as if nothing is wrong. “At least, I know why Joy wasn’t at the office. I figured you were shopping.” He winks at her and she makes a disgusted sound. “You know you want me.”

“As much as I want crabs.” Her voice replies smoothly, making me giggle.

Gideon slides me a mean glare.

“Don’t.” Gable growls at him. “Don’t look at Dream like that again.”

“Oh, so she’s still your wife?”

“Always.” Gable answers without a second of hesitation.

Gideon rolls his eyes and heads over to where the food is and begins to make a sandwich. “So, why is everyone here?”

“Working.” Gable answers.

“I didn’t get the memo.” He leans against the counter and eyes each of us.

“You weren’t invited.” Gable chugs his water. “Bruce, help Joy gather up everything and take her home.” He pats his back twice. I’ve never seen Gable
pat
someone before.

“Not a problem.” They both get up and leave. Misha walks out as well

“Something I said?” Gideon pops the last bit of food into his mouth.

“I’m sure Joy didn’t enjoy your comment. Stop hackling her, too.” Gable stands and takes my hand, pulling me up. “Good night, Gideon.”

“Aren’t we going to play cards tonight?” Gideon sounds almost shocked.

“No. I’m going to bed with my wife and you can do, whatever it is you do when I’m not around.” We leave the kitchen and head to the office.

Joy and Bruce are still in there packing up the files and laptops.

“You get my message.” Gable says as he locks the door.

“Loud and clear.” Bruce nods.

“What message?” I furrow my brow.

“I’ll explain later.” Gable tells me and turns to Joy. “Are you okay with this?”

Joy stops packing her bag, keeping her head down. “Gable, I’ve worked for you for almost five years.” She looks at him, and I think she’s about to cry. “You promised nothing would happen to me or my mom. I trust you, and because of that, I will do what you ask.”

Gable walks over to Joy and hugs her. “You have my word nothing will happen to either of you. Not only is he saving her, he is offering both of them his protection.

“Bruce is going to take you home, get whatever you need, and you’ll stay in one of the guest rooms here. I will have a guard with your mom at her nursing home. I promise you it’s only for a little while.”

Joy nods against his chest and when she steps back, she swipes away the tears. “I’m going to put all this in the secret safe.”

“Okay.”

“I’ll have her back in an hour.” Bruce tells him and ushers her out of the room.

Gable collapses against his desk and put his head in his hands. There’s a lot going on in his brain and I don’t know how much more he can take.

“Talk to me.” I step behind him and rub his shoulders.

“I tapped Bruce’s shoulder letting him know that we need extra security for the ones that I love the most. You, my mom, Mrs. Stones, Joy, Misha. He’s bringing them all here, because Butler Mansion is protected.”

“Are you being overly cautious or do you know something and are not telling me?”

“In all honesty, I’m not sure.” He faces me.

“We’ll figure this out. Together.” I give him a chaste kiss. “Now, let’s go to bed.”

We walk hand-in-hand to the elevator, and into our bedroom. The day has taken a toll on him and I yawn. Gable chuckles and leads me to the bed. His eyes search me up and down. I can feel the electric charge between us, and I hold back my smirk.

I love him.

I lick my lips and raise my hands over my head. Gable lifts one eyebrow and I stare at him, until he takes the bottom of my shirt and removes it over my head. I’m not nervous. Well, I’m not extremely nervous. I move my hands to his tie and unknot it. I unbutton his black dress shirt and pull it away from him, tossing it on the floor next to mine.

I drag my nails down, as I did to him before and reach the top of his belt. I lock eyes with him, waiting for him to stop me, but he doesn’t. His dimple is showing with the grin on his face. I bite my lip to hide my jubilation and tug on the belt. Gable lightly places feathery kisses on my cheek where my bruises are.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

“And to think I’m not even naked yet.”

Gable freezes for a beat before laying his forehead on mine. “We don’t have to.”

I know he means that. I appreciate he loves me, and he won’t push me. However, we both need this.

“I love you, Gable.” The words leave me before I’d even thought about it. I don’t think about it. They just popped out.

He takes a step back.

“I do. My life has been turned upside down and a lot of it is your fault, but at the end of the day, I don’t want to be anywhere else but with you. It’s crazy and sounds like I’ve been brainwashed, but I know in my heart that you lied to protect me because you loved me.

“Our love story is one that should be in books and a
Lifetime
movie, but it’s a true love. I know. I can see it in your eyes. They light up every time I’m around you.” I give him a small smile.

“Say it again.” Gable’s voice is husky, and I know it’s not just because he’s turned on; I can feel him, because he is overwhelmed.

“I love you.”

Gable captures my mouth with his, and in a split second, I’m on my back on the pillowy softness of the bed. I open my legs and he rests in between them. He’s even harder now and I arch my body closer to him. He nips and sucks down to my breasts. He jerks the cup of my bra down and bites the pert nipple. I hiss through my teeth at the pleasurable pain shooting through me.

Gable unhooks the bra and together we throw it to the side. He continues the attention to my breasts as I rock against him.

“Dream, I want to rip the rest of your clothes off so badly.”

“Do it,” I beg him.

His mouth reaches my lips. “We need to go slow, and you need soft, loving touches.”

“Gable,” I pant his name. There is a time for soft and slow, but this isn’t it. Please, I need you right now.” I know I am begging, but my body is humming for him. I’m practically dripping from my core for him; I want him to ravage me with his cock.

“Get your skirt off.” His command is hard, but not scary. He stands up and when he pulls his pants and briefs down, I gasp.

“Oh my.” I groan in pleasure. He’s standing at full attention and he is not what I expected. I have seen penises. I’m not a prude by any means even if one has never been inside me. Gable’s is different. It’s longer than average and thicker than I imagined. I should be concerned by how sore I will be in the morning, but right now I just want this damn skirt off and I rush to make that happen.

We’re completely naked as he pushes the covers down and begins kissing me again. His tongue is setting me on fire with each swipe in and out of my mouth. I try to catch my breath as he licks down my chest and torso. I am trembling like I never have before. I know where he’s heading and I want him there.

Is it crazy to feel this for him? It should be. No sane person would think my feelings for Gable are real. They would think I’ve being brainwashed and conned into the position I’m in right now. Whoever
they
are, they’re wrong. My heart, body, and brain are exactly where they need to be.

With my husband, who loves me, and protects me.

The first swipe of my core makes me stop moving. His hot tongue burns me in place. Gable moans against me and my hips move closer to his mouth. I want him to devour me.

And that’s what he does.

The sucking, biting, licking, and the feel of his mouth and tongue against me, makes me scream his name within moments. He didn’t even get a chance to finger me before my release.

He kisses each of my thighs and back up to my lips. “We’re not done.”

“You better not be, Gable; I want more.”

He chuckles in my ear. “I can do that, but we may have a small problem.”

“What?” I pull away to see his face.

“I don’t have any condoms.”

“What?”

“I didn’t think this would be happening right now. I’m a bit unprepared.”

I roll my eyes at him. “Well, it’s a good thing I am. I’m on the pill.”

“Why?” His tone comes out gruffer than I think he expected.

“Calm down.” I touch his cheek and he loosens up a bit. “I take it because my period is irregular. That’s all. I’ve been on it for a long time. We don’t need anything between us. I know you’re clean and you know I am, too.”

“And you’re all mine.”

“Show me that I’m yours.”

Gable moans and pulls back from me, pulling my knees wider apart. He positions himself at the center of my core and pushes in.

I expected a ton of ripping, tearing, and pain that I’ve always heard about and imagined. Now, that Gable is a little bit in, I don’t feel it.

“Take a deep breath, Dream.” I do and he slams into me.

And there it is…

I feel the tear and the pain of stretching with him inside me. Gable leans back down to me and kisses me hard.

“I’m going to move, okay.”

I nod, but I can’t find my voice. When he pulls out, I feel the muscles that are holding his cock in me release a little. Then he pushes into me and there’s a stinging sensation, but he continues the same motion.

“Relax, Dream. Relax, baby.” His voice calms me and I do as he says.

Gable moves his hips more and the feeling in my body changes. The stinging leaves me and the hardness of him brings with it a whole new sensuality.

“You’re tight baby, but feel so good.”

The pleasure is building, but he’s still going slowly. I’m enjoying it, but it’s not… I want
more
.

“Faster, Gable,” I finally tell him.

“Dream, it might hurt more.”

“Gable, don’t make me beg. I want you to fuck me, please.”

He stops moving and looks into my eyes. “If it hurts, tell me and we’ll end this.”

“Please. Please.” I want my husband to have sex with me. Real sex and not slow, careful sex.

He pecks my lips and pulls his hip away from me, and then slams right back in. I gasp and he pushes deeper into me and I wrap my legs around him. He pumps into me faster and even though there’s still a bit of pain, I can feel the orgasm bubbling up.

My stomach flips at his growls and moans. He plunges himself deeper and harder and I pant his name. This is what I want. The feeling of love, sex, desire, and comfort,  and he’s giving it to me.

“Come, Dream. Come for me.”