The Darkest Of Light (The Kings of Retribution MC)

Needing to touch him, I reach up and thread my fingers through his hair, then down his face until I grab a fist full of his beard forcing his mouth down on mine. Then I press the heel of my foot to the back of his thigh to force him closer to my core.

"Gabriel, please," I moan against his mouth when I feel he’s not giving me what I want.

"Slow, mi amor my love," he rasps. Rising up, he reaches down with one hand and guides the head of his cock to my entrance. I close my eyes and relish the feel of him as he sinks every thick inch into me. Once he is fully seated inside, he stills for a moment waiting for me to become accustomed to being so full. I love the way he fills me. Every time with Gabriel feels like the first. A few moments later he begins to move. His strokes are long and slow. Every time he feels me getting close to the edge he changes position. Soon my moans turn to whimpers.

When I feel like I can’t take it anymore, and I’m so desperate to come, I beg once again, "Gabriel, please."

Shaking his head, no and he keeps with the same torturous, unrelenting pace. My hips are moving in perfect sync with Gabriel’s rhythm and I am once again on the brink of orgasm, only to have him pull out of me completely. My need to come is so strong I almost want to cry.

Gabriel doesn’t waste any time lying on his back and pulling me on top of him. Straddling his hips, I sink down onto his cock. This position has him going even deeper.

"Fuck," Gabriel hisses as he runs his hands up over the swell of my belly then cups my breast. I brace my hands on his chest for balance and then begin to rock against him. It doesn’t take long for me to find my rhythm. And this time when I am on the brink of orgasm, Gabriel does not stop me from seeking my release. Using both hands, he grabs my ass and begins thrusting his hips upward,

"Come now, Alba. Come with me," he demands. And my body listens. Digging my fingers into his chest, where I am almost certain I will leave marks. I come shouting Gabriel’s name as he too stills, planting himself deep inside me growling his own release with my name on his lips. Holding me close, Gabriel rolls us on our sides. Once our breathing is under control, he is the first to speak.

"Was that better than your porn?"

"It’s not porn," I giggle. Then add, "It was way better."

Chapter Twenty-four

Gabriel

I grab my weapon and secure it to my side before pullin’ on my cut. Alba went downstairs fifteen minutes ago to let my sister in. The two of them will be here alone for awhile today until Reid can make it out. I checked the whole property earlier this morning and everything is running the way it should, and the camera feed is working properly as well. Knowing I can tap into the live feed with the app on my phone gives me a little comfort leaving her without one of the brothers for a couple hours.

We have a long drive ahead of us and having so many miles between me and my woman has me on edge and nursing a mild migraine this morning. So far, Reid hasn’t been able to dig up much on this Calvin Green except for the facts we already knew. I’m hoping we turn up some more information once we get to the only address we have on the guy.

To top it off, we have a snow storm threatening to move in north of us later tonight. It’s about a four hour drive we have ahead of us just to get there, then the drive back, so we’ll be taking Logan’s ride since his truck is best suited for the rougher weather and he can throw his plow attachment in the bed of his truck just in case when we make it back home we can get through these back roads we live on.

On my way downstairs I replay the way Alba got upset last night when she found out her brake lines were cut, and someone intentionally tried to harm her. It may not be the smartest move, but I couldn’t tell her who we are trying to dig dirt up on because I fear the stress will overwhelm her at this point. She rescheduled her doctor appointment until tomorrow and she’ll be hunkered down in the house with someone by her side all day. Maybe with the men having made their presence known in town the past few days it will have made this guy think twice about showing up in our town again.

Maybe.

I find Leyna and Alba sitting on the couch in the living room in front of the roaring fire I started in the fireplace for Alba this morning. Walking around the edge of the couch I bend down, giving her a deep kiss, "I need to go. Logan is waiting on me down at the bike shop," I tell her.

"I’ll miss you. I promise I’ll be fine. Your sister and I are going to sit here and enjoy this fire. Please be safe. The weather could get bad before you get back home," she says with worry.

Alba knows I’m not telling her everything but hasn’t pressed the issue. Giving me a bea

utiful smile she grabs a hold of my hand, "I love you."

"Yo te quiero más I love you more," I bend down and whisper into her ear, "I’ll check on you soon."

As I’m walking out the front door and setting the alarm from my phone, I can’t shake this uneasy feeling I have. Brushing it off I climb into my truck that’s been sitting out here warming for the past ten minutes and make my way down the long driveway to the main road and head towards town.

When I make it to the shop, Logan is out front sitting in his truck waiting on me. I park mine, lock it up and walk over to the passenger’s side of his and open the door.

"Hey, brother. You ready for this long ass ride this morning?" he asks, lookin’ really fuckin’ tired himself.

"Yeah, lets hit the pavement and make some time, brother."

I climb in and shut the door. He hands me a large thermos that I know has hot coffee in it.

"Bella made it. I have my own over here, so help yourself."

Untwisting the lid, I pour some into the cup attachment. Nothing is going to relax the tension I have building up in my shoulders and neck, but it tastes good going down.

An hour later my phone chimes with a text alert. Pulling it from my pocket I swipe the screen. It’s from Alba,