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He was strong, yet gentle, and no matter the outcome, I’d have no regrets. I couldn’t imagine having this with anyone else, and not only because of the marriage.
Gabriel was a good man. A strange pride welled up in my heart as he moaned and worked me eagerly. I had the feeling he was enjoying it as much as I was.
Another hungry moan escaped, much deeper than my own, and he pulled out and quickly rolled me over. His arm snaked around my hips, and he hiked me up to my knees to ease his cock back inside my silky, wet folds. It didn’t take him long to work up another steady rhythm, and with each slap of his hips against my ass, I panted as a pinch deep inside me grew.
Then he stood me up, bringing my back to his chest. “You feel amazing on me. You’re going to make me come so good, Luna.”
My name from his lips as he buried inside me was what sent me over the edge, and I burst apart all over again as his slick sex worked me deeply.
He held on to me and stayed buried as he turned around lowered himself to the bed. “Spin around.”
I did as requested and spun around to straddle him. He caressed my breasts as I bounced, milking his cock with my body. His eyes lingered on mine, as if he could see through me. It felt like pure exposure. Some part of me loved it.
He sat forward and pulled me down hard onto his cock, filling me up completely. As his cock jerked his release deep inside of me, he kissed me intensely, passionately.
Soon our bodies stilled, and I collapsed against him. He held me as he stroked my hair and kissed my temple. I pulled back and captured his face in my hands. “That was so worth waiting for.”
Chapter Eighteen
Gabriel
The next day, with the reporters giving up hope of us providing statements, I’d asked Joe to come in for a visit. I knew he liked to stay to himself for the most part, but Luna and I needed a break from the monotony of the honeymoon suite.
So after twenty minutes of gratuitous conversation, my old friend and bodyguard slipped a deck of cards from his pocket, and for the next hour, we sat around the coffee table playing poker. Luna had taken me for twenty bucks and beaten Joe out of thirty before I threw in the towel.
“You’re a real shark,” said Joe, gathering the deck.
“My dad and I play a lot of cards. He taught me everything I know.” The proud smile on her face was masked by the longing in her eyes, and I was sure it hadn’t been easy missing her father.
“Remind me to never gamble with the good preacher,” said Joe.
I wondered how he knew about her father, but remembered Luna telling me they’d talked when I sent her out on errands at work. Occasionally she’d use her own car, especially if I was out of the office, but she’s often had Joe to take her where she needed to go.
I felt a tinge of jealousy for my old friend, who at forty, was only two years older. Considering his job as my personal bodyguard, he was also in much tighter shape. Not that I was slob, but Joe had more bulk.
“Let’s play another.” Luna bounced in her seat and folded her cash. I hadn’t seen her so happy, and I had to wonder if it was the night before or Joe’s charm that her glowing.
Joe wiped his brow. “How about Go Fish? I’d like to eat later.”
She winked and placed her short stack on the table. “Lunch is on me.”
He dealt their next hand as a chuckle rolled from his mouth. “My kind of woman.”
Minutes later when Mason showed, the mood shifted. He came in with his usual whirlwind and dropped bombs in his wake. “I talked to the detective this morning. Seems he’s so busy, he nearly forgot about us.”
Before I could say a word to respond, he lifted a finger and met my eyes. “That’s a good thing, by the way.” He lowered himself beside Joe and narrowed his eyes at the pair like he’d never seen anyone playing cards before.
I leaned back and shifted to face Mason. “Did you find out more about the other woman?”
He took out his phone and placed it on his knee. “Yes. Let me find my notes.” He swiped at the device and held it in his palm.
“The detective sent this message. It says she’s a former worker for G2 Security who was assigned to your dispatch room.” He glanced up as I shook my head, but quickly found his place in the message again. “Her sister claims she’d bragged about having a relationship with her boss. She says it was you. So did a few others in her family and group of friends, who she told the same.”
He pushed his phone towards me, which showed a photograph of the woman in front of me. She was a pretty young woman with dark hair and brown eyes that almost looked black, the kind of eyes you wouldn’t forget, but for me still wasn’t ringing any bells.
Luna leaned in and glanced over my shoulder. After a second, she gasped and snatched the phone for a better look. “I know her. She did work for you. She came in to the office several times a week to turn in reports. Sweet girl, but always seemed a little nervous.” She passed the phone back to Mason.