The Possessive Groom (Groom 2)

When he lets out a growl, it only pushes me on to keep taking what I want. My hands grab his shoulders so I can work myself up and down.

“Gibson,” I moan, and now he’s the one taking control.

His mouth goes for my neck as his grip tightens. He licks and sucks at the tender skin, and I feel my orgasm build. “Take it,” he demands. “I want to hear you cum for me.”

When his teeth sink into my neck, I’m done. My head falls back, and I cry out as the pleasure slams through my body. The whole world tilts for a moment, and all I feel is pure, undiluted bliss. I hear him groan as his body jerks against mine, and the muscles on his back and arms ripple.

My heart pounds as I try to catch my breath, but when his cock jerks against my clit, electric pleasure startles me. God, how can something that happened so fast feel this good?

He’s still hard but I’m certain he came. His head is buried in my neck and his warm breath tickles me there. When I feel him press soft kisses in that sweet spot, it makes my stomach flutter.

Holy shit, I can’t believe we just did all of that, and I wonder if it should embarrass me. Am I too old to be making out like a kid in high school? Because in reality it was exciting. I want more, and I think Gibson is down to deliver anything I ask for.

“I want to lick your pussy right now to see what your cum tastes like.”

He slowly lowers me to my feet, but I’m afraid the shock of what happened and his words have turned my legs into jelly. I guess if I fall to my knees, it makes it easier for him to get my bathing suit off. The thought is delicious, and I wonder what it is about Gibson that has me feeling all these things.

But just as my feet plant on the sand, he jumps back. If not for the tree he pressed me against, I would have fallen over.

“Oh. Sorry.” I jerk my head around to see Cora standing there. Her eyes are wide and full of surprise. “I was just…”

“I need to grab something from my room,” Gibson says, cutting her off. He looks at me quickly then rushes in the opposite direction. The hell? Why does it always feel like he’s giving me mixed signals?

“Sorry,” Cora mumbles, and the look on her face shows that she truly is.

“Me too,” I sigh, pushing off the tree to stand on my own. My eyes follow Gibson until he’s out of sight.

“I only wanted to see where the trail went,” she adds after a beat.

“Don't. I almost got eaten.” Cora’s mouth falls open before she bursts into laughter. My face heats when I realize how that sounded, and I can’t help but laugh with her. “Can you not mention this to anyone?” I’m not even sure what this is, and I don’t want to start rumors.

Cora’s face softens. “My lips are sealed.” I lift a brow, knowing she tells Mary everything. “I won’t say a word. I’m sure if Mary suspects there is something up between you and Gibson, then I don’t have to tell her. She is a lot like you, she can read people.”

“True,” I agree.

“Let’s even the field,” she suggests. “I know your secret, so I’ll tell you one of mine.” Damn, she is good at getting people to trust her. “I have a giant crush on Mary.”

She tosses it out like a grenade, and I just stand there. “Well, I didn't see that one coming.” I blink and then smile. “You said Gibson is hot.” I’d been getting jealous over the two of them and I think it clouded my mind and I missed the whole Mary and Cora thing.

“I can appreciate a good-looking man.” She shrugs.

“He is, isn't he?” I let out a long sigh. “See, it’s not my fault. He’s too good-looking for everyone's good, and it’s a distraction.”

“One I think you need.” She smirks. “Come on, let's make sure no one is stealing our cabanas.”

Gibson is a nice distraction. I felt his desire for me, but why the heck did he take off so fast when Cora caught us? Was he embarrassed? I shake off that thought because I don’t think Gibson cares what other people think of him, but it still makes me wonder. Could this only be a fling, and am I even open for more than that myself? My mind starts to flood with the possibilities.

“Relax,” Cora says as we close in on the cabana where I left my stuff. “Enjoy the moment.”

Right. Enjoy the moment. It’s a lot easier said than done, but I’m going to try. I never take anything for myself, and I’m always worried about others. For once I’m going to do something that’s just for me.