The Possessive Groom by Alexa Riley

Chapter 15

Lindsey

My mind is trying to play catch up with everything he said. I don’t know if I want to throw myself at him or tell him I need time to digest this. I am still reeling with the fact that I’m pregnant, but at least I know he’s not here because of that. He really does want me, and if anyone can understand making sacrifices and tough choices for the people they love, it’s me. But words of love haven’t come out of his mouth even though his actions show it. Right now I need him, and I can’t deny that there’s more still between us.

“Hard.” The one word slips past my lips, and that’s all it takes before Gibson is on me.

He lifts me off my feet, and his mouth crashes down on mine. I close my eyes and soak up the feeling of him pressed against me. It’s been too long, and all my emotions come crashing down at once. My heart pounds as we cling to each other, and I think maybe part of me thought I’d never kiss him again.

“Kiss me back, princess.”

I dig my fingers into his shoulders and open my mouth as I give him all the passion I feel in my heart. It matches his own intensity, and when I break away after a moment, I’m utterly breathless. I gulp in air, but he doesn't stop. He keeps his mouth on me as he starts to move us, but I couldn’t tell you a single thing about our surroundings.

“This first time is going to be fast,” he grunts, grinding his steel length against me.

For a second my feet are on the ground and then he’s spinning me to bend over the side of the couch. He jerks my yoga pants down my legs so hard that I hear a tear, but I quickly step free of them, not giving a shit. My sex throbs, and if he doesn’t fill me right this second, I might die with want.

“Fuck, I love your ass.”

I gasp when he drops to his knees and buries his face between my legs in one fast motion. My mind is dizzy with the speed at which he’s moving, but when I feel his mouth eating me out from behind, I cry out in pleasure. He’s everything and everywhere as my skin burns where he touches me. He licks and sucks between my legs, working two fingers in and out of my pussy. It’s like he’s already fucking me, but his sounds of ownership are so much more. I don’t even have time to brace for the orgasm as it crashes down on me and I’m screaming his name.

My legs give out, but Gibson keeps me pinned to the couch as I hear his belt hit the floor. He kicks my feet farther apart and thrusts deep while I’m still clenching from my climax.

“Shit!” I scream, and he does what he promised and fucks me hard.

“You taste sweeter.”

I push back against his ass, begging for more and teasing him. “I said hard.” I’m playing with the devil and I know it, but as he grips my hips with both hands and pounds me into the arm of the couch, all I can do is moan.

His hand fists in my hair as he pulls me up to meet his mouth. For a second I watch his face change as something wild takes over. He doesn't hold back, releasing my hair and slapping my ass while his grunts fill the room. I’m getting off on not only the pleasure he’s giving me but on the sounds he’s making, combined with the animalistic expression on his face.

I’m on the edge about to cum again when he pushes his thumb against my ass. That little bit of pressure is all I need, and I shatter, screaming out in pleasure. My pussy locks down around his cock like a vise, and it’s clear she never wants to let him go.

He keeps pumping into me as his hold on me tightens, and then I feel him start to cum. He moans my name over and over as his legs become shaky and his thrusts erratic. He’s lost all control, and it’s so fucking hot I want him all over again.

Our heavy breathing fills the room as he slumps down against me and kisses my back and neck. My eyes close as I absorb the pleasure and our connection, and I don’t think I realized how much I needed that.

“Did I hurt you?” he asks softly, and I turn my head to look at him. “Oh fuck, Lindsey, you’re crying. Fuck.”

He pulls out of me, and I reach up and touch my cheeks. I didn't realize I was doing it, but even as the tears fall, he lifts me into his arms and carries me to my bedroom. I don’t try and stop him as I rest my head on his chest.

“You didn’t hurt me,” I tell him when he sits on the bed and makes me straddle him. “Not with sex at least.” It feels so right to be back in his arms.

“I’m sorry, but someone hurting you isn’t ever going to be an option for me. I should have told you what was going on. I get that now, but I have this need to take care of you. It drives every decision, and I lack control when it comes to you.” The truth of his words is written all over his face, and I believe him.

“I get it, and to be honest, when you say it like that, I love it. I’ve been taking care of myself for so long that the idea of someone taking care of me sounds a bit too good to be true.” His big hands come up to cup my face, and I close my eyes for a moment. He makes me feel small and feminine under his hold. The days we spent on the island together were some of the best of my life. I opened up to him in ways I never have with anyone else. With him it was so natural and easy, like it was meant to be.

“I’d love nothing more than to spend my life taking care of you if you’ll let me.”

“Let?” I laugh. “You’re kind of pushy.”

“You need it.” His thumb wipes away my tears, and that tender touch makes my heart swell.

“I do,” I agree, and I have to admit to myself that he always knows how to handle me.

“You going to tell me why you’re crying, princess?”

“It’s all overwhelming,” I admit, but I could probably blame it on the pregnancy hormones too. “You make me feel things I’ve never felt before. I was so sure my heart would be broken forever.”

“I wasn't going to let you get away from me. You make me feel shit I’ve never felt before too. You're unlike any woman I’ve ever met. Strong but sweet and fucking beautiful.” He smiles and shakes his head. “But there’s this deeper part between us that’s destined. I don’t know how to explain it, but being with you is what I’m meant to do. The longer we’re together, the more I get to peel away your outer shell and see who you really are underneath. And I love every layer.”

I suck in a breath. “You love me?”

“Yes, I love you. Why would I be losing my mind if I didn't? You mean more to me than anything in this world,” he half shouts, and I kiss him, wrapping myself around him tighter.

“Princess, say it back,” he orders, turning me on. I don’t know how he does that. With anyone else I’d tell them to fuck off, but not with Gibson.

“I love you,” I say and mean it with every inch of my soul.

He drops his forehead to mine and closes his eyes. “I won’t ever keep anything from you again. I promise you that.”

I lean back, needing to look into his eyes. “If we’re not keeping secrets, then there’s something I need to tell you.”

“I don’t want to hear if you were with someone else.” His hold on me turns possessive, and I smile.

“No! I was with my sisters.” Then my eyes narrow. “Were you with someone else?”

“Fuck no.” I didn't think so, but his question caught me off guard for a moment. “Now tell me.”

“I don’t know how it happened. I mean, I know how it happened. I just don’t know where I messed up. Really it’s your fault. You mess with my head and I couldn't keep your hands off me.” I try to say what I need to, but it's all a jumbled, messy rush, and I know I’m not making sense.

“I agree to all of that.” He smiles, and I melt into him a little more. “Spit it out, princess. Nothing you can say will ever make me stop loving you.”

Unconditional love is all I’ve ever dreamed of.

He smacks the side of my ass, and I glare at him. He stares right back, and I bite my lip.

“I’m pregnant,” I blurt out and watch his whole expression change as he realizes our lives will forever be entwined.