Page 38 of Forever Yours

“Please,” she whispered.

He had never gone so slow in his life. They set a rhythm and every time he felt he was building up to release, the pace held him back. He wanted to just let go and take everything he could from her, but this was not about taking, it was about giving, and he was going to give Devlin everything. Reaching around her, he touched her clit and she orgasmed almost instantly, but he didn’t change his pace, he let her orgasm squeeze his cock until he came, a blinding white light flashing before his eyes.

Devlin collapsed on her stomach and Gabe lowered himself next to her on his back. “Fuck,” he said, laying an arm over his eyes, then lifted it, giving a covert sniff, but she’d turned and was watching him. “I think I should’ve showered.”

“You smell like cold and wood and fire and sex.” She snuggled closer. “There should be a fragrance that smells just like you do now.”

He shrugged and reached his arm around her to pull her closer, grabbing a blanket with his free hand to cover them. “I’m glad you approve.”

Chapter Thirteen

The sound of distant knocking startled Gabe from his sleep. He was disoriented and a weight, like a heavy blanket, was over him. He blinked, surprised to see Devlin sprawled over him, a slight snore coming from her mouth. His face bloomed into a smile as he remembered the night before. Well, he assumed it was the night before—the clock had toppled to the floor at some point in the evening.

A more insistent staccato alerted him that someone was indeed knocking, but not at Devlin’s door—his door—which propelled him into action, disentangling himself from Devlin’s tight grasp. He slipped through the bathroom, grabbing and throwing on his robe, tying it as he cracked his door.

“What the hell, I’ve been knocking for like five minutes,” Greyson accused, trying to peer around Gabe into the room. “You have a girl in there?”

Gabe opened the door to let him in, thankful that he’d thought to close his side of the bathroom door on his way into the room. Now he hoped that Greyson didn’t notice the untouched bed.

“Sorry, Mom, just a heavy sleeper.”

Greyson did indeed eye the bed but didn’t say anything.

“Have you looked outside yet?” he asked instead.

“I just got up, Grey.”

“Yes, that’s clear.”

Gabe walked to the window and pulled back the shade, a low whistle escaping him. “What the hell happened out there?”

“I think that’s the Nor’easter we’ve been promised all season. It hit overnight.”

Gabe looked out again to a winter wonderland. Heavy snow was falling and all signs of life—like roads—had been erased.

“I’m gonna go outside and assess the situation.”

“Okay, let me get dressed, I’ll be right out.”

“I’m going to let Pru know, meet you back here in a few.”

Greyson slipped out of the door and Gabe gave a longing look at the adjoining bathroom before sighing and getting dressed. He went out into the hall just as Greyson returned. They started toward the stairs when he remembered his jacket and boots in Devlin’s room.

“One sec, my boots and jacket.” He turned the knob on Devlin’s door then stopped.

“That’s not your room, bro.”

Gabe shot him a quick look. “I know,” he stated, then slipped inside and gathered his stuff, moving quietly, not wanting to wake Devlin. He looked at her for a moment.Fuck it. He moved to her side and kissed her softly on the forehead, she stirred but didn’t wake. He felt torn between wanting her to sleep and not wanting her to wake with him gone. Her peaceful slumber won out, and he moved back out the bedroom door. He avoided Greyson’s stare as they went downstairs, but their conversation was cut off as they noticed the six foot drift piled against the sliding door.

“Wow.” Greyson walked to the door and measured the drift to his height. “We’re gonna need a bigger shovel.”

“I need to be well caffeinated before I can deal with this.”

“I’ll go wake Sebastian, you start the pot.” Greyson gave Gabe another side eye glance before disappearing down the hall.

It didn’t matter that Greyson knew. He was an adult, and he wasn’t going to act like a caught child who needed to explain himself, but explain himself is what he did when Greyson returned.

“Will you please not tell anyone?” Gabe asked as he filled two cups.