A Question of Love (9 page)

She panted as another shudder hit her, vibrating through him.

“Have to have you, T. Have to fuck you.”

Tina stopped breathing and then began again, her chest heaving against him.

He kissed her, ravishing her mouth with his. Her lips parted beneath the attack, accepting his tongue into the sweetness of her mouth. Christ, she tasted good. Like wine and woman. She made him heady and high, hot and…hollow. If he didn’t get inside of her now, there’d be nothing left of him. He’d fall apart.

Without releasing her lips, he nudged her thighs wide open with his legs and settled himself between them. Of their own accord his hips drew back and shot forward, his dick seeking entrance to her body. He met with a solid barrier and swore to himself. No access. Her pussy was jam-packed full of vibrator.

Gabe drew back with a muttered oath. The interruption brought back a modicum of common sense. He crawled up the bed and reached—once again—for Tina’s bedside drawer. As he found what he sought, a hot, wet mouth enveloped the head of his cock and sucked him inside.

Gabe jerked as if he’d been struck by lightning. Burning surges of electricity pulsed through his body, scorching him. “Damn, T…”

Tina made a loud slurping noise as she released him to run her tongue over his tip, down his shaft, and suck first one ball and then the other into her mouth.

By the time she wrapped her lips around his cock again, Gabe was good and ready to burst. His testicles drew up tight, and pressure built in his dick.

Fuck, he was going come, and it was going to be big. Huge. Four years of waiting was about to result in the biggest fucking orgasm in history.

Or not.

Tina chose that moment to squeeze the base of his dick in a tight fist. So tight that after a couple of seconds the pressure began to subside.

Gabe muttered a hoarse oath of thanks.
When he came it would be inside her
.

He pulled away and sheathed himself with a condom. Tina lay back and watched. She licked her lips and wiped her mouth, then dropped her hand low to manipulate the vibrator.

When she moaned out loud, Gabe knelt between Tina’s legs and pulled the vibe out, fast as possible. This time the only thing making her come would be him.

A muted squeak escaped her lips, and her legs trembled.

Goddamn, the thing was soaked with her juices. It smelled like…like sex and like Tina, and God help him, he could hesitate no more. He hauled Tina up so she straddled him, took her mouth once again in a heated kiss and thrust once, hard and fast, so he was buried balls-deep inside her. Deep, deep inside her. Exactly where he’d fixated on being the whole night.

“Oh, Jesus fuck,” he growled. “Holy crap, Jesus fuck.” Nothing had ever felt so good. Nothing.

His balls pulled tight for the second time, and his spine tingled.
Tingled
for fuck’s sake. Tina made him fucking tingle. And sweat. The sweat beaded on his back and his brow. She felt so damn good, so hot and so wet that all he wanted to do was shoot inside her. Release his load, over and over again, marking her, claiming her, making her his.

Tina’s head fell back, her lips parted. “Mmm,” she murmured. “Nice.”

Gabe saw red. Nice?
Nice?
He was having an out-of-body—out-of-mind—experience, and she thought it was
nice
?

It was all about Connor. Yep, for Tina sex with Gabe was nice. But with Gabe
and
Connor it was perfect.

So much for seeing red. His vision was black now. Dark with lust and jealousy, and God help him, even self-doubt. Alone he wasn’t enough for him. She needed more. Needed his fucking best friend.

Bullshit. It was all bullshit. Gabe
was
man enough for her. He was all she needed to reach that ultimate peak, that ultimate orgasm. And he’d prove it to her. Within the next few minutes Tina would forget the word nice even existed in her vocabulary. She’d be using adjectives she’d never dreamed of. He’d show her nice. He’d fucking show her nice ’til she was screaming at the top of her voice, begging Gabe to let her come.

He took advantage of the angle of her neck, leaning in and sucking on the side of her throat. He drew long, patient sips, then short, nipping licks until Tina whimpered. Pausing for breath, he covered the spot with gentle kisses while he drove his dick into her, over and over.

Tina buckled on his hips, bearing down on him, meeting his every thrust with an energetic push of her own. She arched her back, and Gabe leaned in further, pulling a nipple in his mouth. He tugged on it with his lips, abraded it with his teeth and adored it until it was turgid and swollen before turning his attention to the other breast. Not once did he let up on the impetus of his thrusts. Not once did she let him.

Still, Connor sat beside him, an overriding presence in their lovemaking.

“Not enough for her,”
a voice whispered in his head.

“
Yes I am
,” he roared back in silence and dipped his hand between his body and Tina’s. He found her clit and massaged with a feather-light touch.

Tina cried out.

He tormented her nipples with gentle nips and wet licks, drove into her over and over and played with her engorged nub.

When he raised his head, Tina’s eyes were closed, her breath coming in uneven huffs and her nipples red and wet from his assault.

“On the count of three, T,” he said in a commanding voice.

“One.” He thrust and massaged and watched her mouth drop open.

“Two.” Another thrust, a strategic stroke of his middle finger, and blood suffused her chest, turning it crimson.

“Three!”

She broke around him, her pussy tightening like a vise, clenching and unclenching as her upper body shot up and slammed into his. She screamed as she threw her arms around his neck and held on for dear life as the orgasm wracked through her.

The urge to come with her was powerful. Powerful enough that every muscle in his body bunched. But the knowledge that she wanted Connor there too was enough to ward off the impetus.

Not yet, he thought. Not until Tina knew for sure that Gabe was the only the man she needed.

With his dick still clenched in her pussy and his hand caught between their hips, he pressed down on her clit and drew tiny circles around it, sending her into another round of spasms.

“
Gaaaaaabe
,” she yelled.

“We’re not finished yet.”

“M…more?” she gasped.

“Much, much more,” he promised and slid out of her. In fluid movements, he turned her around and had her crouch on the bed with her head touching the mattress. He nudged her legs apart to once again kneel between them, crooked his arm under her hips, pulling her butt up, and shoved a pillow beneath her. Then he took a minute to survey his handiwork.

In this position she lay exposed to his greedy gaze. The rounded curves of her ass trembled as small aftershocks shook her body. Her pussy was pink and swollen and shiny with her juices. Gabe leaned in and licked her from her slit to her ass, relishing her taste.

She muttered nonsensically into the sheets.

“Brace yourself, T,” he whispered as he took a tube of lubricant and squished a large dollop onto his fingers. The cold glop would come as a shock after the heated assault from his tongue.

Tina jumped as he massaged the lube around her pussy, playing with her folds. She jumped again as he traced the line between her ass cheeks, finding her anus and kneading it with lube.

When he sensed her complete surrender, he dipped one finger into her pussy and one into her ass and nearly passed out when she raised her hips to encourage deeper penetration. He added a finger to each hole, and she ground down against them.

Fuck, was it any wonder he loved the woman? She was so responsive, so open to making love, to experimenting, to…to…well, fuck it, to him.

He didn’t need Connor to give her the ultimate satisfaction, and goddamn it, neither did she.

Gently he scissored the two fingers in her ass, stretching her, making room for more. When she twisted, showing her readiness, he withdrew his hand and picked up the vibe. Still massaging her pussy, he rubbed the toy over the crease of her butt, bathing it in the lube and her juices.

She stopped breathing as he positioned it at her anus and pushed against the ring of muscle. Inch by inch, he pressed, giving her time to adapt to the width of the vibe, until it was lodged deep inside her.

“T?” he whispered.

She shivered in response.

“Get up onto your knees. Keep your elbows on the bed.”
And Christ, hurry
.

Slowly, languidly, she pushed herself up.

Again Gabe was forced to close his eyes and count to twenty. The vision of her puffy pussy and her toy-stuffed ass sent his blood pressure rocketing.

He opened his eyes to find Tina looking over her shoulder at him. The sultry look on her face pushed his blood pressure higher, but it was the silent request she mouthed that just about killed him.

“Do it now. Fuck me.”

Gabe took a long moment to torment her, using the vibe in her ass to fulfill her request. As he pumped it in and out, he leaned forward and placed a finger below her belly, seeking her clit. When he found it, he traced lazy circles around the engorged bud, timing the circles with the pumps.

Again Tina muttered incoherently into the bed.

Gabe turned the vibe onto the lowest setting, careful not to hurt her.

She broke, convulsing on the toy, her ass clenching over and over.

He took the opportunity to ease the ache in his dick, slipping it into her slick pussy and driving it in to the hilt.

Oh shit. He had a minute, tops. No way he was going to last longer than that. God she was tight. Her channel was hot and snug, clamping around his dick, holding him, pulling him in.

“Ga…aa…aaabe!” she yelled. “Yes. Oh, God, yes!”

Not even a minute.

He pulled out and drove back into her, only to be shocked down to his toes when the gentle buzz of the vibrator hummed through the thin layer of skin separating it from his dick. Oh fuck. He could feel it. It drove him insane. Demented. Jesus, he had to come. Had to…come. Had to…

Again and he again he withdrew and drove back into her, each plunge sending him closer over the edge.

Tina slammed back to meet every thrust, crying out his name, mixing it with God’s.

Pressure built, higher, higher, all-consuming, until he could hold on no longer. Tina’s wild contractions sent him over. The compulsive clenching of her pussy muscles, pulling at him, tormenting him, brought on his orgasm. With a loud roar he came, spraying over and over again inside her. Luckily voluntary movement was beyond him, because he had a sudden animalistic impulse to tear off the condom and shoot unprotected into her pussy, marking her, staking his claim.

The orgasm kept on and on, yanking rope after rope of come from his balls. Only when Tina collapsed beneath him, still shuddering, did the final pressure of his release end. He jerked as one last shot of semen emptied him.

Moments later, he withdrew from her. Each inch of the extraction was as sensitive as hell. When he removed the vibrator. Tina moaned and sighed.

He tossed the used condom in the bin, set the vibe on the bedside table and collapsed beside her.

No good. She wasn’t close enough. He pulled her nearer and wrapped his arms around her. She tucked herself into his chest and gave a soft, contented sigh.

His breath came out ragged and his heart raced. “I love you,” he whispered as he ran a hand through her silky hair.

Tina’s only response was a soft snore.

Chapter Seven

She stared at him in morbid fascination. “You want me to wear that?”

His brown eyes shone with lust. “Uh huh.”

“To the restaurant?”

He nodded in affirmation and held his hand out.

She swallowed but took his gift, holding it in her palm. With a soft buzz it whirred to life, vibrating against her skin, tickling her.

Gabe grinned. “Remote control.”

Her pussy clenched—in response to both the toy and his smile. She raised an eyebrow. “And who gets to hold the remote while we’re at dinner?”

He winked. “I do.”

That was all the information she needed. She spun around and headed to the bathroom, emerging minutes later feeling decadent and naughty. Pressed against her clit and held in place with thong-like straps was a tiny butterfly.

Gabe’s surprise return visit seven weeks ago had turned into a regular Sunday-night event. At some point, the Sunday visits stretched out to incorporate Wednesday evenings as well. And then, interestingly enough, Friday nights too. They didn’t always go out. Sometimes they just stayed in and watched TV or chatted or pashed on the couch.

It had been seven weeks of wondrous lovemaking and enchanting reawakenings. She hadn’t had sex like this in four long years. Not since her last encounter with Gabe. Or, to be more specific, with Gabe and Connor.

“Are you wearing it?” Gabe asked now, his voice devilish and sexy.

“Yes.”

“How does it feel?”

She thought about it for a second, imagined the purple vibe pressed against her clit, and said in all innocence, “Soft. Comfortable. Cozy.”

He growled and shoved his hand in his pocket.

Tina jumped.

“How about now?”

The butterfly vibrated with a soft, stimulating buzz. Not hard enough to make her come, but strong enough to shock her into a heady state of arousal. Moisture pooled between her legs, and her heart beat a little faster. She closed her eyes and sighed with pleasure.

“How does it feel now, T?” Gabe asked again.

She turned her head towards the sound of his voice and searched for his mouth. She found his lips and treated herself to a long, dreamy kiss. “It makes me feel like spending the evening at home,” she whispered on a sigh.

Gabe pulled away and dipped his hand back into his pocket. The soft humming ceased. He smiled at her, his eyes dancing with mischief. “Not a chance. You and I are going to dinner.”

Tina spent said dinner in a state of persistent excitement. While Gabe gave the impression this was just another evening out, she knew from his dark eyes and high color he was as aware of the butterfly as she was. He turned the damn thing on at strategic and inappropriate moments. As the maitre d’ showed them to their table, he dipped his hand in his pocket. She almost tripped as sensation flooded her pussy. It was off by the time they were seated. When the waiter came to take their order the toy began to buzz again. Tina requested her food in a high-pitched voice, and Gabe partook in a longer-than-normal discussion about the merits of red wine versus white with the waiter.

This wasn’t the first time Gabe had suggested she wear a toy out. Last Friday evening he’d searched her drawer and found a small butt plug. She’d sat through two hours in a movie with the damn thing wedged inside her. Gabe had not looked at the screen. He’d spent the entire time watching her squirm, a wicked smirk playing on his mouth. Her front door was closed maybe a minute after returning home before she was naked and on the carpet. Gabe made love to her with the toy still inserted in her ass. She came three times before he lost control.

Tina rested her elbows on the table and her chin in her hands as Gabe chatted to the waiter. She closed her eyes, relishing the tantalizing secret they shared. In the noise of the restaurant she couldn’t hear the butterfly at work, although its effects were clear.

The toy shut down.

“The waiter’s gone,” Gabe said in a low voice.

She wrinkled her nose. “Pity.”

He responded with a deep chuckle.

“Mmmm,” she murmured. “If the butterfly was a little wetter and a little warmer, I could pretend it was your tongue.”

The soft humming started up again. “If it were my tongue,” Gabe murmured back, “you’d be convulsing in your seat.”

She ground her butt on the chair, trying to increase the pressure of the toy against her pussy. “I’m almost there.”

The vibrations stopped. She growled her discontent. He winked.

They started up again when she took her first bite of food.

“I thought the salmon would taste better like this,” Gabe told her.

“It might,” she answered. “But when you tease me like that I’m not even aware of what’s in my mouth.”

Gabe watched her with a satisfied smile. His gaze was warm, his posture relaxed. They spoke the whole way through their meal. They discussed the exhibition, which would open next Sunday night, and Tina’s anxiety about it. By the time they’d exhausted the subject, Tina felt less apprehensive, in part because Gabe had promised to hold her hand the entire time—if she needed him to.

They chatted a little about their food, a little about Tina’s sodden underwear, and a lot about the everyday events that had taken place since the last time they’d talked on the phone, which was less than twenty-four hours ago. Gabe had taken to calling her last thing at night, every night. She relished the calls, looked forward to discussing her day with him and savored his daily updates.

As they waited for their coffees to arrive, Gabe clicked the switch to on once again, and she sank back in her chair with a breathless sigh. Damn, it felt good—tiny streaks of pleasure flying through her nerves. She was happy. As happy as she’d been four years ago with Gabe and Connor. Maybe even happier, she admitted as desire trickled through her.

“What are you thinking?” Gabe interrupted her reverie.

She answered without hesitation. “How right tonight feels. How good it is to be with you.”

The buzzing stopped. He leaned forward, his gaze intense. “I’m thinking the same thing.”

Her body was on fire, the gentle stimulation of the toy and the enticing company of the giant opposite her arousing her to new heights. She almost hoped he didn’t turn the butterfly on again. She wasn’t sure she could resist temptation much longer. The continual teasing had driven her past common sense. She wanted to make love to Gabe. Now. Before she came without him.

Her breasts tightened, the nipples pulling into hard beads. “It’s time to leave,” she said. “Let’s ditch the coffee. I have a sudden urge to be alone with you.” To share her happiness and end this perfect evening with a perfect climax. Together. Just the two of them. “What do you—”

“Shit.” He cut her off with the sharp oath. “Connor!”

“Um, huh?” Nope, Connor had not featured in her musings at all. In fact he hadn’t featured in her thoughts for a very long time.

Gabe stood, all signs of his contentment evaporating.

“Connor,” he said again and this time followed the name up with, “Maddie.”

It was only when a couple approached the table that Tina realized he was greeting them.

Oh, dear God.

Her hand began to shake. Blood drained from her face. Connor was here.
Connor
. The other half of Gabe and Connor.

She struggled to catch her breath as she looked up at the face of the man she’d loved so dearly. The man she’d loved as much as Gabe. He was still every bit as beautiful as he had been back then. His blond hair brushed over his neck and collar, while his chiseled features were offset by his unshaven beard and moustache. Lord, oh Lord, he looked good enough to eat.

Connor clapped Gabe on the back then turned his attention to her as Gabe gave Maddie a hug.

“T.” Connor looked at her with his usual dazzling smile. “Nice to see you.” He walked round the table, leaned forward and kissed her cheek.

The instant his lips touched her skin Tina jumped. She gawked at Gabe, horrified, as the soft, insistent buzz started up again.

Gabe stared back at her, expressionless.

The silent interchange lasted no more than a few seconds, but it left Tina both unsettled and horny. She blinked and turned back to Connor. “Hey, C,” she said and wished her voice sounded at least halfway normal.

“How are you doing, beautiful?” Connor asked, the use of the endearment as casual as the use of her nickname.

She nodded foolishly, hyperaware of the soft hum of the butterfly. “I’m good. You?” Good? She was stunned stupid. Gabe was here, Connor was here—with his girlfriend—and there was a butterfly vibrator flapping against her clit.

“I’m good too. Better than good.” He held out his hand, and the other woman took it in hers. She was a voluptuous beauty. “T, this is Maddie. Maddie, this is Tina.”

Maddie’s smile was warm. “It’s nice to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Tina’s eyes widened. “You have?”

Maddie nodded. “Gabe speaks about you often.” Then she added with a twinkle in her eye. “Only positive things.”

Tina looked in his direction and was met with the same disconcerting blank stare as before. She eyed him in despair, begging him in silence to switch the damn toy off.

It buzzed on.

“I’ve heard good things about you too.” She turned back to Maddie. “I believe you’re the one who tamed Connor.” Oh, God, this was hell. It was bad enough seeing Connor again. But did she have to meet his lover at the same time? And did Gabe have to play with her pussy while everything else was going on around her?

Maddie looked at Connor. Connor looked at Maddie. They smiled at each other. “I do my best,” Maddie said.

“We’ve just ordered coffee,” Gabe said. The muscles in his jaw seemed tense, as if they were locked in place. “Why not join us?”

What?
Was the man out of his mind? Hard as she tried she could not think of a more uncomfortable situation. Already the tension was unbearable.

“What do you think?” Connor asked Maddie.

“Sure,” she agreed.

Wonderful
.
Maybe we can discuss the merits of group sex. Or perhaps Maddie and I can debate which of the two men had a bigger dick, Gabe or Connor.
If anyone was in a position to argue the point, it was Maddie.

Tina cringed in her seat and then wished she hadn’t. The movement forced her clit closer to the vibe, causing all sorts of reactions in her pussy.

She tossed a beseeching look at Gabe and almost did a double take. He stared back at her with eyes as bleak as a cloudy winter night.

“What is it?” she mouthed.

And that quickly his expression was blank again, the emptiness in his face as solid as a brick wall between them. He made no attempt to answer her.

She blinked, stunned by the silent interchange.

Tina forced herself to make polite conversation with Maddie and Connor, although all she really wanted to do was haul Gabe into a quiet corner and find out what the hell was wrong with him.

“Did you get the invitation to my exhibition?” she asked Connor.

“I did.” He nodded.

“We’re looking forward to it,” Maddie said.

She’d felt obliged to invite them. It was only fair, seeing as Connor featured in a few of the sketches she, Valerie and Gabe had chosen to display. “You’re coming?” she asked, surprised, and then regretted the choice of word as the butterfly fluttered on. If she wasn’t mistaken, the vibrations were a little stronger than before. She scowled at Gabe. Last thing on earth she needed was to have a blinding orgasm at the table.

“Of course we are.” Connor smiled. “We wouldn’t miss it.”

“That’s nice to hear.” God, her voice sounded all squeaky. She took a sip of coffee and cleared her throat. “You might see a familiar face or two in some of the sketches,” she warned.

“Mine?” Connor asked with a grin.

“And Gabe’s,” Tina supplied, determined to ignore the tantalizing hum beneath the tablecloth.

“Cool. Maybe I can buy one of the sketches of me for Maddie.”

Yep. Sure. That’s exactly what Maddie would want on her wall. A drawing of her lover—sketched by his ex-lover. The woman was destined to love it.

Not.

Tina wracked her brain for something to say after that, but damn it, conversation was almost impossible. Sweet pulses of pleasure were shooting through her, Gabe sat opposite her, staring, his expression switching from bleak to empty—until he looked at Connor or Maddie. Then he was all smiles and good conversation.

Connor sat beside her as if nothing was wrong. As if her world wasn’t turned upside down and inside out by the whole disconcerting scenario. And his girlfriend sat discussing where she might hang the sketch.

Argh.

“I’ve heard you’re moving back to Sydney,” she said to Connor as she thanked God she’d remembered how to make small talk.

“Moved,” he clarified. “Yesterday.”

“Well, welcome home.” She tried to smile, but it felt forced and unnatural. “Have you found a place to live?”

Oh, sweet Lord, the persistent vibrations were making her even wetter.

“He has. He’s staying with me,” Maddie said, and Connor reached across the table to clasp her hand in his.

Tina’s heart lurched. Connor was in love, no question about it. He was as smitten with Maddie as she was with him.

Gabe said nothing.

Before Gabe’s silence and the awkwardness of the situation overwhelmed her, she drained her coffee and stood. “I’m off to the ladies’ room.” She excused herself and beat a hasty retreat to the back of the restaurant.

If she’d expected Gabe to turn off the butterfly as she walked away, she was disappointed. The toy whirred away as she waited for the occupied bathroom to open. It seemed to last an eternity, but finally the room was free, and Tina rushed in. She was about to close the door when someone forced it open again. Gabe crowded into the small room behind her and locked them in.

“What are you doing?” she asked him, knowing she shouldn’t be surprised by anything he did anymore.

Gabe didn’t answer. His eyes were dark, his face closed.

God, he looked so miserable. “Are you okay? What’s the matter?” What had happened to the smiling, laughing, charming Gabe? Where had he gone?