Romance: Gibson's Legacy ( New Adult Contemporary Erotic Romance) (Last Score Book 1) (25 page)

Looking extremely disheartened and suddenly weary, he turned and threw over his shoulder, “Do what you want, I’m getting my head down, I’ve had enough of being polite and having everything I do and say analyzed by you for one day.”

Gibson began striding along the sidewalk away from me, and I realized he was hurt. Setting off after him, I was about four paces behind him; half-walking, half running trying to keep up with him. Still a little unfocused and heady from the wine, my reactions were slower than usual.

Reaching the beach, I saw the first of Gibson’s ‘bag contents.’ A small, but powerful torch lit our way over to a secluded rock formation. Gibson pulled out the sun shelter and popped it up, then lay the blanket down inside. Tying the torch to one of the straps, he then had his hands free to delve into the backpack.

Incredible really, what was inside of it, all vacuum packed to save space, the t-shirt and cap were minute in the packaging. Everything else had been packed with precision. Taking the wine out, Gibson kicked off his shoes and sat barefooted on the blanket. Standing helpless and awkward at the edge of the sun shelter, I waited for him to speak.

“Come here, sit,” he commanded, patting the blanket beside him. I was too tired to argue any further, so I did. Gibson handed me a plastic beaker and poured red wine into it. “Drink it. It will help you sleep. We’ll be fine here. It’s a warm night and the soft sand here tells me the tide will come nowhere near us.”

Feeling altogether too close to Gibson, I sipped at the wine a little too quickly and before I knew it, I had drained the beaker. Gibson finished the bottle by emptying the rest of the wine equally, then reached up and turned off the torch.

We weren’t fortunate enough to have a full moon, but what we did have was an amazing view of the stars. Gibson lay down on one side, perched on his elbow facing me. I could make out his outline in the dark but little else. “I remember you, Chloe.”

I had just closed my eyes for a second and for some reason thought I might have dreamed that Gibson had said that. Either that or that he said something else, and I heard what I wanted to hear. When I recapped and convinced myself he had, I wondered if he thought he had slept with me previously and I was angry about that.

“You didn’t hook up with me when I was at college, Gibson, you can relax.” I sat up long enough to drain the wine from my glass and lay down again. My nerves were becoming an issue in the dark beside him and I sounded bitter.

Gibson snickered, then reached out and stroked down my forearm. “I know, I would definitely have remembered if I had. Are you going to sit at a ninety degree angle all night or are you going to lie down beside me?”

How many women had dreamed Gibson Barclay would ask them that? Not sure if it was the wine or my inner conscience tempting me, or if I wanted that one fantasy night with him, but whatever it was, I lay down flat on my back beside him.

As soon as I did, Gibson shuffled his body nearer to mine. Feeling his hot breath on my neck and the smell of the red wine on his breath gave me feelings that had my body buzzing with excitement.

Between the effects of the wine, his presence, his touch and my lack of vision in the dark, lying there next to him like that was highly intoxicating.

“Are you drunk enough to kiss me Chloe?” Gibson’s seductive tone whispered close to my ear, sending shivers down my spine and a rash of goose bumps across my whole body, putting my hormones on full alert.

Honestly? I was absolutely desperate to kiss him. Half of me couldn’t believe I was there with him and half hadn’t wanted to be for fear of doing something with him I knew I’d regret later.

Gibson’s hand reached out in the dark and he stroked my hair. “Chloe this isn’t the wine that’s making me react to you like this.” Warned by observing many of my friends in similar situations previously, when a guy had been drinking and said that, I would have hazarded a guess it was the wine.

“You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.” And there he was spinning me a line. Thinking what he really had meant was, suddenly I was the flavor of the month; in the absence of any other females on the beach in Carmel-by-the-sea, at what must have been two in the morning by that time.

Determined not to be intimidated by that, I felt as if I may as well go into this with my eyes open and not be fooled by his charming ways, but I had still shocked myself when I closed the space between us and kissed him tentatively on his closed mouth.

It was supposed to be a peck on the lips and nothing more, but within a couple of seconds, Gibson responded and had pinned me to the blanket by the wrists with my hands above my head.

With the swiftness of his action and his face inches from mine, my heart had leapt from an excited beat to beats that thudded wildly in my chest, making my body tremble at the effect. He had aroused me instantly with the possessive hold he had on me. My reaction was more intense than any foreplay Kace and I had ever had. I felt a stirring, a need deep inside me and some pretty strong, passionate feelings which were threatening to rise to the surface.

Gibson’s upper body was across mine and he was taking his weight on his elbows, but his presence was all around me and it felt powerful and assertive.

“Thank you. You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you to do that. Now that you’ve plucked up the courage to kiss me, Chloe, I’m going to kiss you back.”

CHAPTER 24 – COMPASSION

Chloe

Words hung in the air between us that stopped my heart beating. Catching my breath, I gasped for air. Gibson thought he was leaning too heavily on me and adjusted himself slightly. One hand left my wrist, and he moved it towards his other hand where he then took both of my wrists in one hand still above my head.

“Am I turning you on, Chloe? I think you like it when I pin you down. When I take charge. Do you want to know what else I can do that you will like?”

My first thought had been, HELL, YES! My second, Fuck, no. My third, what magic trick did he have up his sleeve? The girls I had always seen him with seemed to be doing things to him. Apart from when he was sticking it to them that is.

“Be brave, Chloe. Tell me what you like. What turns you on?” Staring up at the black silhouette, his outline was visible but devoid of any visible features. I briefly thought he could be anyone. Then smirked in the dark because I thought there was no one I knew like Gibson, so even in the dark, he became visible, even if it was only in my mind’s eye.

Swallowing hard and noisily I then sighed deeply. Overcome in the moment, my voice was barely a whisper. “What do you want to do?”

Without another word, Gibson’s freehand wrapped gently around my neck, sending shockwaves of electricity straight to my core as his mouth claimed mine, his hot tongue poking passionately through my lips, demanding entry.

Dancing tongues, soft moans, and wanton sighs passed between us. Gibson’s kiss was everything I knew it would be and more. Tingling feelings left my scalp crawling in reaction to his mouth on mine. His piercing clicked now and then against my teeth. I liked that.

Trailing his hand down my neck, over my breast and down my side, his hand cupped my ass as he turned my body in toward his. Sparks of electricity burst like bubbles over each erogenous zone he hit with his expert touch. All the time he had been stroking me I could feel him handle me with care, but his hold was possessive.

Pressing his palm against my butt, he pushed me further into him and I could feel how hard he was for me. Feeling his arousal had made me feel both elated and confused. Gibson Barclay didn’t just kiss someone. This was a preamble to a much more energetic activity for him. Was I a willing participant or was I being manipulated? None of this made any sense to me.

“Every sexual fantasy I’ve ever thought of, everything I’ve ever done, everything I’ve yet to do. You have no idea how much I want you, Chloe.” Gibson’s voice was a raspy, low murmur. From the fly of his jeans, it was evident how much he wanted me so I did have an idea about that. Well, that he wanted to get laid anyway.

Gibson released my hands and rolled on his back, pulling me on top of him. There was no mistaking just how hard he was. I could feel the outline of his dick as he adjusted me comfortably over his hips. We were perfectly lined up, my pussy and his erect dick. Both hands were now on my ass pulling me tightly into his groin, his hips undulating in suggestion of what he needed to do next.

Growling, he began tracing my neck with his flat tongue, his piercing adding to the excitement of the sensations he was evoking in me. Expertly positioning me, he parted my legs and lifted his knees, putting his feet flat and suddenly I was completely astride him.

Pulling back, I tried to sit up and as I did, his hands slid from my hips up my rib cage, his thumbs pushing my bra above my breasts. Again his hot tongue followed, leaving a rash of goose flesh, and lighting a trail of fire which followed his mouth, until his hand cupped my breast and his mouth claimed it.

Gibson wasn’t gentle with me but not rough either, when he sucked my breast it was deep and kind of possessive. His constant sucking rhythm and the sudden pleasured pain sensation had my pussy clenching almost in time with his mouth, The ball of his tongue piercing adding to the mixture of feelings I had.

Tracing his hands down my belly again, his hands connected with my hips and he thrust his pelvis at me, rolling me over his erection. He felt huge and the way he moved his hips and rocked me on him hinted at how powerful a lover he would be.

Gibson’s hand slid over my ass and in between my legs from behind, his hand making a sawing motion as he rubbed my pussy. Part of me wished my jeans weren’t there.

Instinctively, my hips rocked on his hand and in response a soft moan escaped from my throat. He was driving me crazy with want. Pulling me down across his body, He rolled me till he leaned over me again.

“Fuck. Chloe, these feelings are insane. You have no idea what you do to me.” I did, if the feeling pressing into my pubic bone was anything to go by. Then again, I remembered all the girls seemed to be able to achieve that with him.

Tremors of anticipation made me crazy with lust. Part of me was glad he couldn’t see me clearly, because the shameful thoughts that were running through my mind about what I wanted him to do, would have crippled my senses if I had to face him.

Gibson was nibbling at my neck, drawing the tip of his tongue down the curve, his hands weaving through my hair then down across my breasts.

I heard myself ask, “Tell me what I do to you.” I figured if it was really me he was thinking about and not just being inside a girl, he’d be able to answer that.

Still writhing around, hands all over me, licking and sucking gently on my neck he murmured, “Can’t you feel it? Can’t you understand this connection between us? Chloe, I can’t explain it, you just totally do it for me.”

The stark reality of that statement for me was that he could have said that to a hundred girls before and every last one of them would have believed it, because that’s what they needed to hear. Just like I needed to hear him say it. So I pushed for more.

“Do it? Gibson what exactly is ‘it’” Taking my head between the palms of his hands, his forearms close to my head, he bent forward until his mouth was a hairsbreadth from my face. When he started to speak I could actually feel the words leaving his mouth and fanning my face at the same time as I heard them.

“No one has ever made me feel what I feel for you. Of all the girls I’ve met, all the girls I’ve fucked, all the girls that have been around me, no one has the effect you have on me. I mean it, Chloe. This isn’t me, trying to get laid. I told you, I’m not fucking you. If I ever get the chance with you, our first time isn’t going to be a half drunken grope in a sun shelter on a beach after a dinner in a restaurant called fucking… Casanova that I didn’t choose.”

Placing his hands either side of my body, Gibson straightened his legs and pushed himself to stand. Sighing heavily, I watched as his silhouette stretched, his elbows coming up as if he was running his hands through his hair.

“Don’t freak out, okay? I need to tell you something and when I do, promise me you’ll hear me out. Okay?”

The whole crazy experience seemed to be going from one extreme to another and I sat thinking, what the hell would he have to tell me that had anything to do with me?

“Can you just tell me you’ll listen and not judge me straight off the bat?” Sitting up, I hugged my chest to my knees and nodded, then realized when he said nothing that he probably hadn’t seen it in the dark.

“Okay.”

Gibson dropped down to his knees in front of me and although we could only make out the outline of each other, we were face to face.

“I’m your wrong number, Chloe.” Confused, I thought he was telling me he wasn’t right for me, and although he liked me I shouldn’t get involved. I was waiting for more until he eventually said, “For Christ’s sake, say something.”

“Gibson, I know you aren’t really interested, you don’t need to let me down gently.” As I said it, I realized when he said ‘wrong number’ something had clicked with his voice in my mind, he sounded like Paul when he said it, but he didn’t know Paul, so that wouldn’t have anything to do with him.

“Chloe, I’m Paul.” Closing my eyes, I was overwhelmed and my brain wouldn’t compute how Gibson Barclay and Paul could actually be the same person? And, how the hell I was in the situation where I’d had phone sex with him and then won a competition to see him in concert.

Racking my brain, I tried to think if Ruby had somehow told one of the band members about my wrong number sounding like Gibson and they passed the information forward to him.

“Okay. I need to explain a few things. It was me who called your phone. I’m wrong number guy, Paul. My full name is Gibson Lesley Paul Barclay. No way will I ever call myself Lesley, it was my dad’s name–Lesley Paul Barclay, but I’m actually named after an amazing guitar. Orville Gibson was a genius guitar maker. My dad played in a band and saved his pay checks until he could own a second hand one.