Never Enough (38 page)
Adrian didn’t have to ask who “they” were. He knew Miles meant Tina and his grandmother. Since Adrian knew Gillian never would have spoken ill of either of them in Miles’s presence, he had to have picked it up on his own. Which made Adrian proud and a little sad.
“Making sound decisions is a good quality, kid. It’s her job, you know, to make well-thought-out choices that are best for you.” Todd said this idly, but Adrian knew it had come from his heart and he knew Todd’s words would help Miles too.
“I know.”
The gondola doors opened and they shuffled back out into the cold to grab that one last run before they went back to the house.
When she walked into the living room where Erin lay on the floor, Marti sitting at her left and Alexander on her right, building a block tower, Gillian found herself filled with love for Adrian and his family.
“Joo!”
Which is what Alexander called her.
“Hello there, little man.” She walked in and moved to sit with them. “They went on one last run and they’ll be back,” Gillian told Erin as Alexander patted her knee with his pudgy little fist.
“Yo, Joo.”
“Yo, Alexander. And how has your morning been?”
He pointed to the blocks.
“What a fine builder you are. Show me more?”
He nodded enthusiastically and moved back to the blocks.
Ella walked in with Cope. “Hey, Gillian. I just made some hot chocolate, would you like some?”
“That would be lovely, thank you.”
Gillian picked up Martine and situated her in her lap. She’d put her down when it came time to drink the cocoa, but for the moment, she sucked up all the baby goodness.
“And what are you up to today? Still working on the crawling thing? It’s important to keep up with Alexander, I know.”
Martine clapped hands and bounced a bit, swinging out her chubby little sock-covered feet.
Ben came in and Alexander hooted to get his attention, as if it was ever very far from the baby. From everything Gillian had witnessed, Ben and Todd doted on their son as much as Erin did.
“Hey, Gillian.”
Ben Copeland was unbelievably handsome. And utterly in love with Erin and their son. They made the kind of family few others could manage, and yet they made it look easy, which Gillian knew it couldn’t be.
“Ben, I’m supposed to tell you that Todd beat your time record and you are expected to bow down and give your obeisance.”
Ben snorted. “Yeah right. When we get our turn this afternoon we’ll see who will be bowing down.”
She hadn’t breathed a word to anyone, but she’d seen Ben and Todd making out just the day before. Outside, both men in big coats as they moved wood for the fireplaces. She’d been in the bedroom and heard the sound, moving to the windows to see what was out there and she’d seen them.
And she’d never forget it.
Hot. Hot. Hot. Mouth to mouth. She’d stood there, stunned and breathless, as Todd had grabbed Ben by the hair and shoved him back against a tree, never breaking the kiss once.
Erin was a fortunate woman to be able to see that every day. Of that Gillian was sure.
“Did you hear that? Daddy and Pop are going to have a contest of manliness. Aren’t they silly?” Erin got nose to nose with Alexander, who laughed.
“Pop? Pop?” He looked around, looking for Todd.
“He’s snowboarding, monkey. He’ll be back in a bit with Uncle Brody and Uncle Adrian too.”
“Boo?”
Gillian laughed. “Yes, Miles too.”
“Nee?”
“Yes, baby. Rennie, her mommy and daddy. Adrian and Miles and Pop too.”
He looked at Erin, wearing a serious face she’d seen on Brody a few dozen times.
“Okay.”
Shortly after that, the rest of them came through the door, laughing and bustling with all that Brown energy. Miles’s cheeks were rosy with cold and excitement and Gillian shooed him off to go change out of his wet clothes. Rennie was full of news of the new run she’d conquered as Brody filled in the story with details of his own.
As Gillian stood there with Adrian, his arm around her waist as everyone chattered around them, she took refuge in his body. Snuggling into him.
He hummed, pulling her even closer. “Hey. You all right?”
“Mmm, yes, I am. You smell like winter.” He just made her feel better. Made her feel at home. She should be ashamed of how much she needed him, but she couldn’t be.
Once Erin, Ben, Ella and Cope had gone to the slopes, taking Miles with them and leaving her a little nervous, Adrian drew her upstairs to his bedroom.
“She’s a mother too. She’s going to be sure he’s safe. Ben promised to be with him the whole time and he’s a good teacher. Miles will have a great time.”
Of course Gillian knew this in her head, but her heart was another thing entirely.
“Let me take your mind off things.” He got that look and she allowed him to draw her closer.
“I should point out to you that this is your solution to every problem. But then you might think I had a problem with that and I do not.”
Laughing, he spun her and managed to get her sweater off in one deft movement.
“You’re so good at that.”
“All practice for you, English.”
With that, he dropped to his knees and yanked her pants and knickers down so she could get out of them. But instead of moving her anywhere else, he simply pressed his face to her pussy and breathed her in.
He banded an arm around her body, across her ass, and held her in place as she squirmed.
That’s when he opened his eyes and looked straight up her body and into her face. While she watched, utterly still, he used the tip of his tongue to slide between her labia and tickle her clit until the breath shot from her lips.
But she couldn’t tear her eyes from the sight.
He pulled his face back, his lips shiny with her. She swallowed, motionless and waiting for what he’d do.
“People downstairs. Babies sleeping all around. You’re going to have to be so quiet. Can you manage that?” His whispered words played against her already wet and swollen clit, his lips just barely not touching her body.
She nodded, not knowing if she could, knowing she had to. Knowing it really worked for both of them.
He motioned to the bed with a tip of his chin and she moved to it. The windows were open and it was still full day outside. But the glass was also smoked and he’d assured her no one could see in, a fact she could verify herself when they arrived and couldn’t see in any of the windows.
“On the edge. Spread those thighs for me,” he murmured, turning to kiss the inside of her knee and further rendering her to quivering jelly.
He pushed her thighs open even wider, leaving her totally exposed to his attention. At first the touches of his lips, his tongue and even his teeth were gentle and whisper light. But then he moved closer and changed his pace.
She sifted her fingers through his hair, tugging and urging him closer. He chuckled against her pussy and echoes of pleasure rippled through her.
His thumbs slid back and forth at the hollow of each hip, mesmerizing her.
Little flicks and licks and his tongue stabbed into her cunt, fucking into her body. She had to swallow her gasp, holding it in with the back of her hand pressed against her mouth.
This time she squeezed her eyes shut. It was too much to watch him devastate her with that mouth of his as he worshipped her cunt there on his knees. It was too much to watch the way he touched her with so much reverence and care, even with a rough dig of fingers, he didn’t harm.
Long licks, short licks, quick flicks of the tip of his tongue let her get complacent with his lovely pace. And that’s when he sucked. Oh. She nearly shouted, it felt so good. He sucked her clit in between his lips over and over. Her muscles labored and trembled. She bit into her bottom lip to keep from crying out though it was all she wanted to do.
Other than come, that is.
Orgasm seemed to roll her over and suck her under, pulling her in and holding tight as he continued. She had to yank on his hair and scoot back after the second, smaller aftershock climax.
He kissed her belly, and though her eyes were closed, she knew what he was up to even before she heard the crinkle of the condom wrapper.
“Open your eyes. I want you to see whose cock is in your pussy. I want you to see who’s giving you your pleasure.”
She obeyed, overcoming her lethargic muscles only to find him standing next to the bed, his cock in his hands as he’d lined it up, nudging against her gate. And then he was in her and they both sucked in air as if they were drowning.
The muscles in his neck held a tension she could see as she watched him. The late afternoon sun behind him framed him like a corona.
He was so beautiful. It wasn’t just the outside of him, it was the sum total of Adrian Brown that drove her to her knees. Humbled her. Inspired her.
Because he knew she watched, he held her thighs wide, the glorious muscles on his forearms corded, pulled taut. She watched his tattoos, the way they stretched.
“Touch yourself.” His whisper was harsh and low.
She took her time, knowing from his pace that he’d be there a while, and she had no problems simply enjoying the moments they had.
Licking her fingertips, she played across her nipples, delighting in the way his lips parted and he began to breathe a little harder.
She rolled and pinched them and he watched, eyes on her like a physical thing.
“Yes . . .”
“Yes . . .”
The clasp of her cunt around him when she played with her nipples nearly pushed him over. But he didn’t want to yet. He wanted to luxuriate in her. Enjoy her body this way. Take this time they’d stolen from the day and just be with one another.
Surreal. Beyond sexy to see her there so bold as she took her pleasure without any shame. No one else got to see this side of her. Damn, that undid him.
Her pussy tightened again as she slid her right hand down to where he thrust into her body over and over. She played around the base of his cock, getting him even wetter as she got herself lubed.
And then he heard the soft moan she made when her fingers found the clit he’d been licking only minutes before.
Tearing his gaze from her hand, up her belly, lingering on the jaunty bounce of her tits and up into her face, he caught sight of the way she bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out.
Hot damn, that was seriously sexy.
All the filthy things he wanted to say boiled up, but he had to swallow it back. Not that anyone would have cared if they heard. But Gillian would, and that was important.
She was lush and petite all at the same time. Gorgeous. Sexy. Smart. Funny and shy too. And he’d never met his match in bed until her. She’d ruined him for all others, and that was fine since he didn’t plan to have any others but her.
Her
unh
when she began to finger her clit in earnest was just a puff of air, and yet he heard it like she’d said it in his ear.
unh
when she began to finger her clit in earnest was just a puff of air, and yet he heard it like she’d said it in his ear.
That he had to fight to stay silent was foreplay in and of itself when he wanted to bend down and take a nipple in between his teeth and tug. He wanted to pull out and roll her over and fuck her from behind. He loved it that way. Loved being able to see the bounty of her body, loved the way her breasts looked as he thrust especially hard. Loved to control her by her hair.
“You’re thinking something very naughty,” she whispered with a smile.
“I sure am.”
She laughed, low and sultry. “Can’t wait.”
“Getting closer, English. Make yourself come.”
She licked her lips and his gaze let go of her face, looking down at where his cock disappeared into her body over and over, returning dark and slick from her cunt. Her hand was between her legs, fingers on her clit, squeezing lightly, and he nearly lost his mind, knowing how much she loved it when he did that to her.
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