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This was it. This was what it was supposed to be like, how you were supposed to feel. This was destiny.
Her hands found my hips, her fingertips digging in. “Don’t stop,” she begged.
Oh, I wouldn’t. She didn’t have to beg. I didn’t think I’d be able to stop even if my mom walked through the door. Now that I had Giselle, I had to have her, had to make her mine. In that moment, it didn’t even matter that she’d given herself to other guys, that she might even love them. None of that mattered.
We were alone here, so it was just Giselle and me—
And it was right as I was thinking that that the door to the bedroom swung open and a smug voice asked, “Not to interrupt your frantic love-making, but are you going to stay for dinner? I’ll need to make extra if you are.”
I froze with my cock nestled deep inside Giselle, and the look on my face must’ve been something, because Giselle burst out laughing. With each laugh, her inner core tightened around my length, and I struggled with myself not to moan as a result.
“Is he just standing there?” I asked in a low voice. When Giselle nodded, I whispered to her, “He can see my ass.”
Once she stopped chuckling, she whispered back, “I don’t think it’s your ass he’s staring at, Luca.”
“Yes,” Damian chimed in from the doorway. “I’d much rather see our girl in the throes of passion, but your ass does make a good door. Definitely ain’t no window.”
How could he sound so… so… normal about walking into something like this? I tossed a glance over my shoulder, seconds from asking him, but the look on his face told me enough. Not the slight amusement tugging at his lips, but the way his head leaned to the side so he could peer around me a bit, so he could see Giselle just a little bit better.
“Um….” I started. “Is you going to leave or—”
“I think he wants an answer for the whole dinner thing,” Giselle spoke, sounding absolutely normal, which I found insane, given the circumstance. You know, the fact that Damian had walked in on us and apparently refused to leave until he got an answer for his damned dinner question.
“I don’t care,” I threw out my answer as fast as I could, wishing he would leave so Giselle and I could resume and, to use his words, lose ourselves in the throes of our passion.
Damian tsk-tsked. “Which is it, pretty boy? Are you staying or leaving? I won’t decide for you, so—”
“Staying!” I called out. “I’ll stay. Okay?”
Damian clapped his hands. “Great. I’ll leave you two lovebirds to your, uh, union.” It was only because I tossed another glimpse at him over my shoulder that I saw him wink at us before he ducked out and shut the door behind him.
I was sluggish in bringing my gaze back to Giselle, and once I did, I found she was staring at me with a smile on her face. I opened my mouth, about to ask her just what the hell that was about, but no words came out. The only thing that came out of me was a laugh.
Giselle matched my laugh with her own, and before we knew it, we were entangled, laughing our asses off. Don’t ask me what was so funny about it; I wouldn’t be able to say. All I knew was that interruption had come so randomly.
Although, I supposed I should be grateful, because moments before Damian had unceremoniously busted into the room, I’d been about to lose it. Now I could go longer, spend more time lost inside Giselle.
And, obviously, you’d never catch me complaining about that.
Chapter Fourteen – Giselle
The next day I had Cade over. Shay was due to meet me at the house at three, and from there we’d go through the plan. I had to talk to Cade about it first, though; the plan itself hinged on Cade’s involvement.
Couldn’t be Ezekiel. He had the church and Rocco to take care of.
Couldn’t be Luca. As much as I’d grown to care for him, he didn’t have the figure or the low, dangerous voice.
Couldn’t be Zander, for obvious reasons.
And it also couldn’t be Damian, because he had enough to deal with. The Serpents, making sure everything on the outside was going according to plan.
So that left Cade, my dragon man. Superman, according to Damian. The tall, muscular man had the right height, the right figure. I couldn’t force him to agree, so if he didn’t want to partake in this plan, I’d have to come up with something else in a hurry.
It was the only way. The only way I could think to truly get Miguel off-guard.
Cade sat across from me at the table, his hands folded across each other, his green gaze nearly unblinking. His mouth had tugged into a thin line as I’d told him what the plan was, and I could see his doubt. He made no attempts to hide it.
It was only when I was finished telling him the plan that he sighed and ran a hand down the side of his face. “Giselle, are you sure this is the only way? This seems like an unnecessary risk.”
