When he starts to move, it’s slow at first, each thrust deep and measured. My body arches into him, my hands clutching at his shoulders as I moan his name, the sound echoing in the small room. His lips find mine again, swallowing my cries as he thrusts deeper, his pace quickening.
“God, Ray,” he growls, his voice wrecked.
He adjusts his angle, and suddenly he’s hitting that perfect spot inside me with every thrust. Pleasure crashes over me in waves, my body trembling beneath him as he moves faster, harder. His hand slides between us, wrapping around my cock, stroking me in time with his thrusts. I cry out, my hips bucking helplessly into his touch as the pressure builds, each movement pushing me closer to the edge.
His grip tightens, his strokes perfectly in sync with the relentless rhythm of his hips. He pounds into me harder, the intensity stealing my breath until the pleasure is so overwhelming I can’t hold on any longer.
When I finally come, it’s with a cry that feels ripped from my soul, my release spilling between us as my body convulses beneath him. Gabrielle follows seconds later, groaning my name as his climax overtakes him, his body shuddering against mine as he spills inside me.
He collapses onto me, his weight grounding me as we both struggle to catch our breath. For a long moment, neither of us speaks, the room filled only with the sound of our labored breathing and the faint hum of the hospital beyond the door.
Finally, Gabrielle presses a soft kiss to my temple, his fingers brushing through my hair. “Merry Christmas,” he says, his voice full of warmth.
I laugh, closing my eyes as I bask in the warmth of his body, feeling like I’m exactly where I’m meant to be. “Merry Christmas.”
***
The day after Christmas, Gabrielle and I both have a rare day off. We spend it at his apartment, where he insists on making a proper—if belated—Christmas dinner. And, because I somehow always find a way to make things awkward for everybody, I’ve invited Cat to join me and my new boyfriend for dinner.
While we wait for her to arrive, I sit at the kitchen island, sipping wine as Gabrielle checks on the glazed ham in the oven. The smells wafting through the kitchen are nothing short of heavenly, and my stomach grumbles in anticipation.
“I still can’t believe Cat called my eyebrows gay,” Gabrielle says, glancing over his shoulder with a raised brow.
I cringe, the memory of my post-coital confession flashing through my mind. Why, of all things, did I have to blurt that out? Now, I’m fairly certain Gabrielle is going to bring it up the moment Cat walks through the door.
“To be fair,” I say carefully, “when you approached her at the party, she did backtrack and say you’re definitely not gay.”
Gabrielle straightens up from the oven, closing it with a soft click before turning to face me. “Actually, when I went to talk to her that night, it wasn’t really about her.”
“What?” I blink at him, wineglass paused halfway to my mouth.
He grins, wiping his hands on a dish towel as he walks over to the stool beside me. “I was trying to ask her about you. I wanted to know if you were seeing anyone.”
I quirk an eyebrow. “You’re kidding.”
“Nope.” He sits down, his grin widening. “But then you showed up, and I completely lost my nerve.”
“So when she told me you said you were waiting for her…”
“I was waiting to talk about you,” he finishes, leaning in to put a soft kiss on my lips. “I didn’t plan to act on it or anything—I just wanted to know.”
I let out an incredulous laugh, setting my glass down before it spills. “We’re both idiots.”
“Maybe,” he says, his smile softening as his eyes meet mine. “But we got here eventually.”
I reach for him, pulling him down into another kiss, this one longer, deeper. When we finally pull apart, I rest my forehead against his, my lips finding his as I whisper, “We should probably thank those mystery shots.”
Gabrielle laughs, the sound rich and warm, filling the space between us. “Definitely. I need to know what was in them.”
I chuckle, leaning back just enough to look into his eyes. “Me too. I actually had this whole conspiracy theory about them…”
THE END
