Rush: Part One & Two (The Pitstop Series Book 3)

“Gabriel?” I whisper, but he doesn’t wake up. “Amour?” I say a little louder, and his eyes flutter open. I put my hands on his face, and he gives me a sleepy smile.

“You look so beautiful,” he tells me in French, and my heart skips a beat.

“Well, I did get ready so I could wake you, looking like the angel you think I am.” I laugh, and he does too. It feels wonderfully strange to speak in French with him.

“What time is it?” He sits up and slides his hand into my hair.

“It’s six-thirty! Ha! How does that feel?” I ask and give him a victorious smile.

He starts laughing and falls backward onto the bed, covering his face with both of his hands.

“Okay, I’m kidding. It’s eight-thirty. See, I would never wake you that early.” This only makes him laugh more.

“You’re still holding a grudge? That was so long ago,” he responds, and I crawl on top of him.

“I guess you could make me forget about it,” I tease and put my hands on his naked chest. His rest on my thigh, and he bites his bottom lip with seduction in his eyes. “But that’s not why I woke you,” I admit in a whisper, and he smirks at me.

“Is that so?” he replies and chuckles ever so slightly. “Then tell me, why did you wake me? If it’s not to have sex.” I lean forward to press my lips to his but stop before they touch.

“I’m hungry, and I thought we could go out for breakfast.” The smile he shows me with his dimples carved into his cheeks makes my heart ache.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“I’m hungry too, but I’d love breakfast in bed. I think a compromise would be to have both,” he says, his fingers trailing up my skirt before they squeeze my legs. “One day, your beautifully thick thighs will be the death of me,” he adds, and I lower myself to feel his morning wood against my aching clit.

“What would you like to have?” I ask, and Gabriel licks his lips.

I run my hands over his naked torso, rolling my hips to create a friction that makes both of us moan.

“I want you to ride me, chérie, to use my cock and come all over it,” he says, making me groan as I remove my shirt. “Keep the skirt on. It’s so sexy.”

I do as I’m told, earning me an approving smile. He pulls on the waistband just enough to expose my tattoo, smirking at it.

“Use me, baby,” he says when I think about what to do. “Fuck me however you want,” Gabriel adds, his fingers gliding further upward.

Confidence races through me as I lean down to trail kisses along his chest.

“Give me a condom,” I command as I tug on the waistband of his boxers. He reaches into the nightstand, handing me one of the small foils.

“You’re hot when you’re bossy,” he says, his eyes on me as I drag down his underwear.

“Is that why you’re so hard for me,” I reply, bringing my face closer to his as my hand wraps around his dick.

“Fuck, Val,” he groans and pushes his head into the pillows when I start rubbing him in the way he loves.

“Mhmmm,” I moan into his ear, and he tenses for a brief moment as the vibrations travel from my chest and through his.

“Please, I need to have you wrapped around me, chérie. No more teasing,” he begs, moaning again when I run his cock over my covered clit.

Gabriel reaches for my panties, pushing them to the side just enough to expose my pussy to him.

“Let me feel you.” I roll the condom down his erection, too impatient to keep denying us both what we crave the most: each other.

Gabriel aligns himself with my entrance, the anticipation now spreading through me, settling in my chest and stomach in the form of butterflies. I sink down on his cock, both of us gasping in response to feeling whole again. My mind revels in the pleasure for a moment, unable to move until my needy body demands a release from the build-up that has us out of breath.

“You’re always so goddamn wet for me, it makes me weak,” he says as I reposition myself to start bouncing on him.

I take the opportunity to press a kiss to his lips before placing my hands on his pecs and pushing off him. I stop right before he’d slip out of me and slam back down.

“Fuck,” we moan at the same time, and I keep going, keep repeating that simple movement to experience the same sweet pleasure over and over.

Gabriel swears in French, his fingers digging into my thighs and his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” he praises, encouraging me and sending a thrill through me, which settles in my lower abdomen. “Fuck, yes, keep going.” He’s breathless, but so am I.

Every time I come down, it feels like the feeling goes straight to my head, making me high. I never understood when people called their significant others a drug until I met Gabriel. He’s mine, and I need more of him, as much as my body can take.

I roll my hips and then bounce, grinding myself against his thumb when it lifts to my clit. My breasts jump with every move I make, and I notice Gabriel’s eyes keep shifting between them and my face. I smile at him, slamming down harder now.

“Holy shit,” he moans as I feel him tense under me, growing closer to his orgasm as I do mine.

“Gabriel, fuck, I’m so close,” I say, and he lifts my hips to thrust inside of me. He’s desperate, going faster and deep as I fall forward, my hands barely keeping me off his chest.

“Merde,” he says while I become a moaning mess on top of him.

His lips crash onto mine the same moment he slams inside of me, sending an orgasm through my body.

I start to tremble, shaking with pleasure as he spills into the condom and holds me close to him. Everything and everyone else disappears until there is nothing left in the world but us. I sink onto his chest, listening to his accelerated heartbeat.

“Ma femme parfait,” Gabriel whispers before kissing the top of my head.

He’s still inside of me when I sit up again to show him the happy smile on my face. He reveals his, the green-brown eyes I fell in love with half-closed.

“I’ll get ready, and we will get some breakfast. Okay?” he asks, and his hands rub up and down my legs.

“Okay,” I reply and kiss him again before getting off him.

Gabriel stands up and stretches his arms into the air. My mouth starts to water when I see his muscle flex, always on display for me. He turns around, and, when he catches me staring, he smirks. A blush settles on my cheeks, but I don’t look away. I’m not embarrassed, I don’t need to be.

When Gabriel walks out of the bathroom again, he’s wearing a plain white shirt, light blue jeans, a bandana holding back his messy hair, and sunglasses hanging from his neckline. I feel overdressed, but then I remind myself even in such plain clothes, he looks absurdly attractive.

I make my way toward my purse, gathering everything I need.

“Ma chérie?” he asks, and my head shoots up. “What do you want to do for your birthday?”

My eyes go wide when I realize I’m going to turn nineteen in less than a week. I haven’t even thought about my birthday. I’ve been so caught up in my messy, heartbreaking, and beautiful life, I didn’t notice how much time has passed.

“You’re turning nineteen, and I want us to do something special. Maybe we can have a nice dinner with Adrian, Evangelin, and Carlos, James, Jean, my aunts, Cameron and Elijah, maybe even Lucie, Andrea, and Haru. What do you think?” I smile at him and walk over to where he is standing.

“I think that’s a really great idea,” I say, and he beams at me.

“Okay, let me take care of everything. The only thing you have to do is be there.” I let out a small laugh.

He gives me a quick peck, but I stand on my tiptoes when he pulls away just to give him another, longer kiss. I feel him grin against me. We’ve been kissing so much, my lips feel sore, but in the best way possible.

“What are we going to do for your birthday?” I ask, and he shrugs.

“I’m racing this year.” Gabriel’s birthday is five weeks after mine, which is going to be the Sunday he’s racing in France. “I’ll probably be too tired to do anything,” he says and lets out a short laugh.

“Well, hopefully not too tired,” I reply and stand on my tiptoes once again to press my mouth to the soft spot just below his jaw.

“Never too tired for that,” he assures me, and I chuckle.