“We’re almost there,” he said, resting a hand on her knee. They were a little delayed leaving; she’d kissed him passionately, and one thing led to another, and she was bouncing off his dick while he stretched her ass with his fingers. It was hot and heavy and quick, leaving an ache for more all throughout her. Between the haze of sex and the thrill of seeing more of Gabriel’s life, she was overly eager for this adventure.
She kept squirming excitedly in the passenger seat, eager to see the place he called home. From what she had gleaned during their drive, he lived here most of the year and had a flat in New York when he needed to be in the city.
For now, Eris chose to not dwell on how much money that really was. Gabriel had more than he could ever need and keeping a place in New York while living out here was no small thing. She knew he worked with money, but now she was getting an idea of how much his percentage from his clients really offered him.
She hummed as they drove, shutting her eyes and letting the gentle glide of his fingers over her skin soothe her. The juxtaposition between the primal and the softer moments made Eris believe this could be more than temporary. That thready connection between them felt solid and unbreakable in the quiet moments when they were together. She liked how kind he could be when they weren’t locked together physically, like she really mattered to him.
“Do you have many visitors?” she asked curiously. It didn’t sound like he lived close to the people who were his clients, and she wasn’t too sure about his friends. “Like… Felix?”
“I’m surprised you remembered his name,” Gabriel replied with a chuckle. “But, no, Felix travels for work and doesn’t have a house in the state. Damiano has been checking in on a few things for me while I’m absent, bringing me a new bike–”
“A bike?” Eris echoed, interrupting him. “Like… a bicycle?”
Gabriel roared with laughter, the car slowing down as he pressed a hand to his chest and chuckles rolled through him. “No, no. Not a bicycle. A motorcycle.”
Nowhe had her full attention. “You don’t look like a biker.”
“You don’t have to be a biker to know how to ride,” he replied mischievously. “Be a good girl today and I might take you for a ride before we head back.”
Eris grinned, peering out the windows again. Did he park this motorcycle of his outside? Would she meet Damiano and get to see Gabriel with a biker of all people? He hadn’t mentioned Damiano being a biker, but it was her vague assumption.
Subconsciously, she reached up around the seatbelt and cupped her breasts, pressing her thumbs to her overly sore nipples. That pleasant ache between her legs was one she hoped would never go away, even if she should be focusing on everything Gabriel was saying during the field trip. Going off Ranch felt foreign, like she was exploring Montana for the first time instead of staying nestled in her safe place at the Ranch. She loved Rawhide Ranch, but without Gabriel, she doubted she would care.
“Stop rubbing them, little vixen,” he chuckled, and she quit massaging her breasts through the thin bra. Her ass wasn’t faring much better, and part of her thirsted for the burn of him stretching her again. “You’ll make them ache before we get back to the Ranch.”
“No primal at your house then?” she joked, wiggling around. Before they left this morning,earlycompared to the few days of sleeping in, he’d used a generous bit of lube and filled herass with a plug. She knew how the sizing worked, and after he fit the head of his cock inside her, she knew the first one wasn’t necessary. Considering she liked to play with all her holes at home, the second wasn’t either.
That’s how she ended up wearing the biggest plug for this home visit, her nipples sore from Gabriel fucking her against a tree and then sucking on them last night, and her whole body vibrating with need. She had no idea how long he planned on edging her, but the anticipation was killing her. Bringing her personal supplies from home had backfired when Gabriel spied the large, silicone plug among her collection, but Eris wasn’t complaining after the steamy workup as Gabriel filled her with the toy.
“I don’t have a maze,” Gabriel explained, shooting her a grin. “But I suppose wecouldrun through the house. It’s big enough to be maze-like.”
That piqued her interest, and she sat a little straighter as the house came into view. It was massive; two stories of sprawling Victorian style, with a large driveway and a clean lawn.
Gabriel growled, and she finally took notice of the two people out front as they drew closer. There was definitely a guy who reminded her of a biker, and a woman with dark brown hair pulled into a ponytail.
He was out of the car quickly, barely putting it in park and turning it off before sliding out the door. Eris followed suit, surprised by the swift turn of events, and stepped out in time to see the woman throw something.
It seemed to be a set of keys, but they definitely weren’t hers. Tossing her dark brown ponytail, she got back into the car she was leaning against before Eris could see her face. Eris could still hear her yelling through the partially open window. “That’s for you, asshole!”
Gabriel threw his hands wide, glaring at the other man as she sped off. The house had a wrap-around driveway that circled a fountain fixture in the center of the yard, and she sped off the opposite way they’d come in. With wide eyes Eris looked around, trying to figure out how the peaceful field trip turned into this. They had barely arrived and already, things were wild.
“Damiano,” Gabriel said carefully, and there was something controlled and dark in his voice. It reminded her of the firm voice he used right before punishing her, but there was none of that usual thrill. Even the plug in her ass that made Eris hypersensitive couldn’t make her hear any seduction in his tone. “What the hell?”
The man sighed, skating long fingers through his dark hair. It was shoulder length and thick, the kind of hair Eris wished she had all the way down her back. Hers was long but on the thin side, and she could tell without getting close that his hair was majestically thick. He had scruff across his face, and tattoos on his biceps and the backs of his hands but not in between. “Oh, Aria’s a little mad.”
“A little?” Gabriel snapped, holding out his hand in Eris’ direction. For a moment she had no idea what he was doing as the two of them glared at each other, but he wiggled his fingers and she moved closer to his side. His touch was gentle even if annoyance dripped off his words as he wrapped an arm around her. “Don’t bring your drama to my house, Dam.”
Damiano grinned, completely unbothered by Gabriel’s tone. He jutted a finger back over his shoulder, a wicked gleam in his eye. “Bike’s in the garage, as per request. Want the button back?”
With his opposite hand he pulled out a garage remote control, and Gabriel snatched it out of his hand. “I’m regretting having you repair it.”
“No regrets here, friend,” Damiano said, glancing Eris’ way. He winked, then placed his hands behind his head and backedup toward his bike again. “Don’t worry; Aria’s pissed at me and no one else. She won’t cause you trouble.”
“Will you?” Gabriel asked seriously.
“Never,” Damiano said, his blue eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled. “Just finishing off the favor for you,friend. You’ll put in a good word for me?”
Gabriel tensed. “We’ll see what happens next, Dam.”