Romance: Gibson's Legacy ( New Adult Contemporary Erotic Romance) (Last Score Book 1) (32 page)

Getting her ashore was interesting and I almost let myself down when I accidently brushed against her pussy with my thumb. Luckily, Chloe saw it for what it was and didn’t make a big deal out of it. I’ll admit I did have a little fondle of that peachy ass of hers though… having it in my hands was incredible.

I think that was the point when I thought,
fuck Johnny and his buddy party I need to get this girl out of here.
The clock was ticking and I was not going to miss the opportunity to see if we could be something more than a ‘competition’ together. I had put a Plan B into place with Johnny on standby, just in case his group event wasn’t panning out.

After seeing me with Chloe, Toby thought I had lost it. “All the pussy you’ve seen and done and you are chasing one that’s reluctant? What’s gotten into you, Gib? You’re going soft in your old age.” Toby then smirked at his own reference to a flaccid dick.

When he heard what I had arranged, he was stunned. But I wasn’t hanging around with them another minute, friends or not. This was my chance to make an impact on Chloe. When I told him I’d leave the boat and Lennox could take him to bring it back, he thought I’d gone mad.

“Get her drunk, take her in the water if she’s shy, fuck her brains out and forget her, Gib. I’ve watched her. She’s nothing like my Jill. She’s the kind that wants babies and the white picket fence, dude. And we both know you’re never gonna be able to stick with that.”

Believe me, if she hadn’t been watching my every move at that point I’d have given him a piece of my mind. Instead I ditched them, grabbed the girl I wanted to spend time with and took her to his boat.

Chloe looked worried with every step from me grabbing what I needed to lifting her, putting her in the boat and steering us out to deep water. When I killed the engine and turned to look at her she looked terrified.

“Stop. Whatever is going on in your head, stop. I have less than a day with you now, Chloe. I want to spend it alone with you. No pressures or expectations just…us, okay?” Slowly Chloe nodded and bit her bottom lip and fuck… when she did that, she looked so innocent and appealing I went hard so I sat down to try to hide that fact.

“Listen, here is my plan. Sitting on a strip of sand with some hairy assed guys that I see every day isn’t my idea of a day off. Plus I figure everything we think we know about each other is bullshit. Give me ten minutes and we’ll spend some time just talking okay?

“Talking, Chloe. Nothing else. No expectations except to spend some time together. Is that okay with you, because if it isn’t say right now and I’ll take us back over there to your friends.”

Chloe gave me a weak smile and I was determined to eliminate that fucking legacy of being nineteen, horny, and promiscuous. Powerful engine sounds got nearer and then the chartered motor yacht with Johnny on board came into sight. I’d planned my own afternoon in the event the one Johnny suggested didn’t feel right and it definitely didn’t feel right the moment Chloe came off that fucking tube.

Chloe’s eyes were wide and her chest was heaving, excited and apprehensive at the same time by the sight of the huge yacht now blocking the horizon. Fuck, I was excited. Of all the stuff I’d done, I’d never taken the time for anything this frivolous with any other girl.

I was going to dump Johnny somewhere and pick him up later. There was no way he was playing spy on the boat with us. Anything we said or did was going to be completely private. So I came up with a better idea than my original plan for dumping him with a mat and a bottle of wine somewhere.

Johnny ended up in Toby’s boat and took that back to the sand bar to join the others, leaving one steward, the pilot, Chloe and me on board. Once Johnny left we were like two normal kids finding ourselves let loose on something so spectacular we couldn’t help squealing with delight. Yeah fuck, even me.

After twenty minutes of excited chatter and exploring the yacht, the steward appeared and asked what we would like to drink. Chloe shrugged and I asked if she would be willing for me to choose something for her. She shrugged again.

“Do you like ginger beer?”

Smiling slowly she nodded again, “Yeah, it’s really nice with ice isn’t it?”

“Well, I was thinking more like a cocktail. We’re on a fucking yacht Chloe, not a picnic.” Chuckling, Chloe agreed to try a Moscow Mule. Vodka, Ginger Beer, and Lime cordial.

By the time the steward arrived with a jug of the stuff, Chloe and I were relaxing on sun loungers on the deck by the Jacuzzi that we were filling up, and my eyes were perusing her body whenever I could sneak longer glances. We were like two kids, but with alcohol. Visibly, Chloe was more relaxed and her chatter was much more spontaneous.

I waved the steward over when I saw him flitting between the main cabin and the pilot’s chair with a sandwich. “Can we have some sounds? Nothing too loud just something to give us some background noise.”

A few minutes later, “Waiting for Superman” by Daughtry began to play. She giggled and leaned over to stroke my arm. “Oh, this song is about you. For your act of bravery today. You know, this is the second time I’ve heard this song in relation to you. It was playing on my playlist that day I was sitting the park when you called me.

I’ll be telling my grandkids about the day Gibson Barclay saved my life in the Pacific Ocean.” Chloe’s comment stopped me in my tracks. One day she’d be a grandma. I didn’t know what to think about that. Crazy but it stirred feelings in me that made me pissed. We hardly knew each other, yet I didn’t want her to be a grandma to kids that I may not know.

Sitting with my legs on the side of the lounger, I had just sat down from pouring more drinks. “Grandkids? I can’t imagine you ever being a grandmother, Chloe. You’re way too hot.”

Snickering at me she said, “Well it’s not as absurd as you being a granddaddy.” Almost choking when I heard her childish name for a grandfather I laughed loudly and Chloe leaned over and swiped at my arm then placed her hands on my pec muscles and tried to push me back against the lounger’s head rest.

Instinct made me I grab her arm and pull her as I fell backwards and Chloe landed full frontal over me. All sound ceased at that moment—the soundtrack finished and the laughter was frozen on her lips as her gorgeous blue eyes found mine.

CHAPTER 31 – EXPECTATIONS

Chloe

Sharing a joke with him had been great. I was feeling relaxed and everything seemed really normal between us. Well, as normal as it could be given the situation. Gibson acted like a really regular guy.

No airs or graces, no macho bull and no trying to impress– if you excused the yacht. To be honest I think that was more about privacy and comfort than trying to impress me, given his boyish reaction to the chartered boat when we climbed on board.

There had been only one slightly awkward moment and that was when we went exploring and kept finding huge beds everywhere. Gibson’s smirks turned into roguish grins by the third super king-sized bed we found in the berths.

When we got back on deck I commented that we had a tub like the Jacuzzi that was on deck at home, and my friends and I used to sit out in it at night time watching the stars and sharing secrets. Ruby, Sarah, Mira and I, used to get told off regularly by my parents for waking half the street with our loud laughter.

Gibson frowned and said he never had an experience like that and asked if he could do that with me. I started to say that it wouldn’t be dark for a while and reminded him we would have to get back to the others. Pulling gently on my wrist to stop me, Gibson placed his forefinger to my lips.

“Please Chloe, I just want to share that experience with someone and I can’t think of anyone more beautiful I could do that with.”

Obviously, I wanted to believe that and it wasn’t just Gibson just wanting to get in a hot tub with a fan, so I nodded cautiously and wondered how I would deal with being in there with him when the time came.

So from that point on we fell into an easy co-existence lying on deck loungers, drinking cocktails and talking about regular things. Gibson talked about life on the road and from what he was telling me, his band seemed to work twenty four seven doing interviews, public and television appearances, events and gigs, and that was only to promote the work they did in the studio.

I was exhausted listening to him, and there were times when I sympathized with his lifestyle of ‘any port in a storm’ with women. Gibson asked the steward to put some music on. I was pleased about that, because I was used to my music on all day in the background and had begun to miss that connection with it.

“Waiting for Superman” by Daughtry came on and it was the perfect song for what had happened earlier in the day. I pointed that out to Gibson and that it was the second time it had played while he was talking to me. Once in the park when he called me I was listening to it. Coincidence that it should be the first song being played on the boat, was there a message in that?

We began joking about him being a hero and that led me to tell him I’d tell my grandchildren about being saved by a rock star. Gibson teased me and I got a bit animated and pushed him backwards on his lounger. Gibson lost his balance and grabbed my wrist but still fell backwards and I landed flat on top of him anyway.

Still smiling, I stared into his gorgeous grey eyes. Those twinkling eyes held the hint of a smile and I could have stared into them all day long. Silver grey with dark circles around the iris and set against possibly the whitest sclera I’ve ever seen. For someone who was a rock star living life on the edge, his eyes made him look the picture of health. Not to mention how seductive and sexy looking they were.

Pretty weird watching the emotions that flitted over Gibson’s face when I was lying on top of him… surprise, worry, confusion, indecision, delight and finally lust. Gibson’s hands slapped at my butt cheeks to keep me in place on him and as soon as he did, a smirk played on his lips.

“You think that fate is trying to tell us something, Chloe?” Not sure what to say, I just continued to lie there and stare into his eyes. Gibson continued to stare into mine until his hand moved from my butt up my back and he grasped the nape of my neck.

Skin that was silky smooth turned to goose flesh. Gibson’s also responded the same when I drew the back of my fingers up his ribs past his shoulders to nestle in his hair. His physical response was to rise up and lick my neck suddenly then growl into it as his hips arched up to grind on my pubic bone. The unrestricted movement of his swimmers and my small flimsy swimming bottoms meant there was very little between us.

Instantly Gibson’s lips were on mine, moving slowly. His open eyes never left mine, intensely watching to gauge my reaction. Mine doing the same to him. His hips were undulating in time with his lips and tiny explosions were going off all over my body as his hand opened and closed against butt and my scalp. Deep guttural growls rose up from his throat and he shifted us down a little.

One of my legs slid off. The lounger and Gibson raised his knee, bringing my heat closer to his. Suddenly the passion built in our kiss and his tongue was lashing against mine, our lips meshing together like our mouths were made just to kiss each other.

I moaned softly and Gibson drew back and gasped shakily, his eyes full of fire and desire. Something about the way he looked at me made me want to climb inside him. And my heart flip-flopped in my chest.

Before I knew what was happening, Gibson had hooked the back of my knee in the crook of his elbow and he was grinding himself desperately against me and I found myself meeting him with the same action.

Gibson shuffled around until I was fully astride him, pulling my body down flat against his chest, his arms locking across my back in a possessive hold. His lips left mine and he buried them in my neck, nibbling and kissing it the whole time. I had never been so turned on by anything Kace had done, like I was when he did that. The way he was holding me so tightly made me feel safe. Even when he was doing simple movements like holding me firmly, it was setting me alight.

Inside I was thinking that I might be wrong to do this. Allowing someone like Gibson to take control and being drawn to him like that was a huge risk for someone like me. Then thinking if I let myself have that one time with him it would put the ghost of Kace and what he did to me to rest. Another thought made my heart sink… that if we did have sex and it was great and it was only once, it might ruin my expectations for other relationships with men in the future.

Then I thought maybe I was thinking too much, maybe I just needed not to think and just do it. Go with my feelings. My head was telling me Gibson was wrong for me. My body telling me even if it was, it felt so right. How does doing the wrong thing suddenly feel so right to someone like me with a damaged past?

“What’s going on in there, Chloe?” Gibson had stopped kissing my neck and moving and I realized I had been distracted by my fears. I wondered whether to tell him that or not when he started talking again. “Did I take a liberty? Your reaction felt like you wanted me to do that. And by my reaction to yours we both know I definitely wanted to do that and more with you. Sweet Jesus, much more.”

“I do too. I mean I did… react… and it was good.
Really
good—amazing actually.” I swallowed hard and watched his lust filled eyes searching my face, waiting for the ‘however’ to come.

Pushing myself off of him, I stood up. “I’m not that girl, Gibson. I’m not the kind of girl that gets fucked by a rock star and gets on with her life. Too much has happened to me to allow myself to fall for your charm. God knows, I’m digging deep. Believe me if I was that kind you wouldn’t be here with me now, because you would have already done me and moved on. But I did react and you are so tempting,
believe
me but I can’t.”

“Why? What the fuck happened to you? What do you mean I wouldn’t be here with you now? How the fuck does everyone get the right to second guess me and tell me what I’d be doing all the fucking time? It makes me spit that everyone seems to know me better than I know myself.” Gibson let out a huge heavy sigh.