Gaining Gibbs (Marco's MMA Boys #4) by S. M. Donaldson

to just relax.” I motion to the pitcher, “To have a beer, eat food that’s bad for me and kick your ass at skee-ball.”
    “You didn’t kick my ass, by the way. We tied.”
    I open my mouth. “Oh that’s total bullshit. You shouldn’t have won that one game. You grabbed my ass, that’s interference.”
    “That’s all fair game. I don’t know what you’re bitching about.”
    Since we’ve already paid our bill, I jump up and start for the door like I’m angry. “Hey, why are you running?”
    “You called me a bitch.” I try to act all mad.
    “I didn’t call you a bitch.” He reaches out for me and spins me around. “Hey.”
    I can’t hold it in anymore. I burst out laughing.
    He pushes me against the truck. “I’m gonna spank your ass.”
    “Mmm. You already did, that’s what caused us to tie.”
    “Oh no, I didn’t. I grabbed your ass. If I spanked you, we wouldn’t be having this conversation and we’d have gotten kicked out of John John’s.” He leans in beside my ear. “You know what it’s like when I spank your ass. You enjoy it too much.”

 
    CHAPTER 11
     
    GIBBS
    We tumble in my front door, both of us bumping into the facing. “Ouch,” “Shit,” we both mumble out.
    In the truck on the way here, the tension was so thick I was barely able to breathe. I need to be with her, I should’ve never given up on her three years ago. I should’ve fought harder to make her mine.
    Reaching down, I grab her shirt and pull it over her head, throwing it somewhere while I back her against the foyer wall. She moans as I kiss down the side of her neck, feeling her pulse race. “Fuck,” she groans. “Why did we wait so long to do this?”
    I snatch my shirt over my head. “Fuck if I know.”
    At some point she’s removed her bra and kicked off the shoes she was wearing. She fumbles with her jeans as I kick off my boots, shoving my jeans down my legs. We stop for a heated moment and stare at each other, her in a skimpy pair of red panties and me in a pair of boxer briefs that are really uncomfortable at the moment. Her hands move before mine as she grabs my hips to shove the constricting underwear down. She starts to kneel down in front of me, but I stop her. “Firecracker, if you put your mouth on my cock right now, I’ll explode and it’ll all be over too soon.”
    I slide her panties down her legs and grab her under the ass to lift her. Planting her against the wall, I slide a hand around to feel her soft core. “Baby, you’re already wet.”
    She sucks in a breath and nods.
    Positioning myself, I thrust my dick inside of her. She cries out so I stop. “Are you okay?”
    She nods quickly with a heavy breath, “It’s just been awhile.”
    I can’t help but feel some relief. “Good.” Thrusting in and out of her in the hallway is fine, but I want her in my bed.
    Pulling away from the wall, I carry her down to my bedroom as she grinds on me. Laying her back on the bed, I flip her on her stomach and put her on all fours. Slamming into her, I slap her ass. “I told you I was gonna spank your ass and I meant it.”
    “Oh god, Clay!” she pants out.
    “What do you need, Firecracker?”
    “You. Just you.” She throws her head back, red hair flying. “Oh harder! I’m almost there. God, Clay!” she cries out as I slam into her harder, finding my own release.
    As I pull out, I realize there’s a problem. “Um, Firecracker?”
    She collapses on the bed. “Yeah?”
    “Ah, I got so worked up…I um, um didn’t use a condom.”
    She bolts up. “Fuck, I can’t believe I just did that. She starts doing something with her fingers, like she’s counting.
    “Firecracker, what are you doing?”
    “We should be okay. I counted my days and my fertile days won’t be for another few days, so we should be good. I mean I’m still on a light dose birth control, but I’ll admit I’m not great about taking it like I’m supposed to. My hours are crazy.”
    I grab her arms. “Hey,