Say You're Mine (The Gallaghers Book 1) by Layla Hagen (comprehension books .txt) 📕

already. Hell no! I wouldn’t stop until I’d wrung every drop of pleasure out of Isabelle.

When her pussy clenched tight around my cock, I couldn’t hold back my climax any longer. It hit me in waves of pleasure, taking over my entire body until I was barely able to breathe. All my muscles were burning and numb at the same time.

I felt Isabelle going over the edge with me. Her inner muscles tightened even more. She reached back with one hand, pressing her fingernails in my thigh. Her cry filled the room. I groaned, tightening my grip on her waist before my body relaxed gradually, and I slowed the pace of my thrusts.

Isabelle pushed herself upright on her knees, leaning the back of her head on my shoulder. Damn, she was beautiful, surrendering to me like that. Touching her jaw, I turned her face to me, kissing her long and deep. Her breathing was still ragged. A light tremor shook her body. My thrusts were shorter now, just a few inches back and forth. My pelvis brushed her ass cheeks on every move.

My heartbeat regained a somewhat normal rhythm after a few minutes. My thighs weren’t burning anymore. I pulled out, kissing Isabelle’s shoulder.

“No, why did you do that?” she protested. “Get back inside.”

I chuckled. “I need to get rid of the condom.”

We both rose from the carpet, and Isabelle showed me to the bathroom, where we both cleaned up.

“Ugh, this place is so small,” she said after we bumped into each other a second time. There was only one sink and a small shower.

I grinned. “I don’t mind. Gives me the perfect excuse to fondle you—accidentally, of course.”

Isabelle laughed, looking down at her ass. I was patting one cheek with my right hand.

“Since when do you need an excuse?” she teased.

I wiggled my eyebrows in response.

“Come on, let’s get out of here before we hurt ourselves. I think I got a carpet burn.” She laughed, massaging her thigh.

Back in the living room, I looked around with a grin. Our clothes were lying around everywhere. There were still marks on the carpet from our knees, and several marks that looked like Isabelle had scratched it with her fingernails.

I caught her looking at me out of the corner of her eyes, blushing.

“My wild girl,” I teased, grabbing my clothes off the floor and putting them on. Isabelle was still naked.

“Wait, I want to do that,” she exclaimed after I’d zipped up my jeans. She picked up the shirt, smoothing a few wrinkles before sliding it up my arms.

“Why?”

“So I can do this.”

She kissed a trail up my right arm before she covered it with the fabric. Then she did the same with the left one.

“I’ve been dreaming about exploring these arms ever since I watched you play the piano at the party.”

“Just the arms?”

She kissed my chest too, moving from under my neck down in a straight line.

When she was right below my navel, I groaned, already semihard again.

Isabelle looked up, grinning. “Someone’s happy.”

“So fucking happy.”

I lifted her up, kissing her long and deep, pressing her full breasts against my chest. Her nipples turned to pebbles. I couldn’t resist cupping her ass with both hands, pressing her into me. She was mine to touch and explore. Only mine.

She sighed against my mouth, going up to her tiptoes.

I finally tore my lips from hers, staring her straight in the eyes.

“Are you going to put on any clothes?” I asked her.

“No,” she answered innocently. “What are you going to do about it?”

“Wait and see.” I kissed the tip of her nose. It was easy to let my guard down and be myself around Isabelle. Her easy smile and warmth disarmed me in a way I couldn’t understand, but I didn’t want to fight it.

Her hands roamed everywhere as we lay down on the couch.

“You’re tickling me,” I told her between chuckles.

“Oh really? Then I’m going to do it some more.”

I caught her wrists. She pouted. “Hey, I wasn’t done.”

“I know, but you had all the advantage. I didn’t like that. This is more to my liking,” I informed her. I kept her wrists in one hand, skimming the other one to her hips and then to her waist. When my thumb brushed the sides of her breast, Isabelle squirmed, wiggling right over my cock. The shot of pleasure was as unexpected as it was intense. I groaned.

“If you’re going to fondle me, do it properly.”

“I’m not fondling you yet, Isabelle. You’ll know when I do.”

“So what are you doing now?” she challenged. “Just pressing your delicious body against mine with no ulterior motive?” A sly smile spread on her face.

“If I reveal it, it wouldn’t be ulterior, right?”

“Well, I’m not as secretive as you are. I know what I want, and I have no problem owning up to it.” She kept kissing my chest as she spoke. “And I bet I can make you reveal yours in no time.”

“Talking about secrets... how do you want us to tell the band? I can tell them myself, or we can be together.”

Her eyes widened. “Oh... I didn’t think about that.”

“I intend to spend as much time as possible with you until the tour starts, so no hiding. You’re mine. I want them to know that.”

Her lips curled in a wide smile. “Okay. Well, you know the guys best, so it’s your call. But I can’t believe you already want to stake your claim.”

I wanted to do a lot more than that, but I had to start somewhere.

Chapter TenIsabelle

The opportunity to tell the band came up a week later when Sasha asked me to stop by the cottage and supervise their live video. She’d handled the one on Saturday and wasn’t pleased with the results.

Brayden and I went there separately so we wouldn’t shock the guys right away, though I suspected Lars was on to us. I arrived later and waited for them in the bar section of the living room. I wasn’t alone for long