Romance: Gibson's Legacy ( New Adult Contemporary Erotic Romance) (Last Score Book 1) (33 page)

“I like sex. Does that make me sick? Does that give everyone the right to judge me? What the fuck does my past have to do with what is going on in here between us?” Gibson tapped his temple with his forefinger, “Or in here?” He slammed his palm hard on his chest and the sound of it on his chest made me think it must have hurt.

Shaking his head, he continued. “No one knows me like I know me. No one knows what the fuck is going on in my head. No one has the ‘skinny’ on my fucking feelings Chloe, you know why? Because they are fucking
mine
. So don’t tell me what I’m thinking or what I’m going to do because only I know that. Get to know me. Gibson Barclay without the fucking rock star tag. I’m a person first. Gibson and M3rCy are two different entities. I happen to sing to millions for a living, that’s what I do not who I
am
.”

Gibson’s face softened, his jaw twitching as he tried to get himself back in check and I’ll admit to feeling a bit scared at how angry he had become. There must have been some recognition that he scared me because he stood up and pulled me against him again, stroking my arm.

“Sorry, I’m just tired that my mistakes from years ago still plague me. We were doing so well and I go and fuck it up by getting frisky when I can’t help feeling the way I do when I touch you. When I saw you responding like that to me, I figured you were consenting to a bit more. I obviously read something wrong but your body was opening up to me.”

Gibson was right, I was being contradictory. Hot and cold, sugar and spice, and that wasn’t fair. Hell, I didn’t know what I wanted. That’s wrong…I really did know what I wanted in my heart. It was my head that was fighting for the upper hand.

“I’m sorry. I know I’m giving you mixed messages, Gibson. I really don’t mean to do that. You are amazing…” I stepped back a foot and he dropped his arms.

Gibson huffed out a breath in exasperation and held his arms out at his sides. “If I am so amazing, why are you resisting this? Why won’t you give me a chance? Let me prove myself to you? Chloe, you think you know me. You can ‘know’ someone a lifetime and never really know them. Few people bother to hang around to see what’s under the surface. Can’t you just think, fuck the risk, I want to fly off the edge? I’m gonna do this and so what? I might fall on my ass but I’ll know I tried and it was fun at the time?”

As he stared at me I watched him work a swallow, his gaze intensifying and then he licked his lips. “Fuck it,” Gibson stated, pulling me close to his chest and I thought for a second I should have pushed him back but his embrace was so comforting and again, I was giving him a mixed message but his hug was sooo good.

“Damn, I don’t want to fight with you. We have one day and you are frustrating the fuck out of me, Chloe. Every time I think you’re beginning to get to know me something drags your mind back to those girls at Beltz, am I right?”

Of course he was right. I have never forgotten those images that made such an impact on me. Not that I could have picked any of the girls out, it was Gibson’s expressions which were in my memories, and what he was doing. He was right I was …judging him and letting all my negative stuff with Kace was get in the way.

The question I had to ask myself was, if I stripped back my knowledge of old regarding Gibson and how I was treated by Kace, could I allow myself a day free from guilt just to be with him? When I removed those barriers the answer was yes. Gibson deserved me to see him for how he had been since I met him.

Pushing myself away from him slightly, I tilted my head to look up at him. “Okay, Gibson, from now on I’m going to try to give in to having fun instead of worrying about everything.” No sooner were the words out than Gibson grabbed me up against his body and walked backwards with me to the lounger again.

Initially, I thought damn this is it, the moment when I get to experience what all those other girls raved about. Gibson surprised me when he sat me down gently and walked over to the jug with the cocktail mix in it, picked it up and signaled to the steward by shaking the jug from his wrist that we needed something else.

“Can we have ‘Tequila Sunrise,’ cocktails this time?” Spinning to face me, he smiled and raised an eyebrow at me. “You come from Florida. You dig orange juice right?” Nodding, I smirked. Being brought up on the stuff, I used to drink it by the gallon until I found out how much sugar was in it. Nowadays it was a treat instead of a habit.

When the steward returned it was with two long cocktail glasses with red liquid at the bottom, orange juice and I could smell the tequila as I moved the cocktail umbrella with the maraschino cherry to sip at the drink.

“Mmm,” I said, licking my lips and rolling my eyes. Glancing at Gibson to see how he was doing, he was staring again. “Damn, Chloe… don’t you do anything that doesn’t sound erotic?” Snickering, he then teased, “Do it again.” After that we kind of fell into an easy chat and after two more cocktails I was feeling pretty free in my mind.

Gibson took my hand and pulled me up. “I think we need a walk to clear our heads.” Slinging his arm over my shoulder casually, he began to walk over to the middle of the boat. Damn that meshy thing looks pretty inviting. I bet it’s cool to lie on.

Gibson was referring to the trampoline between the catamaran section of the boat and there was this thick material stretched between the two sections. “Fuck, it’s a trampoline.” He stated smiling roguishly. Gesturing with his hand for me to stay where I was he called the steward over. “Towels. Can we get on that thing?”

The steward nodded, replying, “Guests use it to sunbathe and fish from sometimes.” Without another word Gibson pulled me on to it and we both staggered on the bouncy surface trying to get our balance, before I collapsed in a heap and he did the same right beside me.

We were both rolling around, bouncing slightly, giggling at how ridiculously uncoordinated we were at walking on it. Between the motion of the boat on the waves and our alcohol intake, we sucked. Gibson rolled on his side facing me and tried to get up on one elbow before rolling back on his back.

“Jeez, Chloe help me out here, you have to come to me.” Rolling on my side, I managed to get on my elbow to face him. Gibson reached up and brushed some strands of hair away from my face, tucking it behind my ear.

“You have the sexiest laugh, the sexiest smile and the sexiest body I’ve ever seen.” I wasn’t sure what to say but he smiled and brushed my nose with his index finger. “And you still have an issue with boats.”

CHAPTER 32 - BREAKING DOWN

Chloe

Glancing down Gibson’s body, I couldn’t help but notice he was erect. Then I couldn’t help noticing it again and again. Worse thing was, Gibson caught me doing it.

“Do you want to see it in the flesh? Or did the picture I sent you traumatize you?”

Hitching my breath at his blunt question, I expected to see a grin or at the very least a smirk. Gibson’s face was serious, his eyes hooded seductively and staring hard. He was waiting for me to say something, but before I could answer we heard the steward clear his throat.

“Towels, sir.”

Gibson twisted his body and head to look up at him, raising his hand to block the sun, then squinted up at him with one eye. “Throw them down then go take a break, dude.”

Two huge fluffy white bath sheets landed and slid down to where the weight of us made the trampoline dip.

“Well now that the after care is ready, back to my question. Are we doing a show and tell? I’m not shy, Chloe. Whatever you want, darlin’.”

Thinking that Gibson was calling my bluff, I swallowed as best as I could with my very dry throat. My heart pounded excitedly against my breast bone and I mustered up the courage to look him square in the eye. “Go on then… or did you want an emcee to announce it? That’s usually how you start your performances isn’t it?”

Expecting Gibson to laugh and the sexual tension to pass, I smirked for effect and licked my dry lips. Not for effect, just because they were dry. Before the smirk was able to die on my lips, Gibson dug in with his heels and hauled his swimmers to his knees.

Once I had taken in what he did my eyes went wide and I kind of averted them. “Fuck, Chloe, take a proper look at it. My dick has been in agony since I saw you this morning. Semi to hard all day long so far and right now it feels like it’s gonna explode.” Gibson took his thick length in his hand and began to stroke it slowly while he spoke to me.

“Does it scare you, Chloe? Sex? Are you afraid to have sex? What is wrong with doing something so natural? It’s free… it’s wild, it’s sensual, it’s energetic. Lowering his tone and talking in a seductive whisper, he said, “It’s dirty and you can have it however you want it darlin’.”

“Touch me. Go on, take me in your hand. Show me you’re not afraid of me. That it isn’t that you have a problem with sex and not me.”

I didn’t take up his offer and shook my head, “I don’t have a problem with you, Gibson.”

“No? You could have fooled me darlin’, you have teased and tested me since yesterday. On the beach last night, on the boat today, on the sand bar earlier, on the deck? And you act like I’m the one that can’t be trusted? I’m here–naked, honest as the day I was born and you are still playing fucking games with me.”

Gibson reached out and grabbed me by the back of my head, turning me over and hovered over the top of me. I can’t explain it but his action excited me, instead of feeling frightened as I would have been if Kace had done that.

“Tell me not to kiss you right now. Fucking say you don’t want this and this boat can go back to the dock and you can leave.” When Gibson raised his voice I jumped, my nerves getting the better of me, because I was terrified when Kace shouted at me.

By then Gibson was really scaring me but what was happening was my own fault, I had pushed his patience and he was at his limit. Did I want to get out of there and let Kace’s treatment toward me affect to the point where every relationship from then would be tainted? No. Did I want Gibson to kiss me to release me from the hold my abusive relationship had on me? Yes.

“So what do you want to do?” Gibson continued to hover above me, his arms locked straight. His face was etched with impatience and frustration. “How do you want this to go?” Gibson bounced the material either side of me and I flinched.

“Jesus Christ, Chloe, why did you do that? Never be scared of me. I’m pissed but there is no way I’d ever hurt a hair on your head darlin’.” Gibson’s eyes searched my face and I felt it was a now or never moment for us…for me to rid myself of my past.

“Kiss me.” My voice was quiet, almost too quiet.

“What if I do? Are you going to get me all riled up and push me away again? Are we going to fool around, Chloe, or are we gonna stop playing games? Because I’m okay with you not wanting to be with me, but I’m getting pretty tired of being with someone that’s dry humping me one minute and shying away the next.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what? Tell me what you want. You need to tell me what it is you want me to do.”

“I want you to kiss me. I don’t want to play games. I never have. It’s just…”

“Yeah I know it’s not me it’s you. You told me that shit already.” Gibson continued to hover over me for a minute then he let out a deep sigh, and his face seemed to relax. Whatever he had been thinking, he let it go.

Bending forward, his lips touched mine in a soft, almost closed-mouthed kiss, followed by a brush with his nose on mine. Staring intensely into my eyes, his became cloudy with lust again. Lowering his body down to mine again, he shifted his weight to the side.

“Can I touch you?” Gibson’s eyes searched my face again and I nodded, I wanted that.

“Yes.” Gibson growled with frustration and heaved a huge deep breath into his lungs. “Fuck Chloe. Where? Where do you want me to touch you?” Gibson’s tone was impatient, his voice deep and husky as he continued to stare at my body unabashedly, waiting for me to answer.

“Everywhere.” My voice sounded confident for the first time since the conversation began and Gibson didn’t miss that. Less than a heartbeat later, his mouth was on mine, taking me in a kiss that turned me inside out. Moaning, my back arched up and his hand slid across my belly to grasp at my waist.

Sliding his hand up the inside of my tankini top, Gibson cupped my breast and groaned low and long before whispering, “Chloe.” Feeling him tremble with want as he palmed my breast with such tenderness and rolling my nipple between his fingers was indescribable.

Soft breathy moans rose up from my throat and Gibson responded by groaning into my mouth while he rolled his hips on top of me. Breaking the kiss, Gibson shot me a quick glance and smiled slowly, before shuffling down and leaning to the side to pull my top up.

At the sight of my full firm breast Gibson hitched his breath and his mouth engulfed my erect nipple. While sucking slowly and squeezing the other breast in his hand gently, I could feel a tremble between us, like our bodies were communicating silently and that all of this was anticipation; a preamble, to something much bigger.

Drawing his head back, he murmured softly in a gruff voice, “Are you alright?” Nodding, I smiled slowly at him not trusting myself to speak for fear he’d hear how turned on I was, just like I had heard in his voice.

Gibson saw me twist my head up in the direction of the bridge and anticipated my concern that the captain or the steward may be watching. Gibson followed my gaze then looked back at me.

“I need to take you somewhere more private, Chloe. Tell me to stop and I will but I just don’t want to be where there is the potential for prying eyes.” Stunned at the change in him, I’m sure my eyes went wide at that. The Gibson I knew was an anywhere, anytime kinda guy.

Gibson pulled me to my feet after standing precariously on the trampoline material and hauling his swimmers up over his butt. Helping me pull my swimming top down, he then helped me back onto the deck. Placing a protective hand on the small of my back, he led me back towards the bar area.

Reaching into a small display fridge he pulled out a bottle of Crystal and grabbed two glasses, a tray of fruit and a bucket of ice. Smirking at him gathering things again, I thought about his comment about us being on a yacht not a picnic. It was beginning to look like a picnic was in the offing after all.