Claimed by the Alien Bodyguard - Tiffany Roberts Page 0,79
Gabby just as tight. “Love you too, Mom.”
Once Gabriela had composed herself and dried her eyes, Ana hopped onto the bed, bouncing on her knees.
“I can’t wait for tomorrow.” She flopped down on her back, head landing on her pillow. “But I already got my Christmas wish.”
“Oh yeah?” Gabriela asked, picking up the comforter and draping it over her daughter. “What was it?”
“To have a dad.”
Gabriela’s brows shot up. “You’re so sure, huh?”
Ana smirked. “You guys are basically kissing and sucking tongues all the time.”
“It’s not all the time,” Gabriela laughed.
“Do you love him?”
Gabriela’s smiled softened as she looked down at her daughter. She brushed aside a stray strand of hair from Ana’s forehead. “Yeah. Yeah, I do. What about you?”
“I do. I’m going to tell him tomorrow for Christmas…and ask if I can call him dad.”
Ana’s words wrapped around Gabriela’s heart and squeezed it, so sweet and warm that they made it hard to breathe, that they made it impossible to say anything in response. She already knew Broxen wanted them without a single doubt, so there was no reason to tell Ana that it was too soon, that they needed to wait or give it some time. He’d told her that it was their choice.
And I’m done waiting.
Nineteen
Gabriela stood at the foot of Broxen’s bed, listening to the shower running in the bathroom while nervously fidgeting with the end of the red velvet ribbon from the giant bow tied around her chest. She stared at the bathroom door.
Despite insisting she was too excited to sleep, Ana had conked out within minutes of lying down. Gabriela had tucked Ana’s gift under the tree, filled her stocking, and made sure Santa and the reindeer had eaten their treats. Now…it was time to give Broxen his gift.
Her.
She was wearing nothing but the bow, white panties, and a bra. Though her undergarments had a little lace on them, they were nothing like the beautiful, sexy lingerie she wished she could’ve worn for him tonight. But something told her that he wouldn’t care what she had on.
And it wasn’t like lingerie stayed on for long when a man was desperate to have what was beneath it.
The shower turned off.
Gabby’s stomach fluttered, and she caught her bottom lip with her teeth.
It’d been so long since she’d had to look sexy for anyone, since she’d wanted to look sexy for anyone, so long since she’d been intimate. Her body had never been the same after having Ana, and it had matured since she’d been nineteen; she was softer, her hips wider, her breasts fuller, and she had a little loose skin on her belly that had never gone away after having a baby. There were also the stretch marks on her belly, hips, and thighs.
What would Broxen think when he saw her?
She raised her hands to fluff her hair, then lowered them to her bow, readjusting it to make sure it was centered on her breasts.
Stop it, Gabby. Everything will be fine.
Gabriela dropped her hands, curled them at her sides, and took a series of deep, calming breaths.
The bathroom door opened.
She gasped as Broxen, wearing only a towel around his waist, stepped into the doorway with all that delicious red skin on display and his tail slowly swishing behind him. His long, damp hair was slicked back with a few stray strands defying his horns to hang down the sides of his face.
Those beautiful, glowing violet eyes locked on Gabriela. Broxen froze, tail stiffening, and the large bulge between his legs twitched and swelled under the towel.
She’d known he was large after having felt him against her through their clothes, but seeing it like this, unrestricted by his pants, painted a whole new picture. And she hadn’t even seen-seen it yet.
Her pussy clenched, and heat flooded her core as anticipation and arousal thrummed through her. She wanted—needed—to feel his cock inside her.
“Gabriela?” Broxen’s voice was thick and gravelly.
Gabby pulled her gaze away from the growing bulge of his erection to meet his eyes. Fire burned within their depths. She walked toward him, slowly, making sure to put a little sway in her hips. Broxen’s eyes dipped to take in her body once more. His jaw ticked, and his muscles flexed, but he did not move—except for his tail, which flicked erratically behind him. Lust was etched on every bit of his body.
His nostrils flared when she stopped in front of him.
“I wanted to give you your Christmas present,” she said.