Free Crossbred Son by Brenna Lyons

family.
    It’s probably scent based. So much of Xxanian life is.
    “He’ll be fine, Abby,” Gabe assured her.
    “I know. I’ve just never had someone I could leave Michael with...until now.” No one Michael would allow himself to be alone with, certainly. Save the staff at SLAL.
    Gabe cupped her face, and Abby focused on him. She managed a weak smile.
    A slight stirring of the water was her only indication that Zhaahvan had moved. Then his hand was wrapped around the back of her neck, spreading clove oil and massaging gently. His skin was softer than she would have anticipated before she met him.
    The elder grumbled something in the Xxan language, and Gabe reached up to untie the S’suuhhea . Abby’s breathing hitched and she reminded herself that there was no way Zhaahvan could see her in the murky water.
    Gabe pressed a kiss to her lips, and she let her eyes slide shut. The silk peeled away from her body, and droplets of water rained down as he tossed it away.
    Zhaahvan moved on to washing her back, while Gabe started spreading the clove oil along her cheeks and chin. Before the elder’s massage of her back muscles was complete, his grandson’s attentions had moved to the front of her shoulders and her chest.
    Abby bit back a moan, well aware of the elder at her back. Still, she arched into Gabe’s touch, encouraging him as he cupped her breasts, bringing them to a potent sensitivity with the stinging oil.
    Zhaahvan’s hands left her body at her waist and moved to her upper arm, as Gabe moved down her ribcage to her abdomen. The elder’s attentions seemed to speed. He finished with her right arm and moved to the left when Gabe had barely reached her pubic curls. Gabe shifted, teasing her inner thigh with the length of his ready cock, reminding her that they were expected to make love in the pool.
    Zhaahvan made quick work of her left hand and moved away with a snuff and grumble that meant nothing to her.
    Gabe’s lips parted hers, and Abby wrapped herself around him, her entire body alive to his touch. He lifted her by the waist and brought Abby down around his cock, groaning into her mouth.
    Part of her argued that Zhaahvan couldn’t even be out of the water yet. The other half argued that it didn’t matter. He expected them to have sex in the pool, and he couldn’t see more than her back and the kiss they were engaged in. Some until-now-unheard part of her mind even argued that she didn’t care if the elder watched them, as long as Gabe didn’t stop what he was doing.
    There was little chance of that. The heat between them skyrocketed, from thrust to thrust. Their sounds rose, echoing off the cave walls. Hands explored. Their movements became more vigorous, churning the water.
    Climax choked off her voice. Then it exploded out in a scream of pleasure. Gabe pressed her hips down, seating deep inside her, his cum filling her with heat that sent her senses into a spin.
    Abby sagged against Gabe, exhausted, gasping for breath. He stroked handfuls of water over her, washing away much of the remaining oil. It had the added benefit of arousing her all over again, and Abby moaned, half in acceptance and half in the realization that she was too tired to launch into another sexual encounter yet.
    Gabe laughed heartily. “Food first,” he ordered.
    He didn’t set her off his lap. Instead, Gabe lifted Abby into his arms and pushed to his feet. He carried her from the pool, settled her in a large chair that would easily seat Zhaahvan, and started to dry himself with a fluffy bath sheet.
    Abby looked around for another, and Gabe made a sound that drew her attention back to him. He moved his finger back and forth in a negative motion. She settled in the chair and watched Gabe dress, admiring the way his body moved.
     
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    Gabe looked up, his heart stuttering at the sight of Abby licking her lips. Seir-God help him, if they weren’t expected to eat with his family, he’d carry her directly to a bed or