We enjoy our meal in silence aside from the small moans
that he makes almost every other bite on his second helping.
And after dinner, we settle into playing a game of scrabble with the TV on in the background.
“So I leave tomorrow morning.” Gabe says as we’re
brushing our teeth.
“Okay.” I say around my toothbrush.
We watch each other brushing our teeth, he’s
shirtless wearing gray sweatpants that hang perfectly off his hips, showing just the perfect amount of the V of his hips for my mouth to water. I’m standing with my hair up in a messy bun in one of his t-shirts that read “#Squad” with Disney
Characters on it.
After we finish, I remove my leggings and crawl into
bed. Gabe pulls off his shirt and removes his shorts and
settles into what’s become his side of the bed. He lifts his arm and I side up to him. I drape my arm across his abdomen and put my head on his chest looking up at him.
“I’m scared.” I admit. “I feel so unsettled.”
He kisses my forehead. “Don’t be. We’re going to
be okay. I can promise you that.” I lean up and kiss him. His hands move from my arms to my back as he pulls me over
on top of him.
“I want to feel you come on my cock.” He whispers
as he nips at my bottom lip.
I pull aside the panel of my panties and grab him
through the hole in the crotch of his boxers and place him at my entrance. There’s no need for work up as I’m completely and utterly horny for him. He slides in to the hilt as our pelvises are flush against another. He groans as I lift up slowly with his hands on my hips gripping me. We find our
rhythm and as I move on top of him, he bites his lower lip and yanks my shirt off of me. He then wraps his arm around my waist and pushes up into me quickly. He grunts and my
hands are on his shoulders gripping tight. He slows his
thrusts and then flips me onto my back. He pulls my panties off fully as well as his boxers and is back inside me quickly.
He pumps his hips as he stares into my eyes. There’s so
much emotion that I see, I know how he feels, that much is clear. He leans down and as his lips take me roughly, as I feel my orgasm building.
“Yes. Right there. Like that.” I instruct him in batted
breaths.
He continues at a progressive speed and circling of
his hips and soon my vision goes white and all noises
disappear. I feel like I’m outside my body as I’m pulsing and gasping for breath. Moments later, my vision comes back
and Gabe is still pumping into me, with his head between my shoulder and the pillow. He circles his hips and then he
pushes in and stills. Pulls back and repeats and then arches his back and presses into me. I can feel his release and I feel nothing more than content, and a little out of breath.
His head drops again and he’s muttering
incoherently into the pillow and then pulls up with a smirk on his face.
“Again.” He says.
“Again? Already?” I ask.
“I won’t see you for a few days. I want to fuck you
all night if I can. I want to leave your body so heavily
satisfied and sated that you feel me until I come home.” He says running his nose along my cheek and pulling his hips
back and in as my back arches with the contact. My nails
claw down his back as my body takes him in again.
Home.
C H A P T E R
Fifteen
I woke up in the late morning noticing that the
bedroom was quiet, and empty. I sighed as I sat up and
pulled the covers over my bare breasts. We didn’t bother
with putting clothes back on before finally passing out a few hours ago. My body feels thoroughly pleased, and achy in
some parts as I realize that muscles that I didn’t realize that I had were tight. Who knew that certain new positions can
bend the body in ways your body isn’t used to.
I smile as I slowly get out of bed and pad over to the
bathroom. There’s no work for me this morning, but I have
to go in later this afternoon to work on case notes. During the week leading to Christmas, the agency shuts down and is on a skeleton seasonal staff, giving the regular employees time off to regroup and recharge. Something I never had in any previous job before.
On the mirror of the bathroom was a post-it note
with a heart and a smiley face on it. I shook my head and smiled as I pulled it down and placed it on the wall beside the light. And got started with my day. As I made my way
through the house, Gabe had left other post-it notes around the house in areas that I frequented first thing in the
morning. Each time, I would smile and shake my head.
Me: Thank you for all the notes. I hope you knock
‘em dead at your interview today. XX
I typed out to him quickly before closing the front
door, not expecting a message as soon as my phone hit the
bottom of my purse.
Gabe: Let’s hope I don’t actually knock ‘em dead,
I wouldn’t want to go to jail.
Me: Har Har. What time did you leave this
morning?
Gabe: Calling now…
No sooner than I received the text and briefly
glanced at it, my phone began ringing.
“Um, hello?”
“Hey there.” His voice croons on the other end. I can
tell he’s smiling.
“Hi. So weird talking on the phone, I never talk on
my phone.”
He laughs. “I wanted to hear your voice.”
“So when did you leave?” I ask leaning against my
car.
“I left around eight. My flight is now delayed
though, so I’m sitting in the terminal for another forty
minutes.” He sighs.
“Does that screw up your interview?” Secretly
hoping he says yes.
“No, that’s later this afternoon, then I fly out first
thing in the morning to LA for the next round.”
“And you come back when?”
“In two days.” He says matter-of-fact.
“Do you want me to pick you up from the airport?” I
ask hopeful.
“I think that would be better than the portly fellow
Uber driver that I had this morning.” He laughs. “What are you doing right now?”
“About to get in the car and do a few things before
heading into the office to catch up on case notes.”
“Don’t work too hard.” He says.
“Never. I’ll let you go, I hope you kill it on your interview today!” I laugh.
“Enough with the homicidal references, what are
you really trying to tell me woman!” He laughs.
We say our goodbyes and I slide into the front seat
of my car. I start it up and take a deep breath.
Later that night after speaking with Gabe on the
phone, I find myself sitting on the stool in Mindy’s kitchen
listening to her ramble on about Christmas plans. She’s including me in on everything without even asking like my
mother used to do, and my heart melts at the acceptance.
When she asks about Gabe, I smile and get embarrassed just like I did with my mother when she would ask me about a
boy growing up.
As Stella and I wind down in the living room with a
tin of popcorn between us, I look over to the couch with
Mindy and Dave and they’ve both passed out. Stella is
repeatedly putting popcorn piece after piece in her mouth as she watches a Christmas movie that I�
�ve likely seen
hundreds of times and yet can never remember the name of.
Sitting in this living room with these people make me miss Gabe.
My mind starts working overtime as I come to that
realization. I miss him. What will it be like when he takes a job in another city? Why hasn’t he had any interviews here in San Diego, has he even applied for jobs in San Diego,
really? He says he has, just why aren’t they calling hi, for interviews?
I groan with the multitude of insane thoughts that
cloud my mind.
My phone in my lap buzzes. It’s almost like he can
sense when I was thinking of him. We didn’t chat after his interview, so I eager swipe my screen to see his message.
Gabe: Killed it. As in horribly.
Me: You want to talk about it?
Gabe: Nah. I’m not bummed about it. I wouldn’t
want to work for them anyways. In person they’re slime
balls, their website portfolio is completely generic and they
didn’t take it kindly when I basically called them out on it.
Me: I’m… sorry? He seems to be okay with it, what do I really say to this?
Gabe: It’s not meant to be. No worries. Seattle is
pretty far from you. I don’t like that.
And now he’s turned me into a sappy mess. Tears
fight to emerge, I sniff them back in, but I can feel the
tingling on my sinuses.
Me: Charmer.
Gabe: What cha’ wearing?
Me: Considering I’m sitting in your sister’s living
room, with your niece beside me, I’m fully clothed.
Gabe: ABORT! ABORT!
Me: Um?
Gabe: Trying to talk down to my cock. Totally
inappropriate of me to try to sext you while you’re there.
Unless you can escape to the bathroom…
Me: Pervert.
Gabe: Is that a no?
Me: Affirmative.
Gabe: Rats. Give them a ‘sup from me and call me
when you go back home.
Me: If you’re lucky.
Gabe: With you, I’m always lucky.
I fell asleep on the couch at Mindy’s house. I woke
up in the morning to the smell of bacon and pancakes with
an ache in my back from sleeping on the couch.
I slowly peeked my head up to look over at the
kitchen and saw Mindy waltzing around the kitchen silently with her apron and earbuds in. As if she felt my stare, she glanced over at me and smiled. She pulls her earbuds out and sets her phone on the counter.
“My brother was texting and calling us late last night
like a mad man. Apparently, you were supposed to call him
when you go home. I sent him a photo of you passed out
with drool dripping from your mouth, shit you not, to shut him up. What have you done to him, he’s so pussy-whipped?”
“How could you not be, I’m a pretty amazing piece
of ass.” I smile jokingly.
“Apparently so. I’ve never seen him like this with
anyone, even growing up.” She admits.
“What if…what if he…takes one of these jobs far
from here?” I ask standing and sitting down at my station on the counter.
“Then you guys cross that bridge when it comes.”
She says.
“I don’t know if it’s that cut and dry Min.”
“You love him, don’t you?” She turns to me.
I nod as she clasps her hands together and bounces on her feet.
“Well, what does he say?”
“Same as you, but saying that he won’t make any
decisions without talking to me first.”
“Yep, pussy-whipped. I would have to say that he
loves you too.”
“Well then that makes this whole thing a lot harder,”
I sigh.
C H A P T E R
Sixteen
Nervously I stand in the baggage claim with a sign
that reads: The Sexy Gabe ready to hold it high as soon as I see him at the top of the escalator. I feel like I’ve been standing here looking ridiculous amongst the personal
drivers and other passengers loved ones, and just before I start to rethink my whole idea, I see him appear, my
indecision is erased and my arms fly up holding my sign. He sees me finally and I see as he reads my sign, a slow smile appears it reaches his eyes. I hear a few people behind me gush about the gorgeous man on the escalator and I feel
pride knowing that he’s mine.
Finally, his feet hit the floor and I’m running to him.
It feels like I’m moving in slow motion, and soon I’m
wrapped in his arms and lifted into the air. He hugs me
fiercely and as he brings me down, my body slides down his and I swear he’s got an erection. He kisses me finally and yep… that’s an erection.
“I missed you.” He whispers into my mouth.
“I missed you too.” I whisper back.
We finally separate after a few cleared throats and we head over to the baggage claim area for his plane. On the way back to the house, he sneaks glances at me with a smirk on his face as he drives with one hand on the wheel, the
other with a firm grip on my knee.
One of his interviews in Los Angeles went perfectly
and the other ended up offering the position to another
candidate earlier that morning. We ignored the elephant in the room and made gooey eyes at each other instead. He
seemed at ease, almost giddy while I feel like a thousand
pounds are weighing on my shoulders. I want to live in the moment, but then admitting to Mindy the other night that I did love him, keeps replaying in my mind.
Do I love him? Does he really love me? What are we
really doing here, playing house? We hardly know one
another. Ughh!
I feel like pulling my hair at all the questions ping
ponging in my brain. Gabe must sense it, as he’s now
looking at me with a strange look on his face. As he parks my car in the driveway, he shuts the engine off and turns to me.
“What’s happening in here?” He asks tapping me on
my forehead.
I sigh heavily. “Nothing and everything.” I say
avoiding eye contact.
“Is this about my job interviews?”
“No. Well kinda, okay, yes.” I finally say.
He sighs himself and then gets out of the car. I’m
stilled as to wondering if that was the end of the
conversation, until my door is opened and he’s in the crouching position beside me. He takes my hands and with
his stare commands my attention.
“Do you trust me?” He asks.
“I think I do.” My voice sounds so small.
“Then trust me when I say that I’m adding you into
the equation. I just need you to bear with me for a little bit more. Can you do that?”
I nod as he continues. “I know that’s asking a lot of
you, but I need you to trust me on this, just this, right now.”
I nod again as he leans in to him as he kisses me on
the temple. Still holding my hand he starts to stand and pull me out of the car. Once I’m standing, he pulls me towards
the house and to the front door.
“Your bag.” I say lingering behind.
“My bag can wait, my girl can’t.” He says.
I didn’t have to wait long to figure out exactly what
he met, as soon as the front door closed behind me, he had me against the wall with his hands roaming my body as his
mouth devoured me. My hands trailed leisurely across his
back as he pushes his erection into me and as his hand
&
nbsp; breached the waistband of my pants. His hand dove even
further into my panties and a lone finger drags across my
seam to the tiny bundle of nerves ready to erupt, begging for his attention.
I moan loudly as his thumb circles my nub and his
other finger penetrates me. He plunges one finger in deep
with ease as he kisses me ravenously. My mind is mush as I
ride his hand without any shame until I come. My nails dig into his biceps as I pulse against his magical fingers. My vision comes back into focus again and I notice that he’s
staring at me, I can see desire in his gaze as he licks his lips.
“Watching you come is by far my most favorite
thing to do. Watching you come on my fingers is even
hotter, but you coming on my cock is the best.” He whispers as he nips at my bottom lip.
“Then we better make that happen, and fast.” I say
as he pulls his fingers out of my pants and then brings them to his mouth. I watch as he sucks his fingers with my
glistening moisture coating. His tongue swirls around his
digits as his eyes hold mine. I expel a shaky breath and
slump against the wall.
“I actually don’t think I can move now.” I say
breaking the spell.
He wastes no time, in wiping any residual on his
shirt before picking me up and hauling me over his shoulder as if I weigh nothing. I yelp and playfully slap his butt as he walks us down the hall into the bedroom.
He throws me on the bed and begins removing his
clothing. I hastily remove my clothes as he climbs onto the bed. There’s nothing sexy about the way we discard our
clothes other than the fact that we’re both in a rush to be naked with another. He fists himself and gives himself a few strokes as he approaches me. I spread my legs and welcome
him as he settles in between them and enters me swiftly.
Sounds of skin slapping against skin fills the room for the remainder of the evening that I wouldn’t be surprised if we didn’t sleep.
C H A P T E R
Seventeen
The front door slamming wakes me and I hear
footsteps in the hallway. Groggily, I roll out of bed and put on some shorts and a t-shirt. I leave the warmth of the
bedroom and walk into the kitchen to the smells of coffee
and pine.
I look around and see that in the corner of the living
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