by Lexi Bissen
Swiping a stray hair from across my forehead and kissing my cheek, Gibson stares into my eyes. “Are you still sure?” he asks.
“What would you do if I said no? I mean, we are pretty far gone now.”
We both laugh, but then Gibson gets serious. “No matter what, I want you to be comfortable and ready. If you say you want to wait, I’ll admit, it would be painful to stop and I’d be sporting the worst case of blue balls in the history of men, but I love you and I want this to be right.”
Grabbing the condom out of his hand, I tear it open with my teeth, hand it to him, and slip off my panties, leaving me bare to him. He never takes his eyes off me the entire time. By the way he settles himself between my legs, I think I’ve convinced him I’m serious.
Cupping my face, he gives me a sweet kiss before rising up on his forearms. “I’m going to go slow, but I want you to tell me if I hurt you at all, okay?” I nod my head and wrap my legs around his waist. “Promise me, Ronnie,” he says with more force this time.
I run my fingers through his hair and settle my hands at the back of his neck. “I promise,” I whisper into his mouth. “But you won’t hurt me. I trust you.”
There are no more words spoken between us. The rest of the night is spent with me loving Gibson and Gibson giving his love right back. I couldn’t have asked for a better night spent with the man I love. After we both exhaust ourselves, we fall asleep, our naked limbs tangled into each other.
All my muscles protest as I roll over, trying to find a comfortable position. Nothing is working. My entire body is sore and whatever I’m lying on is harder than a rock, not helping with the aches. There’s something wet and hot laying on my naked torso and it needs to get off…like now. When I open my eyes, I immediately slam them shut, the sun blinding me.
Memories from last night come back to me: the Ferris wheel, Gibson saying he loves me, me saying it back, watching the stars, having sex with Gibson, and falling asleep in his arms. Turning my head to the left, I open my eyes, being cautious of the bright light all around me. Gibson is lying on my chest, holding onto my waist. He seems so peaceful; his face is relaxed, not a worry line anywhere.
I can’t help myself from running my fingers through his hair and pushing it away from his forehead. He starts to wake, rubbing his scruffy face across my chest. He plants a kiss on the top of my breast and opens his eyes to me.
“Morning, princess.” Man, morning Gibson sounds sexier than everyday Gibson. His voice is deep with sleep and his eyes heavy. I could get used to seeing him like this.
Lifting my head, I lean down and kiss the tip of his nose. “Morning, babe.”
He crawls up my body, kissing across my chest and up my neck on his way. Goose bumps break out across my skin, leaving a trail with every touch of his lips. Once he reaches his destination, he rubs his bottom lip along mine. I shiver at the feel of the metal against me. He knows how much I love that piercing.
I reach up and suck Gibson’s bottom lip into my mouth, running my tongue along it, tasting the metal from the piece of jewelry. He growls and pushes himself up, coming down on top of me. I widen my legs, making room for him, but flinch at the pain I feel when I do it. Gibson notices and immediately goes into worried mode. He, in all his naked glory, pulls the blanket back and starts checking my body.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” He begins searching. For what, I don’t know.
I push him away and grab for the blanket, covering myself. “I’m not hurt, you dummy, just sore.”
A crease forms between his brows and then his eyes widen. He looks down to my bottom half under the blanket. “Oh, you mean…” He points to my nether regions and I nod. Can we just end this humiliating conversation?
Gibson breaks out in a proud smile. “Is it wrong that I’m kind of turned on from you being sore from last night?” His lips pinch together, like he’s trying to hide his smug smile, but failing.
I smack his chest and reach for my discarded clothes tossed in the corner from last night. Gibson laughs and helps me search for them.
“Laugh it up, mister, but that means you don’t get any this morning.” His laughter ends and his face drops. I slip my bra and t-shirt on, then try to get my panties on while sitting down, which is a struggle.
Once I’m completely dressed, I stand up and meet a shirtless Gibson. He’s managed to get his jeans on, but that’s all. He wrings his fingers together as he stares down at them.
“Sorry about making you sore, babe,” he says, then walks up to me, wrapping me in his arms. He’s so cute, I almost don’t want to tell him I was joking.
“I’m just messing with you, rock star. Well, I am a little too sore for any of that, but you don’t need to apologize for it. In fact, I think it’s hot, too.” So, that may not be completely true. No, I’m not a huge fan of my sore muscles or hurting down there, but I love what we did last night—what we shared together as a couple.
Gibson helps me fold and put the blankets back into the truck.
I must have been deep in thought because the next thing I know, Gibson wraps his arms around me and pulls my back into his chest. “Whatcha thinking about so hard over here?” I melt into him.
“How comfortable this is, us being together after only knowing each other for a short amount of time. I like it,” I say to him.
The vibration from his laughter rocks me. “Yeah, I think so, too, baby. Usually I’m rushing to get away from the chicks I bed as fast as possible, but with you, I didn’t want to get up this morning.”
I turn around and smack Gibson in the stomach. “You totally took a beautiful moment and ruined it by bringing up the other women you’ve been with.” I start to head toward the driver’s side, with Gibson following close behind me.
Once we’re in the car, he grabs my hand and brings it up to his mouth for a kiss. “I messed up. I’m sorry, babe.”
I know he’s sorry, but I still don’t like thinking about him and other girls in the same sentence, let alone the same bed. I pat him on the leg and smile. “I’m not mad, so don’t worry. It’s just…hearing about the women you’ve been with, joking or not, isn’t one of my favorite things.”
He nods his head in understanding. “All right, no more joking about them then.”
I lean over and give Gibson a kiss on the lips. Wanting to deepen it, I push myself up onto the center console and run my tongue along his bottom lip, paying extra attention to his piercing in the center. Gibson grabs the back of my head and forces his tongue inside my mouth. Any thoughts of morning breath or rat’s nest hair are completely gone when Gibson holds me like this, kisses me like this. There is a desperation in the way he clutches my hair, trying to get me as close as possible.
After what seems like an eternity, my lips start to tingle. Gibson gets one of his hands up my shirt and pulls down the cup of my bra. I lay my forehead against his, trying to catch my breath. My heart is beating faster than I’ve ever felt before.
“I love you,” I whisper against his lips.
Gibson smiles, kisses each of my cheeks, and then my nose. “I love you, too, princess. I’m happy this shitty move turned out to be the best thing that could have happened to me.”
He speaks my exact thoughts. I love that Gibson is here, but I can’t help but feel like the rug is going to get swiped away from under our feet. No one is this happy…
Thanksgiving break officially begins in less than two hours and I couldn’t be more excited. Having the week off of school is every kid’s dream. The best part is my days will now be free to spend with Gibson. We already have most of the week planned out. River is flying in tonight and staying for the week and Gibson wanted to have all of us, including Allen, take a trip to one of the larger beaches. This is also the week Jerry is flying in and he says there’s a big surprise coming with him. I haven’t been able to stop smiling all day thinking about seeing him on Monday.
The one who has been acting strange is Rodger. I’ve done a good job of avoiding him over
the last month, but I’ve noticed him staring me closely…too closely. Everywhere I go, I feel like I’m being watched and usually look around to find Rodger glaring in my direction. A chill forms on my skin at the thought. I haven’t brought up my concerns to Gibson, because I know my boyfriend will say something about it. The last thing we need is drama, especially since we’ve been able to slide under the radar since we officially became a couple.
While Allen and Dan are the only ones in town who know about our relationship, I’m thinking about telling my parents this week. Gibson has been living here for two months now and it is obvious he’s not here to cause trouble like my dad thought. Though, my parents aren’t aware when I say I’m going somewhere with Allen, Gibson is there most of the time, too…or when I tell them I’m staying the night at Allen’s and really I’m going to Gibson’s since Dan’s working an overnight shift. If my dad knew that, he’d probably kill Gibson.
We only have three more classes until our break officially begins. With lunch ending, I break away from Gibson and Allen to make my way to the restroom. After finishing business, I head toward our American Government class. As I’m getting closer to the end of the hallway, a hand comes out of nowhere and grabs me around the waist. I go to scream, but another hand covers my mouth.
I try to get into a position where I can hit this jerk in the nuts, assuming my attacker is male, but when I turn around, I’m staring into the green eyes of the man I love…well, maybe not at this moment. Reaching out of Gibson’s hold, I smack him on the arm.
“What were you thinking, you douchebag? I was about to make it so you can never have kids when you’re older.” I look around, checking to see if there are any lingering students, and then grab Gibson’s hand, bringing him further away from the front of the hallway. The last thing I want is to bring attention to us, but trying to sound angry and whispering is not that threatening.
He laughs and goes to grab me again, but I plant my hand on his chest and raise my eyebrow in warning. “Aw, come on, princess. I just wanted to see you before we go to class. You’ve been busy this week and we haven’t seen each other much.”
Guilt washes over me. He’s right, I’ve been too busy with Chili’s and homework to spend much time with him this week. Allen’s mom has been working the night shifts, so he’s taken her car to school since I’ve woken up late too many times. That means I haven’t seen Gibson as much as I would like to since he was driving with Allen. These late night shifts are starting to wear on me.
I remove my hand from Gibson’s chest and circle my arms around his waist, hugging him tight. “I’m sorry. I know I’ve been busy, but just think, next week, you get me all to yourself.”
“Yeah, only a few more hours.”
Grabbing my face between his hands, Gibson drags his lips against mine. He slips his tongue into my mouth and I clutch onto his shirt, letting out a moan. I’ve missed the feeling of his lips on mine and his hands running up and down my body. I pull his body against mine, trying to get as close as possible with our clothes on.
A throat clears in the distance, but I ignore it and continue mauling Gibson with my mouth. When that same throat clears, I realize we’re in school…and someone caught us.
I bury my head in Gibson’s chest, too afraid to see who it is. If I’m lucky, it will be Allen coming to look for us…though I doubt it. Lifting my head, I look over Gibson’s shoulder and find the situation has just gotten much, much worse.
“Well, isn’t this just fucking cute?” Rodger spits out, disgust on his face as he looks between Gibson and me.
I release my grip on Gibson and start to move away, but he keeps a firm hand on my hip, not letting me run.
“Can we help you, Robert?” I elbow Gibson in the side, annoyed that he purposefully said Rodger’s name wrong. I don’t think this is the right time to mess with him. From the look on Rodger’s face, I know this won’t end up well for us.
Rodger’s body tightens and his face goes red. I think if it were possible, steam would be coming out of his ears right about now. His gaze is fixated on Gibson’s hand on my hip. Looking back up at me, his shoulders slump as his body relaxes. “So, you’ll be with this man-whore, but not me? What the fuck, Ronnie? Are you one of his sluts now?” His hateful words make me recoil into Gibson.
Before I can stop him, Gibson jumps in front of me and gets in Rodger’s face. “The fuck you call her? If you knew anything about Ronnie, you’d know she’s the farthest thing from a slut, you prick.”
I grab Gibson’s arm, wrapping myself around it to stop him from doing something he’ll regret. “He’s not worth it,” I whisper, trying to get him to walk away.
Gibson’s muscles are tight, but he seems to calm down at my touch.
“Yeah, well, I thought I knew her, but apparently not. Only a whore would fuck someone like you.” Rodger diverts his gaze to me, looking up and down my body, a sneer taking over his normally smooth features. “How long did it take you to give it up to him, huh? Didn’t take too long for me to get between those legs after that first time. Guessing you fell for whatever bullshit he fed you just like I did. You’re fucking gullible, Ronnie.”
Before I even have a chance to blink, Gibson is out of my hold and grabbing Rodger by the collar of his shirt. “I’m not going to hit you because I know Ronnie wouldn’t want that. But I will warn you. Say all the shit you want about me, but if I hear you say one more thing about that woman, I won’t refrain myself from beating your ass, you got it? You and I both know she’s none of that shit.”
I’ve never had a guy stand up for me like that before. Looking up at Gibson, I think I fall in love with him just a little bit more. Gibson releases Rodger and shoves him away from us. Rodger fixes his collar, trying to play it off like he wasn’t just threatened. “You’re going to regret this,” he pierces me with his gaze, “both of you.” He walks off without another glance, making my body go cold with his final words.
I go to pick up our discarded backpacks and bring Gibson his. “Should we be worried?” I ask.
Grabbing me behind the neck, Gibson kisses me hard on the forehead. “Nah, I wouldn’t be. I doubt that guy would do anything to piss off your brother, right?”
I nod my head. “Yeah…right.” Although, I’m not sure I fully believe it.
The voice over the intercom announces the arrival of River’s plane. I begin fixing my hair and smooth down my blouse, making sure there aren’t any wrinkles. Gibson laughs from where he’s standing beside me.
“Princess, if I weren’t confident in our relationship, I may be worried that you’re fixing yourself up for my friend.” He raises an eyebrow, questioning me.
I stop running my fingers through my hair and intertwine Gibson’s fingers in mine. “Don’t worry, babe, I only have eyes for you.” I reach up and kiss him on the cheek, only to have the moment ruined by someone next to us making a gagging noise. Nothing like my best friend being immature.
“I cannot tell you guys how happy I am that there will be another person to add to our little group this week. Being the third wheel around you two horny teens has been torture,” Allen says in an over-the-top sigh for dramatic effect.
Gibson and I both laugh at him. “Don’t worry, man, we’ll find you someone.” I love how comfortable Gibson is with Allen’s sexuality. You can tell by their friendship and how easygoing Gibson is that he truly likes Allen, unlike the boys we go to school with who are uncomfortable around him, but would never say so.
Rolling his eyes, Allen waves off Gibson’s offer. “I’ve given up hope on finding myself a hunk in this town. Unlike my bestie, there’s no celeb coming here for me. Itty got lucky with that.”
“Just you wait until we’re away at college together. Hunks will be throwing themselves at you left and right. You won’t know what to do with all of them.”
Gibson nods. “She’s right, man. If I weren’t straight and in love with this shorty right here, you’d probably be my type.”
Allen
stares with his mouth slightly open at the two of us and then gives me a harsh look. “See what you did, Itty? You had to flaunt your sexiness around and draw him into you. If it weren’t for you, Gibby and I could be sipping iced teas with our asses in the sand.”
Before I can say anything to him, a very large man covered in tattoos up to his neck walks up behind Allen. My instincts tell me to get as far away from this guy as possible, but when I look at his face, his wide, bright smile is nothing but welcoming. And it’s directed toward Gibson and me.
“You really weren’t shitting me, man,” he says, smiling at the two of us.
I look up at Gibson, confused by what this guy is talking about. Instead of answering my unspoken question, Gibson detaches himself from me and walks over to the stranger, pulling him in for one of those guy hugs where they slap each other on the back.
This must be River Miller, and he is nothing like what I expected. From what Gibson told me, I imagined River being the artsy type, maybe wearing thick-framed glasses and colored skinny jeans. The man before me is nowhere close to artsy. Even though they aren’t related, River and Gibson look very similar. Both are tall with dark hair, but while Gibson’s is long on top, River’s is short all around. River is also much more built and has sparkling blue eyes, not green like Gibson’s. He’s wearing a button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, exposing the ink covering his forearms and hands. There’s a small bit of color coming from the top of his collar too, so I can imagine his torso is just as colorful as his arms.
If I were passing this man on any given day in public, I might feel threatened. But his smile puts you at ease and makes you feel like you can trust him. I guess it’s true what they say about never judging a book by its cover.
River comes over and scoops me up in a big bear hug. “It’s great to finally meet the girl my boy has fallen in love with.” My cheeks heat at his words.
