All We Know (A Novella)

by J. M. Walker

  “I’m not really into the drinking thing. And the girls we met up with were a little too immature for me. James likes the one. But all they talked about was partying and shopping.” Gabe rubbed his jaw. “Not my thing.”

  “I can understand that.” Gabe had grown up with an alcoholic father. It only made sense that he wasn’t a drinker. “I never did the whole partying thing. Even when James was old enough to take care of himself. It wasn’t my thing either.”

  “Randy was a drinker,” Gabe added.

  “He was. Still is. I don’t mind if people drink and party but when that takes priority over taking care of your kids, that’s where I draw the line.”

  “Understandable. He’s a dick.”

  I laughed. “He is but I won’t bad talk him in front of James.” As much as Randy and I didn’t get along, he was still my son’s father.

  “That’s because you’re a decent human being.”

  I smiled. “Well thank you. I try. We all have our moments though.”

  “We do.”

  Silence fell between us until the movie ended and another one started. I rolled onto my side, suddenly aware that I was in just shorts and a tank top.

  Gabe inched closer to me.

  “What are you doing?” I asked, my eyes wide.

  He pulled the blanket off the back of the couch and spread it over both of our laps, shielding us from James if he so happened to wake up from his drunken stupor.

  “I think you know what I’m doing, Lynne. It’s quite obvious, isn’t it?” His hand inched beneath the blanket. When his fingers came into contact with the back of my bare leg, I jumped.

  “Gabe,” I whispered.

  “Shhh…James is drunk, but we don’t want to wake him up, now do we?” Gabe’s voice was low, his fingers brushing back and forth over my skin.

  I should have pushed him away. I should have jumped from the couch and screamed for him to stop touching me, knowing it wasn’t right. I should have done a lot of things in life but for once, I found myself wanting to live on the edge. Hell, forget the edge, I wanted to jump off of it and right into my son’s best friend’s arms.

  My gaze landed on my sleeping son. He was passed out in the recliner only a few feet away from us. The movie was playing, the sound loud enough that he wouldn’t hear Gabe’s and my conversation from where he sat.

  I took a deep breath, rolling further onto my side. I knew I should have worn pajama pants instead of the shorts I had on, but I never thought that Gabe would be touching me like this.

  We continued watching the movie. I wasn’t even sure what was playing anymore. All I could focus on was the fact that my son’s best friend was touching me.

  His fingers slid up the back of my thigh, reaching the crease beneath my ass.

  My breath caught. My skin vibrated over my bones. My gaze flicked to James. He was still sound asleep in the recliner across the living room. His chest rose and fell, soft snores leaving him.

  “Focus on me, Lynne.”

  I swallowed hard, Gabe’s deep voice travelling over every inch of me.

  His fingers inched beneath the fabric of my shorts, his knuckles running over my bare skin. A low grunt left him. I wasn’t sure if it meant he was satisfied with what he felt or if it meant something else, but either way, it gave me some sort of power. I felt in control for just a moment.

  Rolling over onto my back, I met his gaze.

  He gave me a small smirk. His fingers slipped between the folds of my center, the tips running over my clit.

  My heart pounded in my ears, my chest rising and falling with ragged breath.

  Keeping his gaze locked on mine, he slowly inserted a finger inside of me.

  A soft sigh left me.

  His smile grew. His eyes twinkled, desire and heat burning in the dark irises.

  His finger pumped slowly in and out of me. As much as I wanted to demand for him to do more, I reveled in the way he was making me feel. For someone so young, his touch made my thighs tremble.

  He pulled his finger out of me, replacing it with two.

  I bit my lip to keep from crying out.

  Gabe wouldn’t look away from me, his touch singeing into my skin.

  Getting a moment of clarity, I reached beneath the blanket. “Gabe.” I grabbed his hand that was between my legs. “I…” Should we stop? Was that what I wanted?

  He turned his full body toward me, a dark shadow passing over his face. He pulled his hand from between my legs. In a rough move, he ripped my shorts down my legs.

  “What are you doing?” I demanded as loud as I could without waking up James.

  “First, I am going to finger fuck you.” He pulled the blanket off of my lap, his eyes dropping to my waist before meeting my gaze. “Then I’m either going to shove my cock down your throat or just fuck your pussy. Not sure yet. Depends on how much sass you give me.”

  I sat up. “Is that so? You can’t do any of that if I say no.”

  A wicked grin formed on his face. “You can’t tell me you don’t want more. You can’t tell me that you’re not curious. You also can’t tell me that your cunt isn’t soaked right now.”

  Before I could protest, his hand was back between my legs. “Tell me you don’t want me.”

  I glared at him, the passion igniting between us. “I don’t want you.”

  He leaned forward, cupping my cheek with his free hand while keeping the other between my thighs. “Tell me to stop and we’ll go back to watching the movie.”

  I searched his face for a sign that he was kidding. That he didn’t actually want to do this and mess around with someone who was thirteen years older than him.

  “Tell me,” he grit out through clenched teeth. Slipping a finger back inside of me, he pumped his hand hard and deep against me.

  My eyes rolled into the back of my head.

  A deep chuckle sounded in my ear.

  My eyes popped open.

  Gabe was leaning over me, his gaze hard and determined.

  Pushing him away, I pulled up my shorts and left the couch. As much as I wanted to continue, I wasn’t doing this in front of my son. I didn’t want to take the chance that he would wake up.

  As soon as I reached the hallway, the hair on the back of my neck tingled. I looked over my shoulder, finding Gabe following me. From this spot, James couldn’t see us unless he actually woke up and came down the hall.

  I backed up until I hit the wall.

  Gabe closed the distance between us, placing his hands against the wall on either side of my head. “I’m going to fuck the innocence out of you.”

  Lynne

  A breathless laugh left me. “I had James when I was fifteen. I’m not that innocent.”

  Gabe smirked. “Turn around.”

  I swallowed hard, doing as I was told.

  He brushed his fingers along the back of my neck, pushing my hair out of the way. His fingers were soon replaced with his mouth.

  I sighed, leaning into him.

  “Tell me how long it’s been,” he murmured, his lips never leaving my neck.

  “Too long.”

  “Tell me.” His hands roamed down my sides before dipping beneath the hem of my shorts.

  “Six months,” I answered, rocking into him.

  “Random fuck?” Gabe cupped my jaw, while diving his other hand into my shorts.

  I almost wished they would have been tighter. So it would make him work harder for it.

  “Yeah.” It had been the only one night stand I had ever experienced. And it was something I would never do again. No matter how much I wanted to be used for the night, I would rather my hands than to have to deal with the awkwardness the next morning.

  “You won’t need random fucks anymore, Lynne.” Gabe hooked his fingers into the waistband of my shorts and pulled them low enough until they sat just below my ass. “I’ll be the only thing you need. The only thing you crave.” He sunk his teeth into my shoulder. “You got me?”

  I let out a slow
breath.

  A heavy hand cracked against my ass.

  I yelped, trying to jump away from him but was stuck against the wall and his hard body.

  “I asked you a question.” His fingers dipped between my thighs, running over my hot flesh.

  “Yes, I got you,” I panted, pushing back into him.

  I was still very much aware that James was passed out on the recliner. But no matter how much I knew this shouldn’t be happening, especially not out in the hall for him to see, I couldn’t stop Gabe.

  A tinfoil wrapper sounded, followed by a zipper lowering. I shivered, knowing what was about to happen.

  Gabe lowered my shorts a bit more. “Stick your ass out for me,” he demanded, his voice low and guttural.

  I did as I was told at the same time he thrust into me. I gasped, my eyes going wide at the unexpected invasion on my body. His thrusts were deep and hard, his pelvis slamming into me each time. He grunted, digging his fingers into the cheeks of my ass and spread me open.

  I pushed back against him, meeting him thrust for every delicious thrust. “Please.”

  He held the back of my head, pushing me face-first into the wall and picked up speed with his hips.

  My thighs trembled, a fast release rushing through me.

  He grunted his approval but never let up. With his other hand, he slipped it to my center and slipped two fingers into me while he kept fucking me with his cock.

  I whimpered, arching into him and taking him even deeper.

  His hips slowed, his mouth finding the back of my neck. When his teeth sunk into my skin, another orgasm rocked through me.

  I sighed, my knees shaking at how quick he could make me come.

  Much to my surprise, he released me and spun me around.

  Without him having to ask, I dropped to my knees and removed the condom from him before taking him into my mouth.

  He groaned, his hands latching onto my hair. He guided me up and down the length of him. The tip of his cock bumped the back of my throat, forcing tears to my eyes and making me gag.

  He smirked, thrusting even harder between my lips. A few more pumps and his release shot down the back of my throat.

  I moaned, licking up every drop and swallowing his orgasm.

  He shivered, pulling from my lips once he calmed down.

  Gabe helped me to my feet and righted his pants.

  I pulled up my shorts and reached out for his hand.

  His eyebrow rose.

  He no doubt wondered what I was doing. I wasn’t sure myself, but I knew that I wanted more. I started walking to my bedroom, pulling him along with me. Once we stood outside my door, he leaned down and brushed his mouth along the shell of my ear. “You sure?”

  I opened the door, backed up a step and started stripping.

  His dark eyes watched me the whole time. He came toward me and kicked the door closed. Once he had the lock in place, he was on me.

  ***

  (Gabe)

  I had a crush on Lynne for as long as I could remember. She was beautiful, smart, and perfect. I didn’t give a shit about the age difference. She could have been twenty years older than me and I still would have wanted her.

  But now, with her laying on the bed and her feet by her ears, she was in the perfect position.

  “Gabe,” she whispered, staring up at me with wide eyes.

  I ran my hand back and forth over her dripping center. Gave it a few light taps and watched her tremble and squirm.

  When I had hinted for more in the first place, I almost expected for her to turn me down. But when she didn’t, I took advantage of it.

  “Please.”

  Lynne’s pleas pulled me from my thoughts.

  “Did his father ever make you feel this good?”

  She chewed her bottom lip, shaking her head quickly. “He wasn’t a fan of sex. I found out it was because he was fucking everyone else but me.”

  “Fucking bastard,” I growled and lowered my mouth to her pussy.

  She sighed.

  Pushing against her thighs, I opened her even more for me. She was completely exposed, showing me every inch of her. I ran my tongue from her tight little asshole, up to her clit before giving it a gentle bite.

  She yelped.

  “You’re fucking delicious.”

  She gave me a big smile. The biggest I had seen on her face in a long time.

  Slipping two fingers inside her, I sucked her clit between my lips.

  Her thighs trembled and shook, soft sounds of pleasure leaving her mouth.

  “So fucking delicious.” Running my thumb over the tight little rim, I licked up the cream dripping from her center. “Have you ever been fucked in the ass?”

  A hard laugh left her. “No.”

  “Good.” I wanted to experience firsts with her. I wanted to show her that not all men were like her ex. Truth was, I had been in love with her for as long as I could remember. But there was no way I could tell her that. Not now. Maybe not for a while. But it would happen. I would prove to her that age was only a number and that we were good for each other.

  I pulled a condom from my back pocket and brought it to her mouth.

  She ripped it open with her teeth and sheathed me.

  I shivered when her hands came into contact with my cock. Beating the head against her pussy, I rubbed it over her clit.

  She moaned.

  Covering her mouth with mine, I slid into her in one smooth move. I swallowed her cries, drank in her pleasure and let the passion completely take over.

  Lynne

  I woke the next morning to a hard body wrapped around me. Gabe cupped my breast, his heavy cock resting against the seat of my rear. His leg was curled over mine and he was breathing deep and even.

  I hadn’t woken up next to a man in a long time. It was nice and scary all at the same time. I wasn’t sure what Gabe wanted out of this, but I knew that eventually, we would have to come clean to James.

  I played out the scenarios in my head. How would he react? Would he be pissed, or would he approve? I wasn’t sure. I liked to think that I knew my son but at the same time, I had never slept with his best friend until now.

  I sighed, rolling onto my side.

  Gabe groaned, pushing his waist into me. “Too early, babe.”

  “It’s almost nine,” I told him, glancing at the clock.

  He pulled me further beneath him. “Don’t care.”

  A husky laugh left me. “I forgot that you’re not a morning person.”

  “Nope.” He kissed my shoulder, rolling my nipple between his fingers.

  “I should get up.” It wasn’t unheard of for Gabe to spend the night. But he usually stayed in James’s room. Hopefully James wouldn’t ask too many questions.

  “Not yet.” Gabe ran his hand down my spine before delving between my thighs.

  I jumped when he came into contact with my swollen center.

  I turned my head toward him, spreading my legs.

  He kissed my nose. “Come for me, baby.” He ran his fingers over my clit, rubbing back and forth until I was trembling.

  I bit the pillow to keep from crying out when a fast orgasm hit me.

  Gabe wrapped his arm around me and pulled me against him. He lined the tip of his cock up with my center.

  “Please,” I whispered.

  “I want you bare.” He licked up the side of my neck. “Let me fuck you with no condom.”

  I shivered at the desperation in his voice. “Yes. Now. Please.”

  He cupped the back of my thigh and thrust into me.

  I gasped.

  “Fucking hell.” He stopped, letting me get used to the size of him in this position.

  “Move, please move.”

  He pushed me onto my stomach and towered over me. Cupping the back of my neck, he shoved me face-first into the pillow before pulling from my body. “Ready?”

  I shivered at the growl in his deep voice. “Yes.”

  He thrust into me so damn hard,
a fast release rocked through me.

  He grunted, proud of himself at how quick he could get me off. “Keep coming for me, baby.”

  I bit the pillow, my thighs shaking as he pounded into me with a brutal force I felt right down to the marrow of my bones.

  “God, Gabe.”

  He chuckled, leaning over me and kissed the spot behind my ear. “Your pussy feels so fucking good. Nice way to wake up.”

  A breathless laugh left me. “Your cock is nice and hard.”

  “Hmmm…for you.”

  Gabe used me for the next hour, taking everything he wanted and gave it back to me tenfold.

  After a couple more orgasms and a bite here and there, we took a shower and got ready for the day.

  It was still early so I didn’t think James would be up yet but when I left my room, he was coming down the hallway. I quickly shut the door before Gabe and I got caught.

  “Morning, sweetheart.”

  James smiled down at me and gave me a quick hug. “Morning, Mama.”

  “Sleep well?”

  He nodded. “Did Gabe go home last night?”

  “He did. He was going to come over for breakfast. I’m just going to get ready.” I was shocked at how quickly the lie rolled off of my tongue. But before James could ask any more questions, I slipped back into my room.

  Gabe was sitting on the edge of my bed, a deep frown settled between his brows.

  “We can’t do this again,” I blurted, leaning against the door.

  “Lynne.”

  I couldn’t meet his gaze for fear that I would fall back into the depths of his dark eyes.

  “This was a mistake,” I said more to myself than to Gabe. I wasn’t sure who I was trying to convince. Probably myself.

  But it didn’t matter. “We can’t do this again,” I repeated.

  “Are you sure about that?” Gabe slid off the bed and came toward me. Once he reached me, he placed a hand on the wall beside my head. He ran his fingers down my arm before linking them with mine. “Did you not enjoy yourself? I seem to recall the many times you screamed out my name.”

  My cheeks burned. “As amazing as it was.” And it was truly amazing. Randy had never made me feel the way Gabe had. Hell, none of the guys I had been with, were as good as him. “We shouldn’t do this again.”