Love Me Like You Do: Books That Keep You In Bed

by Fields, MJ

  For the past few weeks, he has been so patient with me. Never taking more than I have been willing to give. Never pushing. But I think my declaration at lunch just gave him permission to take the lead, and I find that I want him to. I want him. I want to feel him. All of him.

  I reach between us, and I glide my hand down the front of his pants. I feel him hard against my palm, and I start to stroke him. He lets out a gurgle and breaks his mouth from mine.

  Then, he places his forehead to mine and whispers against my lips, “Damn, baby. I want you so bad right now. I wish I didn’t have to go back to the office. I would pick you up and carry you to my car and drive us straight to my house and make love to you until we both dropped from exhaustion.”

  My breath hitches at his words, and my body wants to start moving again.

  “But I can’t,” he adds, his words dripping with remorse. “I have a meeting I have to attend, and I am not gonna be inside you for the first time in the sauna at the club. Honestly, I’m about to come in my pants like a sixteen-year-old.”

  I giggle up at him.

  “You think that’s funny, huh?” he says as he swipes a piece of hair out of my eyes.

  “No, but I guess you’d better let me up, so you don’t have an embarrassing accident on your hands, Mr. Mason.”

  He kisses me hard one more time. Then, he helps me up, and we get dressed again. When he opens the door to exit the sauna, Carlie and her friends are standing outside, waiting to get in.

  Jake ignores the looks on their faces and just takes my hand. He nods in their direction. “Ladies, it’s all yours,” he says and leads me away.

  “So, where have you been?” Dawn asks.

  I settle back into my lounger beside Dawn and Kels, and Jake heads back to work.

  “I told you I was going in to grab lunch with Jake.”

  “Yeah, you did, and Mr. Cloniger came by looking for you. He said something about an instructor canceling and needing you to take on a youth group class tonight or something, so I went to get you, and you were nowhere to be found. That was forty-five minutes ago ,” she informs me.

  Crap. Busted.

  “I don’t know. We took a walk.”

  “Uh-huh. Sure, you did. Is that why you are blushing from head to toe right now?” Kelsey teases.

  “Okay, so maybe we took a detour into the sauna for a quick make-out session before he had to leave.” I look over at their grinning faces. “Happy now?”

  “We will be as soon as you spill some hot details on us ,” Dawn adds.

  They both look at me expectantly.

  “Not gonna happen here, guys. Big ears everywhere.”

  Kelsey starts pouting, and I promise to fill them in later. The pool is starting to get crowded with all the parents showing up with their children after school, so we decide to pack up and head home. Carlie and her friends walk past us as they claim a couple of loungers down from where we were. I look back, and I see the anger on her face, directed right at me. I know that she is going to be a problem. I just know it.

  Twenty-Two

  Gabby - Past

  I lock myself in the bathroom with the phone grasped tightly in my hand. I splash some cold water on my face and try to calm down. I don’t know what is wrong, but something definitely is. I can feel my heart racing, and I’m burning up. Dante is refusing to take me home. He says I just need to eat something, and I’ll be fine, but I don’t think so. I ate quite a bit at dinner, which was only an hour or so ago, and the two drinks I have had since we arrived should not be hitting me this hard. Maybe I had bad pork empanadas at Havana Central. My skin is crawling, and I feel a little dizzy.

  I look at the phone in my hand and try to think of who to call. I don’t know many numbers by heart. Everything is stored in my phone, which is in my purse that Dante locked in his trunk. I try Nicco’s number. That one I know. He is going to be upset that I’m calling so late, but I know he will come get me. The call goes straight to voicemail. Damn it. I am not going to call 9-1-1. That would be overreacting. I decide to call the only other number I know by heart.

  “Hello?” His sleepy voice comes over the line.

  “Cross,” I say hesitantly.

  “Gabby? What time is it? Did you get a new number?”

  I let out a little sob of relief.

  “What’s wrong?” He sounds more alert now. “Talk to me, baby. Are you okay?”

  “No.”

  “Are you hurt?” I can hear him rustling around now, like he is up and dressing.

  “I don’t think so”—I sniffle—“but I don’t feel right.”

  “Where are you?”

  “I don’t know. I came to a party in SoHo with Dante. We have been here about an hour, I think, and something is wrong. I’m dizzy, and my heart is racing. He doesn’t want to leave and he won’t let me leave by myself and my phone is in my purse in his car in the parking garage. I grabbed the phone off the wall downstairs and came to the bathroom upstairs to splash some cold water on my face, but it is not helping. I only know your number and Nicco’s number, and he isn’t answering his cell.”

  “What do you mean, he won’t let you leave?”

  “I told him I didn’t feel well and wanted to call a cab to go home, and he said I just needed to eat and that he wouldn’t call a cab for me to leave alone this late because it’s not safe or something.”

  “Fuck.”

  “Cross?”

  “Gabby, I’m on my way. Don’t leave that bathroom. Stay locked in there, okay?”

  “How will you find me?”

  “I will; trust me. Baby, stay locked in there. Do not leave that bathroom. I have to hang up now.”

  “No, please don’t hang up,” I cry into the phone.

  “I have to let you go, so I can make a call to someone who can help me find you.”

  “What if you can’t find me?”

  “I promise you, I will.”

  “Please hurry.”

  “I promise I will get there as fast as I can. Stay locked in that bathroom, and don’t come out until you hear my voice.”

  He hangs up, and my legs start to shake, so I sit on the floor with the phone clutched in my hand. After about twenty minutes or so, a banging starts on the door.

  “Gabby, what’s taking you so long in there?”

  It’s Dante. I knew it would not be long before he started missing me and came searching.

  “I don’t feel very good.”

  “Are you getting sick? Open the door.”

  “I think I need to go home now.”

  “Okay, come out, and I’ll call down for my car.”

  “Really? I thought you didn’t want to leave.”

  “I’ll take you home, and I’ll come back.”

  For some reason, I don’t like that idea. Alone in a car with him is not something I want right now.

  “Can we just call me a cab?”

  He doesn’t say anything for a few minutes. Then, he relents. “Okay, come on out, and we will go downstairs and call a cab for you.”

  Relieved, I stand up, and I hide the phone in the bathroom drawer. I don’t want him to know I freaked out and tried to call my brother. When I open the door, he is standing there in the hall, looking very put out. I am sure this is not the date night he had in mind, and for a moment, I feel a little guilty for ruining his night.

  “I’m sorry our evening is ending this way. I really don’t know what’s happening. Maybe I ate something bad at dinner.”

  He comes closer and starts to stroke my hair out of my face. “Maybe. You know, my friend offered us a room here for the night, and I think, if you just lie down for a little while, you might start to feel better.”

  “That’s nice of him, but honestly, I just want to go home and go to sleep in my bed.”

  “You can sleep here. I will hold you all night, and I will take care of you. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

  It does sound nice. He is stroking my arms up and down now, and it feels a
mazing.

  “I can rub your back,” he says as he slides his hands behind me and starts to trail them up and down my back, kneading lightly, “and other things.”

  “I … maybe … another time? I don’t think I’m going to be much fun tonight,” I protest as I actually arch into his touch.

  “I disagree, baby. I think you are going to be a lot of fun tonight,” he growls as he nips at my earlobe.

  Why is he being so difficult? It’s one ruined date. We can go out another night.

  I pry myself out of his hold. His hands are distracting me, and I keep losing my train of thought.

  “Come back here, Gabby, now,” he demands in a low, angry voice.

  Confused by his anger, I slowly step back to him, and he grabs my arm and wrenches it behind my back. It hurts, and I let out a surprised yelp. Then, he backs me against the wall.

  “I have been chasing you for years now. Ever since you teased me with your little show at the hot springs. Do you know how many nights those pink lacy bra and panties of yours have haunted me?”

  He has me pinned with his hot breath on my face. It smells of vodka and makes my stomach turn.

  “Now, I finally have you right here, and in a few more minutes, when the ecstasy your drinks were laced with kicks in, you are going to let me do all the dirty things I have been fantasizing about to you, and the best part is, you are going to enjoy every single depraved thing.”

  “What? You drugged my drinks?”

  He smirks. “Baby, you asked for those drinks, and everyone here knows the drinks are laced with X,” he says as he skims his hand down my side.

  My own body betrays me, and I shiver because it feels so good.

  “I did not know. Please, let me go. We can finish our date another night. I promise.”

  He continues to caress my body and starts to move my hair, so he has access to my neck.

  “Please, Dante, you said you would call me a cab. Please let me go home.”

  “Mmm,” he says as he presses even closer to me, “I like it when you beg, baby. That sweet little mouth of yours will be begging me all night long.”

  Then, he takes his hand from my side and moves it under my dress. I am paralyzed with fear.

  “What do we have here?” he asks as he glides his fingers between my thighs. “Oh, your panties are soaked. I think our party favor is starting to kick in.”

  I moan, and I’m so embarrassed by my reaction to his touch.

  “I love that sound. Tell me, Gabby, are your panties pink tonight?”

  He licks my neck, and I try to bring my hands up to scratch his face.

  “Uh-uh-uh, you can scratch your nails down my back later while I’m inside you,” he says as he grabs both hands and pins them above my head and returns his other hand under my dress. He hooks his finger in my panties and is just about to pull them down.

  “Stop. Please stop and let me go. I don’t want this,” I whisper.

  “Oh, but you do,” he says as his finger slips under the silk and I shudder, “your body is telling me something different. You’re so wet for me, Gabby.”

  His groans as his finger starts to enter me, I freeze and squeeze my eyes shut. Panic locks my limbs in place as he continues his assault.

  That is when we hear footsteps thundering up the stairs.

  “Listen to her fucking words and get your fucking hands off of her!” Cross roars.

  Dante immediately grabs me and throws me down behind him. I catch myself at an awkward angle and cry out in pain as my head hits the table in the hallway, and my arm is twisted beneath me. I reach up and feel the blood trickling down my forehead. Cross dives for Dante. He is murderous, and for a second, I’m scared he is going to kill him. He keeps repeatedly hitting him, and Dante fights back as best he can, but he is no match for Cross’s fury.

  I want to leave. I want to leave now. I need Cross to take me home.

  I start to cry out his name just as other people from the party come rushing up the stairs. One of the girls comes to help me up up, and a couple of the guys pull Cross off Dante. He jerks away from them and comes for me. He picks me up in his arms and starts to carry me down the steps.

  As he passes the guy who lives at the condo, he says, “You will answer for this.”

  The guy throws his hands up and pleads, “Cross, man, I had no idea he was feeding her X without her knowledge, I swear to God.”

  Cross just barrels past him, and as we get to the bottom of the steps, Dante manages to get up.

  He yells down to us, “She wanted it. Her panties are so wet; she was begging for me to touch her.”

  I tuck my face into Cross’s neck and cling tighter to him.

  He turns back, and I whimper, “Please don’t. I just want to go home.”

  “I will deal with you later, Calvacanti. Don’t think this is over.”

  * * *

  I’m aching in the front seat of Cross’s car. I have no idea how he found me, and at the moment, I don’t care. My skin is too hot, and the air conditioner blowing on my body is a sweet agony. I can’t make the throbbing between my legs stop, and I can feel every single droplet of sweat sliding down my back. It’s a wonderful and an awful feeling.

  When we pull into Cross’s driveway, I’m barely out of the car and up his front steps before I’m pulling at the straps of my dress. Off. I have to get it off now.

  Cross gets the door open, and I burst inside and kick my shoes to the side. Then, I drop my dress to the floor. He gathers my things as I climb onto his bed. I lie there, almost hyperventilating. I want to crawl out of my skin. It’s too much.

  He comes over with a bottle of water. “Here, Gabby, you need to drink this. The X is going to dehydrate you.”

  I moan as I take the cool bottle and rub it on my stomach. It feels good. I am so hot. I want to roll the bottle all over me.

  “No, baby.” He takes it from my hands and opens it. “You have to drink it.”

  I sit up a little and let him bring the bottle to my lips. I drink it down.

  “That’s it, all of it. Good girl.”

  He starts to get up, and I grab his arm and stop him. He settles back down, then, I climb into his lap.

  “We need to get you in a cool shower, and I want to clean that cut on your head,” he says.

  I start writhing in his lap. I need friction. My body needs friction. I can feel his cock growing hard beneath me, and I sit down hard on his lap. Ahhh. I wrap my arms around his neck to steady myself, and I start moving. He brings his hands to my hips and halts me. I cry out.

  “Please, Cross, please. I need you. Please.”

  I’m out of my mind. I have no idea how much of this drug I consumed, and at the moment, I do not care. I just want the ache to go away.

  “Okay, okay, I’m going to make it better, I promise.”

  He picks me up, and then he lays us both back on the bed. He is beside me with my back to his chest. I protest because I think he is going to try to get me to go to sleep now, and I can’t. I just can’t. I am on fire right now.

  “Shh, baby, it’s okay, I’m going to make it better.”

  He slides his hand down my side, and I groan. The contact feels so good. Better than any touch I have ever had. I back up into him, and he wraps one arm around me, and the other hand continues. He presses his palm between my legs, and I shudder at the pleasure of the pressure against me. He holds it there. Yes, oh, yes, that is exactly where I need him. I start rocking back and forth on his hand, but it’s not enough. I need more.

  I turn my head back to him, and I beg, “Cross, please.”

  “Say it again.”

  “Pleeeease,” I whimper.

  “No, Tesoro. My name. Say my name again.”

  “Cross,” I cry, and he crushes his mouth to mine.

  Our tongues wrestle. I am wild. I bite at his lips and suck his tongue into my mouth with a force that makes him groan loudly down my throat. I’m fighting for him to ease whatever this need is pulsing th
rough me.

  I tear my mouth from his. “Cross, touch me. Oh God, touch me.”

  He places his forehead against mine, closes his eyes, and he lets out a ragged breath. “Baby, I’m afraid, if I do, I won’t be able to stop.”

  “It’s okay if you don’t stop.”

  “No, it’s not. You’ve been drugged, and you don’t want this. You need this, but you don’t want it.”

  “Yes, I do,” I persist. “It’s you, Cross. It’s always been you.”

  He sucks in a breath at my words. Words that I mean. Then, he opens his eyes and searches mine. I can’t wait for him any longer. I reach for his hand, and I place it where I need it to be. I start moving again. All while looking right into his eyes.

  I want this. See how much I want this.

  “Shit.” He gives in, and I feel his fingers slide into my panties.

  Oh, sweet relief.

  He starts sliding his fingers through my wetness, and then he rolls me over, so he can pull my panties down my legs. For a minute, he sits there, just looking at me, and I think he might stop.

  “You are so fucking beautiful, Gabby,” he says hoarsely.

  Then, he spreads my legs wider apart. He runs his nose up my core and breathes in deeply. He hooks one leg over his shoulder and lowers his mouth to me. I feel his tongue run a line right through my folds, and I buck off the bed.

  He brings his hands to either side of my hips to hold me in place.

  “God, you taste better than I imagined,” he whispers against me.

  Then, his tongue does a delicious swirl around my clit, and I cry out. It feels so damn good. He sucks me into his mouth as he inserts a finger inside me, and I swear, I see stars. I start grinding myself into his face, needing more, needing it faster, harder, deeper. He adds another finger and then another, and I explode in his mouth. Like a bomb going off, I scream out his name as I grip his hair tightly and hold him to me. He laps at me, getting every drop, and continues to pump his fingers in and out until I ride my climax to completion.