Forbidden Fruit Vol 2

by Millstead, Kasey

  “Jesus, Sophia. Do you even hear what you’re saying? You know I loved you. Yes, I loved Gabby, too, as a teenager. I love her still as a woman. You, though? You took my love and stomped on it years ago. I’m not doing this anymore. Take the papers and go.” Rick was tired. All he wanted to do was grab Gabby and get the hell out of there. Forever.

  Sobbing, Sophia told him what a big mistake he was making. “Fine. You can keep my daughter. You can stay with her, but you’ll be sorry. You’ll see. You’ll want me back. You’ll both want me back, but I’ll be gone.”

  Ben grabbed the divorce papers and shuffled her out the door, Sophia still mumbling about Rick missing her when she was gone.

  Gabby came out of her bedroom and saw Rick still standing in the doorway looking somewhat relieved, but mostly just tired—maybe even a little defeated. She went to him and wrapped herself around him in a protective embrace. He held onto her like she was his own personal savior. This … this is all I need, he thought.

  ~*~*~*~

  Gabby loved the way Rick’s arms held her close. She rubbed his back, and he rested his chin on her head.

  “I’m sorry, Rick. You know you don’t deserve that. You were a good husband to her. She’s one hundred percent responsible for the way things turned out.” Her worry for him must have been written all over her face. Rick smiled and stroked her hair.

  “Don’t worry about me, sweetheart. I can take it. I think maybe she’s right. I always did feel a connection to you, even back then. In a different way, of course.”

  “Well, I’m feeling a different way about you, too.” Before he could say anything else, Gabby took his hand and led him into the kitchen. “Let’s raid Mother’s liquor, shall we? What do you say? Whiskey?”

  Rick kept his grin well hidden. “Well, I don’t know. You’re not twenty-one yet.”

  “Seriously? You’re going to go there?” The glasses Gabby got down where heavy—lead crystal. She knew Rick liked to use them when he drank his whiskey.

  Bending over to get the liquor out of the bottom cabinet, Gabby made sure to bend extra low so that her short skirt rode up nice and high. She heard a satisfying grunt and knew the beginning of her seduction was working.

  “Gabby.”

  “Yeah?”

  Rick cleared his throat. “Uh, I think you forgot to put on your panties.”

  “Nope. Didn’t forget.” She turned around and walked back over to him, whiskey in hand. The amber liquid had a pleasant woodsy scent as she poured some into the tumblers Rick was holding. She put the bottle down on the counter and took one of the glasses from him, lightly clinking the other in the process. “Cheers.”

  “Uh huh.” Rick was still staring at her short skirt.

  Gabby took a sip and accidentally spilled a drop that landed on her breast. Rick was there before she could put her next move into action. He took her glass from her and backed her up toward the counter.

  “You have no idea what you’re doing, Gabby. If you want to play, we’ll play. Are you sure that’s what you want?”

  Gabby twined her hands around his neck and pushed his shirt open to lick his collarbone. “Umm hmm.”

  His hands went to her waist and pushed her back farther so that she was pressed firmly between his body and the counter with nowhere to go. He was already hard for her, as was evident by the bulge pressing against her belly. “We can’t do this now, Gabby. Your mother could find out. She could come home any time. That’s all we need right now. I don’t think we should do anything again until we’re away from her.”

  “Oh, come on, Rick. Mother doesn’t know. She won’t know.” Gabby’s hands moved to the buttons on her shirt and undid them in record time. Her lacey bra barely covered her nipples, and he could see they were already hard with desire.

  “Gabby, we can’t. I told you, when we make love, I want to take my time. I want you completely naked. I want to love every inch of your body.”

  “So, what’s stopping you?”

  “Where, sweetheart? Where are we going to do that? I’m not going to make love to you in your mother’s bed, and I’m certainly not going to make love to you in the bed you grew up in. No, it won’t work.”

  Gabby wasn’t taking no for an answer. “Okay. I understand.” She lowered her hands again, as if to button up her shirt, and Rick took a step back. In two seconds flat, her top landed on the trash bin and her bra was on the floor.

  “Jesus Christ.” Rick’s mouth was on her in an instant, licking at the spilled whiskey. “God, Gabby. You are so damn beautiful. I love your breasts.” He gently suckled one, and then the other, running his tongue around each nipple, driving Gabby wild. When he finally gave her the love bite she wanted, she called out his name.

  As Rick was worshipping Gabby’s breasts, she took the opportunity to lose the rest of her clothing—which wasn’t much. Her hands fisted in his hair and pulled his head up to hers. She went after his lips with abandon.

  Rick took over and parted her lips with a rough bite of her plump bottom lip. She groaned, letting him know that she liked his rough play.

  As he ran his hands down her body, he realized she was completely naked, while he was still fully dressed. It was highly erotic. He slipped his hands down over her hips. One hand went to grasp her bottom, and one slipped between them to discover how wet she was for him.

  “You’re so wet, Gabby. I want my mouth on you.” Rick kissed and licked every inch of Gabby’s body as he slid down to taste her. As soon as his tongue hit her, she bucked forward, pushing him closer into her scent. It was too much.

  “Rick. Stop. I want to taste you.”

  Rick stopped dead and looked up at her from his position on his knees. “No way. Not yet, Gabby. I’ll come too fast, and I’m not ready. I need more of you.” He stood suddenly, picked her up in his arms, and walked over to the kitchen table. “Do you trust me?”

  Gabby looked at the table and could picture him bending her over it, maybe smacking her ass. Her nipples pebbled even more at the thought. “Of course. I trust you completely.”

  He set her down on her feet and turned her so she was facing the table. When she heard his zipper slide down, she tried to turn back to him.

  “Don’t turn around; just put your hands on the table.”

  Without hesitation, Gabby did as she was told.

  “Now spread your legs.”

  Again, she did as she was told.

  “Fuck.” He took a deep breath and let go of his cock before he finished himself. “Jesus, Gabby. I wish you could see how incredible you look right this minute.” He walked up closer behind her and let his cock rest on the seam of her ass. Gently rubbing up and down, he reached around and caressed her from pussy to breasts.

  Gabby lifted her hands off the table, springing up to arch back against him, whimpering. “Please, Rick.”

  “Shhh. Just relax and feel, sweetheart.” He gently pushed her back down and told her to grab the other end of the table. “Now I want you to hold on there and don’t let go. Okay?” Rick didn’t wait for her to answer. He positioned himself at her entrance. “Spread your legs a little more. Ah, yeah, that’s it.”

  As soon as she spread them, he pushed his cock in, just an inch or so, teasing her.

  “Oh God, Rick. More. More!” Gabby was pushing back, trying to take more of him inside her. He pulled out and slapped her ass, making her cry out.

  “Yes! Oh God, yes.” Elated that she liked his rough play, he slapped her a little harder as he pushed inside her again, going deeper. When he pulled out once again, she growled in protest.

  Running his hand down her back, he calmed her. “Shhh, Gabby. Trust me. I’m going to make this good for you.” Rick was doing his damndest to prolong their enjoyment, but he knew, as soon as he started pumping his cock into her, the end would come swiftly.

  Grabbing his cock in his hand again, he held it against her as he rubbed the thick head over her clit, until she was once again whimpering and begging him for releas
e. “You are still on the pill, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

  “Yes. Please. Please, Rick. I want you inside me. I’ll do anything you say.”

  “Since you asked so nicely …” He slid into her as far as he could go and gave her another sharp slap.

  “Holy shit.” She was panting in earnest now. “Please, Rick. Fuck me!”

  Fuck you? God yes, I’ll fuck you. At those words, he couldn’t stop himself from starting to pump in and out of her in a rhythm that had them both hanging on the edge. He slapped her ass again, and it sent her over. He was barely hanging on and tried to slow his rhythm down, but it was too late. His orgasm was already upon him. He leaned down over her, pushing her into the table and put his hands over hers as he pumped his hips furiously. His orgasm burst from him so quickly, he got lightheaded. “Fuck!”

  She was still shuddering as Rick slowly stroked himself in and out of her wet pussy, milking every last drop from him. Still covering her body, he whispered in her ear. “Perfect. You’re perfect, Gabby.”

  “Jesus, Rick. That was incredible.” After another minute their panting subsided, and Rick slowly straightened up, pulling her with him, still inside of her.

  “I could stay like this forever.”

  “That’s fine with me.” Gabby grabbed his hands and brought one up to her breast, the other up to her lips. She sucked his middle finger into her mouth, swirling her tongue around and around.

  His cock, which had started to go soft, jerked at the sensation and amazingly began to grow hard again. Sliding out a little, just to push back into her, gained him a satisfied moan from her lips that were still wrapped around his finger. “Christ, Gabby. I could take you all night long.” Just to prove it, he pulled out of her, spun her around, picked her up, and drove himself right back into her as he pushed her up against the wall.

  “Oh my God.” Gabby grabbed his shoulders and locked her legs around his waist, sliding herself up and down on his cock. “Yes!” She was panting and moaning at the new sensations rocking her body, driving Rick crazy with unspent lust.

  “You like that?” His hips bucked even harder into her. “You want more?”

  “Yes. More.”

  Rick’s lips latched onto her neck as he continued to drive into her again and again. “I want you to come for me again, Gabby.” He bit down on the sensitive spot at the junction of neck and collarbone.

  “Oh, God. Yes! Don’t stop.” Gabby’s head flew back and cracked against the wall, but she didn’t even notice. Her legs tightened around him as she used the leverage to ride him faster and harder. “Oh, I’m gonna come. Don’t stop.”

  Rick’s breathing was labored as he continued to fuck her hard. His legs were starting to tremble, and he could feel his balls tightening up with his coming orgasm. “Jesus, Gabby. Fuck! God, yes. I’m coming. Fuck, now.”

  With perfect timing, Gabby tightened deliciously around him, taking everything he had to give as she moaned out his name one last time.

  They were both a delightful, sweaty mess as Rick carefully lowered Gabby to the floor. “Holy shit, I can’t breathe.”

  Gabby laughed and struggled to sit up. At the sound of a car pulling into the driveway, they both scrambled weakly to their feet, gathering her clothes off of the floor and counter and trash bin.

  Instead of the guilty feelings Rick expected to come over him, he felt only elation. “Shit. Sophia’s home.” He threw her bra at her and shooed her out of the kitchen. “Go get dressed, you vixen.”

  Gabby gave him a saucy smile and took her time sashaying her way out of the room, her naked bottom taunting him all the way.

  He’d never look at that kitchen table the same way again.

  Chapter Six

  The next morning, Gabby scheduled a couple of appointments to see some apartments on her lunch hour, since she had gotten distracted the night before.

  Her first impression of apartment number one was not favorable. The stucco of the exterior was the color of mud, and there wasn’t a tree to be found. It did have a view of the ocean, but even that couldn’t make up for the lackluster facade.

  “This unit has two bedrooms, one bath, and the laundry facility is one floor down.” Heather, the leasing agent, was more interested in looking at her phone than showing Gabby the apartment.

  “How much is the rent, and what does it include?” San Diego wasn’t cheap, especially the closer you got to the ocean, but Gabby loved it there. She always had and wasn’t interested in looking at any other cities.

  “The rent includes your heat, but not air conditioning or cable. It’s two thousand a month, and you have a guarantee that your rent won’t increase for twenty-four months if you sign a two-year lease by the end of this month. It’s a special they’re running.” She spoke so fast, it was like one long run-on sentence.

  “Okay. Do you mind if I take a walk around the grounds outside?”

  Not bothering to look up from her phone, she responded, ”Sure, that’s cool. If you need me, I’ll be in the office.” She walked to the door and held it open, impatiently waiting for Gabby to walk out ahead of her.

  Outside, the first thing she noticed was the rusted fence around the pool area. Everyone knew things rusted faster in a beach environment, but it sure didn’t give her a warm and fuzzy feeling about the care given to the complex.

  Moving along, she spotted some swings that were hanging unevenly, and a sliding board that had seen better days. The paint of the rocking horses was peeling off and the sandbox had weeds growing in it. She’d seen enough. On to the next stop.

  The next place was worse than the first, and Gabby felt some of the excitement of apartment hunting fade. But she got back in the car and drove to her last appointment of the day.

  The street she drove down was lined with palm trees and small houses. She double-checked the address as she pulled up to an adorable cottage-style beach house. It was a small house that sat on a slight hill, with a small driveway on one side and palm trees on the other. There was only one street and a bike path separating the house from the beach. Still thinking she had the wrong address, she stepped out of the car to see a woman with spiked blonde hair coming toward her, waving.

  “Hi! You must be Gabriella. I hope you didn’t have any trouble finding the place. I’m Kylie. Come on in and take a look around.” Her enthusiasm was just what Gabby needed to brighten up her day after the last two places she’d looked at.

  “I thought I had the wrong address. This place is adorable.” Hope sprang up, and she prayed it was just as nice on the inside.

  “It really is. It’s my aunt’s place. I’d live here myself if I didn’t have two kids. It’s pretty small, but it’s perfect for a single or even a couple.” Kylie kept up a friendly chatter on their way to the door. “The previous tenant just moved out three weeks ago. Aunt Alice had the whole place freshly painted and updated the kitchen counter tops.”

  The deep red color of the front door really stood out from the pale blue of the rest of the house. It was a perfect marriage of colors.

  A large bay window took up most of the house to the right of the door, and to the left was a smaller window with a red flower box under it. Gabby was in love.

  The rest of the house was as great as the outside, from the modern kitchenette to the cozy living room, complete with a small gas fireplace in the corner. Although the master bedroom didn’t have its own bathroom, the shared bath was spacious. The master bedroom itself was large with a view of the ocean, and while the spare room was small, it was more than adequate to meet her needs. And the best part was, there was an ocean view in the front and back since it was the last house on a dead-end street. It was perfect.

  “So? What do you think?”

  “I can’t believe it’s not rented yet.”

  Kylie smiled. “I just listed it last night. Trust me, it won’t stay empty long. The previous tenant moved out of state, but she lived here for almost ten years.”

  “I never did ask you what you we
re charging for rent.”

  “Oh, I’m sorry. I thought we went over that. It was a little crazy this morning. My two year old decided to flush a pair of goggles down the toilet, and my four year old was drawing on her bedroom wall with a Sharpie. It was a stellar morning.”

  “And yet you’re still smiling.”

  “Well, I got the goggles out of the toilet, so no harm, no foul, and the drawings on the wall aren’t half bad.” She laughed and shrugged her shoulders. “There are worse things in life, you know? So. The rent is twenty-eight hundred a month, with a one month security deposit due up front. You’re responsible for all of the utilities also.”

  It was a bit more than what Gabby had planned to spend, but she already knew she was going to take it. Rent in San Diego was steep, especially so close to the ocean. “I can swing that. When can I move in?”

  “Really? Great!” Kylie opened the folder she was holding and handed Gabby a lease agreement. “How about you fill this out, and I’ll call my aunt. She can run your credit and check references and get back to me. She’s very quick, though. It shouldn’t take long.”

  Gabby filled out the paperwork and gave it back to Kylie.

  “Why don’t you have another look around while I call my aunt?”

  “Sure. Thanks. I’ll probably be out on the back deck.”

  Gabby opened the sliding door and stepped out onto the deck and into the afternoon sun. The waves crashing against the shore calmed her, and she felt her eyelids closing as she leaned on the rail. Seagulls added their calls to the sound of the ocean, and she suddenly felt like she was home. She honestly couldn’t remember the last time she felt so at peace. Leaving her mother’s house would be the best feeling of all.

  Gabby turned around at the sound of the slider opening and closing. “It’s so beautiful out here.”

  Kylie’s ever-present smile got brighter as she agreed with her. “I know. I love it, too. I live a couple of blocks over. We love it here.”