by L. Nicole
“Fuck, baby.” I pull out of her slowly. Hissing at the tightness, hating myself because I hurt the one woman who means everything in the world to me.
“Riley, sweetheart, talk to me. Why didn’t you say something? I would have been gentle, so fucking gentle, and made it better for you.”
I glance down at my heavy cock, the shaft coated with proof of her innocence. I hate it and love it at the same time.
Fuck, I’m a mess.
I pull her up into my arms, holding her. “I’m okay, promise,” she whimpers, but I see the tears shining in her eyes.
“No more secrets, not between us,” I practically beg, as she closes her eyes, to gain her composure.
I take the opportunity to kiss them gently.
“No more secrets,” she promises. “I didn’t want you to stop, and I don’t want you to now. Please,” she begs, tightening her legs around my hips.
“Okay, but slowly this time,” I grunt, as I adjust our positions.
“Slowly,” she agrees.
“If I hurt you, you tell me, Riley. We’ll go as slow as you need me to go. I promise. We have all the time in the world, baby.”
“It’s okay, Gabe,” she says, trying to reassure me.
“Promise me, sweetheart.”
“I promise,” she responds, and with her reassurance, I lean down to lick at her nipple. I use my lips and fingers to slowly to reawaken her desire. “Mmm…” she moans. That one humming noise is enough to make me smile. It’s also my cue that she’s ready for more. I let my fingers graze down her abdomen, letting the tips tease her. I bring the pads of my fingers to her sweet little pussy, teasing her, and playing with her clit. When her hips begin to rock toward me, I know the time is finally here.
I position the head of my cock at her entrance, letting my hand pet her thigh, soothing her.
“I’ll go slow, baby,” I promise. She nods her head bravely. I’m going to make this good for her.
Even if it kills me.
Slowly I push inside her tight little cunt, inch by agonizing inch. Her pussy instantly clamps down on my cock, and I can feel her muscles fluttering against my shaft. I force myself to hold still, needing to make sure she’s feeling nothing but pleasure. I reach over and find her hand, bringing it down to where our bodies are joined.
“Gabe,” she gasps, and my gaze locks with hers.
“Feel that baby? Feel how we’re joined? We belong to each other now,” I tell her as I let her fingers slide against the base of my cock and our combined desire.
“I feel it,” she murmurs in awe. Carefully, I take her fingers to her clit and help her to tease herself. Feeling the way her cunt flexes against my cock and her body writhe beneath me is almost too much. “Oh God… I like that. It feels so good,” she moans.
“Fuck, baby, I wish you could see how beautiful you are right now. I can’t believe you’re giving this to me.”
“I need more, Gabe.”
“And I’m going to give it to you,” I promise, before realizing how much I’ve truly fucked this up.
“Christ, I didn’t use protection, Riley.”
“I’m on the pill because of some issues I was having. It’s okay, Gabe. Please, just… I need more,” she moans, her body moving erratically beneath me, trying to thrust out and force my cock inside of her.
Thank fuck, she’s protected. I want her pregnant with my baby, but that’s something we need to discuss together. I don’t want to force Riley into a decision that should be made with love.
I slowly start thrusting, gently and without giving her all of me. I wait until she’s found the rhythm and her cunt isn’t squeezing me so fucking tightly. Then, we truly become one. Riley’s hips rock upward, as I thrust down, as we work seamlessly together—as we were made to do.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good. You’re so fucking perfect,” I growl, fucking her harder now, giving her everything she needs—everything we both need.
“Gabe,” she moans. I lift my gaze from her fingers moving over her clit, to look at her beautiful face. She’s fucking perfection. Her head is thrashing back and forth, her hair tossed about is a messy crown that I want to hold as I fuck her hard from behind. There’s a fine sheen of sweat glistening on her bare skin and I lean down and run my tongue against her neck, needing the taste of it—of her.
“Come for me,” I demand, going even harder and faster. I can tell she’s about to go over the edge and I fuck her hard, needing her orgasm more than I could ever explain.
I snarl out, more animal than man as she comes beneath me, and I feel that heat lick up my spine that signals my release. Jet after thick jet of cum paints the inside of her womb. Riley’s nails bite into my back as she rides out her climax and her greedy pussy drains me dry.
“Wow,” she breathes out.
“That’s only the beginning,” I promise, kissing her lips quickly to seal that vow.
Then, I move to the side, taking her with me, never letting my cock slide out of her. I’m not ready to lose that connection with her. Hell, I may never be ready.
Riley is more than I ever imagined.
She’s everything.
20
Riley
“You should have told me you were a virgin, sweetheart,” Gabe whispers in my ear as he kisses along my neck.
I smile, stretching, my body feeling sore, but amazing at the same time.
“Why?” I ask, yawning, because my man not only satisfied me in a way I never thought was possible—because Gabe is better than my imagination or any dream I could conjure up—but, because for the first time since my rental was destroyed, I feel at peace. I could sleep for hours.
“I would have been gentler.”
I shift so I can turn and look at Gabe, my hand sliding along his face. I look straight into his eyes, wanting him to see the honesty behind my words. I wouldn’t have changed anything. What we just shared…” I break off, not sure I can find the words.
“Perfect,” he says. “What we just shared was perfect.”
“That and more,” I agree. “It was everything I would have wanted my first time to be, if I’d known it could have even been that good,” I laugh.
“That’s a tongue twister, but I think I get it,” he says with a smile. Then, his face goes somber. “I don’t want to ruin the moment—”
“Then don’t,” I tell him, knowing he has questions but not sure I want to answer them.
“I need to know, Riley. If that asshole wants to fuck with you, I need to understand him.”
“He’s psychotic. I’m not sure you can understand people like that Gabe.”
“Is that why you never slept with him?”
I let out a loud sigh. I really don’t want to talk about this, but I guess, with everything we’ve shared and the fact that Gabe being in my life makes him vulnerable to Jerry’s antics, I should. It doesn’t change the fact that I wish we could just hold onto the moment we shared a little while longer.
“Jerry worked at the local hardware store. Being a single woman without a lot of friends, which is who I was back home, isn’t easy. I got this humungous water bill and after doing some inspections, discovered I had a water leak in the crawlspace. I know next to nothing about plumbing, but I’d been laid off for several months and just started my new job. I really didn’t have the budget to hire a plumber—who by the way, charge more than doctors.”
“A plumber works harder in most instances,” Gabe mutters, and I shrug, because he’s right, but that’s beside the point.
“Anyway, I watched a few videos on the internet and thought I’d try to tackle the issue myself. I went to pick up supplies and Jerry offered to fix the leak for me. I was cautious, but he seemed really nice and he didn’t set off warning bells that said he was a psycho.”
“I assume that came later.”
“Yeah. I felt guilty, so I offered to cook him dinner. It was a little boring, but again, no psycho vibes. He asked me to the movies the following week and even th
ough I didn’t sense any chemistry between us, I thought maybe we would become good friends. I lived kind of like a hermit. I went to the store, did my shopping, and went to work. I didn’t really have friends to call on and go out with. I’d spent a lot of time taking care of my mother who battled cancer and there was just no energy left over. I had somehow become isolated.”
“Damn, I’m sorry, sweetheart.”
“It’s okay. It’s just life. I know others have it much worse.”
“I wish I could have been with you to help you,” he says, kissing my forehead and squeezing me closer.
“You mean that, don’t you?”
“I definitely do.”
“I don’t know what I did to deserve meeting you, Gabe, but I’m truly glad I did.”
“I think that’s my line,” he murmurs, and I tilt my head, stretching up to kiss him. He returns the kiss, but it’s way too brief. “Quit distracting me and finish the story, woman.”
“I’d rather kiss you,” I complain with a sigh.
“Finish the story and I’ll let you do more than kiss me,” he says with a grin.
“That’s very magnanimous of you,” I laugh.
“I thought so. Besides, you’re so damn sexy when your mouth is full of my cock.”
I roll my eyes, at him. I know he’s trying to make me laugh to pull me away from the emotions and memories that Jerry bring to life. It’s just another reason that I think I’m in love with Gabe. Maybe it’s too soon, to feel that way, but it’s true regardless.
“We went out for a couple of weeks and Jerry kept pushing for more. I let him kiss me a couple of times, but it just felt wrong…” I stop talking when Gabe lets out a growling noise under his breath. “You wanted to hear this story,” I remind him.
“I do, but it doesn’t mean I have to like it. Luckily, I’m the only man you will ever kiss from here on out.”
“Gabe that’s—”
“I know what it is, and you do too, even if you don’t want to admit it. Luckily, I can wait until you do.”
“Gee, thanks.”
“You’re welcome, and besides, you love my kisses.”
I should probably argue with him longer, but he’s right, I do love his kisses.
“Anyway, when Jerry began complaining things weren’t moving faster and he wanted more, I sat him down and was honest with him. I confessed that I didn’t feel that way toward him and ended it. He didn’t take it well,” I mumble.
“Babe, I figured that out. Women don’t just run out and get EPO orders for no reason.”
“He started stalking me. Following me to work, being there when I got off work and was walking to my car. It was that kind of thing,” I tell him, embarrassed that I ever allowed someone like that in my life.
“Stop that,” Gabe orders, causing me to lift my gaze up to look at him.
“What?”
“Acting ashamed. You did nothing wrong, Riley. This crazy fuck has a history of treating women this way,” he says, proving that he can read me without words.
“I know,” I tell him, and even though I did know it, it helps hearing him tell me the same thing.
“Finish the story, and then I’m going to do my best to banish any thoughts of this idiot from your mind.”
“One evening when I got off work, he was waiting by my car. I didn’t notice him until it was too late because it was dark and the power was off, so the parking lot was mostly black.”
“Jesus,” he hisses. I kiss his chest, over the vicinity of his heart.
“I was tired of his bullshit. He was calling constantly, and I didn’t like how often he began showing up at places I frequented, but this was the last straw. So, I told him he needed to leave, and that if he didn’t that I was going to call the law. He hit me, grabbed my arm and pushed me up against the car. He said horrible things to me, accused me of leading him on, of being a tease, and a bunch more shit, but I was woozy from the punch to the face. He began pulling at me. I think he was trying to get me into his car. Luckily a coworker saw me trying to fight him and called out she was calling the law. She had her phone out. He knew they would get there fast, since the dispatch facility was just a block from the police post. He threw me against the ground and jumped in his car and took off. I filed charges and got an emergency protective order. He was arrested. I began getting hang up calls after that, but he never bothered me in person. I can’t be sure he was the hang up calls—”
“He was,” Gabe says, and I nod.
“Probably,” I agree. “Anyway, even though I never saw him, the whole thing just had me reevaluating my life. I decided I needed to go somewhere new and restart my life. My mom always loved the ocean when I scanned the dispatch offices near oceans, most were extremely huge. Wazega seemed like a happy medium,” I end with a shrug.
“Thank fuck for that,” Gabe groans, and then he shifts so that I’m lying on the mattress, but he’s over me, leaning on his elbows. “Now, I need to make my woman forget about everything…” He trails off as he starts kissing down my neck. It’s an imaginary path and my eyes close at the sweetness of it. He continues kissing until he reaches my breast. “Everything but me,” he adds, and then takes my nipple into his mouth and suckles.
My body jolts as pleasure travels through me. I moan in delight, my fingers burrowing into Gabe’s hair.
“Don’t stop,” I beg.
“Never baby. I’ll never stop giving you everything I can,” he vows, and even with my body on fire and desperate for more, I recognize his words mean much more than anything sexual.
I bite my lip to keep from telling him I love him, but if I was unsure before, I’m positive now.
I love Gabe Lawson.
21
Gabe
Two Weeks Later
“I don’t like this,” I mutter, finishing putting my boots on.
“Will you stop. I’ll be fine,” Riley laughs, and I look up at her.
God, she’s beautiful. She owns me. There’s no other way to say it. She walks between my legs, looking down at me, her hands on my shoulders.
“I don’t want to leave you.”
“You’ve worked in the last two weeks, Gabe,” she reminds me.
“I didn’t like it then either.”
“I know,” she says.
“And that fucker hadn’t been calling you then,” I growl. In the last forty-eight hours we’ve gotten numerous hang-up calls. I don’t have proof they’re from him, but I feel it in my damn bones. He’s figured out where Riley is staying, and he somehow got my unlisted number. I’d bet money on it.
“You don’t know it’s him,” Riley argues.
“Bullshit.”
“I’ll be fine. You’re only gone for twenty-four hours.”
“I don’t like it, baby. I don’t want you alone. You don’t even have Milo with you,” I mumble.
Riley’s cat started getting sick. We thought it was stress from moving here, but it turned out he had a bacterial infection. He’s at the vet for a couple of days getting antibiotics. They assured her Milo would recover, but I know she’s worried. I also know her cat gives her company when I’m not around.
“I know, but that’s life. I’ll be fine. I’ll keep the doors locked. I won’t open for anyone unless I know who it is, and I’ll make sure to call the police if he shows up.”
“If you even think he’s around the house you call Carter and then you immediately call me.”
“I promise,” she says, nodding her head yes.
“Give me your lips,” I growl, needing to kiss her and reassure myself that she’s fine. I hate—fucking hate—leaving her alone. I’ve called in some favors so there’s a cop out front that’s going to stakeout the house tonight. Riley will probably bitch when she finds out, but she’ll just have to accept it. I’m not taking chances with her safety.
She gives me her mouth and I kiss her hard. It feels like I’ve been without her for a month, which is fucking bad since I just had her not two hours ago. I�
�m wondering if there will ever be a time when I don’t need Riley desperately. I’m pretty sure the answer to that question is no. I could be lying to myself, but I’m pretty sure she feels the same. She took to living here pretty easily and didn’t fight me when I suggested she break her lease on the rental. Slowly the house is beginning to show touches of her everywhere and I love it. We haven’t discussed the future, but that’s coming soon. I’ve already bought a ring that I’m keeping hid in my locker at work. I’m just biding my time until this Jerry shit is done. Then, I’m making Riley mine forever.
“Come on, handsome, I’ll walk you to the door.”
I grumble, but I get up, holding her hand as we walk to the door.
“You act like you can’t wait to get rid of me,” I mutter.
“You know better than that,” she laughs.
“I can call Justin and he can stand in for me tonight—”
“Gabe, honey, I love you, but if you don’t get to work I might strangle you. I’m going to be fine. I’ve got a book I’ve been wanting to read and since I’m the one doing most of the cooking, I wanted to rearrange—”
“You love me?” I question, not letting her finish, my heart running away with me.
“I…uh…”
“Riley? Do you love me?”
She looks up at me, moistening her lips. I feel like I’m going to explode. Did she really say that? Did I dream it?
“I love you, Gabe.”
“Fuck,” I hiss, unable to form any other words as relief courses through me.
“Gabe, it doesn’t have to mean anything. I mean—”
“It means everything. I love you too, sweetheart.”
I watch as her eyes dilate, surprise moving over her features.
“You love me?”
“From the beginning, and before you say that was too soon, I don’t want to hear it. I took one look at you and I knew. Plus, those feelings only got stronger with each passing day.”
“You love me,” she breathes.
“With all of my heart.”
“I can’t believe it. It feels like a dream.”
