by Joanna Blake
Getting my hands on her.
Speaking of which... Tabby leaned forward and I got a glimpse of her creamy cleavage. She poured me some more freshly squeezed orange juice. Organic too. She'd given my mom a list of stuff she'd learned about in her nutrition class at nursing school.
The two of them were like the food police since I'd come home.
Something about pesticides being full of fluoride, and fluoride pulling calcium from your bones and making muscles and tendons weaker. That was definitely not what I needed at the moment. Or what anyone needed really.
But especially, a two hundred pound guy with thigh muscles that were slowly knitting themselves back together. So I listened, and I let them fuss over me. I appreciated it too.
She was a smart cookie, my Tabby.
Smart and delicious.
I resisted the urge to grab her and tug her onto my lap. I could hold her and then tug her top down. Those tits of hers would keep me entertained the rest of the day alone. The rest of her body would take care of at night.
I sighed and let her go about her business instead. She was keeping her promise to stay on as my aid until I was better, and I was doing my best to keep my end of the bargain.
No funny business.
As for the other stuff- well, I hadn't exactly agreed her not to get her a car.
I heard the truck outside and grinned. The fact that Lyle worked at the dealership had definitely made it an easy transaction.
A top of the line, mid-sized SUV, with all the bells and whistles, and at cost. Dark green, to compliment the color of her hazel eyes.
I owed Lyle a solid for this, that was for sure.
I just hoped she liked it.
"Come on, let's go outside."
Tabby gave me a questioning look and I just winked. I shook my head when she held out my jacket. Being around her had me hot and bothered enough.
I could use the cool down to be honest.
She followed me out the sliding doors to the street just as the service center was towing her car away. She ran out and stopped, staring after it. I cringed as the tailpipe fell off, hitting the street with a rattle. Then the truck turned the corner and it was gone.
"Wait- that's my car!"
"Not anymore."
She looked at me, adorably confused. Then understanding dawned. She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at me.
"What did you do, Gabriel?"
Uh oh. She’d never called me by my full name before. I guess it meant I was in trouble.
And I was definitely going to be in trouble for this. But I didn't give a damn. She could glare at me all she wanted. I just wanted her safe.
I grinned at her.
"Took care of my assets."
"Your- assets? Are you implying that I am- an asset?"
"Yes. I am."
Her little mouth opened and closed like a fish. But I had her where I wanted her. The car was on the way to the junkyard where it belonged. The damn thing didn't run anyway.
Now she had to take the new car.
I was grinning foolishly when Lyle got out of his car.
"Hey Lyle."
"Looking good, G-man! Now that you are out of that chair, it's time to get wild, right?" Lyle punched my shoulder and smiled sheepishly at Tabby. "Hi Tabby."
She nodded at him, clearly not impressed.
"So here you go, man. The keys to your new ride."
I gestured to Tabby.
"Give them to the lady."
He smiled wide and handed them to Tabby, who took them with a scowl on her face.
"Nice. You guys finally get together?"
I laughed as he wiggled his eyebrows at her.
"He had it bad for you in high school. In case you didn't notice the big guy salivating all over the place every time you were around.”
She threw her hands up, but I noticed she was trying not to laugh.
"So he keeps telling me."
"Yeah well, all’s well that ends well, right?"
"Whatever you guys say. I'm going inside." She pointed at me. "Do not stay out here in the cold!"
Lyle was grinning as he shouted after her.
"Don't you want to see your new ride?"
She made a dismissive hand gesture and we both laughed. She was sort of a curmudgeon sometimes. But a sexy one. And I liked getting under her skin.
I liked it a lot.
"So, let's grab some beers soon."
I took Lyle's outstretched hand and grinned.
"Sure thing, man. And thanks."
"Anything for love, man. You two... I like it."
I laughed and waved him off. I had to get inside. I knew my woman would be pissed if I stood outside any longer without my jacket.
A few hours later and we'd played gin rummy and five-card stud. I couldn't help playing strip poker in my mind. So far I'd undressed her mentally at least twice. I'd even done two full sets of my PT exercises.
"Uh oh."
Tabby looked up as she shuffled the cards and smiled at me. She was still tiffed about my high-handedness with the car, but I could tell she was pleased too. It would take her a while to get used to me.
She wasn't used to being taken care of. But that was okay. We had plenty of time for her to get used to being my woman. I'd make sure of it.
I grinned at her and scooted closer, taking the cards from her hands.
"Guess what?"
She cocked an eyebrow at me.
"What is it now? A houseboat?"
I let out a bark of laughter. Even when she was cranky, she was the cutest damn thing I'd ever seen. My cute little lady.
"No. It's playtime."
"What?"
I grinned at her and slid my hand up her leg.
"It's after five, sweetheart."
Tabby
I shivered at the promise in his husky voice and smoldering eyes.
Gabe was giving me that look he had. That look that was somehow dark and hot and sweet and hard, all at the same time.
The look that promised I'd be calling out his name before long.
I felt my stomach clench in anticipation, at the same time that I started looking for an escape. There was no way I was going to let him have his way with me with his mother at home. Plus, it was still light outside.
That just wasn't right.
"Come closer."
I looked around, wondering if I should just leave. I could come back late at night. Or just wait for another time.
His lips found my neck before I could decide what to do. I sighed in pleasure as his hot lips found my most sensitive spot. He always seemed to know just where to kiss me... just where to touch me.
I was putty in his hands.
Worse. I was oatmeal.
And Gabe seemed to really have a taste for oatmeal. His hands slid from my waist to my neck where he started unbuttoning my shirt.
"Gabe! Your mother..."
"She won't be home till late."
"Are you sure?"
He murmured yes into my neck, his breath tickling my ear. I gave in with a sigh as his fingers grazed my nipples through my shirt. They were already hard and aching for his touch. I felt a sudden need, deep down in my core.
A need that only Gabe could fill.
I let my head fall back as he pulled my shirt open. He was intent on my breasts as he tugged down my bra cups and moaned like he was in pain. He couldn't seem to get enough of them.
It was crazy to think how wrong I had been. For years I had considered my big breasts to be an embarrassment. Something that just got in the way and made it hard to get to know people or find clothes that fit. In less than a week Gabe had convinced me otherwise.
They were more than a nuisance now. In his hands, they turned into sensitive pleasure domes. For both of us. He loved worshipping them with his lips and hands and tongue. And he couldn't stop looking at me with his hungry eyes. They were open and staring as he devoured me.
I had a feeling he could make me come,
just by touching my chest.
My fingers threaded through his hair, marveling at the softness of it. At the realness of his warm head under my hands. This was really happening. We were an item.
This beautiful man loved me.
Gabe Jackson. The same man I'd watched grow up, in the spotlight and in the distance. Somehow, I'd known that we were always aware of each other. Not just as kids growing up in the same town. There was something special between us. I knew where he was without having to think about it, his patterns, his class schedule, his friends.
It was almost like I could sense it when he was near.
Now I knew why.
It's because of this. Because we were supposed to do this. Together.
I arched my back as my wonder turned into a climax. I shuddered in ecstasy as he flicked his tongue against my nipple with a satisfied grunt, tweaking the other with his fingertips.
"Ah ah ah!"
My pussy clenched, even without his fingers on me. I felt warmth between my legs and knew I was wet and ready for him. He knew it too. He lifted his head and reached for my jeans, unbuttoning them and pulling them down to my ankles.
"I can't wait."
I nodded breathlessly. I didn't want to wait either. I kicked my boots off and slid out of my jeans as he pulled his pants off. There were crumpled clothes on the floor and two heaving bodies on the couch.
I had a sudden insight: this is what high school romance was supposed to be like. Fooling around on the couch. Hiding from your parents. Desperate to be alone together.
Well, at least we were making up for lost time.
We repositioned ourselves on the couch with Gabe on top of me. He exhaled as his bare cock nudged against me, slipping just inside my slick lips.
I moaned in pleasure, at the same time I realized something was missing.
"Gabe?"
He stopped immediately, his face tense as he fought his instincts.
"What about- protection?"
"Shit- Tabby- we haven't been using that lately."
I stared up at him, realizing he was right. That night at my place, he'd asked and I said yes. And we hadn't discussed it again since.
"Oh my God."
"I'm going to do right by you, Tabby. I mean it. I want forever." He grimaced as his cock flexed where he was wedged just inside me. He repeated himself with a groan. "I want forever with you."
I stared at him. Did he mean he wanted to marry me? And have kids? The thought filled me with a sweet longing for little Gabriellas and Gabes running around. I could see them playing in a pretty little yard, with a white picket fence.
And just like that, my heart blossomed. I felt it open and his love poured in, warming me from the inside out. I would have given him anything in that moment. Anything I had to give.
This. I could give him this.
"Do you want me to stop?"
I leaned back and shook my head.
"No."
He held my gaze as he sank inside me. I was keenly aware of his bare cock as he began to move again, his body creating a deliciously slow tempo. He grunted as my body started to undulate in time with his. His hips rotated with purpose, driving up and in, over and over.
We never broke eye contact.
Not as he began to pick up the pace. Not the first time I came. Not the second.
Not when we came together.
Only as he shook with his climax did he look away. And only to pull me close, and bury his face in my hair. I cried out as he thrust into me, harder than ever before. I felt his seed fill me with warm, hot jets.
"God, I love you. I fucking love you Tabby!"
I held him tightly as our bodies trembled with the force of our release. He loved me. Even if it was partly just the crazy pull we had towards each other, I knew he meant it. I could feel it in my bones.
I could not stop smiling as we lay there, tangled up on the sofa. I was still smiling when he kissed me and pulled away. We dressed slowly, his eyes focused on my curves. I still felt shy at the way he stared at my body, but it made me proud too.
He wanted me.
Shabby Tabby.
Well, I didn't feel like that same girl anymore. I felt like a woman. I felt like his woman.
We watched TV on the couch for a while, then I whipped up a quick dinner of reheated organic chicken breast with a chilled quinoa and zucchini salad.
Gabe pulled me up against his side as we ate. He squeeze me and fed me bites off his plate. Then we finished mine.
It was like he had to be touching me at all times. To make sure I was real. That I was his.
I had to admit, I knew the feeling. I was afraid to close my eyes. Afraid he would disappear.
It was around nine when his mom came in. I got up to put on my coat.
"Don't go."
I shook my head.
"I have to."
"At least wait untill mom comes down. I want to tell her about us."
I paused, my hand on my coat zipper. He looked so earnest. So sincere. But this was happening too fast. I shook my head.
"Not tonight. Soon. Okay?"
Gabe
I caught her hand before she could leave.
"I have to go. I have some of Gran's stuff to ship."
I stared at her blankly. I didn't want Tabby to go. But I also knew she wasn't going to necessarily let me make love to her again either.
Not until she was sure my mom was asleep anyway.
An ugly suspicion started to form in my mind. Did she have a place to go already? Had she made plans to return to school? I didn't know what she was thinking and I hated it.
"Ship where?"
"Different places. Mostly Brooklyn and LA. I'm selling it all online. Some of it's collectible. Or the hipsters seem to think so anyway."
She smiled at me softly.
"Who knew Gran had such good taste."
I let my breath out in a whoosh. She was just selling stuff. She wasn't leaving town yet.
She wasn't leaving me.
"Okay. What about tomorrow night? Can we go to your place?"
She shrugged gracefully. I wanted to pull her back into my lap. I didn't want to wait until tomorrow, dammit!
"I have to work the late shift."
"Okay, I'll come to you. Lyle wants to have drinks anyway."
She smiled at me shyly and pressed a quick kiss to my lips. I grabbed her and pulled her close while I ravaged her mouth with my tongue. We were both out of breath when she lifted her head again.
"Are you sure you won't stay?" I wiggled my eyebrows. "We could be real quiet."
She laughed and shook her head. At the doorway she turned back and dangled the keys in the air.
"Good night Gabe. And... thanks."
I nodded and watched her leave. Even with that big old coat of hers, she looked like a fashion model. I wondered how she would look in fancy girly stuff. Or pink.
Or red.
I realized I was getting hard again, just thinking about her dressed up in something pretty. I was going to take her shopping I decided. Or just pick out some stuff online.
Maybe some lingerie too.
I pulled out my laptop and started picking stuff out at one of the big department stores. I started with intimates. The lacier the better. Pink, white, red. Silks and satins. Stuff to sleep in and stuff not to sleep in.
I realized I was doing everything backwards and only worrying about what I would like. For a minute, I imagined her slapping my face instead of falling into my bed.
But hell, she didn't have to know that I’d started with the naughty stuff. I looked at coats next, thinking she needed something warm and waterproof.
Then I got her a hat, scarf and gloves to match, all in cashmere. Then a couple of sweaters and jeans and tops. Sexy slinky tops. Stuff that would cling to her curves, not hide them.
I picked out some more, realizing I was going overboard and not caring. I got her a couple of dresses and some skirts. I had fun picking out some high heels, a
s well as a pair of cute little boots and some kicks. I was about to check out when I decided to get her a purse.
And panties. Lots of sexy little panties.
Tabby might get annoyed that I wanted to dress her up. She’d probably say I was controlling.
And she’d be right.
Not that I’d ever wanted to control a woman before. But with her it was different. I wanted to keep her close and keep her safe. I wanted everything to be better for her.
I wanted to dress her, and undress her. Mostly the latter. I closed my eyes and pictured her trying on all the clothes and then letting me tear them off of her again.
Damn, that was gonna be hot!
I was getting hard so I checked out and took a cold shower. It barely made a dent in my boner, but it was better than nothing. I knew my mom would be down soon and that just wasn’t right.
She popped her head down when she heard me coming out of the bathroom. The walker might help me get around easier, but that thing was loud.
“Hey.”
“Hey mom. Come down. I want to talk to you.”
“What’s up?”
“It’s about Tabby."
She sat down and handed me a glass of juice to take my night pills with.
"Oh yeah? Did she finally agree to go out with you then?"
I stared at my mom in shock. How the hell did she know? Then I started laughing.
"Am I that obvious?"
She cocked an eyebrow at me.
"Son, you might as well have been wearing a sign."
I shook my head, realizing she knew me better than I knew myself.
"Did you know when you hired her?"
She shrugged. "I had a feeling. But I wasn't matchmaking if that's what you are asking."
"Well, you did a better job than you know." I smiled at my mother. "Because I'm going to marry her."
My mom looked shocked for half a second. And then she smiled bigger than I'd ever seen in my life.
"Does she know that?"
I smiled back.
"Not yet. But she will real soon."
She clicked her tongue at me.
"Good luck son. I think you might need it."
Tabby
"Can I get you anything else?"
"How about your phone number?"
