by Savana Jade
“Hey.” His husky voice calls out. I swallow, like a fool staring at him. He completes the typical tall dark and handsome physique. Um, where’s my voice, Oh here it is. “Hey.” is all I can come up with. Whoever this man is standing in my kitchen has officially taken my breath away. Not to mention what he is doing to my body. I suddenly feel a sense of heat coming from the core of my belly. Unexpectedly, a hand smacks the back of his head.
“Don’t even think about it! She’s my sister you fuck!” Brennan smarts off immediately. Yeah, that’s Brennan. No one looks touches or thinks about his baby sis. He looks over to me and glares. “God Jems, put your tongue back in your mouth.”
Snapping me out of my trance, I immediately flip him the bird. “Fuck off Brennan. What do you want anyways? I’m working.”
“Meet our newest member. This is Gabe.” Looking back at Gabe and me, “Gabe Jenna, Jenna Gabe” Gabe, he looks like a Gabe. I wonder if it’s short for Gabriel. He is looking at me as if he wants to take a bite out of me. And if Brennan wasn’t standing in the room, I probably would let him.
“Um, Bren. Don’t you think it should be a group decision?” I inquire kind of pissed at him for not asking first, but can’t find the strength to take my eyes off of the new member standing in front of me.
“Well, yeah about that. You are kind of outnumbered sis.” That is when I break eye contact with Gabe and cock my head towards Brennan encouraging him to continue.
“Last night when you were out on your “date” or whatever it was, Matt, Will and I were at this club, well Matt never showed up, but anyways. Gabe here was playing his guitar, and Jems, if you would have heard the man, you would agree. He is sick Jenna!”
Shrugging and rolling my eyes “Whatever, I believe you, can I get back to work now?” glancing over at the new guy, I blush when I notice he hasn’t taken his eyes off of me, “Nice to meet you, Gabe? Right?” Nodding, taking a step forward, extending his hand for me to shake.
“Gabriel, Gabriel Gonzales. And it is very nice to meet you.” He says with a half-smile on his face. I think my toes are curling at this very moment. I reach my hand up to meet his and I literally feel goose bumps rising. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Brennan shaking his head and rolling his eyes. Oh this will be fun. I smile sweetly at Gabe. Taking my time shaking his hand, I do my best to ignore the slight shock of electricity that just seared thru me.
“I can’t wait to work with you Gabriel.” His eyes shoot down to my lip that I just so happen to be biting down on before he gets shoved out of the room.
“Oh for fucks sake.” Brennan says. I can’t help but laugh at Brennan, Gabe begins to chuckle.
“What?” he asks.
“We’re leaving, like now!” Brennan looks back at me. “Garage in thirty minutes and bring your work.” He glares at me as I laugh and nod. This will be a lot of fun.
Come to find out, Gabriel Gonzales is from Small Town Kansas. I swear, if it wasn’t for his olive skin and honey brown eyes, I would have thought he was Clark Kent. Gabe has the classic “I came to Hollywood to make it somewhere” story. He hated where he grew up and he says he hates his family but deep down I know he loves and misses them all badly.
We have had our quiet moments where he tells me bits and pieces about his upbringing and his parents. He has two sisters, one older and one younger, both of which he absolutely adores. I can tell because whenever he mentions them, his eyes begin to sparkle. He misses them the most. He is always sending pictures through texts. They think he and I are dating because most of the pics have me in them. It does not help that we usually spend every waking moment together.
But that is a chapter that will never be opened or at least I’ve tried to keep it that way. Gabe is a player, never mind the fact that Brennan has threatened to take his right testicle from him if he even thought about laying a finger on me. I just don’t know about Gabe. Not knowing where he has been is kind of scary. I mean, I’ve only seen him going out on a few dates, and he’s never brought any girls back to the house, so I assume he simply uses and leaves them.
I’m not going to lie, there is definitely chemistry between Gabe and I, more than I care to admit. There has been since the moment he stepped foot in my kitchen. But I just can’t think about him in that way. As much as my heart tells me to take that leap of faith, my mind tells me to steer clear of him. He’s dipped his stick too many times for me to count anymore. And yes there was a time where I was counting, but I will never admit it to him that I was.
Gabriel Gonzales keeps me on my toes, without even trying, I always find myself making a little more of an effort to make him notice the small things. Whether it’s to make him upset, or to see how much he notices, he is always paying attention. He always knows when I’m down, and I know when he is too. He’s my own personal goofball. There usually isn’t a day that goes by that he is not trying to make me smile. He’s even gone on stage in one of my string bikinis when I was having a PMS moment. I almost died that day.
Not realizing, I had drifted off, I hear a knock on the door. Hmm, I don’t remember ordering room service yet. I slowly walk to the door and look thru the peephole. Taking a second look, I can’t believe my eyes. Gabriel Gonzales is standing on the other side of the door.
“How did you find me Gabe? And what the hell are you doing here?” I ask into the door.
“Open Up! I came to see you.” He says leaning against the wall across from my door. He has his foot resting on the wall and his arms crossed. I can tell he’s holding he note I left him last week. He’s wearing a black t-shirt and my favorite jeans.
“How the hell did you find me?” I ask again. “Go away!” I yell, not really wanting to know the answer.
Gabe pushes off the wall, looks straight into the peephole. “Are you going to let me in? Or are you going to hold a full blown conversation through a door?”
“A conversation like this sounds great.” I say sarcastically. He simply crosses his arms again and stares at the door with his head cocked. Sighing deeply, Fuck! I open the door, leaning onto the jam but open it slightly so I can hide behind the door and keep it as closed as possible. “What do you want Gabe?” He pushes the door open, and takes me by the waist. He lifts me up as he steps in.
“Not in the fucking hallway Jenna.” He says as he shuts the door behind him with his foot before taking me by the waist to the couch.
“I can walk on my own Gabe.”
“I know I just want to hold you a bit.” He says smiling, leaning in to kiss my cheek. “I told you I missed you.”
“Gabe” I say with a guarded tone pulling my face away from his. I have spent all week to get my mind off of this connection, to only have it return in full force and stronger.
“When will you admit that there’s something here?” he looks into my eyes “You know there’s something between us, I can feel it and I know you can too.” I know he’s right, I do feel it too. I just know that admitting it would cause trouble for us all. I push him off of me, sitting on the end of the couch with my knees to my chest
“Oh, I bet that gets all the girls right?” I say sarcastically. “Did it ever occur to you that that is the reason why I will never admit it to you?” He plops down beside me with a dumfounded look on his face and he huffs.
“Are you fucking shitting me Jenna? I didn’t believe it when I read it last week, and I don’t believe it now. You weren’t kidding were you?” I shake my head at him. He looks at me as if he is keeping something from me. All of the guys have when it comes to Gabe now that I think of it. They all change the subject whenever I mention Gabe and all his minion women. “If that’s all it takes, then I’ll become the fucking Pope! I’m only with those girls to get my mind off of you.”
“Oh my God. Really? Gabe?” I can’t believe he just said that. “That’s just sick to know you are mind fucking me while you’re doing every girl in existence. I can’t believe you sometimes” I say, resting my head on my knees looking at him in disgust. So
metimes I just don’t know what I see in him. “What do you want Gabriel? The sooner you tell me, the sooner you leave, the sooner I can get back to relaxing”
“We leave together angel, I took a cab so your brother didn’t follow me.” I was about to say something before he finished. “Don’t worry I took care of that too. I told him I needed to take care of some unfinished business.”
“He’s not stupid Gabriel. I can guarantee you he knows that you came straight here. Plus, I don’t plan on going back today. So what? You plan on staying here?” he grins and nods “Oh No. You. Don’t!!!” he laughs. “NO!” I stand up walking towards the door “No! Go Now!” He grabs me by the waist again, this time landing me on his lap. I cannot explain how it feels to be this close to him.
“I came all the way over here for you angel that’s all, unless of course you want to do a bit more.” He leans in kissing the back of my neck. And stupid me, lets him.
“Gabe” I whisper, still not moving to protest as I should, but I tilt my head to allow him easier access. God how much I missed his touch. “We can’t.” I try to stay strong, but who am I kidding? I’ve wanted this for as long as he has. “You will lose a testicle.” I say. He chuckles and continues kissing and nibbling his way to my earlobe.
“Shhh... Don’t think.” He suckles my earlobe, causing my legs to clench together.
Oh God! What the hell is wrong with me? Turning my head to his, our lips come crashing together as hard as a wave comes crashing on the shore. He loosens his grip, running one hand along my stomach and another gripping my thigh and readjusts me so now I’m straddling him, our hands are all over each other.
“That’s right angel.” He whispers in my mouth before he dives his tongue between my lips and taking my own with his again. No, no I can’t do this. Slowly pushing away from him, he pulls me back into his strong hold making every rational decision disappear. I begin to pull his shirt up. He releases my mouth quickly to lift his arms just enough for me to pull his shirt off before returning them to their rightful place. It falls to his feet when he returns his mouth to mine.
“Oh God.” I cry in sexual frustration. I hear a slight chuckle as his lips have made their way slowly down my collar bone, pulling at the strings around my neck of my bikini top letting it fall, freeing my chest. He groans as he leans back and looks me over.
“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on Jenna Munson.” He says as his eyes and hands continue their way to my breasts. Taking one in his hand, he leans in and runs his tongue around my hardened pebble before wrapping his mouth around it and slowly sucking. I bring my hands to his dark mahogany hair and begin to pull him closer to me, wanting more. I can feel his erection pushing against my bottom, causing enough friction to make me moan. He wraps an arm around my waist, and in one easy swoop, I end up on my back with him hovering over me.
“I’ve wanted you for so long Jenna.” He says, lowering his body to mine, taking my mouth with his once again. Our tongues dance to their own beat as he runs his hand down between my breasts, down my stomach, and finding its way between my thighs. He runs his fingers along the fabric. I automatically begin to grind myself onto his hand as my hands trail down and begin to undo the button of his jeans.
Suddenly he stands, and in one easy swoop, his jeans meet the t-shirt already lying on the floor. My eyes trail their way down to his erection fiercely straining through his boxer briefs, my heart begins to race. He leans down slowly and unties one side of my bottoms before doing the same to the other. Gently he pulls at one of the strings, letting the fabric fall under me. Slowly, he falls to his knees as he begins to kiss, suck and bite my inner thigh until he reaches his destination.
I am officially a hot mess. He looks up at me for approval before continuing and without notice I bring my hands down to his face. I smile and run my fingers through his hair and slowly invite him. He groans as he lowers his mouth to my center. My breath stops when he slowly runs his tongue along the center of my core. Suddenly, his phone goes off. My mind instantly realizes what we were about ready to do.
“Gabe, your phone,” I cry out as he takes my nipple between his fingers. Then mine goes off on the coffee table making me gather some sense that what we are doing is wrong...
“Let them ring Jen.” He whispers with a harsh tone. Mine goes off again at the same time his does from his jeans on the ground, sighing, I try to push him off me.
“Something’s wrong.” He still doesn’t budge. With a heavy sigh, I push him away from me and roll over to grab my phone. Opening up the text I knew would be from Brennan:
Damn it Jenna Munson! I know he’s with you! Get. Your. Ass. Home. NOW!
“I told you he would find out.” I begin to yell at Gabe. I don’t even bother to grab my suit. I charge off to the bedroom to pull the robe over my body. “Fuck!” I yell.
“Jenna, I swear to God, I didn’t tell him anything. Look!” he reaches in his pants pocket, to hand me his phone before pulling his boxers briefs on. I didn’t even realize he had taken them off. I take it from him, opening it up. I read his texts. He’s right. But I also read one from some girls. I try not to let the jealousy hit me. We just got our new phones with new numbers and already he has texts. I shake my head. I fucking knew this was a mistake. Then I notice the most recent one from Brennan:
You FUCKING touch her, I’ll kill you! I need her home. Something’s happened.
I look up at Gabe with shaking fingers.
“What? I told you I wasn’t lying. Fuck Jenna, You’re all I think about! I swear!” Shaking my head, I hand him his phone back, encouraging him to read the text. I can’t even speak with the knot in my throat the size of a jawbreaker. He takes it and reads the message. “Oh man, Jems. Come here angel.” He pulls me into his arms, holding me as I let the tears fall. I don’t even know what’s going on, but by the look of the text, it doesn’t look good.
With the phone still in Gabe’s hand and I in his arms, my phone rings. I let it ring, scared of what Brennan has to say on the other end. He knows Gabe is here and he will be royally pissed off if he ever found out what almost happened between us. As mine goes silent, his begins. Since its still in his hands, he keeps holding me with one arm as he brings the phone to his ear.
“Yeah?” he answers. It must be Brennan. “Yeah, you know it’s me Brennan.” He says. “You know what? Whatever Bren, deal with it.” He stays silent for a second. “Well I am here with her. Don’t start your shit right now alright. She fucking means more to me than just a one night stand and you know it.” Silence again. “It’s not the fucking time right now for that is it? What happened?” He stands in front of me, the hand at the small of my back fists up in a ball. If at any time I needed Gabriel Gonzales, it’s right now. “No. You can’t talk to her,” He gently kisses my head as he listens. “She’s a mess right now that’s why.” He suddenly stiffens again. Immediately, I look up at him,
“What?” I whisper. He looks down before raising his eyes until they meet mine, I can’t tell if it’s a look of sorrow or pity. But it’s definitely something.
“Okay, give us a few minutes and we’re on our way.” he says before he shuts the phone off, cutting off whatever Brennan was trying to say. “We have to go.” He bends down and picks up his jeans.
“Gabe, what’s going on?” I ask when he steps away from me, walking into the bedroom of my suite. Instinctively I follow him. “Gabriel.” I say sternly. He pulls on his jeans before reaching in a drawer and tossing me some clothes.
“Jenna, there’s no time to talk right now, we have to get back home.” He grabs my bag and finishes pulling my clothes out of the drawers, shoving them into it.
“Gabe.” I begin crying again. “Please.” I walk up to him, his body tenses when he feels my arm wraps around his waist. His shirt is still on the floor in the living area so I can feel the heat radiating off his skin. “Please.” He turns in my arms and hugs me tightly to him.
“I wish I could angel. I really
wish I could. But I can’t. It kills me. It’s killing me not to tell you. But we have to go.” He kisses the top of my head. “Did I get everything?” He asks. I really don’t want to fight with Gabe right now, so I let it go and nod. He’s gotten everything including my guitar. “Okay. Let’s get out of here.” He rubs my back, before releasing me, he hands me the guitar, and trails his hand down my arm, interlacing our fingers together. He carries my bag over his shoulder and we walk out.
We make our way to the concierge desk and the young man that was once flirting with me is now looking at Gabe with a look of disapproval. I sign the necessary papers and thank the boy for his help. Gabe, who still has my bag slung over his shoulder guides me to the exit with his hand on the small of my back. I hand the valet my key and we stand in awkward silence and wait. I know we have made a huge mistake. We acted out of impulse and if it wasn’t for Brennan, I would have probably made the biggest mistake of my life. I have never given myself to anyone, and I almost did not even thirty minutes ago.
The valet pulls around after about fifteen minutes. Gabe reaches in his pocket and gives the boy a hefty tip before opening the passenger door for me. Before sitting, he grabs my arm and I turn to him. He leans in and plants a swift kiss on my lips before turning away. He loads the car with my guitar and bag and sits behind the wheel. Without looking in my direction, he puts the car in drive and takes off. Sitting for what seems like forever, I finally look over to Gabe.
“Gabe, what’s going on?” He remains expressionless. “God Damn it Gabe!” I begin to shout. Noticing how tightly he begins to hold the wheel, I begin to get angrier and angrier.
“I hate you! You know that? I really fucking HATE YOU!” I begin to hit his arm so hard, he has no choice but to pull over.
“I can’t fucking say Jenna! I told you this!” He begins to yell back. “I can’t fucking say so lay off me! Please”
“Why? Why can’t you say? Why the secrets, Gabe? Why the fucking secrets? I’m so tired of all these secrets. You don’t think I know something is up between you guys? Well I do!” I become furious at myself for allowing myself to get this angry. “I just don’t get it! What’s the big deal if I find out now, or later?”
