Gabe: The Alvarez Security Series

by Maryann Jordan

  Not able to think about anything other than the feelings radiating throughout her body, she raised her legs, wrapping them around his hips pulling him closer. He added another finger inside her tight pussy and began scissoring them, touching her in places that had long been dormant.

  Climbing higher and higher, she knew she was close and every fiber in her being screamed for that elusive release.

  Watching her face with her eyes closed and her blonde curls hanging about her shoulders had Gabe entranced. He knew she was close and wanted to watch her as she fell apart. Jesus, I’ve never cared about watching a woman before. Other than the male satisfaction of knowing he had brought a woman to orgasm, he was never concerned about watching them, but now found that he would not have been able to take his eyes off of her if his life depended on it.

  Crooking his finger deep inside, he felt the slick walls of her pussy contract as her fingers dug into his shoulders, holding on as though he were the only thing keeping her intact. “Let it go, baby. Just let it happen,” he softly ordered as he watched the blush form at the top of her breasts and rise to her face.

  Feeling the heat of her blush, Jennifer obeyed and let go. The orgasm rushed over her taking her with it. With her head thrown back, she felt the sparks radiate from her pussy outwards. Her mind void of everything other than the avalanche of feelings, she collapsed forward, her head pressed to his chest.

  Gabe slowly pulled his fingers out and slid them into his mouth, loving the taste of her. She watched him through barely open eyes, amazed at how erotic it was to have a man taste her. He moved her panties back into place and pulled her head back up to see her eyes.

  “I want to see you, baby. I want to make sure you’re all right,” he continued to order.

  She raised her face to his, stunned at the concern she saw in his eyes. “I’m good,” she said shyly. A small giggle escaped as she admitted, “I’m really good.”

  “Oh, baby. You were more than good.” He leaned in for a kiss and she could taste herself on his lips, another first for her.

  As the high of her orgasm began to slowly fade, realization crept in. Oh my God. I’m sitting on the kitchen counter where anyone could walk in and see me. Jesus, what is wrong with me?

  Gabe felt it the second that she began to doubt what she was doing. Cupping her face, he stilled her. “Baby, listen to me. Don’t regret what happened. Please. It was too important. Too important to both of us.”

  His words settled in, but she looked at him in confusion. “Important? Gabe, I’m not the kind of woman who just does this. Ever.”

  “Baby, look at me.”

  She lifted her eyes to his, searching for sincerity.

  “This was important to me too. You’re different. You’re someone I wanna get to know. I wanna take care of. In all ways.”

  She licked her lips, taking in his words as her eyes dropped to his waist. Seeing his jeans, straining at the crotch, she suddenly blurted, “But you. We didn’t take care of you.”

  “That’s okay, baby. This was about you. This was all about you tonight.”

  “Gabe, I don’t understand what’s happening. I just met you and we’ve made out three times. This is so not me. I’m nobody. You see where I live…in a building where I pay a low rent because I help out with the center. These elderly people depend on me. I have… responsibilities. Ross. My job. I can’t…”

  “Shhh,” he scolded, placing his fingers on her lips. The same fingers that had just been deep inside of her. She could still smell herself on them, eliciting another slight moan.

  He watched her face, knowing the emotions were overwhelming. Hell, they’re overwhelming for me too. Never done that. Just got a woman off and was willing to walk away without getting off too. And fuck. She was perfect. Is perfect.

  “Don’t overthink this. We feel something. Something big. Let’s just let it go and see where it takes us.”

  At this, she gave a small nod. “Yeah,” she whispered. “I’d like that.”

  “Good. Then I’ll say goodnight. When can I see you again? Do you have plans for Saturday?”

  “No,” she said shaking her head in thought. “But Gabe?” Doubt crossed her face again.

  “What baby?”

  “There’s a lot you don’t know. About me, I mean.”

  “We’ve got time. Nothing but time to learn all about each other,” he said gently.

  “No, you don’t understand. I’ve got Ross. He’s my brother and well, he’s only eight years old. I’ve never had him around men. I mean a man that I was…um…whatever we’re doing.”

  He watched her struggle but, Damn, she’s adorable when she’s confused. “I get it. I really do. But I’d like to get to know both of you.”

  She lifted her eyes to peer deeply into his. “I can’t risk having him grow attached to you, knowing that you could walk out at any moment.”

  He felt his chest squeeze at the love she had for her brother. “Jennifer, there are no guarantees in life, but I’ll promise you this. I’ll never just walk out. I’ll never just leave him, or you, hanging.”

  Sucking in a deep breath, hoping she was not making a mistake, she smiled up at him. “Okay. Then I’d love to see you on Saturday.”

  Giving her a quick kiss, he reached over to her bag and pulled out her cell phone, quickly entering his number and memorizing hers. Lifting her off the counter, he linked his fingers with hers as he walked to the door. “See you Saturday, babe,” he said as he captured her lips once more in a kiss. This one was slow. Soft. Gentle. Full of the promise of things to come.

  As she shut and locked the door behind him, she quickly finished in the kitchen and hurried up the stairs. Cora was just coming out of the apartment, having heard Jennifer on the stairs. With a smile on her caring face, she asked, “So, did you and your young man have a chance to talk?”

  “Well…I have a date for Saturday,” she confessed.

  Cora grabbed her in a hug, pulling her close. “Oh darling girl, I’m so glad. It’s about time you took care of you and not just everyone else.”

  Saying goodnight, Jennifer slipped inside the apartment and checked on Ross, who was already asleep. Looking down at his boyish face resting in slumber, she hoped she wasn’t making a mistake. Oh Ross, I hope this is a good thing for you. He seems like such a good man and I’d love for you to be able to be around someone like him.

  Closing his door, she got ready for bed and slipped between the sheets. Her mind wandered to the evening, amazed at how it ended. And for once, she didn’t need her little pink vibrator. Still sated from her orgasm, she smiled as she drifted off to sleep. And this time the giant in her dreams became the handsome prince.

  *

  Across town, Gabe headed into the shower, his thoughts full of the evening as well. The smile never left his face as he remembered the look on her face as she flew apart in his arms with his fingers deep inside of her. Leaning one hand on the shower wall, he grasped his cock with his other hand working it until he came, the thoughts of being buried deep inside of her making his hand seem like a poor substitute.

  As he lay in bed, unable to sleep, he began to plan his date. A date. It had been a long time since he went on a real date with a woman he was interested in. Dinner? Definitely. Somewhere really nice? Yes. Wait, no. She lives simply and I don’t want to overwhelm her. Okay, casual dinner. Flowers? No, that may be too much. Jesus, who knew this would be so difficult!

  As he lay there, conflicting ideas racing through his head, he forced himself to think of her as a military mission. Know your enemy. Hell, she’s not the enemy. But that thought continued and he realized that he needed to think about what she would like. What does she do on Saturdays? An idea began to form, and a slow smile crept across his face as he formalized his assault. His mission? Meet her on her own field and show her the man he wanted to be.

  Finally with a plan in place, he closed his eyes and let sleep overtake him.

  CHAPTER 6

  Jennif
er slapped her hand on the alarm. Oh, what I wouldn’t give to sleep late one Saturday morning. Her dreams had been filled with erotic images of Gabe with his hands on her. She started to slide her own hand down but was halted by the sounds of Ross already awake and in the bathroom.

  “Jennybenny, come on. Cora and Henry need us.”

  Where does he get that energy? Was I that energetic at the age of eight?

  “Coming Ross, just give me a minute.” Pulling herself out of bed, she quickly donned her jeans and a t-shirt. Running a brush through her tangled mane of blonde curls, she quickly pulled it up into a sloppy bun secured with a chopstick.

  “You ready?” she asked, checking to make sure he had combed his hair and washed his face.

  Tugging on her hand, he pulled her toward the door. “Come on. I want pancakes,” he called. “As soon as we serve them we can have them too.” Saturday mornings were special to Jennifer. She and Ross got up early and helped Henry and Cora prepare breakfast for the residents. The food was donated or bought with their grant and helped to stretch the residents’ meager budgets. For some of them, it may be their only meal of the day. They usually had pancakes, Ross’ favorite, and scrambled eggs and bacon as well. Ross accepted the duty of serving food, then loved to sit with the residents as he ate with them.

  She smiled at her tow-headed brother as he dashed into the hallway toward the stairs. She could hear his feet stomping down quickly as he headed to the kitchen. Little boys. Do they ever walk?

  As she neared the kitchen, she could hear Ross’ chatter and a deep male voice answering. Rounding the corner she stopped, stunned. Standing in the industrial kitchen wearing an apron and talking with Ross…was Gabe. His eyes looked across the room, capturing hers and his mouth split into the most glorious grin. Before she could ask what he was doing there, he turned back to the counter where the bowls of pancake batter were being mixed.

  “Hey, that’s my job,” Ross shouted. “Are you going to help me?”

  Jennifer saw Ross’ expression of awe at the giant of a man in the kitchen. Nor could she miss the smiles on Henry and Cora’s faces.

  “Looks like we’ve got some extra help today,” Cora announced unnecessarily. “Ross, you’ll have to show our new helper how it’s done.”

  Gabe bent down to Ross’ level and stuck out his hand, introducing himself. “So, you’re Ross? Nice to meet you. I’m Gabe.”

  Ross stared at his hand for a moment and Jennifer was just about to prompt him to greet Gabe, when he suddenly put his small hand in Gabe’s and shook it enthusiastically. “I’m Ross. That’s my sister, Jennifer, but sometimes I call her Jennybenny, but I’m the only one who can call her that. Are you going to help make breakfast? I mix the pancake batter, but you’re bigger and can do it faster. Can I watch?”

  “Ross,” Jennifer admonished as Gabe burst into laughter. “Let the poor man have a moment to see that the whirlwind that just blew in is really a little boy!”

  Gabe stood as Ross up scrambled up on the stool next to the counter. “All right Ross. How ’bout you show me how it’s done.” He winked at Jennifer before returning to the batter.

  Jennifer locked eyes with Cora and motioned for her to follow as she walked into the pantry. Rounding on her friend she hissed, “What’s he doing here?”

  Cora smiled as she replied, “Honey, he just knocked on the back door about twenty minutes ago and said that he’d like to help. Now you know, I’m not going to turn down an offer of help.”

  “I know. I just…well, I’m not sure…oh, I don’t know,” she said nervously.

  Cora stepped closer, tucking one of Jennifer’s curls behind her ear. “What is it honey? I don’t know him, but he seems like good people to me. The way he looks at you and showing up here? Seems like you’ve got a great guy interested in you. What’s confusing about that?”

  Looking to the side, she bit her lip as she tried to organize her thoughts. Sighing, she turned her gaze back to the woman who had been like a mother to her for the past couple of years. “Honestly? There’s Ross to consider. I’m his guardian, not some twenty-four year old who has no responsibilities. It’s not fair to have him around a man that may up and leave at any time. Ross has already dealt with loss – I don’t want him to have more if I let someone in and then they leave.”

  “Oh darling girl. You’re doing a wonderful job with your brother. You can’t protect him from all loss and I think it would be good for him to have a younger man to be around instead of all of us old folks.”

  Jennifer glanced at the kitchen door, hearing the laughter of Ross mixed with Gabe’s patient voice. Sucking in her lips, she looked back at Cora. “He’s…or was…well, he says that he’s not—”

  “Girl, spit it out,” Cora laughed. “We’ve got breakfast to fix.”

  “He’s a player, Cora. He’s been surrounded by gorgeous actresses and women. I’ve seen him. First of all, I have no idea why he’s even hanging around me and second of all, I refuse to be another one of his conquests.”

  This outburst caused Cora to stop laughing and pull Jennifer in for a hug. “Honey, I have no idea what that young man in there has been like, but I’m a good judge of character and he gives me the impression of someone who really wants to get to know you. I think you’d possibly miss out on something really special if you let this chance pass you by.”

  Hugging Cora tightly, she took a deep breath and nodded. “Okay then. Let’s go make breakfast.”

  For the next thirty minutes, Gabe worked alongside Jennifer, Ross, Henry and Cora as they prepared food for the almost forty residents who began to trickle down to the dining room. Ross ran ahead, already visiting with them. Cora and Henry began the serving, telling Jennifer and Gabe to bring the next batch of pancakes when they were ready.

  Suddenly finding herself alone in the kitchen with Gabe, she couldn’t help but glance over at the counter where they had made out the night before.

  He caught her eyes looking over and grinned. “Thinking of something special?”

  Blushing a deep red, she rolled her eyes. “Please don’t remind me. That was so…”

  “Hot?” he interjected.

  “I was going to say unlike me,” she retorted.

  Gabe took a step forward and stared down at the beauty in front of him. Barely any makeup, hair pulled in a messy knot on top of her head with a few curls falling down. Cheeks naturally blushed. Jeans and a t-shirt. Well, jeans that have me growing hard every time she bends over and a t-shirt that makes me want to peel it off and discover the treasure underneath.

  “I’m glad it was unlike you,” he said.

  Cocking her hip, she narrowed her eyes as she said, “Oh? And why is that?”

  He reached over and cupped his hand on her face. Her skin felt like pure silk and he couldn’t help but brush his rough thumb over her cheeks, noting with pleasure that she leaned into his palm. “Because you’re special. And I want to be special to you.”

  Sucking her lips in, she suddenly felt very unsure, but before she could back away he interjected, “I know you don’t trust me yet. I have to earn that. But you will trust me, darling. I promise to show you just how special you are.”

  He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. Soft. Not demanding. Then it was gone as he turned with a large platter in his hand and walked into the dining room. She stood there for a moment, dazed by the events of the last twelve hours. Giving her head a little shake, she picked up another platter and followed the others as well.

  For the next thirty minutes they, along with Henry and Cora, served the residents. As Jennifer greeted each by name, they were all curious as to the handsome man standing next to her. He charmed the women and earned nods of approval from the men as he heaped their plates with the nutritious food.

  Ross wanted to stand next to Gabe and kept up a running dialog the entire time. “That’s Mr. Simmons. He’s funny. Sometimes he’ll take his teeth out just to make me laugh. Maybe he’ll do it for you. Do you want
to see him take his teeth out?” he asked, twisting his head way back to look at Gabe. Before Gabe could answer, Ross had moved to the next description. “That’s Mrs. Portal and she’s standing next to Mr. Zimmerman. I think he likes her because he always hurries to stand next to her in line. Isn’t that what you’d do if you liked someone? I try to stand next to Chrissy, who’s in my class. I like her because she smells pretty. You’re standing next to my sister. Do you think she smells pretty?”

  Gabe burst into laughter, as he ruffled Ross’ hair. Jennifer finally moved over to Ross saying, “Honey, you need to slow down. You’re going to wear Mr. Malloy out with all your chatter.”

  Ross had started serving but after a few of the residents begged him to sit with them, he bounded over to sit with them.

  Gabe smiled at him and then turned to look at the beautiful woman standing next to him.

  “I’m sorry. He gets so excited and sometimes it’s hard to keep up with his train of thoughts.”

  “Don’t apologize. I think he’s great.”

  Jennifer beamed with pride as she looked first at Ross and then up at Gabe. “Thanks. He’s pretty special.”

  “You two going to eat with us old fogies?” called one of the residents.

  Smiling, the two fixed their plates and sat down at a table surrounded by residents, all questioning ‘Jennifer’s young man’.

  “He’s awfully handsome, Jennifer. Where have you been hiding him?” one lady quipped.

  In answer to one of the men’s queries, Gabe replied, “I was in the Army, sir. Special Forces.” The table became quiet, as the man sitting across from him stood up and leaned over the table with his hand extended. “Sergeant McBride, U.S. Army. Served in Vietnam.”

  Gabe, momentarily stunned, reached across the table and grasped the older man’s hand while rising from his chair as well. At that, several other men stood as well, introducing themselves by their military rank.