Finding Fate

by Charisse Spiers

  She smirks at me. “I was hellbent on proving I could keep your dick happy just like a high school girl could. I wasn’t going to lose you over something I could do. Whoever said food was the way to a man’s heart was a dumbass.”

  More laughter expels. “My life will never be the same without you in it. By the way, I like your hair.”

  “You always did have a thing for blondes.”

  “No, I had a thing for a blonde named Gabby. There is a difference.”

  “Here,” Landon says, handing us our drinks. I hand her the cup of blue liquid and take my beer, giving her back my attention.

  She takes a long pull from her small black straw, her eyes falling to her ring. She grins at me with her straw in the corner of her mouth. “So, is this why you told me I could get my nails done?”

  “One reason. I know you. You would have wanted them done. And back then I don’t think I ever saw you without them done, which means it’s something you like. Keep them. We’ll work it in.”

  “Do you take payment in back scratches?”

  I can’t help but laugh. “That obvious, huh?”

  Her eyes are twinkling with the light hitting them just right. She’s happy, which makes me happy. “I guess I know you too.”

  “Even if you don’t scratch my back you can still keep them.”

  She wraps her arm around my lower back and pulls us together, moving her pelvis against mine to the beat of the music. “I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you happy, baby: back scratches, dick rides, and all.”

  I flatten my palm against her shoulder blade, bringing her upper half closer like her bottom half is. “Keeping me happy is a skill you’ve mastered.”

  She brings her face in closer to mine, a good bit of her drink already gone from the constant sipping out of the tiny straw. “Mmm hmm. Before I forget, your ass looks great in a pair of slacks. Is there a reason I’ve never seen this look before?”

  “I normally reserve this type of clothing for church. We couldn’t have an open relationship back then. I sat on the pew alone. You and me never left the sin bin. We didn’t make it to prom either.”

  She comes in so close my lips are hovering over hers. “What can I say, I like being in the sin bin with you. Speaking of, wanna get drunk and have car sex in the parking lot? You know, for old times’ sake?” So many memories. She has a bitchy little smile on her face as she grinds our pelvises together. “I take it that’s a yes?”

  Sucks being a guy sometimes. There is no hiding our arousal at all. “That depends. You gonna ride it like it’s the last time?”

  “That’s the only way I ever ride you, baby. How else do you think I keep you coming back for more?”

  I wrap my lips around her top one and tug. “I knew you were baiting me all that time.”

  “Of course I was. There’s no shame in my game, sweetheart. Want to know a secret?”

  “What’s that?”

  “That night of the concert . . . I saw you first. One look at you and I knew you were mine. You were so hot. I knew I had to step up my game and put my big girl panties on to get you—an older guy. Put myself right in your line of vision, yet I still had you coming to me. You were doomed from the start. I was going to figure out how to fuck you whether you tried or not.”

  I stare at her, trying so damn hard not to smile, but it’s no use. There is no way to completely understand my feelings for her. I gave up a long time ago. “You are crazy as hell, girl. My kind of crazy. No one has ever understood this thing between us. It used to bother me that no one could see it—how real it is—but I don’t give a shit anymore. It’s just you and me, Gab, forever.”

  She kisses me, so much emotion coming with it. “Promise me you won’t let anyone come between us this time, Maddox. We can fight for this. He can beat me. He can try to ship me off to Greece. He can threaten to take things from me. I’m telling you now I’ll never leave you willingly. I can endure anything he throws at me. As long as I know you’ll come for me. Promise me.”

  It feels like someone is shoving a knife in my heart and twisting it. Guilt settles in that Konnor is the one that went and got her and not me. I should have known before he did that something wasn’t right. I let my heartache control my brain. I run my hand through her hair and force her to look at me. “I’m sorry, Gab. The only way someone will take you again is by prying you from my cold, dead fingers. I promise.”

  Suddenly she goes from emotional to grinning from ear to ear. Gabby’s emotions come in short waves. When she’s had too much, she switches to the crazy, fun bitch that I love just as much as the sensitive one. “You go I go. I’m chasing your ass even in the afterlife.”

  “You better.”

  She grabs my free hand in hers and turns around, already moving her ass on me. “Now get drunk with me and let’s dance the night away. We didn’t get to go to parties together back then, remember? I want to have fun. Then I’m going to defile your goodness in the back of Konnor’s Tahoe.”

  My Gabby—the good, the bad, and everything in between.

  Twenty-Three

  Gabby

  I run out of the club pulling Maddox behind me by the hand, drunk as shit and giggling like a teenager that is doing something bad. God knows how much I’ve drank tonight. I wasn’t counting. It’s my birthday—the big one at that—and might I add the first good one I’ve had since fourteen, so everyone can bite me. I’m also celebrating good things. I was going for sloshed with the man I love, and with his lazy eyes and smile that won’t go away, I know he’s exactly where I want him. It was time to go; though with his longer legs and wider stride, he isn’t running at all, and letting me tug him along like a child.

  The line to the club is still wrapped around the building. I told Konnor to give us like thirty minutes and then we could all go chill out at home. I press the button on the keyless entry, unlocking Konnor’s Tahoe, and quickly open the back door, letting Maddox enter first since he’s bigger. I’m kind of excited that the windows are tinted dark, just like everything else on this vehicle that is black. This is better than that car he used to drive, roomier, and definitely more masculine.

  Maddox steps up, giving me a nice view of his ass being hugged in a pair of black slacks. I slap the firm muscle, hurrying him along, and then get in behind him and shut the door, locking it from the inside with the remote. “All the way back, boy,” I tell him when he tries to sit in the captain seat in the middle.

  He does a little spin thing and sits in the middle of the third-row seat, leaning back as far as the seat will allow. I stand between the captain seats, removing my heels as he stares me down, rubbing his palms up and down his thighs. “Have I told you how hot you are?”

  I smile. Yep, he’s good and ready for me. Sex is so much hotter when he’s been drinking. He doesn’t think much or feel guilty that we’re not doing it fucking missionary or a position very similar to it, or get too serious. Alcohol works as a mental block for him. He goes into alpha mode and lets the sexual animal he hides go. He’s the kind of guy that likes it dirty but then feels bad about it. I am always going to be his channel. Just because you like hot sex doesn’t mean you’re going to Hell. “Maybe a time or two, but you can tell me again.”

  I move to the back and drop to my knees between his feet, already working at his pants. He stops me. “Gab, you don’t have to do that.”

  I stand and bend over, grabbing his semi-hard dick in my hand over his pants, making him jerk, and then I start to rub, enjoying every second his breathing gets heavier and out of rhythm while his dick hardens. “Why not? It was okay for all those sluts you liked to do it. Do I suck at it? Am I too perfect in your eyes to have a dick in my mouth? You think I only deserve the sweet sex unless I egg you on with a guy while the whores got your bad side? Go ahead, tell me.” His jaw clenches and his eyes never leave mine. “Awe, poor baby. Cat got your tongue?”

  His chest is heaving. He’s getting angry. Good. This is how we get places. I push him. When someone
has deep feelings for you, you have the upper hand on them more times than not, because they love you too much to walk away when you piss them off. He does over me too. We love each other. That’s just the way it is. “No one has done that to me but you.”

  My head pulls back. “Well, well, well. The plot thickens, and my is it juicy.” Something he said the first night we were back together at his house dawns on me. I’ve barely done that with anyone. “How many cunts have you licked aside from mine?”

  “I’m not talking about other girls with you.”

  My eyes hone in on his. “I asked you a fucking question.”

  “One.” I rip at his fly, the button pulling loose from the fabric instead of slipping through the slit, and the zipper is forced down. “Shit.”

  “Who was the lucky one?”

  His expression changes from anger to something much softer. “Gab, please.”

  “One thing has always stood true with us, Maddox—we have no secrets. Regardless of how much it hurts, we’ve always just come out with it, so tell me, baby, whose pussy was special enough to lick that you couldn’t do it with anyone else?”

  “Gab,” he whispers, “please drop it. I’m begging you.”

  I roll my eyes and grip his chin, and I smirk. “Scared I’m gonna give you back your ring? Or beat her ass?”

  “Baby, I’m sorry. He told me to. My head was fucked up over you.”

  It finally clicks, and fuck if I can’t help but smile. The asshole makes me proud, because I remember everything she said when it came out. He said you used to have blonde hair. “You pretended it was me, didn’t you?”

  His green eyes darken, and with one look I know he doesn’t want to admit it. “We both have issues. We used each other, yet also helped each other. No one would understand. Not even Riggan understands our friendship.”

  The smile is only growing. “So I didn’t fuck anyone else and you didn’t do oral . . . We are a fucked-up pair, aren’t we?”

  “I didn’t get with girls because I liked it. I did it to get by. Sometimes I went months without it. Sex was something I had done before you. The rest are things I did for the first time with you.”

  The second I press my lips to his he relaxes. My hand lowers to the front of his button-down shirt, I fist it, and start working it out of his pants. “You’ve missed having your dick sucked, haven’t you?”

  He rubs his palm up the back of my thigh. He’s slowly coming back. “Yes.”

  I pull his dick out, my hand stroking up and down the long, hard length. “Ask me to suck your dick.”

  He fists the tiny string that runs across my lower back and makes a T over my ass crack. “I don’t want to. I can suck you.”

  Such a selfless lover. Too bad I like making him feel good. “If you want to lick me, stick me, suck me, fuck me, and come in me, you’ll ask me.” He stares at me; so hard in my hand. “I want to suck it. My mouth is watering. Ask me.”

  He closes his eyes, letting the shame wash over him. “Will you suck my dick?”

  “No. Open your eyes.” They meet mine. “Have we ever been wrong?”

  “No.”

  “Then ask me. You asked me to be your wife. A wife’s job is to please her husband. It’s not wrong. It’s no different than the way you like to please me.”

  “Will you suck my dick?” As I lean down to put it in my mouth, he grips the back of my thigh and pulls me toward the seat, twisting my body to face his side on my knees, forcing me on the leather as he scoots as close to the edge as he can to give me more room. I take him in my mouth, enduring a pelvic thrust like a reflex action from having my mouth on him after all this time, making me moan. I shove him to the back of my throat, letting my saliva run down his length like a film. “Fuck, Gab.”

  And then I suck. Up and down. Fisted hand never separating from my lips to only give full, tight strokes. On the way down I corkscrew. I drag my tongue along his length, enjoying his taste. I create a tight vacuum-like suction on the way up. I suck him from memory. I remember what makes him grunt and groan and grip my hair. I use his body language as a guide, just like when I taught myself how to do this on him. We learned so many things together. I let him experience hitting the back of my throat over and over, reminding him I have no gag reflex.

  Suddenly, my G-string is jerked down my thighs and he submerges two fingers deep inside me—the middle and ring fingers. He harshly thrusts them in and out of me, knowing I like it rough when he’s fingering me. Something has to make up for the lack of size in comparison to a dick. A long groan sounds from deep in his throat, like he’s finally quenching a thirst. “You’re so wet, baby. Shit. You like me in your mouth?”

  He’s back! Yes.

  I give him my answer in a hum wrapped around him, the sound vibrating his dick. With every pump inside of me I clamp my lips tighter, dragging slower, concentration becoming harder, because each time he’s submerged knuckle deep, his hand is cupped around a section of my ass cheek from the angle. It feels too good. And every time I squeeze around his fingers he speeds up, sounds of something solid pushing through a tight, wet channel filling the space. I make it to his tip and massage my tongue along that little triangular space on the bottom, sucking the head while my hand jerks him off. A tiny bead of salty nectar pushes out of him, making me want more.

  “I don’t want to come yet.” He grips a handful of my hair and jerks back, pulling me off of him before I could swallow, saliva running out of my mouth, and seconds later, he’s rolling my panties the rest of the way down my legs, forcing me to help where body meets seat, as his mouth comes down on mine. We eat at each other greedily, lips grinding and twisting against another pair, getting more turned on by the second.

  I nibble his lip, before pulling back. “Push your pants down and come back to the middle.”

  I move down the bench seat to let him scoot over toward me, and then he pushes them down enough that they won’t be in the way. I throw my leg over his lap, using my shins as the support for the rest of my weight, my body facing the same direction as his, just over him. He kneads an ass cheek in each hand as he shoves my dress up, baring my bottom, reminding me how much he likes it. “Hell yeah. You gonna back that ass up on me?”

  I look back, my lips already too telling as I reach down and align everything just right. “Depends on how good you make me feel,” I tell him, already sinking down on his length, my body swallowing him whole.

  His forehead falls against my shoulder blade, and he holds me still by his grip on my hips. “Give me a second. So many fucking memories.”

  He’s still emotional from proposing. I start rocking against him anyway, ignoring his request. He’s not killing my buzz. “Then let’s make another one.”

  “It’s unbelievable how good your pussy feels, regardless of how many times I’ve had it.” His hands rise beneath my dress, carrying the bottom hem with them, until each one is holding a boob. “Take this off.”

  “Anything for you.” Always has to have me naked. I smile, already lifting the dress the rest of the way until it’s over my head, tossing it on the floor of the Tahoe, and then grab his wrists in my hands for support. Thank God the costume makeup is waterproof. I swing my hips forward and backward, sweeping across his lap, pulling and pushing tight muscle up and down his length.

  “Bounce, baby. Let me see that ass shake.” I roll from the fronts of my feet being against the leather seat to the pads of my toes, giving me more body control to use my thighs, and then, just like he asked, I pump my body up and down on him with speed, working my thighs and knees. “Like that,” he says, his voice already strained and breathing labored. “Damn.”

  One hand veers down my front until his hand is cupped between my legs, his finger already rubbing me just right. I moan, my pelvis bucking forward unexpectedly. “Shit, baby, right there.”

  Maddox rarely strokes leisurely. He aims to please. He’d rather earn orgasms in number than a slow buildup for one, and I’m so close, already. The locks
on the doors sound, unlocking them. “What the fuck? I thought you told him to wait.”

  “I told him I’d text. If you freaking stop I’ll break your dick.” But my movements do slow some when my orgasm is pushing through the surface, wanting to explode, and Maddox takes over, moving his other hand to my hip to keep me bouncing on him. I grab my own boobs, squeezing hard. Seconds later, the back door opens, turning on the overhead light, but I can’t stop. There is no way in hell I’m stopping. “Shit. I’m about to come.”

  Just like he knows to do, the second he’s deep inside me, he stills, letting me feel everything, because he also likes the way my muscles pulse around him at the same time I get wetter. My hips rock back and forth on their own accord. Riggan steps up into the vehicle, his eyes meeting mine as my mind channels everything good, spreading it through my body in a paralytic way, making it hard to think or care about anything. Everything is just freaking blissful, like backstroking through a sea of clouds weightless. “You’re not done yet? I need the car.”

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” Maddox grits, anger laced in his voice, his hand still between my legs as I ride him hard. His breathing is out of control. “Do I look done? Get out.”

  I don’t know what kind of person he is when we’re apart sex wise, but he will always be private when it comes to me and him. Me, I’m more open for fun, as long as it includes him. And maybe that explains the hint of a smile spreading as Riggan looks at me again with a smirk on his own face, and then he winks, before continuing into the car, Sayler in tow behind him. “Nah, I think we can just share the space. It wouldn’t be the first time.”

  He reaches past her and closes the door, before grabbing the set of keys out of the seat and locking them back, then tosses the keys on the front center console after sitting in one of the captain seats, already pulling Sayler’s panties down her legs, and then forces her to straddle his lap. A zipper sounds. “Goddammit, Riggan. Why can’t you go somewhere else?”