by Holly Renee
“I’ll try.” I promised her.
“Where are your parents now?” She reached her hand out and ran it across the hair of my beard.
“As far as I know, they are still living in the same shit hole trailer shooting poison into their veins until it kills them. It’s unfair really. They literally inject something in their bodies every day that should kill them, but they’re still alive.”
“When was the last time that you saw them?”
“A very long time ago. I left them behind the moment I could, and I never looked back.”
“Did they not get in trouble for what happened to your sister?”
“The man who murdered her is still in jail, but technically,” I cleared my throat because what I was about to say infuriated the hell out of me, “my parents’ had no involvement in her murder. When the cops went to my house, my dad had drugs on him and was charged with possession and child endangerment. My mom didn’t get anything. He went to jail for a few years, and I dealt with her ass until she had no choice but to let me leave. I was never home anyway. I practically lived with Blake’s family, and his mom and dad became more like parents to me than my own ever had been.”
“They’re good people.”
“They are amazing. They kept me and Blake in line the best they could after what happened to Kara, but we were pretty difficult to handle. Gary was the one who sat us straight. When he caught us trying to steal from his garage, he put the fear of God in us and put our asses to work.”
She laughed softly and tucked her hand under her head. “I could just imagine you and Blake when you were younger. I bet you two were such a handful. With those good looks and that bad boy attitude, I bet the ladies came running.”
“I can’t spill all of my secrets in one day.” I ran my fingers up her ribs causing her to laugh and smack my hand away.
“I bet you were such a player.” She squirmed underneath my fingers, and I lifted my body over hers to pin her body where I wanted it.
She opened up to me immediately, and my hips nestled between her thighs. She was still laughing and her eyes were the bluest I had ever seen them.
“You are so damn beautiful.” I brushed the curls that fell out of place while we were playing out of her face.
“Oh. Do not use your lines on me.” She giggled at her own joke. “You think you are so smooth and can change the subject just like that.”
“I wasn’t trying to change the subject.” I smiled down at her. “I was being honest. You’re fucking beautiful, especially when you’re laughing.”
“Thank you,” she smiled up at me, “but you’re still not getting out of it.”
I tickled her sides again, and she laughed so hard that an adorable snort slipped out of her. I leaned up to look down at her and couldn’t stop the smile on my face.
“Did you just snort?” My question came out with laughter.
“No. I did not.” She acted like she was outraged by the idea.
“Yes. You did. You just snorted.” My body shook against hers.
“Listen here, buddy.” She pointed a pink finger nail at me. “I don’t snort, and you weren’t a player. Deal?”
“Deal.” I smashed my mouth into hers, and we rolled around the bed in laughter.
The last couple days at Gabe’s grandparents’ house had been amazing. We had been lounging around, cooking, and just getting to know each other better than we ever had. There was an openness between us that had never quite been there before.
We talked about everything. It was so odd to think that just a few short days before he was keeping me at such a distance. We talked about our goals, we laughed about our friends, but most importantly, we talked about us.
“So what happens when we go home?” I asked, almost scared that the way we had been while we were here would end as soon as we made it back home.
“I guess that depends on what you want.” He cut into his steak that he had just grilled. “My plan is to spend as much time with you as possible.”
“Yes, but as what?” I took a bite of my own steak before I could have verbal diarrhea and ruin the time we had spent together.
“Well I’m not exactly experienced at putting a label on things, but I guess you’ll be my girlfriend.” He looked at me like he was lost. “That’s what I’m supposed to call the girl I’m in love with, right?”
My smile was instant, and I abandoned my plate of food to go to him. I sat down on his lap, and his arms wrapped around me.
“It sounds so weird to hear you say that.”
“Well you better get used to it. I’ve fucked around with enough of our time. I’m not wasting anymore.” Gabe placed a chaste kiss on my lips before pulling my plate in front of him.
I sat on his lap as we ate. His hands would caress my skin between bites of food, and I had never felt more treasured than in that moment.
We finished eating in a comfortable silence then cleared the table and did the dishes together. It felt so domestic, yet it felt natural.
As I was drying the last plate, I heard Gabe chuckle to himself, and I turned toward him to see what was so funny. My smile disappeared from my face as soon as the water hit me in the chest.
I shielded my face with the plate that was still in my hand, and when the water stopped, I lowered the plate to look at Gabe with shock. He was bent over in laughter with one hand on his knee and the other hand still on the sprayer.
“Gabe Lawson. You better put that down right now.”
“What this?” He shook the sprayer in his hand.
“I’m not playing with you,” I warned as I slowly backed away from where he stood.
“You know when I bought this thing, they told me that the sprayer had a long reach, and for the life of me, I couldn’t understand why I would need that. Until now.”
He shot the water out at me again and I tried to run out of his reach, but somehow I managed to back myself straight into a corner with nowhere to go except toward him. My shirt and shorts were completely soaking wet at that point, and the sound of his laughter made me want to retaliate. I sat the plate in my hands down on the table and charged toward him. He soaked my face in water, which matched the kitchen floor, and I almost slipped right when I made it to him.
“Oh shit.” He dropped the sprayer but not his laughter as he reached his hands out for me and caught me right before I fell on my ass.
While he was distracted by helping me, I managed to get my hand on the sprayer and I aimed it right in his face and pulled the trigger as hard as I could.
His laughter was muffled by his sputtering, and I laughed until I snorted when I managed to soak him from head to toe.
Gabe snatched the sprayer out of my hands and dropped it in the sink before turning off the water. He had my body pinned against the countertop and water dripped down from his face onto mine. He had a large smirk on his face and I knew I was in trouble.
He lifted my ass onto the countertop and trapped me in with his body between my legs.
“Did you think you could really get away with that?” His voice was teasing but his eyes were roaming down my white tank top that was now completely see-through.
“And exactly what do you think you’re going to do about it?” I leaned back on my hands to give him a better view of my breasts.
“Well to start, I’m going to pull this scrap of fabric off of you then I’m going to suck every drop of water off of your skin.”
He pulled my shirt over my head and the wet fabric got stuck in my hair. I laughed as he struggled with it before he successfully got it untangled and threw it behind him with a loud splat. His hands traveled down my body, and my skin pebbled from a combination of his touch and the cool air against my wet skin.
He ran his finger over the nipple of my right breast and collected a drop of water off my skin. The skin of my chest wasn’t the only thing that was wet when he lifted his finger and dipped it into my mouth. I circled my tongue around his finger and sucked it deep into my mouth.
His expression went from playful to hungry within a split second, and I showed him how hungry I was by pulling his finger deeper into my mouth and moaning around his skin.
His finger left my mouth with a pop, and Gabe buried his head into my neck and licked the skin from my collarbone to my ear. The contrast from the warmth of his tongue and the coolness of the water sliding down my skin caused a shiver to rake through my body.
Gabe traced the path of a drop of water down my skin with his tongue and latched onto my breast as the drop continued down to my belly button. My wet shorts were rubbing against my skin and causing even more friction against my center. I pushed myself further to the edge of the counter and into Gabe. He gripped my ass in his hands and lifted me completely off the counter before carrying me to the kitchen table.
His feet softly splashed in the water on the floor, and I couldn’t help laughing at the mess that we had made. We were two adults who had practically flooded the kitchen and were now using it as our own waterpark.
I landed on the kitchen table and Gabe dove into my skin, making good on his promise, and licking the cascades of water that were dropping down from my curls and running along my skin. He took his sweet time tracing every inch of my skin, leaving me a panting mess on the table.
He pushed my back down against the table, and I lifted my hips for him to pull off my shorts.
“You’re an eager one. Aren’t you?” He chuckled.
He pulled out a chair and sat down in front of me. He lifted one of my legs into the air, and I dropped my bottom to the table because I couldn’t hold my weight with one trembling leg. He peppered light kisses against my ankle before running his tongue from my ankle to the back of my knee. He nipped at the skin along my inner thigh before he stroked each sensitive area with his tongue.
He reached the apex of my thighs then worked his way back down my leg and moving to the next. My body was on fire, and the sensations that were running through me were all-consuming. He had barely touched me anywhere that I needed him, but I was already on the brink of combustion.
His fingers curled into the top of my shorts and my body reacted, knowing it was about to get what it desperately wanted. He dragged my cold wet shorts down my too hot skin. He left my panties where they were, and I couldn’t tell if they were soaking wet from the water fight or from my arousal.
He tossed my shorts down on the ground then lifted my feet to the edge of the table causing my knees to bend and for my center to be completely exposed. Gabe blew a soft breath against my thighs.
“Oh God, Gabe.”
He chuckled softly but didn’t reply.
He continued blowing against my skin then aimed his breath right over my wet panties. My back arched off the table, and I lifted my head to see what he was doing. When he saw me watching him, he softly ran his tongue against my panties then roughly sucked the fabric right above my clit into his mouth. His eyes stared directly at me as he sucked out the moisture and my pleasure, but I only lasted a second before I dropped back to the table, unable to hold myself up any longer.
His fingers ran along my panties, and it felt so erotic for him to be so close to touching my skin yet so far away. He separated my lips with his fingers through the fabric, and when his tongue flicked rapidly over my clit, I could hardly tell that there was any barrier between us.
Alternating between fast flicks and deep sucks, Gabe drawled out my pleasure. I felt like the embers of a fire. I was blazing hot, burning from the inside out. All I needed was for Gabe to add a little more fuel, and I would burst into flames.
Gabe ran his teeth across my clit and the blaze tore through me, the fire combusting throughout my entire body.
“Oh.”
“Fuck.”
“Gabe.”
“Shit.”
The back of my head hit the table with a loud thump, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was the way Gabe’s tongue was moving on my skin, drawing out my pleasure. Gabe took each of my trembling legs and laid them back against the table knowing I didn’t have the energy left to hold them up.
I laid on the table in front of him unmoving. I wasn’t even able to lift my head after the orgasm that took every ounce of energy from my body. It didn’t escape me that I laid in front of him like a meal. I was a damn offering, and I would willingly offer myself up to him on a daily basis.
A chair scraping across the floor caused me to open my eyes to see Gabe standing up and leaning over me with hungry eyes.
“Let’s go take a shower,” he demanded.
“What about this mess?” I asked weakly because I didn’t think I could stand let alone clean.
“The mess can wait. I need to take a shower with you.”
“Okay, but you’re carrying me.” I stretched my arms above my head.
Gabe chuckled before sliding his hands behind my back and lifting my lax body into his arms. I wrapped my drained legs around his waist and my useless arms around his shoulders. He braced my weight with his hands on my ass, and he walked us out of the room and toward the bathroom.
His clothes were still soaking wet and cold against my skin. My body bounced against his as he carried me into the bathroom, and by the time he sat me down on the counter, my body had come back alive. I watched him strip his clothes off piece by piece. The muscles of his stomach bunched under his movements and caused me to squirm with the urge to run my tongue over every ridge.
He kicked his blue jeans off his legs and almost fell over when they stuck to his skin. A giggle bubbled out of me, and he narrowed his eyes as he bent down and pulled the material the rest of the way off.
“Is something funny?” He stalked toward me, now completely bare.
“Nope.” I giggled again. “I was always told never to laugh when a man has his pants down.”
Gabe lunged for me, and I squealed in laughter. He lifted my ass off the counter and stood me up in the shower. I pulled my panties down my legs while he turned on the water.
“Do I need to show you that I have nothing for you to laugh about?” He cocked an eyebrow up at me.
“And how are you going to show me that?” I teased.
“I’m going to fuck the laughter right out of you.”
He gripped my thighs in his hands and slammed me up against the shower wall. I started to kiss his neck and worked my way down his shoulders. His beard tickled my face as I ran my tongue along his skin.
“Shit. I need to get a condom.” Gabe cursed as I bit down on the skin of his collarbone.
“I’m on birth control, Gabe.” I didn’t move my mouth away from his skin as I talked. I continued kissing every inch that I could get my mouth on.
Gabe lined himself up with me and slid into me with a groan.
“You feel so damn good.”
He pulled my face away from his body and gripped my chin in his hand. He covered my lips with his and began fucking my mouth in the same rhythm of his hips. The shower poured down over us, but I barely noticed. Gabe was pounding into me, and my back slapped against the wall with each thrust.
“Rub your clit for me,” he demanded in my ear.
I reached my hand between our bodies and did as I was told. Rolling my fingers in small circles, I quickly brought myself to the edge. My walls clamped down around Gabe, and he pounded into me with a ferocity that threw me over. The orgasm ripped through me, and I bit down on Gabe’s shoulder. I was grasping for some sense of control, but it was a futile effort because it was gone. I was literally putty in Gabe’s hands, and he could control my body like it was an extension of his own.
He thrust into me several more times as my body tightened around him then he slammed by body against the shower wall and came on a loud curse. I dropped my feet to the ground but Gabe kept his arms around me to offer any support I might have needed, and I realized that even though I could stand on my own two feet, I would always need his support.
When the day rolled around that we had to head home, I was sad to leave the bubble we had created
around us, and I was worried about our relationship regardless of the reassurances that Gabe had given me. I was worried about the pressures our responsibilities would put on us and how we would handle them together.
Despite my concerns, we fell into a normal routine that felt far too natural. We both would go to work, me at the clinic, Gabe at the shop, then we would come home to my apartment and spend our evenings together. Gabe was practically living in my apartment although neither one of us had even brought the subject up.
Gabe sold his grandparents’ home even though I begged him not to. I was worried that he would regret that decision one day. I didn’t want him to give up the only good memories of his childhood that he had, but Gabe insisted that he sell it. He said there was no reason to keep the home. All his good memories of his family weren’t in the home, they were with him. I couldn’t argue with that.
We spent time with our friends, and Kat’s belly grew rounder and rounder every day that I saw her. Blake and her were the most excited expectant parents I had ever seen. They found out that they were having a girl, and Kat was already busy decorating the nursery.
I, of course, was taking my aunt responsibilities extremely serious and already had a stockpile of frilly, pink clothes waiting on my niece. Blake seemed more anxious once he found out it was a girl, and I couldn’t blame him. If she was anything like her mama, she was going to be a knockout. Blake was already talking about how she wasn’t allowed to date until she was twenty-five. Kat just rolled her eyes and gave him a reassuring pat as if he really had a choice in the matter.
I was working in the clinic with Dr. Smith holding down a dog that was almost the same size as me when I felt my phone vibrate it my pocket. Our tech had called in again and it looked like I would be spending the following day looking for her replacement. By the time we finished getting the large dog back out to his parents, I almost forgot to check my phone.
