by Hilary Storm
“Gabe. Why were you there? Where did you get that much money?” She tries a less annoyed tone with me this time. “Please, I need to know if it was you or not. Jesus… don’t you think this is traumatic for me?” Tears form in her eyes and I almost answer her. I almost tell her something that would ruin our entire mission and leave me in a fucked-up mess to clean up.
But I don’t.
Before I can stop myself, I’ve reached across the table palmed her face and wiped her tears with my thumb. She leans into my hand as if she’s begging me to respond to her and give her the answers she thinks she wants.
“Gabe. Why are you doing this? Why are you ignoring me at the same time sending mixed signals?” They’re not mixed. I fucking want her. I have for years. It’s just my restraint is fucking tainted with the shit that’s gone on. I know she wants answers and fuck… she deserves them, but I just can’t give them to her.
She slides her fingers over my wrist, gripping and pulling my hand toward her chest and looking at me with her fucking sad eyes. How am I supposed to say no to her when all I want to do is make her feel safe and let her know I’ll always be in the background watching to make sure of it. I always have.
She moves my hand over her chest, opening it over her heart. “Do you feel that? That’s what you’ve always done to me. But then you always open your mouth and make me want to choke you.”
I relax my arm on the table, allowing space between her chest and my gripped fist, hoping she’ll pull away some herself and not push anything else. It’s when her lips land on my knuckles that I almost throw everything to the fucking wind and carry her out of here and shut her up in the ways I’ve always thought about.
I’d much rather have her screaming in pleasure from what I’m doing to her than have her screaming at me for not responding to her.
I choose to walk out of the bar and ignore the little spit fire before I decide to allow us both the opportunity to take out our frustrations. I know I could go all fucking night with this pent-up tension. And she’s probably overdue for a fucking release if she’s been dating pansy ass fuckers like the one that my brother just sent out of here on his ass.
I nod at my brother and catch him pointing behind me, even though I already know the barely five-foot bombshell is on my heels. She doesn’t give up easy, but I’m a stubborn asshole… or so I’ve been called.
I’m almost to my truck when I see what she’s done. “Are you fucking kidding, Brie?”
“Call it my way of making you face me, Gabe.” She’s taking two steps to my single and has somehow made it ahead of me to plant herself in front of my passenger door. As if she’s a wall I couldn’t just pick up and move.
“Fine what the fuck do you want from me?” I stop about three feet from her, irritation taking over my entire body.
“Tell me it wasn’t you. Lie to me and tell me it was someone else and you wouldn’t spend a fucking dime to save me.”
I drop my hands at my sides and exhale. “It wasn’t me.”
“Liar.”
“If you’re so sure, then why are you even asking me? You already know all the answers, just go with that.”
“I’m scared to death. Three women from here were kidnapped the same night and I just know they were there. I can’t think straight. I can’t get the screams out of my head.” She starts to yell and I can’t take another fucking second of watching her tormented like this, so I pull her against my chest and hold her tight. “I was chained up naked, Gabe. How many people saw me like that? What if they know it was me?”
“I won’t let them get to you. I’ll personally destroy every single mother fucker that was in that room.” I make her look at me so she can see just how serious I am. “I will make sure they all pay for what they’ve done. Trust me.”
“Why would you do that?”
“It’s just what I do. I can’t talk about all the details, but just know they’ll all meet their maker very soon.” Even though I’m trying to calm her down, I can tell her mind is racing more as I continue.
“You’re a killer?”
Chapter Thirteen
Aubrie
“Does it really matter what I do? I saved your ass from a situation you should never have been in.” He slowly walks us both backward until my back is flush against the passenger door of his truck, effectively pinning me in. His breath brushes over my ear as he talks against my cheek. “That’s all you need to know.”
“How do you expect me to just forget everything that happened? Don’t I deserve answers after everything I’ve been through?”
“I can’t give you answers. Please just let it go. Trust that I’ll handle everything.” He speaks in a whisper sending chills up my spine.
“But you saw me like that. Chained up and displayed for everyone to look at like disgusting filth.” He presses his hard body against mine, grinding his hips into me and sending my mind all over the place while my body naturally reacts to his.
“I didn’t see filth.” If this is his way of distracting me from all the questions I have… it’s working. I struggle with what to say next, when I came here with everything completely mapped out in my head. In all of the scenarios I played out, I never dreamed he’d do something like this to make a point.
“What did you see?” He exhales with my question and hesitates before he finally responds.
“I saw a woman I’ve known for most of my life.” He slides his large hands down my arms, stopping at my hips before he repositions them back on the truck and allowing a few inches between us. “The same body I’ve seen in a bikini a thousand times and always found myself curious about what was underneath the tiny shreds of material that could’ve been untied at any time.” He grinds against me once again. “Do you know how hard it was in high school not to pull one of those strings just to see what you’d do. I always had to remind myself how much younger you were.”
“I probably would’ve slapped you. You were an ass.”
“I still am. I have to be.” He’s still grinding against me, but now his bulging erection is part of the mix. “It keeps people safe.”
The more he continues, I find myself almost frozen in place. My body trying to urge him not to stop at the same time I’m shifting just slightly so that the pressure is in all the right places. “Fuck, I want you.”
I want him too. Like crazy. But I could never tell him that. Gabe isn’t the kind of guy to be with a girl more than once. He doesn’t like commitment. He hates ‘clingers’ and I’m not sure how all of this will turn out when right now I want nothing more than to wrap my arms around his neck and never let go.
He makes me feel safe. He always has. And that’s something I need more than ever and can’t seem to get anywhere else but, in his arms… or apparently over his shoulder.
“You bought me. You own me.” It’s as if my words were as cold as ice against his back. He stills his movements completely before he backs away, leaving me hot and bothered still backed against his passenger door.
“I didn’t buy you to own you, Brie. I bought you to free you. You’re not something money could buy. I don’t want to fuck you if you’re doing it out of some sort of made up obligation.”
What do you say to that? What do you say to an angry looking man glaring at you as if he’s scolding you for saying something idiotic at the same time he’s saying the single most romantic thing I’ve ever been told? I bought you to free you.
My mind comes up with nothing and for once my mouth doesn’t have anything either. My heart begins to beat faster and it doesn’t take much to convince my body to move forward until I’m against his chest. I run my fingertips down both of his arms, feeling his muscles shift as I do.
His eyes consume everything about me. I can feel him looking even when I’m watching my own fingers trail over his skin. “I’m sorry. I just assumed if you spent that much money, you’d want something in return.”
“Me wanting you has nothing to do with the money.” Gabe loses all sense of s
elf-restraint and finally picks me up so that my legs wrap around his waist. With just a few steps, my back is against the truck again and his hands are palming my ass cheeks. His lips are skimming over mine, patiently drawing out the tease before he opens his mouth and changes everything.
His kiss is more than I ever imagined it would be. Soft but demanding. Firm and inviting. We match movements and we’re quickly thrown into the deepest, most passionate kiss I’ve ever had. He takes my breath away and has me craving his touch with just this simple kiss. If this is what his mouth can do to me, I can’t wait for him to continue.
As if he’s taking notes, he slides his hands up my back and grinds against me, rotating his hips into mine once again. His jeans and my shorts become annoying barriers that we both get frustrated with. “I can’t fuck you in a parking lot.” He breaks our connection just long enough to get a few words out.
I’ve never been this worked up before sex. The pull I feel towards Gabriel is an entirely new feeling and something I have to explore.
He’s always been there, but I never allowed myself to consider him as anyone different than my brother’s friend, especially since Alex made sure to remind me that most of my teenage years.
And maybe he still is just my brother’s friend, but for now he gets me and understands what I’ve been through. Right now, he feels amazing and that’s something I need desperately.
“Please don’t stop. I need this. I need you.” He kisses me between words and slows his movements once again and I realize I just made a colossal mistake. There’s no going back from here.
Chapter Fourteen
Gabriel
Fuck, she feels amazing. I didn’t talk myself out of touching her this time. Out of telling her how much I want her. I can’t count the times this girl has had me thinking about her over the years. But she’s the forbidden fruit. The one girl I’m not supposed to touch… or even want to touch.
Tell that to my dick. Tell that to my mind, since thoughts of her have been on constant replay over the years. She seems just as desperate to feel me against her as I want to be there. I know I should stop all of this, but I just don’t have it in me tonight.
I think we both know if we stall in the slightest that either one of us will end it before we have a chance to get this far again. Maybe she’s just as starved for this as I am. She’s starting to allow her hands to slide over my arms and back. Just knowing that she wants this as bad as I do makes me more eager to take her to bed. There’s just one problem… I made a solid promise to her brother that I’d never touch her.
“What are you doing to me Brie?” I start to pull away, but her hold on my shoulders tightens as she kisses me harder, challenging me to continue. She pulls at my shirt and urges me to take it off just before she starts to do the same. The fact that we’re in a parking lot has no effect on her and that makes her even sexier to me. My dick is completely hard with all the grinding we’ve been doing and her grip on it makes it even more concrete. This is happening.
I refuse to let myself think of all the reasons why this is wrong and the consequences that I’ll face after I’m done. She feels too good in my arms and against my dick for any of that bullshit.
Aubrie
I could feel him pulling away, taking part of my heart with him so I pulled him tighter against me. I’m not in love with this man… I just need to feel like he makes me feel. Safe. Cherished. Appreciated. Respected.
I refuse to let him get in his own head about this; I can feel his aggressive touch shifting before he tries to step back. I want him tonight. Tugging his shirt over his head is my way of making him push this along to the next level. He knows his way around a woman, that’s easy to tell just by the way he’s handling me.
Throwing caution to the wind, I lift my own shirt over my head and let it fall at our feet. Knowing that we’ll be naked and fucking soon has me feeling bolder than normal. “You can’t be naked out here like this. You’re the Governor’s daughter, remember.” How can I ever forget? That’s what I’ve spent my life around and how I base all my decisions.
“I don’t care.”
“You might if the press gets ahold of pictures. Let’s take this to my house.”
“No. I don’t want you to change your mind.”
“Do you feel this?” He sets my hand back down on the bulge of his jeans.
“How could I not?” It’s not meant to be a joke. He’s not trying to hide how hard he is and I haven’t allowed there to be an inch of space between us since he started kissing me. Believe me when I say I’ve felt him the entire time.
“That’s your ticket to finish this ride.” He bites my bottom lip with the next kiss, making all the sexual promises a person can make with his touch.
“Can we compromise and go to my place.” I don’t want my brother to put a damper on things and something tells me he wouldn’t approve of this, even though I don’t care right now, I don’t want either of us to have to deal with the fallout.
“Deal. I like that we’ll be alone. I can make you scream my name.” One last quick kiss and he’s handing me my shirt and I’m rushing to my brother’s truck, both of us smiling in a ridiculous way.
He waits until I’ve already pulled out of the parking spot before he gets in the driver’s seat of his own truck. A part of me should be sorry for pinning him in like that, but then again… none of that would’ve happened if he’d had the chance to slip away.
He pulls out behind me and before long we’re at my house, both of us rushing inside the house as soon as I open the garage door. The second I close it back up, he’s stripping off my clothes along with his own.
Our kisses are just as desperate as they were before, but this time we’re moving faster. We’re both tired of the build-up and ready for the real deal.
“Tell me if this is too much and I’ll stop.”
“Don’t stop.” I manage to get those two words in just as he lifts me around his waist once again. His dick now free and clear of being restricted behind his denim jeans. Poking between us and teasing me even more than it was before. Jesus, this man is pure rock-hard muscle from his shoulders to his legs. I’ve never been with a man like Gabriel before and I can tell I’m going to like the change of pace.
“Where’s your bed?”
“End of the hall on the right.” He walks us to my bedroom as if I’m nothing to carry. A man on a mission, clearly just as ready for this as I am. I love that he can’t get enough of my kiss. I never would’ve expected him to be this attentive during foreplay, but he continues to surprise me.
With his knees on the bed, he gently lays me on my back, never allowing our lips to separate. He continues to kiss me with both of his hands splayed out beside me, holding his body above mine at the same time allowing me to have free reign over him.
I trace my fingers over the ridges of his back, slowing us both down a little. The bright moonlight shines through my bedroom window and lights up the room enough for me to see his face. I love the way he’s watching me between kisses, pausing as if he’s about to say something. His gentleness is a direct contradiction to the guy I’ve always known and that makes him sexy as hell right now.
He lowers himself on top of me, his body covering mine while he begins to move his lips over my chest and neck. He’s sending chills across my skin and driving me crazy with his lingering tongue, leaving a trail of moisture behind as he lowers himself down my stomach.
“Are you sure about this?” I love that he’s being careful about all of this, but I’ve reached my limit of this nice Gabriel. It’s not real to me, I’ve known him too long to believe this is how he is in the sack.
I decide to make him realize just how ready I am and how I’m done with all the talking. Gripping his short hair, I push his head lower until he’s hovering over my throbbing clit, then I use both hands to hold him in place while he puts that amazing tongue to good use.
I can’t possibly be any clearer about how sure I am about all of this. I’v
e never been one to shy away from what I want and I’m not about to start tonight.
Chapter Fifteen
Gabriel
How did I know she’d be like this in bed? I love a woman who’s not afraid to grab what she wants and go for it… not that I wasn’t about to give her what she wanted on my own. Listening to her moan through her first orgasm from me was everything I imagined it would be.
The way she arches her back, pulling me by the hair and giving me even more images of what she’ll be like in other positions. My fucking sex kitten.
I notice how tight she is when I insert two fingers and begin to work her clit once again. She’s gonna feel all of me, so I need her nice and wet to make this happen.
She’s got me so ramped up that I have to start thinking about other shit to distract myself from how fucking hot this is. I can’t go in and blow in a few seconds with her. She deserves the full treatment and I’m going to do my best to give it to her, even if she does everything to work against me lasting for hours.
I move over her so that my cock is posed at her entrance. Just as I’m about to slip off the bed and get a condom out of my jeans, she pulls my hips toward her and sends the tip in. “I’m on the pill. Just do it.” I close my eyes with the warmth and realize in this moment there’s not a fucking thing I can think about to distract me from how good she feels.
I don’t fuck without a condom. Mostly because I don’t tend to choose the kind of woman I’d consider anything but a fuck. If any other woman would’ve pulled a stunt like this, I’d have thrown her from my bed and never looked back.
But here I am trying my hardest to get balls deep in Brie Winters without protection… and it feels fucking amazing. We grind and rotate until we’re both out of breath and gripping the sheets riding out our orgasms, never changing positions which is extremely rare for me. Even when I try to pull out, she pulls me closer against her and holds me tight.
