Unspoken Endings

by Gabbie S. Duran

  Grinding harder up in between her leg, she breathlessly responds, “I don’t know.” The answer frustrates me knowing it’s New York and it can take forever. If I have to, I’ll take her here and now. Fuck decency. I’m pretty sure once they hear Abigail screaming they will get the point and keep driving. The thought is broken though when I feel the car coming to a stop, telling me we have arrived at our destination. A groan escapes Abigail’s lips, which only makes me laugh.

  “Miss me that much?” I ask before kissing her. A quick knock on the window tells me Julio is waiting on us. “Let’s go finish what we started, beautiful,” I tell her, earning me a cute little pout of her lips. Opening the door, Julio helps her climb out of the car, allowing me to follow her. Her hand is tightly clasped in mine as she leads me to the elevator. I’m surprised she’s still controlling herself as the doors enclose the three of us in.

  When the elevator doors open, she holds me back to allow Julio to exit first, something she has explained is now routine. Entering the hotel room and heading to the room on the right, you can hear the opening and shutting of doors before he exits soon after with a simple nod. My body is yanked by Abigail’s hand into the same room and within seconds I’m slamming the door shut with my foot. Crashing my lips down onto hers, her hands are already demanding I take my clothes off, my own doing the same with hers. The only time our lips break apart is to lift our shirts over our heads before we’re back at it again.

  Practically ripping her jeans off, I have her naked and lift her against the door, entering her in one hard thrust, making us both groan with pleasure. The warmth of her warm walls completely surrounds my cock as I start grinding in and out of her. Her gasps are my reward as I start pumping hard and fast, just the way she likes it. Her legs tightly wrapped around my waist help her meet each and every thrust I give her as my hands massage her ass.

  Within minutes, I feel her tighten around my dick. Her nails dig into the skin of my shoulders as she throws her head back and moans my name. I hadn’t wanted to finish so quickly, but the week since I’ve made love to her has felt like years and within seconds I’m soon emptying myself inside of her. Bringing myself to a stop, I use every ounce of strength I have left to hold Abigail up and walk us over to the bed to collapse on it.

  Her body is lethargically laying on mine as I feel both our hearts hastily beat against one another’s chest and run my hands up and down her back, needing to feel every inch of her body. I’m practically panting as I say, “I can’t wait to do that again.”

  Her little giggle from my words sends a warm shiver down the throat her lips are now trailing kisses upon. “Hmm, hmm,” I feel her say. “I love you,” she whispers, the words already making me twitch inside of her as I begin to grow hard, her rocking urging me into our next round. Thankfully, we have all night to make up for the time we have been apart.

  ABIGAIL’S HAND SLOWLY glides up and down my forearm where my tattoo rests. She’s half draped across my body, where I positioned her.

  “How come you didn’t tell me you were coming?” she asks, no hint of resentment in her question.

  Placing a kiss on her head, I answer. “I wanted to surprise you for your birthday,” I tell her as I grind her core against my leg.

  “It was the best surprise and birthday present ever.”

  I let out a small laugh as I clutch her thigh. The warmth against my leg has been teasing me for the last couple of minutes, but after that last round, I know we both need some time to recover. She lifts her head to rest her chin on my chest as she looks me in the eyes, the moonlight coming in through the window illuminates her beautiful smile.

  Looking curiously at me, I can see a question forming in her mind. “How did you manage to get into the showroom? They weren’t letting anyone in because of the media,” she says, reminding me that Julio had to pull strings to get me on a special list. Brushing my fingers through her hair, I say, “Julio knew I was coming, so he arranged to meet me. We had to use the assistant ruse to get me through the door,” I answer with a chuckle as I watch her nose scrunch up, hating the term we used in the past.

  “They’ve been getting on me to get one,” she glowers.

  “Yeah, that’s what he told me.”

  Her eyes slowly blink, as if struggling to stay open. Her chest is slowly rising and falling, telling me she’s exhausted, but from the rumble of her stomach I know she’s hungry. I’m starving myself, now that I think about it.

  “Want to eat?” I ask her, but she doesn’t immediately answer. Lightly shaking her, she gives me an angered grumble as she mumbles, “I’m not hungry.”

  “Abigail, you’re not trying to starve yourself now that you’re here, are you?”

  Her head snaps up, looking agitated. “When have I ever needed to do that?”

  “Good,” I say, squeezing her thigh and pulling us both up. “Because I’m hungry and you’re eating with me.” She lets out an exasperated sigh before her eyes light up, looking hopeful.

  “Are you making pancakes?”

  “Why would I make you pancakes now?” I ask, arching my eyebrows in confusion as I look towards the darkening New York sky outside our window.

  “Because I’m pretty sure I’ve earned them.” I throw my head back and laugh at her proclamation. She irritably digs her finger into my ribs, making me wince. “Well, I did,” she urges.

  Digging my finger into her side, she squirms away from me as she yelps. “As I recall, it’s usually running that earns you my pancakes,” I state. With a wiggle of my brows, I add, “But if cardiovascular activities were the case, then yes, you did earn your pancakes, beautiful. But I don’t have the stuff to make them,” I remind her.

  She crawls up onto me, straddling my hips before she reaches past me to the side table. Her breasts are in perfect alignment with my mouth and I take advantage by taking her nipple into my mouth, urgently sucking on it. She digs her nails into my shoulder as she lets out a moan and arches her back, thrusting herself into me. The warmth between her legs rubbing against my cock triggers it to awaken, but I mentally order it to calm itself when I hear her stomach rumble again. Releasing her nipple with a pop, I glance up to see her opening her eyes, looking disoriented.

  “Food first, then sex,” I explain, watching her pout down to me. Kissing her breast as I chuckle from her reaction, she lightly shoves me before placing a pen and notepad into my hands.

  “Write down all the ingredients and I’ll have Julio give it to the concierge so they will know what you need. I’m getting my pancakes, Mr. Garcia,” she orders, rubbing herself against my cock before she quickly climbs off me. Now I’m the one left pouting as I watch her naked body walk away from me as she goes to turn on the light.

  Blinking my eyes to adjust to the light, I’m now looking at the notepad and start scribbling down what I need. “Even if they were to get all the items, it’d be really late by the time they deliver them. I’m hungry now,” I protest as I keep writing.

  Rolling her eyes, she says, “I know that. The hotel has a twenty-four hour kitchen that delivers room service and according to Julio, they make a killer steak.”

  My eyes light up at the mention of steak, boosting me to write faster.

  “DAMN, THIS STEAK is good,” I say before stuffing another piece into my mouth. The moment it hits my tongue my eyes close with delight from the mouth-watering flavors exploding in my mouth.

  Swallowing the piece he’s chewing on before he speaks, “Told you,” Julio states. Abigail rolls her eyes with a mouthful of salad she ordered for herself.

  “Why are you eating a salad?” I ask, confused because she doesn’t usually only eat a salad.

  “Because you’re not around to help me burn the extra calories.”

  Eyeing her, I’m confused because she looks exactly the same as I’d seen her a week ago. Putting my utensils down so I can pull her into my lap, I say, “I know that isn’t the real reason, so tell me the truth.”

  Dropping her head as
if ashamed, she mumbles, “For some odd reason those other girls intimidate me. They’re always eyeing me as if they’re looking for my flaws, and I hate it,” she grimly declares.

  Lifting her chin to look at her, I ask, “Has it ever occurred to you that maybe they do it because they’re jealous of you?” She doubtfully looks at me, causing me to continue. “You’re beautiful, Abigail, and I’m pretty sure they know that.”

  She lights up with a smile and links her arms around my neck so she can tug me forward to kiss her. Pushing my tongue into her mouth so I can deepen the kiss, we’re soon forced to break apart when Abigail’s phone starts ringing from the room. Sighing after she pulls away, she stands saying, “That’s Hans. I better answer or else he won’t stop calling,” already walking towards the room.

  My eyes follow her until she disappears through the door. I turn back and I’m now facing Julio, which reminds me I still need to talk to him. Narrowing my eyes down at him, I start speaking. “About the other night,” I start off. “It better not happen again… Ever.”

  His body tenses from my statement. “I’ve repeatedly apologized to Abigail and I owe you an apology as well. I’m sorry, but it only happened because I thought she was in danger. Otherwise it wouldn’t have happened at all,” he explains. “The moment I barged in, it only took a split second to realize she wasn’t in danger, which is why I closed my eyes.”

  “How much did you really see?”

  “Not everything, if that’s what you’re wondering.” My eyes go wide making him laugh. “And I’m glad.” I’m still skeptically looking at him, wondering just how much I truly still trust he’s telling me the truth.

  He lets out a heavy sigh. “Mateo, I know what you’re thinking and you have nothing to worry about. It’s awkward enough knowing what happened and I will have to live with the guilt of violating her trust on that matter. You should know by now that I see Abigail more like a daughter that I will continue guarding with my life more than anything else. So you can let that thought go,” he reprimands, pointing his steak knife at the room. “I like this job way too much to do anything that would jeopardize it.”

  “Is that so?” I ask, almost challenging him to see what his next answer will be.

  “You kidding me? I get paid to sit on my ass most of the time and my greatest source of entertainment is your love life. I wouldn’t get that in the field I’m usually in,” he says with a chuckle. His declaration allows me to let out the breath I was holding the entire time.

  “That’s good to know,” I tell him and he replies with a short nod before going back to eating his steak, leaving me to do the same. Minutes later, Abigail is exiting the room looking irritated.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “They want us on set an hour earlier than scheduled,” she complains. “I hate that they always pull this shit with us. They think they can just order us around.”

  I desperately want to ask if all this was worth it, but the last thing I want is to piss Abigail off and cause her to resent me the entire weekend. Instead, I pull her to sit back down on my lap and kiss her below the ear to help her relax.

  “Is there anything I can do to put a smile back on your face?” I ask, trying to distract her while images of what I’m already imagining of doing to make it happen spin around in my mind.

  Tilting her head, she mutters out, “You can go for a run with me in the morning.”

  Julio slants his head as if remembering something. “Abigail, isn’t tomorrow—” Julio is cut off as Abigail snaps her head up and glares at him. Julio’s eyes widen before he clears his throat to say, “I’m going to go finish eating in my room.” Lifting his plate, he walks straight into his room. “Better you than me,” he mumbles before the door shuts.

  “What was that about?” I ask, confused out of my mind as I look back at Abigail.

  “Julio just hates running with me.”

  “But what did he mean by tomorrow?”

  “Do you really want to keep talking about Julio now that he’s gone, or do you want dessert?” she asks, swinging her leg over my legs so she’s straddling my waist. “Because I’d much rather have my dessert now than later,” she whispers into my ear, roughly grinding herself into my body.

  I’ve completely forgotten what it was we were speaking about as Abigail’s lips close around my earlobe, still rubbing her body back and forth against my hard cock that is demanding I take her back to the room. Who am I to ignore its request? Standing up with her, I start walking us back to the room and I hear her giggle into my ear as we enclose ourselves in the room to enjoy our dessert.

  WHISPERING INTO MATT’S ear, I say, “Get up sleepy head.” He turns his body and tugs me back into his side as he murmurs back, “Happy birthday, beautiful.”

  “Thank you,” I reply, but before I can repeat my request, his hands are roaming my body and his head snaps back.

  “Why do you have clothes on?”

  “Because I plan on going for a run this morning,” I tell him. Normally my statement would prompt him to join me, but instead he surprises me.

  “Take them off and let me give you your birthday present,” he says, already trying to tug my shorts down. I try protesting by wiggling myself away from him, but that doesn’t help. He tightens his arms around me, trying to keep me trapped against him. “Your wiggling is making me hard,” he says, proving it by pushing his hips into my body. Sure enough, I can feel his erection pushing up in between my legs.

  Knowing I have to leave soon, I try another tactic. “Fine, you stay in. I’ll just run this race by myself,” I declare, shocking him and allowing me to escape, but not far as he holds onto my wrist and tugs me to look at him. His eyes are demanding an answer.

  “What race?”

  “I signed us up for a race today,” I proudly say, hoping to damper the wrath now radiating in his eyes. My smile quickly fades when he says, “You aren’t supposed to be running races yet, Abigail.”

  The enthusiasm I’d awoken with has now vanished with the tone he’s used. Resentfully, I yank my hand from his hold so I can step away from him. My body is trembling from how furious I’m feeling while I search for my shoes.

  “I’m running this race with or without you, Matt,” I pronounce through clenched teeth. “I’m not stupid and wasn’t planning on sprinting the race like I would have in the past. I just want to run. Why can’t you understand that? ” I tell him as I throw on a light jacket, my back facing him the entire time.

  Matt slips his arm around my waist, pulling me back against his chest. My eyes close as he leans in and his mouth finds my neck; his warm breath hits my skin and sends a shiver down my back. I try to resist surrendering to the weakness of easily pushing my resentment of his words aside.

  “I just don’t understand why you’re being so stubborn and pushing yourself so hard,” he somberly whispers into my ear. He continues before I can reply. “And I never said you were stupid, beautiful. I just don’t want you pushing yourself too hard just yet.”

  Turning me so I’m now facing him, my arms automatically loop around his neck. “I promise to run it at a slow pace,” I say, pouting up at him as my last resort to convince him, because regardless of how this ends, I will be running this race. He looks down at me with apprehension, the tilt of his head letting me know he’s still contemplating my words.

  “Alright, but only if you promise not to push yourself.”

  “Promise.”

  “Good,” he smiles while kissing the corner of my mouth. “I’ll go speak with Julio to make sure you keep that promise.”

  Sheepishly looking at him, his brow arches up in question. “Julio’s not running with me anymore,” I explain, biting my lip to keep from laughing at how his brows draw down. “I’m not running it alone. You’re running with me,” I smugly answer, giving him a quick kiss on his lips.

  “This is why Julio was acting strange last night, isn’t it?”

  “Come on,” I playfully whine out. “It’s not like
you can’t run a simple race.”

  “Are you crazy? It’s fucking freezing out there!” he says, hitching his thumb in the direction of the window.

  “It’s not that cold out there, you big baby. You live in Portland. How different can it be?” I tease, knowing personally from previous runs that Portland is nowhere near as cold as New York, but I’m not going to admit that to Matt.

  “It’s balls freezing cold out there compared to Portland,” he answers with a hitch in his words.

  “Then bundle up.”

  Half an hour later, we’re walking through the lobby and out of the hotel and hit with a gust of cold wind.

  “No way. We’re not running in this cold,” Matt proclaims, trying to tug me back inside.

  “Are you scared of a little cold?”

  I feel his body stiffen at my teasing. “This isn’t just cold, Abigail. This is dick numbing cold, and I’d rather keep it warm by keeping it inside of you.” He is still trying to pull me back inside, but I tug in the opposite direction while laughing at him.

  “You’re starting to whine like Trey,” I say, winning in the tug-of-war game, Matt now following me.

  Stopping, I reach up and say into his ear, “I’ll tell you what. If your dick freezes, I’ll make sure to use my mouth to defrost it.” My promise causes him to stiffen and his brow shoots up. His reaction permits me to tow him away into the direction I need him to go.

  Matt shouts out to Julio in front of us, “How about we trade places?”

  “No way. I’m lucky you’re here to run this one with her,” he replies over his shoulder. “It’s not so bad once you start running. It helps warm you up,” he adds.