by Collins, LK
“Fine. You can grill me all you want. I’m not going to hurt her.”
“Good,” Vincent says pulling us both into a hug. As he kisses the top of my head, I look at Abel and he winks at me. “Why don’t you guys come to our house tomorrow at six?”
I nod my head and Vincent leaves. I immediately look at Abel as he closes the door. He can read the anxiety on my face and wraps me in his warm arms. I hug him back and nestle my cheek on his chest.
“Abel, maybe us doing this is a bad idea.”
He pulls away from me and grabs my face. “This is not a bad idea. Don’t say that.”
I nod my head and walk away. I need to take a few moments to myself. Escaping to the balcony is the only place I can go. I know I want to be with Abel, but my own insecurities are now creeping in, seeing Alexa react the way she did.
Fuck, why did I lie to her?
She’s my closest friend besides my sister, and I should’ve been honest with her from the beginning. Instead I’ve been lying to her for months about my feelings. I told her I wasn’t interested in being with Abel, when all along I was wrestling with the fact that I did want him. He is all I thought about for months and completely consumed my mind. I knew being with him came with a risk and I fought it hard. I’ve done this so many times, allowing guys to get in the way of my logical thinking. I was so swept up in him and what we have to even care about how my actions might affect those closest to me.
Before I can mind fuck myself any longer, Abel is behind me. He wraps his arms around my body and holds me tightly. He gently kisses behind my ear and turns me around to face him. When he looks into my red eyes he shakes his head and says, “Don’t cry, kitten. I get that you’re upset, but Alexa will get over this. Whatever you do, please don’t question what’s going on between us. I know for me, I’ve never felt anything more right.” He wipes a tear off of my cheek with his thumb. I rarely cry, and when I do it’s always alone, but Alexa is just so important to me that I can’t keep my emotions in check. My stomach is clenched in a ball of knots and I just want to make things right with her.
“Trust me, Abel, when I look at you, I don’t question what we have at all. But seeing Alexa react the way she did absolutely kills me. Not only did she not know about us at all, but I outright lied to her. I told her I had to work today when she called me last night.”
“Just give her a little space. I’m sure she’s not mad to know we’re dating, more so the fact you lied to her. Put yourself in her shoes.”
“I hope she’ll be happy for us. But deep down I’m worried that she is going to be a hard ass on us. I acted that way with her and Vincent. Things between the three of us were awkward for a while.”
“Would you feel better if you called her? You can’t start stressing about things you don’t know yet.”
Nodding my head at him, Abel goes inside to grab my phone. He’s right — I need to talk to her before I start overreacting. He comes outside and hands me my phone. Immediately I call her, and it rings once and goes to voicemail. I can tell she purposely declined my call.
Once Abel goes back inside, I dial again. I feel desperate about making things right with her. This time it rings half a ring and goes straight to voicemail. Walking over to the couch, I feel defeated as I curl up into the soft fabric. I close my eyes and sulk, unable to enjoy the beautiful city view.
Abel comes outside, pulling my mind away from the guilt that is eating me up. He has two cups of coffee in his hands and looks hot as hell.
Handing me the coffee, he says, “I was going to make breakfast, but I wanted to make you feel better, not worse.”
“You don’t need to cook. I’ve lost my appetite anyways,” I say, taking a long sip of the hot deliciousness he just handed me.
“Can we do something today to keep your mind off of Alexa?”
“It depends what you have in mind,” I say with a serious expression.
“Do you trust me?”
“Of course I trust you. But that doesn’t answer my question.”
“I didn’t answer your question on purpose. I want you to focus on the element of surprise. Can you do that?” he says, sweeping my hair off of my shoulder and kissing my neck.
I nod my head and a small moan escapes my throat.
“Don’t start with that, kitten, or we’ll never get out of here and to your surprise.”
I smile at him and move to straddle his lap. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I feel that familiar ache between my legs. Leaning down, I kiss him and he doesn’t hesitate a second kissing me back. I open my mouth and his tongue invades, exploring and teasing, making me want him even more. When I moan again, Abel stands. I keep my grip tight on his neck and lock my feet behind his back. He doesn’t stop kissing me as he walks into the house with a clear purpose. His hands clench my thighs and dig into my skin.
When we enter his bedroom, I unhook my legs and stand before him on my own two feet. Slowly, Abel stops kissing me and looks into my eyes. Resting his forehead on mine he asks, “Do you want your surprise or not?”
I playfully slap his arm. “Of course I want my surprise.”
“Well, you’re making it really hard for me to think of anything else besides your wet, little cunt.”
“She’ll be with you all day and can wait for you tonight, or you can please her now. She’s throbbing for you, if you want her.”
“Trust me, Cara, I want her,” he says.
Tilting my head to the side, I wrap my hands around his neck and tug him to me. Not wasting a moment, he kisses me back as we fall on the bed and I bind my legs around him again. His dick is pulsating, hard, and ready for me. Hovering his body over mine, he rests the head of his cock against me.
Moving one of my hands, I trace up and down his back. Slowly moving, he grinds himself against me. Jesus, I’m wet and the slickness allows him to glide up and down. He continues to do this until he spreads my legs wide and slides inside of me, inch by inch, looking in my eyes. Grabbing both of my hands, he pins them above my head and begins to move. My mouth goes into a frenzy leaving kisses all over him. Every bit of his skin I can touch, I kiss. Keeping his movements slow and steady, he works us both. Yes, he might have my hands pinned with his, but this is what I like. I love to submit to him and let him do with me as he pleases.
I flex my pussy and he moans loudly, slowing down. Taking his free hand he traces my lips with one of his fingers and says, “Don’t do that, or I’ll come.”
Breathlessly I say, “I want you to come.”
“I know. So do I, but not yet.”
Releasing the grip I have on his cock, he begins to move again, finally letting go of my hands. He grabs my breasts as they move with us. My pink nipples are hard, and when he flicks his tongue over one, my entire breast tightens.
“Please, make us come,” I whisper.
Experiencing the pleasure he pulls out of my body to the fullest, I tighten my core again and it pushes him over the edge. Grunting, he pulls almost all his length out of me and moves back in, repeating this over and over as he releases, coming inside of me. His movements hit the right spot for me as I dig my fingernails into his skin and cry out his name.
Watching us come together like this has to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Looking at me through heavy lids, he rolls off of me and I hop up.
“Fuck, that was good. But now we have to hurry, so get dressed,” he says and slaps my ass.
I squeal and do as I’m told. As I dress, I can’t keep my eyes off of him, although my mind is still elsewhere. I watch intently as he puts on a pair of dark jeans with a black v-neck t-shirt and black tennis shoes. Finally I stop staring and go outside to grab my phone and bring our coffee cups in. As I pour them into to-go mugs, I’m startled as my phone buzzes. When I look at it, it’s my sister texting me.
Don’t forget about nana’s birthday next month. Have you decided if you’re going to drive or fly?
I won’t forget and I haven’t decided what I want to do.
I’ll let you know.
Okay, let me know. Love you.
“Who’s that?” Abel says, grabbing two bottles of water from the fridge.
“It’s my sister. Next month is my grandma’s birthday. So I have to go home and she asked if I was going to drive or fly.”
“Have you decided?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t thought a lot about it.”
“Well, if you need help deciding I’m here for you. Are you ready to get going?”
I nod my head and we leave the loft. Now on top of worrying about Alexa, I can’t help but think about my impending trip back home. My father passed away during my senior year of college in a plane crash. It was always a dream of his to fly his own plane, and he was actually learning to become a pilot when it happened. I haven’t flown since then. I always drive when I go home to Arizona, even though it’s a brutal twelve hours by myself.
When the elevator opens, Abel moves quickly to his truck, helping me in and handing me the waters. As he walks around to climb into his side of the huge Ford Raptor, I rest my head against the leather headrest.
“I can tell you’re still stressing.”
I roll my head to the side and look at his stunning profile as he backs the truck out. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to be stressed today, but I can’t help it.”
“Is it just Alexa?”
“That and now the trip next month.”
He rests his hand on my knee and pulls onto the highway. “Alexa will get over this; just give her a little bit of time. Why are you stressed about next month?”
“I don’t want to bother you with my issues. I’ll figure it out.”
“You’re not bothering me. I asked because I want to know. Tell me.”
“My dad passed away in a plane crash a few years back and I haven’t been able to bring myself to fly since then. Now when I go home I drive, but it’s twelve hours and sucks by myself.”
Abel doesn’t say anything to my statement and I can tell that he is processing what I just told him. “I’m sorry, kitten. I knew he had passed, I just didn’t know how. When exactly are you going?”
“It’s okay. I’ll be gone Memorial Day weekend.”
“Would it help if I went with you?”
I never thought to ask him to come with me or imagined that he would want to. “Would you want to?”
“I’m asking, aren’t I?”
“Yeah, it would help. But I don’t want you to have to spend the weekend away from home, and umm, my mom … well, she’s a little over the top.”
“I want to go if you’ll let me, and trust me, I can handle your mom.”
“Thank you,” I say, squeezing his hand.
Pulling the truck into a parking spot he turns towards me. “Cara, you don’t need to thank me. I want to do this; that’s what boyfriends do.”
That comment takes my breath away. I can’t believe he just said that to me. Excitement takes over and I wrap my arms around his neck. He hugs me back and I kiss him hard on the lips.
Pulling away he says, “Well, I’m glad to see that made you feel better.”
Nodding my head I kiss him again.
“Good, because now it’s time for your surprise.”
“I can’t wait! I love surprises.”
We both climb out of the truck and I notice my feet hit soft gravel as I land on the ground. Abel grabs my hand as we start walking up a dirt hill. “Are you scared of heights?” he asks.
“No. Why? Are we hiking up a mountain?”
He looks at my feet in my strappy sandals and laughs. “In those shoes? No, we’re not doing any hiking today.”
I glare at him and say, “Hey, what is it with you and my shoes?”
“Nothing. In fact, I would love to see you in nothing but those shoes later. But you always seem to wear the wrong shoes for the occasion.”
Once we reach the top of the hill, I’m unable to process what is before me. It’s a huge cement bridge with two people standing in the center of it. Then they are gone. Holy shit, they just jumped!
I look at Abel as excitement races through me. I’ve always wanted to bungee jump and he is going to make that happen today. I squeeze his hand and then let go. Running off, I can’t wait to get to the edge and see how long the fall is.
Looking down at the couple that just jumped, they are wrapped around each other and laughing. The line that is strapped to their feet holds a small amount of tension as it keeps them bobbing up and down. The ground has to be at least two hundred feet away.
Abel is beside me and wraps his arm around my waist. I can’t take my eyes off of the couple that is still hanging upside down. I feel him watching me as he kisses behind my ear. When I look over at him I can tell he is just as excited.
“So you’re okay with this?” he asks.
“Oh my God, yes. I’ve always wanted to do this. It’s on my bucket list for sure.”
“Good, so have I. I’m happy I get to do it with you.”
“Me too,” I say and kiss him.
Our arms are wrapped around each other as we walk up to a makeshift storefront made out of an old, silver camper. Behind the counter is a young surfer looking chick, with long blonde hair and a freckled face.
“How can I help you guys?” she asks.
“We have a reservation to jump at noon today,” Abel says.
“What’s the last name?”
“Mileski.”
“Abel and Cara?”
“Yup, that’s us.”
“Here’s some paperwork I need you to fill out; please read it carefully. Then head around back and Chad will help you from there.”
I skim over the document. It’s the standard we-are-not-responsible-if-you-die and other legal mumbo jumbo. If you’re going to do this, then there’s obviously risk and I know that, so I sign. Turning around, I watch another couple as they are being instructed at the bridge.
“Aren’t you going to read that?” Abel asks.
“I did.”
He shakes his head and chuckles at me while signing his contract and then pays the girl. As we round the corner, Chad stands to greet us. He has a huge smile like a Cheshire cat and crystal blue eyes.
“Hey, guys, I’m Chad. I’ll be helping you today.”
“Hey, man, I’m Abel and this Cara,” Abel says shaking Chad’s hand.
I shake his hand as well. “It’s nice to meet you,” I say.
Chad directs us to have a seat in two chairs and goes over all of the instructions. He is patient, which I like, but at the same time I’m extremely antsy to get going. Within ten minutes we are walking over to the bridge. I grab Abel’s hand, squeezing it tightly, and notice it’s sweaty. When I look up into his eyes, he looks nervous.
“You okay?” I ask, giving his hand a gentle squeeze for reassurance.
He nods his head, but doesn’t speak. As we reach the bridge, Chad and another guy strap up our ankles ensuring that all of the safety procedures have been followed. My heart is starting to race as pure adrenaline flows through me. I can’t believe I’m about to jump off a bridge. When Abel and I face each other, I want to take his worry away. I grab his face and pull his lips to mine, completely oblivious to our surroundings as I deepen the kiss. In this moment we could be surrounded by dozens of people or completely alone, all I know is that I’m without a care in the world.
When I pull away, a small smile creeps across his face.
“Better?” I ask.
“Much better.”
Chad interrupts our moment, “Alright, you two. You’ll have plenty of time to kiss at the bottom. You’re free to fall whenever you like.”
Wrapping my arms tightly around Abel’s waist I squeeze and lock my fingers behind his back. He does the same to me and asks, “Are you ready, baby?”
I am, so I try to lean, but I’m too small to move us both. Abel gives me a smug look and easily sends us plummeting over the edge. My chin digs into his chest and I grip his body even more as we fly towards the
ground. Falling gives me the feeling I remember as a child, a stomach full of butterflies racing maniacally, and I can’t help but giggle excitedly. All of the blood rushes to my head and right as it seems we are going to crash into the ground, the tension from the rope yanks us back up. I’m absolutely dizzy with giddiness as we cling to each other upside-down, and all I can think is this has got to be the best roller coaster ride ever! We continue bouncing up and down, but less with each bob. Who knew the power of gravity could be this amazing!
As we slow, Abel moves his hand, grabbing the back of my neck. He puts his mouth on the skin of my shoulder, kissing and sucking. He’s such a tease. I pull away from his chest and before I can get a good look at him, he invades my mouth. His kiss is all dominating as we tangle tongues, the rush from the fall fueling our passion. This whole experience feels like something out of a fairy tale; being with Abel is my fairy tale. His muscles are hard and tense under my grip, and as much as I want to move my hands to explore his body, I don’t. I’m too lost in this moment, in this kiss, and in this man.
Alexa hasn’t answered or responded to any of my calls or text messages. Now I’m a nervous fucking wreck, as we are about to go to her and Vincent’s house for dinner.
“Baby, you look fine. Will you stop changing? Alexa’s not going to care what you’re wearing.”
I have to admit that Abel is right as I look at myself in the mirror. I’m wearing a long, dark pink, cotton skirt with a white tank top. I decide to stick with the outfit and slip on a pair of brown leather flip flops and my short jean jacket.
I turn and look at Abel. He is lounging on my bed, lying against my headboard in gray jeans, a white t-shirt, and a black hoodie. He has the hood pulled up over his baseball hat, and fuck, I think he looks the hottest I’ve ever seen him.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asks, cocking his head.
“I’m just admiring the view.”
Standing up, he walks over to me and wraps his arms around my waist. “I could say the same thing. Cara, you’re so fucking hot.”
