by S. N. Garza
“Not if you need the double standard, Gabriel. And I guess you believe the woman should be the one at home with your babies, raising them alone or with a nanny?”
“No. I’d never let someone else raise our child.”
Fuck. Why do I open my mouth sometimes?
“I mean… you fucking know what I mean, Willow. I was raised by one ‘nanny’ after another. If you could even call them that. They were getting paid to wipe my ass, so why not, right? But I’d want to be a part of every aspect, I think.”
She looks at me with wonder and fuck, man, she makes me crazy. I want to tell her everything. Every thought. Because yeah, I’d love to see her with my last name attached to hers. My baby growing inside her. Watching as she gives birth to my child and watching her breastfeeding him. And fuck, my eyes go to her plump tits.
“Would you breastfeed?”
“Gabriel!”
I jerk back, knowing I’m crossing a line she’s not ready to go down yet. What the fuck am I saying? I’m not ready to go down that road yet. But I can imagine it. Shaking my head, I turn, determined to go back to the table and have another beer because my diarrhea mouth is getting on my last nerve.
Just as I take a step, her hands grab at my bicep and she pulls me back, grabs the lapels on my leather jacket and jerks my mouth down on hers. I can stay just like this for the rest of my life. Her tongue comes out and brushes over my upper lip and I open for her. She tastes so good. Like breath and life I never knew I needed before now. But I do. I need her, so ardently.
“Break it up now, youngsters.” We split apart and turn to the old man who spoke, and Willow has this pretty blush reddening her cheeks. I don’t know if it’s from embarrassment or what, and I’m ready to blast the old man when Willow must see my reaction. She pulls me back and presses her mouth to my jaw like she likes to do.
“This is my boyfriend, Mr. Jeffs. Gabriel, this is my coach from high school.” After a few niceties, he walks away and then we sway some more when I hear her tell me. “I would try.”
“What?”
“If I’m able to, I’d breastfeed. But you do know we have plenty of time to make that decision, Gabriel.”
“I know. Forget I said anything.”
“No. I quite like it, Gabriel. You’re thinking of a future with me.”
“Aren’t you?”
“I’m only eighteen.”
“And? My mother married my father at seventeen,”
I can’t comprehend her ever thinking about a life without me. I won’t even fathom it. And while I don’t know the reasons why my parents really got married, I do know my father wouldn’t have done it if he hadn’t really wanted to. Deep down.
See? I don’t know what the fuck to think about anything anymore. Willow makes me think about everything and nothing and anything al at the same damn time.
“I love you, Gabriel. Man of our relationship. The pants-wearer. Provider. Protector. Lover. Boyfriend.”
I groan as lust begins to surge through my body and thickens an already hard erection. “I don’t think I can handle you saying lover right now.” She laughs, pulling me against her. “Willow, I need you to understand this okay? I don’t expect you to work if you don’t want to. I would never put us in a position where I’d be without work. But you want to, go for it. It’s the 21st century after all. I will be the one who brings in the money for my family. While my father and I don’t agree on a lot, I agree on how he ran his money. My mother never had to work. My father wanted her to be the perfect trophy wife since she was never going to have his affection.”
“Why is that? I mean, without your mom, you wouldn’t be here, which I’m very thankful for by the way, but why be with someone when you don’t love them? Or have any kind of affection for them?”
There's no way I’m going to tell her about her mother and my father. I’m not going to crush her idyllic idea that my father is a good guy. He has his moments, but there’s always something in it for him. He doesn’t do anything that doesn’t benefit him in some way. He might have loved her mother, but that’s where it ended. Her mother was the only one who got anything from him. But I don’t want to hide their secrets. Maybe she’ll figure it out soon because I hate this guilt riding my conscience about keeping things from her.
“I don’t know. That’s a question you should ask him, baby. But Willow, all that is beside the point. You want to work, fine. You don’t want to work, also fine. You don’t need to. I like taking care of you. Being the man you depend on.”
“I like when you take care of me, too. But I’m not going to go to you whenever I want to get something. You’re my boyfriend, not my parent. I have a responsibility too.”
“I get it, Willow. I guess.”
She laughs, leans her head on my shoulder and snuggles into me, which I’m loving. “Gabriel, I’m an adult, you know? I have to be able to take care of myself.”
“And you do. You also take care of me and three other guys. Five other guys if you include your uncle and Alann.”
“Why do you say his name like that?”
“Because he’s… he took you from me, Willow.”
“Gabriel.”
“That’s beside the damn point, Willow. Will you shut up and just let me talk?”
“You’re talking an awful lot lately. And you better watch how to convey things or I’m going to do more than smack you, Gabriel.”
“I’d say sorry, but it wouldn’t be sincere. And well, yes, I guess I have a lot to say. I’m sure Alann and your uncle love it when you smother them with your cooking and affection. Which I’m glad when we get back to Grifton Falls, Alann will go back to his place and remember you’re not going to be the one to cook, clean, and take care of him.”
She laughs and playfully smacks my shoulder. “Gabriel, you’re so jealous. And I do. I love taking care of those around me. I like cooking for you guys and yeah, while I do pick up after you guys sometimes, the four of you are good at being neat and clean. Especially Judas. He’s such a neat freak.”
“Yeah, he is. Douchebag. You get on his nerves sometimes.”
She shrugs and laughs against my chest. “I know. That’s why I continue to do it. He’s so serious. All the time. He needs to lighten up.”
“Let’s not talk about them anymore. I just want you to understand where I’m coming from.”
She leans back and gives me her sweet smile. I swear it’s magic the way it fills my chest with both contentment and lust at the same time.
“I think I do. You’re an old-fashioned guy who likes being the breadwinner in a family. But you do know we’re not married? It’s not your responsibility.”
“Yet.”
Nineteen
Gabriel
Fuck. Keep it up, douchebag. Why don’t you just tell her all about the plans you made without even consulting her?
Instead of smacking my face like I think she’s going to do, another song comes on—fast this time and she takes my hand, ready to lead me from the dance floor when I fucking nut up, and spin her back to me.
This look of complete surprise takes her face.
“Gabriel!”
“I don’t dance doesn’t mean I don’t know how. I just don’t broadcast it. However, just don’t broadcast it to the douchebags at home.”
Then I twirl her around, spin her, and dip her. Some things are forgotten, but some things stay the same. While I don’t like to dance, the way she comes alive in my arms, I’ll dance with her as many times as she tells me. Hopefully, only in private. At least for now. I’m not sure I’m ready to show the world a softer side. And see? I’m turning into a pussy. The way she lights up though? Who gives a fuck?
The song comes to an end and she’s filled with a rushing excitement. She squeals and jumps into my arms.
“Gabriel! I had no idea! That was… amazing! You’re amazing! I love you, Gabriel.”
She bites her lip as she wraps her arms around me, hugging me tight.
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The next song comes on and she slides down, wrapping her arms around me.
Without saying anything, she rests her head against my chest and the words of the song begin to infiltrate my brain.
Then I hear her whisper, “Mmmm… I love this song. It’s kind of so you, Gabriel.”
I listen and when the words, “…but I prayed for you.” Something cracks inside me, and this overwhelming emotion swells within my chest. And I want to tell her that I did. All my fucking life I wanted something I can call my own. Someone to get me and understand why I am the way I am. And she does. She’s not going on about how she’s her own person and how she doesn’t need a man for this and that. And yeah, she’s right. This song is me. My song to her. When I said yet and she didn’t protest, I knew she did understand me. Understands me in a way no one does.
I pull away from her and take her face in my hands. “I love you, Willow. For the fucking life of me, I don’t know what I’d do if you hadn’t come into my life. You bring me to my knees. You’re the kind of woman Adam got kicked out of Eden for.”
“Now, you’re being a little overdramatic. And you know you’d have continued being the douchebag you are. Just… more dickish.”
I throw my head back, laughing because this girl can make me laugh and forget everything else going on around me.
“Damn right, baby. But then you wouldn’t have met the awesomeness that is me, fairy-girl.”
“You’re so right. Aren’t you glad the universe put us together then?”
The universe? More like my dad. That dick. He did this on purpose. Made our paths cross, but it’s not something I’m going to thank him for.
“Yeah. The universe knew you and I deserved to be together.”
“Damn right. So… what do you want to do now?”
“Why? Had enough dancing?”
“On my feet, maybe.” And her eyes light up with mirth and desire and she does… she totally brings me to my knees. Makes them weak and a shudder of need washes through me.
Goddamn, this girl. She sure has no problem telling me when she wants to fuck, in her own sweet, gentle way. It always manages to get my dick rock-hard and since I’ve been dancing with her, it’s been at half-mast for the past ten minutes. And now, it’s rock fucking solid and ready to take what she’s offering.
I leaned in close to her ear and whisper, “Fairy-girl, you ready for my dick, baby?”
I feel her nod against my chest, and I can’t help the small animalistic sound that vibrates from my throat. “That’s my girl. Always hungry for my dick. Your pussy wet for me?”
She moans and nods again. “Yes.” Her voice is breathless and yeah. Waiting is done.
“Let’s fuck.” I grab her hand and pretty much drag her through the crowd, past where I’m sure her uncle and Alann are watching, but I really don’t give a fuck. My cock is hard, and I just know her pussy is dripping wet and ready.
I know she calls it making love and I don’t have a problem with that. She’s a girl. Right now though, it’s not going to be gentle. It’s going to be hard, rough and maybe a little dirty. Maybe a little nasty.
When I said she brings me to my knees, she does. I’m ready to be balls deep inside her.
Maybe I’m being a little high-handed right now, but I can’t help it. When my girl’s ready for my dick, I aim to please. I’m pulling her behind me, and I hear her giggling as she tries to keep up.
“Gabriel!”
I grunt, not ready to speak just yet. I drag her to where we’re parked, all the way in the back. I unlock the truck, open the back door and yeah, my voice is a little rough when I tell her, “Put your hands on the seat.”
“What?”
“Shut up and do as I say.”
She smarts but otherwise says nothing as she grips the back seat. I rip at her shorts, so fucking hungry for her pussy.
“Gabriel.” She’s out of breath and I swear I hear it go straight to my hard dick.
“I said shut up.”
I know how psycho I sound, but Jesus. She looked amazing out there. Dancing. Sweating. Smiling that come-hither smile she has. My cock filled with lust and when she said go, I’m fucking gone.
I yank down her shorts and fuck me—
“What kind of panties are these?”
“You like them?” And the little mix, she giggles this high-pitched girly laugh as she wiggles her ass side to side, making my chest tighten and a shudder rushes through me.
They’re itty bitty and now I know why her ass looked so damn good.
I don’t even bother answering. My cock loves them. I open my jeans and kick her heels apart.
“Spread your legs.”
“Caveman syllables I see.”
I snap my hand on her neck, this dark hunger taking over me. I pull out my cock and smack it against her juicy ass I want to smash my face in.
“Gabriel. Won’t someone see?”
“I don’t give a fuck. You’re mine. You’re wet. I’m hard. Now you’re gonna take my cock like the little tease you are.”
The sound of my dick smacking against her flesh makes me groan. I slip my hand between her legs—
“Goddamn, you’re soaked for me.” I position myself right against her opening, curl my hand up into her hair, gripping the thick strands and tell her, “Hold on.”
Then without another word, I pull her back as I drive my cock deep into her cunt, making us both groan.
“Gus, please. Feels so good.”
“That’s it, baby. Fuck, you looked so good out there. Love when you tease me. You make me so fucking hot. This isn’t going to be sweet. Tell me to stop if—
“Just shut up and fuck me, Gabriel.”
Her mouth saying the word fuck does something to my internal train of thought. Just by being her, it brings out every primal instinct I never knew I had before. No one’s ever made me feel like this. She’s turning me into a wild animal. Something primordial is building within me I can’t escape. I don’t want to.
I pull her hair a bit tighter and take her hip in my other hand and hammer into her body with hard thrust after hard thrust. Smacking her ass into my groin until it’s the only sound we hear in the darkness. Our wet flesh slicking back and forth. Feeling her soft, hot, wet flesh stroking over my dick drives me insane.
“Like my cock fucking your pussy, Willow?”
She giggles… then starts laughing. I stop, feeling confused.
“What’s so funny?”
“You said pussywillow.” Then she starts laughing like a loon, but it’s her pussy squeezing my dick at the same time, so I just try and not blow my load up inside her like a dam breaking.
“I don’t get it. But you feel so good when you jerk around me.”
“Pussywillow is a flower! A shrub.”
“Dear God. Just shut up and let me deflower this pussy until you’re creaming all around my cock.”
“Deflower away, Gus.” Her small giggle makes me smile and when I tighten my fist in her hair, her smile is replaced by erotic pain.
“Hell yeah, I am. Give me that sweet gushy, baby. This is how it always should be when I take you. I want you to come with me and I’m close to nutting everything I got up your cunt, Willow. So good. Never had it this good, baby. Love this pussy. Love this juicy ass smacking against my hips. Fuck! You get me so hungry.”
And once more, I plow into her body like a madman.
Her whimpering pants get louder. Her voice cries out in the night and hearing it echo is a sweet melody to my ears.
The huh-huh-huh sounds she makes as I shove my cock into her spur me to take her harder. Rougher.
I let go of her hair and take her ass in my hands and I’m sure I’m putting a bruise of my hands on her, and when I squeeze her delicate flesh, she just croons and pleads for me. I pound into her until she’s begging me to finish.
“Gus, please. Please.”
I watch as her flesh jiggles agai
nst my groin and this dark desire to take her there one day fills my mind.
Goosebumps spring to her skin. She’s holding on to the seatbelt like a lifeline.
“Fuck, yeah, take it, baby. I love this ass. The only fantasy brewing in my mind is taking this tight little ass of yours one day.”
“Gabriel. I—
“Shut up. I’m just talking. You have any idea how incredible your body looks? All soft and sweet and then toned and firm in all the right places? And this nice, big, juicy ass of yours is so delicious. I love looking at your ass when you walk away from me. The sweet way it bounces, I want it bouncing on my dick.”
I feel her ripple around my cock and a groan escapes my lips.
“You might be hesitant, but your body loves the idea. Fuck, your pussy just rippled all around me.”
“Gabriel... uhn! Yes. Whatever you want. Please. I can’t take much more. Feels so good. So good.”
“Yeah, Willow. Like that dirty little thought, don’t you? You always want me hard and rough, don’t you? Take you like the naughty little girl you are? And letting all those men lust after you. But they can’t have you. You’re mine, aren’t you, baby? All mine.” My hand lands on her silky, pale rump in a smack that is not quiet at all, but I don’t give a fuck. I land blow after blow against her skin. Seeing the red mark of my handprint on her skin drives me to demand more. Fuck, I never had pussy like this. And it’s mine.
“Yes. Yours. All yours, baby. More, Gus. Feels so good.”
“Goddamn right it does. Love feeling my hand on this ass, don’t you? Feel that burn? Radiating up your spine, shooting straight to that pretty little gushy of yours. I feel you squeezing around me. Choking my cock. Come on, baby. Come for me.” I push her further against truck, plant my foot on the step and fuck into her body relentlessly. Sweet fuck, she’s like a wildfire.
The sweet sound of her whimpering reaches my ears and her pussy grips my cock tighter.
“I’m gonna come, Willow. You coming with me, baby? I don’t wanna go without you.”
I reach around her legs and find her tender little nub, all slick from her juices and flick my fingers until she bottoms out, and I feel her coming undone. One stroke more and I go right along with her. Filling her pussy with stream after stream of my cum. Fuck, I can’t get enough.
