Chapter 28
28
GAbrIEL
I grab my phone and tuck it in my back pocket before slamming the truck door closed and walking to the glass door, pulling it open. Looking around, I see no one out front, so I knock on the white door. It looks like a regular door, but it’s a stainless-steel door that you can’t get through. The buzzing sound starts, and I pull open the door to step into my father and my Uncle Casey’s bullpen, as they like to call it.
“Hey,” I say, spotting my father and Casey but also my grandfather, Jacob. When I catch all three of them, I stop. “Am I in trouble?” I ask nervously, seeing all three of them sitting around one desk.
My father leans back in his chair, just smirking at me. “I love that even though you are a grown-ass man, you still are scared of your dad.”
“I’m not scared of my father; I’m just wondering why I’ve all of a sudden been summoned here.” I walk over to my grandfather and bend to hug him.
“I don’t get a hug?” my father questions, not moving, because he knows I’m not going to give him a hug now that he’s teased me.
I walk over to the desk next to the three of them and lean back on it, crossing my feet in front of me. “To what do I owe this honor?” I take off the cowboy hat and scratch my head. “Even though I think I might have an idea.”
“You think you have an idea.” Casey chuckles as he leans his forearms on the desk. “What the hell were you thinking?” I shake my head, knowing he needs to get it all out before I can even make my argument. “Of all people for you to get involved with. Do you know what it’s like to have to sit down with Matthew Grant and have him poke fun because he thinks I didn’t know?” Again he’s not asking me to answer him, so I just look at my father, who is trying to hide his grin by looking down at his hands in his lap. “I knew something was up with you two when you bought her that horse.”
“Are you done?” Jacob asks him, and Casey just glares at him. “What difference does it make who he’s with? What matters is what is he going to do about it.”
“What does that mean?” I ask, confused. I’m about to kick off from the desk, thinking he is saying one thing when he’s not.
“Hold your horses, son,” my father intervenes. “What he’s saying is, now that she’s pregnant, what’s going to happen?”
“What do you mean?” I look at all three of them, who shake their heads at the same time in the same way.
“Son.” My father usually starts with this when he thinks I just said something stupid. “She is carrying your child and lives in New York.” The minute he says the words, my stomach sinks because it’s been on my mind ever since she told me she was pregnant. “And you live here.”
“Yeah, I know”—I extend my arms to the sides and lean them on the desk—“that isn’t something I don’t know.”
“When is she moving here?” Casey asks me the loaded question I now know is why I was called here.
“She isn’t moving here.” I keep out the word yet because I’m not even sure.
“What do you mean she isn’t moving here?” My father sits up in his chair. “How the hell is that going to work?”
“We are trying to figure it out.”
“Did you ask her to move here?” my father asks me, and I shake my head. “Well, why the hell not?”
“It’s not that easy, Dad.”
My grandfather chuckles. “How isn’t it that easy?” he asks. “It seems simple to me.”
“I can’t just ask her to uproot her life.” The nerves start to fill my body.
“She’s having your child. Are you going to what… see the child every other week?” Casey asks, and I swallow down the bile that is starting to rise up my throat. “Or is it going to be once a month with a week during the holidays?”
“No, of course not,” I reply, but I don’t really fucking know, which gets me even more angry.
“Gabriel,” my father urges softly, “why don’t you just ask her to move here? Worst case, she says no; best case, she says yes.”
“It’s not the way it works,” I tell them.
“This is what is wrong with you young ones,” Casey states. “You make shit too complicated.” My father and grandfather agree with him. “And before you come at me with this whole it’s different now, I’m calling bullshit again. It’s not different. If you want her, why don’t you just get the balls and tell her”—he gets up, grabbing his cup of coffee—“instead of just hemming and hawing about shit?”
“I don’t say this often,” my grandfather adds, “but he’s right. You need to talk to her.”
“I am going to,” I tell them. “When the time is right.”
The three of them laugh at me, and I push off from the desk. “I have shit to do before I leave this afternoon, so if this meeting is adjourned?”
“Say hi to her for us,” my father interjects, “and bring her home, yeah?”
I roll my eyes at him, then turn to Casey. “You still giving me a lift?”
“Yeah, I have to meet with Matthew to discuss the hockey team.” I roll my lips, trying not to laugh at him.
“Something you never do, buy a fucking hockey team to get back at your granddaughter’s boyfriend,” my father goads, “especially when you know nothing about hockey.”
“I know hockey,” Casey retorts. “I just don’t know how to skate properly.”
We all share a look, and I walk out of there laughing silently. Six hours later, we are touching down in New York, and I’m on my way over to Zara. The front door swings open when the truck stops in front of it, and she leans against the doorjamb. She’s wearing loose shorts, a tank top, and a long sweater that goes down to her knees. I walk up the steps, the smile on my face from ear to ear. “Hey there, Cowboy,” she greets when I’m in front of her.
“Hey, Sweetheart.” I wrap my arm around her as I walk her back into the house. Dropping my bag at the door, I make my way to her bedroom, but the need to get into her makes me turn to the left and head straight for the living room. Her lips are on mine, her tongue with mine, and even though it’s only been four days since I’ve been with her, it feels like it’s been forever and a day.
Placing her on her feet and sitting back on the couch, I watch her quickly take off her shorts, leaving her in a red thong and her white tank top that shows me she isn’t wearing a bra. She turns to sit on my leg. “You going to show me how much you missed me, Cowboy?” she asks me, leaning into me. I meet her halfway, sitting up as our tongues dance together. I move my hands up her tank top, rolling her nipples between my fingers. She lets go of my lips to moan my name before turning and straddling me. The sweater she is wearing falls off her shoulders as her hands get lost in my hair. She flings the sweater off her before grabbing the bottom of her tank top. “Look at how big my boobs got”—she moves the tank up, freeing them—“and they are so sensitive.” She pushes them together, and my hands come up to cup them before my mouth takes a nipple, and her head falls back, her hair brushing back onto my hand. I move to the other nipple as she grinds her pussy onto my cock. My hands go to her ass, gripping it.
“I think I’m going to come,” she says breathlessly as I flick her nipple with my tongue. She moves back, arching her back as her hips move up and down, my fingers rolling her nipples. Her eyes become hooded, and she grinds down on me. “I need your cock in my mouth.” She moves off me, kneeling between my legs before reaching up and grabbing my shirt and lifting it over my head, tossing it to the side where her sweater and shorts are. Her hand quickly unbuckles my belt as she bites her lower lip. “I’ve been thinking about this for the past few days,” she mumbles, her eyes not on me but on her hands as she pulls the zipper down. Her hands are frantic to get my cock out as I lift my hips, and she helps me pull my pants down to my ankles. I’m barely back on my ass before her hand fists my cock, and she swallows half of it down her throat. She works my cock with her hands and her mouth.
I push the hair away from her face, watching her try to take me all the way down her throat. “That’s my girl,” I praise her as she looks up at me, her head bobbing up and down. “Take my cock like a good girl.” I move my hips up a bit to thrust it into her. “All the way down.” She twists her hands, coming up before her tongue rolls around the head of my cock. “That’s it, Sweetheart, show me how much you missed having my cock in your mouth.” She bobs faster. “How much you want me to come down your throat.” I close my eyes, trying to keep from shooting off in her mouth. “No matter how much I dream of your mouth on me or close my eyes, picturing you taking me in your mouth while I fist my cock, nothing compares to your hands and your mouth.” I thrust up hard, and she takes it.
“Need you to ride my cock, Sweetheart. I want to come in your pussy first,” I tell her, “then I’ll come down your throat.” The vibration from her moan rips through me. “Then I’ll come on your tits when I tit-fuck you in the shower,” I tell her all the ways I’m going to fuck her today. “Then I’m going to come on your back.” She lets my cock go before standing up in front of me, and I see her red panties have a huge red stain. She pushes me down onto the couch before turning and giving me her back. Moving her panties to the side, she grips my cock in her hand, rubbing it up and down her slit before sliding down on it. Our moans come out at the same time. I grip her hips in my hands as I watch her ass ride my cock. She leans her hands back, putting them on my shoulders, arching her back, and fucking my cock. “Fuck, Sweetheart, how does your pussy get tighter?” I ask her, and she wants to answer, but she’s too far gone. She bounces on me, up and down, each time trying to get me deeper and deeper. “My girl wants me to fuck her hard.” I lift my hips, meeting her when she slides down. “Wants me to get so deep in her that she comes all over my cock. Is that what she wants?”
“I need to—” she pants out. “I don’t know what it is, but I want it all the time.” She moves her hand between her legs, playing with her clit. “Need you to fuck me hard, Cowboy.” She looks over her shoulder. “After I fuck you, need you to take me upstairs, spread me wide, and fuck me like you’ve never fucked me before.” Her hand moves faster between her legs. “Until I don’t remember a time without your cock in me.” My hands move to play with her nipples. “Can you do me like that, Cowboy?”
“I’ll fuck my girl any way she wants to be fucked,” I assure her, feeling her pussy getting tighter and tighter, knowing she’s going to explode any minute. “Fuck her hard. Fuck her soft. Fuck her pussy, her tits, her mouth, her ass.” She moans. “Anywhere she wants me to fuck her, that is what I’m going to do.”
“I’m coming!” she shouts, and I can feel my balls getting tight at the same time I feel her gush all over my cock. She spasms over and over again. “That’s it, Cowboy.” I sit up, wrapping my arms around her waist, planting myself inside her as I come in her.
“Your pussy is sucking the cum from my cock,” I tell her. “Draining every little drop that I have.” She looks over her shoulder at me, sliding her tongue into my mouth. “Going to paint your mouth with my cum soon, Sweetheart.”
She rotates her hips. “I can’t wait,” she says, and we both stop moving as we come down from our orgasms. Her hand slips up my arm and into the back of my hair while I kiss her. She gets up from my cock, turning around to face me. Her stomach is at my lips. “Hi, baby,” I say to her stomach softly before trailing kisses all along it.
“Enough of that sweetness.” She pushes my head away, making me laugh as she pulls her panties down her legs. “You said you were going to do me hard.” She peels the tank off her. “I’m going to hold you to it.” She turns to walk out of the room. “You coming, Cowboy, or do you want me to start without you?” She winks at me as she walks up the steps. I pull my pants up to my hips, kicking off my boots before I walk up the stairs, stepping into the room and seeing her spread eagle on the bed while she plays with her clit. “You took too long.”
I undress by her bed and get in. “Can’t make my girl wait.” I smirk at her while my mouth comes down and eats her pussy.
We spent most of the night entangled in each other. It started with little innocent touches and the next thing you know my cock was either in her pussy or her mouth. We went to get a fruit snack and I ended up eating her pussy on the counter before I bent her over it and fucked her again. We started watching a movie that quickly went to me coming down her throat and her sitting on my face. We are both insatiable, both of us unwilling to discuss how this is going to work.
She’s sitting on the stool the following morning, wearing the shirt I wore yesterday, while I stand at the counter in my boxers, drinking my coffee and watching her as she looks down at her phone. “The meeting next week is rescheduled for two weeks,” she tells me right before my phone rings from beside her. She looks over and then her eyes go big. “It’s Patricia.”
She hands me the phone, and I put it to my ear. “Hey,” I answer.
“Gabriel.” The way she says my name makes my hand put the coffee cup down, and I feel the blood drain away from me. “It’s Colson.”
“What happened?” I say, and I feel Zara beside me right away.
“We’re at the hospital,” she replies. “He fell climbing the tree in the backyard, and he broke his arm, and he needs stitches on the back of his head.”
“Fuck.” I look at the clock. “I’ll get a plane out there as soon as I can.”
“He’s fine,” she reassures me with a heavy breath. “It was just scary there for a minute.”
“I’ll be there as soon as I can.” I put the phone down and call my Uncle Casey, filling Zara in at the same time. “Hey. I need to get home. Colson fell and broke his arm, stitches on his head.” I close my eyes, trying not to let the guilt get to me.
“I’ll call you back with the information.” He hangs up on me, and I look over to see Zara isn’t in the kitchen. I run up the stairs and find her in the bedroom.
She’s tossing my stuff back into my bag. “I have you packed,” she says to me as she runs to her closet. “I’ll be packed in ten minutes.”
My phone beeps with a text from Casey.
Casey: Got a pilot. Can be there in an hour.
Me: Thanks.
“Is he okay?” Zara finally asks softly as she comes to me, dressed in sweatpants and a shirt. You can see she just threw on the first thing she saw.
“Yeah, I think so,” I reply, tossing my phone on the bed and running my hands over my face. “Patricia said he was fine, but I just feel so helpless being so far away from him.”
“We’ll get you home to him. You’ll be with him soon.” I look at her and realize that I’m in love with her and she has this whole other life elsewhere. I don’t say anything to her. Instead, I just nod and kiss her neck and go into the bathroom before I say something else neither of us is ready for.