Chapter 16 Multitask
SIXTEEN
MULTITASK
Mistake one: deciding to wake Gabe by attacking him early and thinking I might get the upper hand.
Mistake two: ever thinking with the powerhouse he was I’d actually get the upper hand.
To say Gabe was perfectly okay with a part-wrestle, mostly-tussle sex sesh at three o’clock in the morning after about an hour and a half of sleep was an understatement.
To say I was learning the hard (but happy) way that Gabe was not a man to be taken unawares, even in his sleep, was another understatement.
To say only having one and a half hours of sleep didn’t slow Gabe down in the slightest was yet another understatement.
I was sweaty and grunting and so wet between my legs (I learned that morning Gabe wasn’t only good with his mouth on my pussy, he held special talents when it came to nipples), my juices were sliding down my thigh by the time I managed the Herculean task of getting him on his back, swinging a leg over and straddling him.
He started to surge up to take over (again).
I planted a hand in his chest and probably was only able to shove him down because I circled his cock with my other hand, a move that made him still.
I took special note of that.
Once I filed that away, taking advantage, I positioned and bore down, filling myself with him.
I mewed loudly with how good that felt.
He clamped his hands on my hips as his head dug back into the pillow, exposing the long line of his strong throat and angle of his square jaw, sharing eloquently it felt good to him too.
So hot.
With the grip he had, I wasn’t sure if I rode him or if he fucked himself with me.
I just knew, whichever it was, I liked it.
I also knew when he was done because he went in with his thumb, did that thing he did on my clit, and I exploded.
Bouncing uncontrollably, I arched back into my orgasm.
When I was almost at its end, I was pulled off his dick, tossed onto the bed, my hips were jerked up, and he slammed in again, so I took him on my knees, cheek to the bed.
I did this until he reached out, grabbed my hair, pulled my head back and me up onto my hands, and that maneuver was so nasty and scrumptious, I came again, but this time, I did it with him.
He let my hair go and I collapsed as he held my hips with gentle hands and glided in and out through his aftermath.
Hot fuck.
Sweet ending.
All Gabe.
Finally, he pulled out, hooked me at the waist, dropped to his back and arranged me on top of him.
We were both still breathing heavily.
Even so, I managed to ask, “What’s that thing you do?”
“What thing?” he asked back.
“With your thumb.”
He didn’t answer.
I lifted my head from his shoulder and looked down at him like I could see him in the dark. (Oh, I forgot, mistake three: Gabe had the advantage of somehow being able to see in the dark.)
“Gabe?”
“Don’t question it. Just get off on it.”
Like I had a choice.
Worth a repeat, it was a miracle move.
Even so.
“Why won’t you tell me?”
I felt the warning it was when he wrapped his arms around me before saying, “Because I came up with it when I was with Ariana.”
I felt my brows draw together. “Ariana?”
“The one before you,” he grunted.
Oh.
I stroked his jaw and said quietly, “I didn’t think you were a virgin even before you told me you weren’t a virgin.”
“Yeah.” He was still grunting.
But…
What was this?
It was dark, but I didn’t miss he seemed uncomfortable.
“Gabe, she’s gone, and it’s good, because, first, if she wasn’t, we wouldn’t have just part-wrestled, mostly-tussled, onward to me having two orgasms. And second, she sounds like the c-word you said she was.”
“She was,” he agreed.
But he said no more.
“This feels weird,” I admitted. “You’ve been very honest about what came before me. It isn’t like you’re going to wipe everything clean and not use your experience to make things good for us both.”
He was silent.
Very silent.
And still.
Very still.
I started to get worried.
So when I said, “Gabe,” it came out all trembly.
“Fuck,” he said.
“Fuck what?” I asked.
“You don’t care.”
“About what?”
He reached to turn on a light, and as I was blinking to get used to it, he rearranged us so I was on my back, he was resting down my side, and he was up on a forearm looking down at me.
When I was able to focus on him, put-it-all-out-there-all-the-time Gabe came back.
“Another reason we didn’t work, she was jealous,” he shared. “Ugly with it. You saw women look at me at Ingo’s, you didn’t give that first shit. You were with me. They weren’t. The end. If Ariana saw that, she’d lose her mind. Sometimes cause a scene.”
Yuck.
“That’s gross,” I stated.
“Yeah,” he agreed.
“And stupid,” I went on.
“That too.”
“I’m glad you realized she was a waste of your time, because I totally am not.”
The quiet and stillness came back to him before he busted out laughing, his arms closing tight around me, and he took us to our sides so I could fully feel his laughter, as well as hear it.
In case you were wondering, it was fabulous.
He was down to chuckles when he said, “No, cupcake, you totally are not.”
Well, it was good we were over that bump.
And way better, he agreed with me.
Onward.
“So…you up for another quickie before we have to face the day?”
The chuckles came back, and now it was his voice that was trembling, and not with worry, when he said, “Baby, just fucked you.”
“I know.”
“You came twice.”
“I didn’t miss that.”
He paused to ponder.
I paused to watch him ponder, because he was even gorgeous while pondering.
Then he said, “Quickie. But in the shower. We can multitask.”
“Excellent suggestion.”
He got out of bed, and I did too, because he pulled me out with him.
We did a quickie in the shower.
It was awesome.
Gabe went down to get my bag and start coffee.
Since I took way longer than him to get ready, I stayed upstairs, even when he went back down to get us coffee. He returned with that and a bowl of oatmeal for me.
Ah.
My man.
His bathroom was way bigger and way nicer than mine.
I found I had zero trouble getting used to it.
After I finished getting ready and came down the stairs, I kissed him where he sat at the island with his laptop, coffee, and news websites on his laptop.
He had a travel mug ready for me.
Because…
Of course he did.
Then I went out to my car in his garage and went to work.
* * *
It was really, really hard to contain my glee until the second shift (Shanti, Jess and Harlow) came in to join the first (Raye, Luna and me).
But I did it.
I had a wee hiccup in these efforts halfway through the morning, when my phone in my server apron buzzed with a text, I pulled it out and saw from Gabe, At urs 2nite. Want to fuck u in ur bed.
I had to turn my back to hide my big smile when I texted back a thumbs up, the double pink hearts, a smiley face and a drooly face.
And when I wasn’t sure that communicated the extent of my excitement for our plans for the night, I texted him a GIF of Alexis from Schitt’s Creek dancing in a chair and flicking her hair.
I knew I chose my GIF well when Gabe dropped a Ha Ha on it.
He upped his goodness with a reply of, Bring 1 of ur toffee cookies home for me.
God, I loved it that he loved my baking.
And I didn’t hesitate to hit the case in the coffee cubby to grab his cookie.
However, with all this righteousness happening, by the time the second shift was in, I couldn’t contain it a second longer.
Shanti was logging into the till. Jessie was behind the bar, assessing the area (she wasn’t just a server, she was our mixologist).
Harlow was waiting for Shanti to be done so she could log in.
Luna was making Byron, one of our regulars, another dirty chai (yes, another one, that dude had to run on caffeine in his veins rather than blood, he consumed so much of it).
And Raye was heading out to the seating area with a pitcher of water, when I approached.
“You win,” I said to Shanti.
Shanti’s head twisted toward me, her halo of glorious hair floating with her movement.
I felt everyone’s eyes on me.
I just grinned, and I knew it was goofy, but I didn’t give that first shit.
“Oh my God,” Shanti whispered.
I grinned bigger, so much so, it hurt my face.
And I didn’t give that first shit.
Then she came to me and gave me a hug so big, we had to sway side to side with it.
“This makes me so happy,” she said softly in my ear.
“Me too,” I replied in the same tone.
We let go, she stepped back, and they were all gathered around.
“I don’t think we have to ask if it was good,” Raye, also all smiles, remarked.
“No, you don’t have to ask that,” I concurred.
“I would be bummed I lost a hundred bucks if I didn’t get to see the look on your face right now,” Luna said. “That’s worth way more than a hundred bucks.”
God, soooooooo worth a repeat.
I loved these guys.
“I can’t believe you managed to wait until second shift,” Raye remarked.
“It was a struggle, but I wanted you all to know at the same time,” I replied.
“This means I can pay off my car,” Shanti declared.
For a second, I was stunned.
Shanti was like me with the whole money thing.
She didn’t live beyond her means. She kept healthy amounts in savings and checking, and since she didn’t have some loser mooch boyfriend draining her dry, her savings were to the point she was hoping to buy her own condo or townhouse in the next year or two.
None of us wanted to leave the Oasis.
But all of us knew life would go on.
Like, now that they were getting hitched, we knew Alexis and Jacob weren’t going to stay there forever. Not after they got married.
Same with Raye and Cap.
And we were all expecting Jessie to come in any day and share she was letting go of her apartment and moving in officially with Eric.
They spent every night together at one or the other of their places anyway, dragging their cat in between.
That was bound to get tired. And Eric had a massive house in the Biltmore area.
Same with Harlow.