Chapter 19 #3
“Oh, I won’t,” I reply just as seriously, leaving no doubt I will not be doing what he wants me to.
I sincerely, hope he gets the message because I might regret letting Gabe fuck me within an inch of my life every night until he leaves because it’ll hurt when he goes, but that’s nothing compared to how much I would regret marrying Bobby. That’s no life at all.
He walks me to my front door and places a kiss on my cheek while Manny watches from a discreet distance. It’s so much different than the invasive way Gabe watches over me.
“It’s a done deal, Adrienne,” Bobby tells me quietly. “We both know it. You might as well give in now.”
“So you say,” I reply, and he rolls his eyes.
“I can announce our engagement and your retirement, or I can announce that I’m firing you because you’re a shit driver and a pain in the ass,” he says snidely. “Think on that.”
“Think on this,” I reply as I slam the door in his face. I don’t bother to watch and wait for him to be gone.
I lean back against the door and close my eyes, wanting nothing more than to crawl upstairs and into a hot bath and then bed.
I don’t have an early call at the track tomorrow— I lied about that— but I do have a lunch date with my mom, an appointment I will definitely be keeping, because I haven’t seen her in ages and I love her tons.
But also because she always manages to put my mind at ease.
My mom is one who makes me feel like I can do anything, that there is no accomplishment too great for her child.
And she does it while ensuring that if I manage to fall, she’ll always be there with a smile to help me back up again.
With the mess I’ve made of my life lately, it’ll be good to spend time with her and find my balance again.
But when I turn around, Gabe is standing in front of me with his arms folded over his chest and an angry expression on his face.
“Gabe—”I want to explain that I’m tired, that my night was terrible and I need a bath and bed in that order. To sleep.
“Take it off,” he orders, and my body comes alive against my mind’s wishes.
“Please,” I whisper. “It was a bad night. I just want a hot bath and bed.”
He watches me, seeming to mull something over, and I think, just maybe, he’s going to let me go, but then his eyes harden, and I know I’m screwed.
This is why we’re such a bad idea. We always have been.
I don’t know why he hates me so much because if I let myself, I’d fall in love with him completely.
If he treated me only half as badly as he does, I’d beg him never to leave, and how pathetic is that?
“Take off the dress, fresa,” he quietly commands, and like the idiot I am, I do.
I pull up my dress, inch by inch, gathering the clingy material in my hands as I raise it over the tops of my thighs and then higher, exposing my bare pussy and belly, uncovering my breasts.
And when the dress is over my head, I drop the material to the floor and stand before him in nothing but my heels and jewelry.
“Now the shoes,” he says low, and I step out of them.
He holds out his hand for me, and I place mine in his and let him lead me slowly up the stairs. Gabe walks me down the hall and into my room and through to the bathroom. He doesn’t switch on any lights as he makes his way through the dark like a cat. It’s unnerving.
I watch as he pulls his T-shirt over his head and drops it to the counter before switching on the taps to fill my large bathtub. Maybe he’s going to let me rest after all. But then again, I should know better.
He gently unhooks my bracelet and places it in the dish I have on the counter for the bits and baubles I take off and then moves to slide each earring from my ears, dropping them in the dish as well.
He opens a drawer, somehow knowing exactly where I keep my hairbands, and grabs one before turning me around to face the mirror.
I watch him as he gathers the weight of my hair in his hands and twists it up on top of my head, securing it with the elastic.
His eyes lock on mine in the mirror as he touches his mouth to the side of my neck in a tender gesture before he steps away from me, leaving me standing naked in front of him.
He moves to the tub and tests the water.
A delicious curl of steam wafts up from the bath, and there’s a sultry warmth in the air.
He shuts off the taps and then unbuttons his jeans, pushing them to the floor and stepping out of them, his long, thick cock, bobbing out in front of him.
He holds out his hand for me again, and I take it, letting him help me into my tub and move me forward so he can fit himself to my back in the warm water.
His powerful thighs curl up on either side of me, his knees above the water. He pulls me backward with a hand at my belly, so I relax against his chest and feel his hard length press against my spine.
I feel tight, like a bowstring. I’m not sure how I’ll ever relax in this tub with the man I keep promising myself I’m going to stay away from.
But then he grabs a washcloth and dips it into the water, soaking it before he wrings it out in his fist, then he pops the cap on a bottle of shower gel, and pours a heaping amount into the soft terrycloth.
Gently, he glides it up my arms and shoulders and back down again. Up my neck and over my collarbone. He delicately teases my nipples, scraping the material over each tip as he washes me, and then he moves down my belly and between my legs.
By the first brush of the cloth and his knuckles over my center, I gasp, my breath coming out in short bursts. He drops it into the water and lets his fingers tease my swollen flesh. He moves over my clit softly, just enough to make me burn but not enough to get me off, and I whimper.
“Please.”
He moves his other hand up around me to cup my breast and feel the weight in his palm as he flicks his thumb over my hard tip.
“You beg so prettily,” he says just as softly, and then he moves his fingers over my clit faster and faster.
I grip his thighs beside me as I arch my back and rock my hips in time with his skilled fingers. The water slaps and splashes up and over the side of the tub, but I don’t care. I’m lost to the way he plays my body, the way he makes me feel.
“Gabe,” I pant.
“That’s it,” he praises. “That’s my good girl.”
My mouth falls open on a silent scream, and I dig my nails into his thighs as I come.
Gently, reverently, Gabe turns us so I’m leaned back against the lounging side of the tub, and he kneels in front of me between my thighs. Slowly, he slides inside me and holds me in his arms while he moves his body in and out of mine.
He doesn’t fuck me. What he does is gentle and loving, not rough and harsh, yet no less erotic as we come together. He touches his mouth to mine, and we breathe each other in as we find our release.
Afterward, he pops the drain on the tub and dries us both off, taking extra care with me. Making me feel cherished. And then he carries me to bed, where he lays me down and holds me close until I drift off into a peaceful sleep.
And when I wake, he’s gone.
Just like always.
But this time, it hurts even more, because now I know what could have been.