Chapter 26 #3
He turns to face me just in time for me to collide with him. He doesn’t even step back with my impact; he just absorbs my weight into him, and I hate it. I fucking hate it, and I hate him.
“All this time, you’ve been pulling me in and taking, taking, taking from me, while never giving anything. This whole fucking time, you’ve been married?”
“Yes.”
“Don’t you get it?” I scream as I pound his chest. “You know everything about me, Gabe. That my dad cheated on my mom and broke up our family. That cheating is the one thing I can’t stand. The one thing that would hurt me more than anything else.”
“What do you want me to say to you right now, Adrienne?” He pushes his hand through his hair again, and I don’t care that he’s upset. I’m furious.
“You used me to cheat on your wife, Gabe. Were you so desperate to get your dick wet that you just fell into my bed?” I shout. When he doesn’t say anything, just stands there staring at me, I lose it. “Well fuck you—and fuck her.”
“Don’t talk about her like that,” he warns, his voice low and menacing, but I do not give one fuck. There is nothing he can do to me that would hurt me more than he already has.
“Oh yeah?” I bite out. “Why?”
“Because she’s dead,” he says, and my lips snap shut, my heart instantly breaking.
I was wrong.
I could hurt more, just not for me—for him.
“She’s been dead a long goddamn time. And I’ve been stuck here, living but not. I’ve been dead right alongside her until—”
“Until what, Gabe?”
“Until you.”
Something snaps inside Gabe, like it has so many times before, and he wraps his hands around my shoulders and pulls my body into his. He slams his mouth against mine and pushes his tongue past my lips, spearing me, owning me, claiming me.
He slips his hand underneath one of the spaghetti straps of my dress and slides it off my shoulder.
The soft cotton material slides down my breast, exposing me only to him, and he cups the mound in his hand, flicking his thumb over the hard tip as he kisses me.
Then he trails his mouth over my cheek and down the side of my neck, making me squirm, and he lifts my breast so he can take me into his mouth.
I arch back so he can take more of me. The delicious pressure is building inside me, and I can’t take it. I need him. Now.
He lets me go and then straightens to his full height, spinning us around so that my back is pressed up against the door of his SUV. My eyes catch on his, and I watch the hazel darken as he grips the hem of my dress in his fist and slowly drags it up over my thighs, exposing my lace panties to him.
“Are you wet, Adrienne?”
“You know I am.”
“And who is this pussy wet for?”
“You,” I whisper. Then he dips his hand down the front of my panties, straight to the very heart of me, and drives two fingers in, taking me to my tiptoes. “Yes.”
I hold on to his shoulder as he pumps his fingers into me over and over, driving me higher and higher, as fast as he can make me go. I’m seconds away from flying apart when he quickly withdraws his fingers, making me cry out.
He turns me so that my front is pressed up against the car. The cool glass of the window stings my hard nipple, and I hear him working his belt and his fly from behind me. He lifts my skirt up over my ass and pulls my panties down around my upper thighs, trapping my legs together.
He tilts my hips back just a bit, and I feel the tip of him at my opening for barely a second before he drives all the way in. I gasp as he bites out a curse. With my legs pinned this way, I feel every hard inch of him deep inside me.
“Oh, God,” I pant. “More.”
He slides out almost all the way and then thrusts back in. His movements are hard and sharp. I feel the bite of the rough way he’s taking me, and I want it. I need it. After everything that’s happened, the secret that was spilled, I think we both need to feel something raw and real.
He pushes his hand under the front of my skirt and finds my clit.
It’s hard for him to maneuver his way between my legs with how tight my undies have me bound, but Gabe manages to do it.
He drags his fingertip against me where I need him the most as he pounds into me from behind, fucking me with an honest brutality.
“Gabe,” I gasp, and it’s not long before I come around him in an earth-shattering way that turns my world upside down.
He pumps into me again and again. I brace myself against the side of the car, because my legs have long since turned to Jello, and the car and his cock feel like the only things holding me up right now. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
He drives deep inside me, as deep as he can get, and buries his face in the side of my neck, my hair drowning out his groan in the night as he empties himself into me.
Our harsh breathing is the only sound in the air as we stand there, still connected in the most intimate of ways.
He places a gentle kiss on my neck and then pulls out. I hate the distance that I feel growing between us, and yet, it feels like once again, everything has changed.