Chapter Sixteen #2
“Fuck you!”
Both of our tempers are flaring, and I can’t hear the TV over our voices at this point.
I don’t know when our friends left, but when we finally take a second to catch our breath, Gabe and I are both standing alone in the room, his hands on his hips and my head spinning from the adrenaline coursing through me.
“Are you done?” His question feels like a red flag waving in front of me.
“No, I’m not done! I’m fucking angry!”
His eyes roam from my head to my toes and finally connect with mine, and he’s fucking looking at me like he’s keeping a secret all to himself.
“Why the fuck are you grinning, Gabe?”
“You say you’re angry, but your dick says otherwise.” His gaze motions down to my swollen dick practically bursting out of my jeans. I didn’t even feel the pressure until he brought my erection into the conversation.
Meeting his cocky expression again, I refuse to accept his assumption. “It has nothing to do with you. It hates you, and so do I.” Protectively crossing my arms to my chest, I look away before he sees the truth behind my lies.
“No, you don’t.”
“Yes, I do!” I reiterate toward the TV.
His hand grasps my chin, forcing me to make eye contact. “No, Ender. You don’t.”
“Don’t fucking tell—” He swallows the end of my rejection as his mouth crashes into mine, ravishing me in a clash of teeth and tongues while he tears open my jeans with complete disregard for the button and zipper, pushing them to my thighs with my boxers in one quick motion.
He fists my dick hard, making me wince at the abrupt pressure.
“What were you saying?” He begins to stroke slowly, refusing to let up on the stranglehold he has on me.
“Go ahead. Tell me you don’t want this. Tell me how much you hate me, Ender.
” His demands scorch my flesh between each relentless bite of his teeth on my neck and shoulder.
My stubborn brain tries to reject the pleasure, but my body is begging for more—and he knows it.
My scalp burns as he pulls my head to the side, placing his hand under my mouth with another order. “Spit, now. And make it good.”
When I don’t follow his command, the abuse on my scalp heightens and a fucking whimper escapes me. “Now.” The thunder outside seems to roll ominously with his command, sending a spike of adrenaline through my bloodstream, my lungs suddenly starved of oxygen.
Abandoning my resistance, I look him dead in the eyes and gather as much spit as I can, letting it drop into his hand, leaving a trail of it lingering between my mouth and his palm.
Using his tongue to clean the remnants off my chin before violently thrusting it into my mouth, he pulls a reverberating groan from deep within me, and I have to grab his hips as my knees threaten to give out.
His slicked hand grabs my cock, resuming its mission with fervor.
It doesn’t give a second of reprieve, twisting around my cockhead with every upward stroke as his thumb swipes roughly over my slit.
The fire burning on my scalp returns when he bends me to the side for better access. “Still hate me or have you suddenly changed your mind?” Gabe’s breath is rough against the skin below my lobe.
“I want you inside me.” I fumble with his zipper before I’m stopped dead in my tracks, hands pinned behind my back by the wrists.
“You lost any control over the evening when you lied to me.” Securing my wrists with one hand, he pulls me into him with the other. The gentleness in his lips is surprising after the resistance I keep throwing his way—that’s not going to work tonight.
I pull away and make sure to give him my best smirk when I say, “And when exactly did I lie? When I said you’re an asshole or that I’m not one of your groupies?”
With his lips still resting against mine, he ignores my provoking and aims his words straight at my heart like an arrow headed straight for its target.
“I won’t hate what I see…” I frantically search his gaze for any sign that he heard the rest of that confession so many nights ago.
“And I won’t leave you for whatever it is in your past you’re running from…
Just let me in, and I’ll protect your heart with all the love you deserve. ”
Bullseye.
Gabe seals his lips firmly to mine and the volcano that has been simmering inside me for so long erupts. The thumping in my ribcage, almost in unison with the pounding under my palm, has me dizzy and reeling, starving for him to devour every piece of me.
“Goddamnit, Gabe!” I screech as he hauls me over his shoulder, marching up the stairs once again.
Instead of throwing me down on the bed like last time, he sets me down gently, his eyes locked on mine as he removes my clothes.
“You like carrying me to your bed, don’t you?” I laugh as I rise on my elbows to get a better view of him as his clothes fall to the floor.
“I like a lot of things, Ender, but carrying you to my bed isn’t one of them.”
My stomach instantly twists—until he climbs on the bed and rests all of his weight on top of me.
He pulls my hands above my head with his naked body heavy on top of mine, spreading my legs with his knees and settling between them. “I love carrying you to my bed.”
Grind. Kiss.
“I love having you in my house.”
Grind. Kiss.
“I love having you in my life.”
No, no, no, please don’t say it. “Don’t!
” Gabe freezes, staring at me with worried eyes.
“Don’t tell me you love me, Gabe. You and I both know you’re not in love with me.
We barely know each other. You don’t know me well enough to tell me you’re in love with me.
” The words come out like hot lava, burning everything in their path, probably killing any chance we have of enjoying the rest of this night.
Hiding behind closed lids, I huff out my final plea. “So, just don’t say it, okay?”
A tender caress from his thumb across my cheekbone, traveling down my jawline and finally landing on my lower lip, has me inhaling all the oxygen I can, just to keep me from blacking out.
“I wasn’t going to tell you I’m in love with you, Ender.” Kisses on my eyelids force them open to find Gabe’s softened gaze boring into the depths of my soul, discovering secrets I have yet to reveal. We share the air between our lips for a moment before he says, “I was going to tell you…”
Kiss.
“I love every moment I spend with you…”
Kiss.
“And if you’ll let me…”
Kiss.
“I’ll love you for who you are…”
Kiss.
“Even if you don’t love yourself.”
Kiss.