Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
Molly
“ F ucking hell,” I mutter as I climb out of the car on the tarmac of the private airstrip at the Allegheny County Airport for our flight to San Francisco. My eyes are glued to my phone, and I can feel my rage rising, ready to explode.
“What’s wrong?” Gabe asks, taking my tote bags from me and swinging them over his own shoulder.
I glare at my phone. “Harvey Randall and Asshole Brad are what’s wrong. It’s suddenly critical that Brad review the trust I’m drafting once it’s done. That little shit isn’t even an estate planning lawyer. He wouldn’t know a trust if it stood up and announced itself to him. He’s just trying to horn in on my territory. It’s not enough to convince his uncle to toss him some of the work. He wants it all and won’t stop until he gets it.”
“Well, if he thinks he’ll be successful, he clearly doesn’t know you very well.”
I tear my eyes away from the offending email and stare up at Gabe. “You know what? You’re completely right. Fuck him.”
“Damn straight, Rory baby.”
Gabe guides me up the stairs of the waiting private jet, and I stop short just inside the plane.
“Ho-ly shit,” I say, staring around at the cabin.
In the few weeks I’ve been living in Gabe’s house, it’s been remarkably easy to forget he’s a billionaire. Except for a few situations, mostly dealing with my house repairs, the ring I currently wear on my left hand, and the way he got an entire Lego collection transported across the country unscathed, he doesn’t act like a billionaire. He just acts normal. But this airplane that sports his company logo everywhere is extremely not normal.
“You like it?” Gabe asks, grinning.
“I think like isn’t quite the right word,” I say incredulously, taking in the carpeted floor, the plush cream leather seats, the long, deep-seated couch that runs along one side of the plane, and the open door in the back of the plane leading to what looks like a bedroom. A bedroom. On an airplane. This is my kind of traveling.
“It’s amazing, Gabe. This is yours?”
Gabe shrugs, sheepish expression on his face as he sets my tote bags on the couch and sits down in one of the chairs. “I mean, it belongs to the company. But I founded the company, and I sit on the board. They let me use it when I want to.”
I sit down in the chair next to him, turning so I can look at him. It feels important to look at him for what I want to say. The words have been there for weeks.
We’re still circling each other, living in the space between together and not. The space that includes a lot of kissing and watching movies tangled together on the couch and drinking peppermint mochas and eating chocolate chip pancakes for dinner. My favorite black licorice and Reese’s Pieces in a drawer in the kitchen and three muffin halves for breakfast. Glimpses of morning Gabe and night Gabe and reading a comic book with glasses on Gabe, and my favorite—just out of the shower, towel wrapped around his waist Gabe. Posing as engaged and strategizing over what to do with my asshole client and living together but in separate bedrooms and planning for this trip.
It suddenly feels critical that I tell him this.
“It occurs to me I’ve never told you I’m proud of you. I am, Gabe. I’m really fucking proud of you. Your entire life changed in an instant, and you suddenly had to be a dad to your sisters, and instead of crumbling, you started a company that changed the world. You’re happy and caring and attentive and so much fun. You could have anything you want and live anywhere you want, but you chose to come to Pittsburgh to find me. I know we haven’t defined what we are or what we’re doing, and I know that’s mostly on me. But I want you to know that I appreciate you giving me the space and time to figure it out. I appreciate you, Gabe. And I’m really, really proud of you.”
“Rory.” Gabe’s voice is soft, but his face is a storm of emotion. I see his move before he makes it. He wraps a hand around the back of my neck and brings his mouth to mine. This kiss isn’t the slow build I’m used to with him. This kiss has a dark edge to it. It’s crashing lips and clanking teeth and tongues sliding against each other and his hand tightening around the back of my neck. It’s his other hand gripping my hip and sliding up my ribs and his thumb grazing the side of my breast, and my gasp into his mouth. It’s both of his hands dropping to my waist to lift me out of my seat and putting me on his lap, my legs straddling his.
Lips still locked with mine, Gabe pulls me down onto him. The second I make contact with his cock as it settles between my legs, it’s like the past few weeks of us circling around each other, pretending to be satisfied with kisses and small touches alone, explodes.
I push my hands into Gabe’s hair, tangling my fingers in the silky strands. When I tug at the strands and grind myself down on him, he groans into my mouth, his hands tightening around my waist. I’m wearing a dress, so all that separates us is my underwear and his sweatpants, and I can feel everything. He’s huge and hard, and I’m already wet and pulsing, nipples tightening into hard peaks against my dress, and I want him with a ferocity that would stun me if it was anyone other than Gabe. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want him. I’m self-aware enough to understand I probably never will.
Maybe it’s not the right time. Maybe we need to figure each other out before we toss sex onto the pile of whatever Gabe and I currently are or aren’t. Maybe this will muddy the waters and make it impossible to be rational and separate today feelings from ten years ago feelings. But Gabe is so big and so hard under me, and with every roll of my hips, his cock hits my clit perfectly, sending pleasure racing through my blood. His tongue fucks my mouth the way I wish his cock was fucking me. My heart pounds and my body aches to get closer to him.
So, like, fuck rationality. I want this. I want him . I’m a woman used to taking what she wants.
When a moan rips from my throat, Gabe tears his mouth away from mine, planting a line of wet kisses down my jaw, sucking lightly at the skin behind my ear.
“Fuck, Rory,” he rasps, sucking my earlobe into his mouth and then biting it softly, drawing a gasp from me. I keep working myself over him, his hands gripping my hips, helping me move. “I see you, grinding your hot, perfect pussy over me. You feel even better than I remember. Better than I dreamed. You’re already so wet for me. You going to ride this cock until you drip all over it? Fucking soak me so I get to wear your cum for the rest of the flight? Be my?—"
Gabe breaks off and looks away, tensing. I still over him, my entire body vibrating with need. I know what he was about to say, and I want the words. Crave them. Words I haven’t heard in ten years. Words I never felt safe enough to let anyone else say to me. Only him. Always only him. But he wouldn’t give them to me now, without knowing it’s okay. That it’s what I want. Even though we were once as close as two people could be—knew everything there was to know about each other—he wouldn’t assume.
My walls drop just a little lower.
I grab Gabe’s face with both hands and turn him back to look at me. I crash our mouths together, teasing my tongue with his until he wraps his arms around me and holds me impossibly tighter against his hard body. Then I break away and lock eyes with him. His eyes are filled with lust and desire. For me. He wants me, and I want him right back.
“Say it, Gabe.”
“Say what?”
I press my mouth to his again. “You know what,” I whisper against his lips, my hands sliding around to the back of his neck.
Gabe’s eyes flash. He widens his knees under me, spreading my legs farther apart. Then he slides his hands over my hips and down my legs, pushing them back up until his thumbs meet just above where I’m wet and wanting. He ghosts his thumbs over me, tracing my slit over my underwear, and when he glides over my clit with the barest hint of a touch, my entire body feels electrified, and I whimper. Fucking whimper.
“Look at you. I’ve barely even touched you and you’re already so needy.”
He locks eyes with me and smirks. “Such a needy little slut for me, aren’t you, Rory baby?”
I let out a low moan at the word, a gush of arousal flooding me, and Gabe chuckles, a little darkly. He pushes a finger underneath the elastic of my underwear and slides it through my slit, collecting all the moisture there and using it to circle my clit. His finger feels so good, and I press my hips down, trying to get more friction.
“Yeah, you sure are. Spreading these perfect legs for me right here on this plane, showing me exactly what I’ve been missing all these years. I fucking missed you, Rory. All of you.”
I smirk back at him. “What about you?” I gasp out as his finger keeps moving in those slow, perfect circles. “Pushing my dress up and touching me right here on this plane. I’m sure there’s a flight attendant and a pilot around here somewhere. What if they walk in and see us just like this?”
I feel Gabe’s cock twitch in his sweatpants, and now it’s my turn to chuckle. “Looks like you’re not the only one who remembers things.”
Gabe sucks and licks his way down my jaw and over my throat, nipping at my collarbone and gliding his tongue over the spot to soothe the ache that has even more need pooling between my legs.
“We’re a part of each other, Rory. Always have been. Always will be. Now, grab the back of the chair and hold on tight. Spread these gorgeous legs as wide as they’ll go. This perfect pussy is dying for my fingers, and I always give her what she needs.”
Emotion and arousal tangle together inside me and I do exactly what he says. As soon as my hands are gripping the chair behind Gabe’s head, he grabs my black lace thong in one hand and tugs firmly, tearing it straight off my body, letting it fall to the floor.
Holy fucking shit. Don’t you fucking dare let him see how much this turns you on.
I summon all the attitude I can manage for someone whose underwear is now in tatters on the floor of a private jet and scoff. “Just like a billionaire. Ripping underwear like I’ve got a thousand more pairs.”
Gabe’s eyes take on a dangerous edge. “Consider the entire lingerie department of whatever store you like yours, Rory. But this billionaire needs you, right fucking now.”
Then he grips my hip with one hand and plunges two fingers straight into me. I suck in a sharp breath that ends on a moan. I’m so wet that there’s barely any resistance, and he immediately curls his fingers, rubbing the spot deep inside of me that no one but him has ever found. His thumb finds my clit and rubs in slow, firm circles as stars dot the edges of my vision and pleasure arrows straight through me.
“Oh, my god, Gabe,” I gasp out, rolling my hips against his fingers, trying to get them deeper. Craving the stretch. Wishing it was his cock inside me instead.
“Fucking right, Rory. No one can make you feel the way I can. The way I do. Now, ride my hand until you come all over it.”
He pulls his fingers out for a split second before he pushes three back inside, and it feels so good that I do exactly as he asks. Grinding down on his fingers, I ride his hand as pleasure coils tightly in my belly.
“Please, Gabe. Fuck ,” I gasp out, grinding down harder and gripping the seat so tightly I’m afraid I might be about to tear the leather.
“Please what, Rory? You want to come for me, baby? Show me how much you missed me? Show me how I’m the only person who can make you feel this way?” Gabe’s voice is low and laced with desire, and it makes my own desire climb higher.
“Shit, yes, please, goddammit. Only you.” It’s the absolute truth. I’ve been with other people since Gabe, but no one has ever made me feel like this. Like they’re touching my body and soul at the same time. I’m smart enough to know that no one else ever will. To understand what that means.
“Then come for me. All over my hand, Rory. Give it all to me. Show me you’re mine.”
My brain rebels at the word mine . Rejects it immediately, like it knows I’m not ready for that yet, but my traitorous body is too far gone to care what my brain wants. When Gabe strums my clit harder, fucks me deeper with his fingers, I climb higher and higher, rocking wildly against his hand. Gabe crashes his mouth to mine just as I come on a gasp and a full body shudder. My hips are still rolling against his hand, the waves of my orgasm still pummeling me, when Gabe groans, the hand on my hip tightening and his body shaking against mine.
We kiss like we would die without it as the waves of my orgasm slowly recede. When the pleasure finally ebbs, I collapse against Gabe, my heart thundering in my ears and my breath coming in fast pants. Gabe pulls his fingers out of me then kisses my temple and leans his head against mine, his own heart galloping.
“Did you just come in your pants?” I ask him, my voice both exhausted and amused. “Like, without me even touching you?”
Gabe leans back so he can look at me. With his eyes on mine, he sucks the fingers he just pulled out of me straight into his mouth, licking them clean. Then the man winks at me. Fucking winks, Jesus Christ.
“Sure did.”
“Why is that so hot?” I wonder out loud.
“Is it?” he asks. Now he sounds amused.
“It sure fucking is. And you know what else is so hot?”
“I super hope you’re about to tell me.”
“Let me show you instead.”
Giving Gabe a wicked grin, I glide a hand over his pecs and down his chest, pausing to roll his nipple between my fingers, and I smile at his raspy inhale. When my hand drifts over the top of his sweatpants, he sucks in a breath, and I love it. Without warning, I slide a hand underneath both his waistbands, swiping two fingers through the cum coating the inside of his boxers, grazing the tip of his half-hard cock, smirking at his low moan and the way his hips jerk up involuntarily. Pulling my fingers out, I put them right into my mouth, sucking his cum off of me, loving the heady, salty taste of him.
Gabe groans, watching me with hooded eyes. When I pull my fingers out, he grabs the back of my neck and slams his mouth to mine, wasting no time licking into my mouth. I taste both of us together, and it’s so hot my body is humming all over again even though I literally just came. I know his is too because I feel him harden again under me. When I rock against him, Gabe tears his mouth away from mine on another groan.
“Rory. Fuck. How are you even real?”
I grin at him. “I assure you I am perfectly real. Just perfect in general, really.”
“There is no one on this earth more perfect than you. No. One. All I want is to press you down on that couch over there and fuck you until neither of us remembers our names. But there is supposed to be a pilot boarding this plane in, like, five minutes. And while I might like the fantasy of sex in public, in actuality, no one gets to see you looking all freshly fucked with your dress around your waist but me.”
“Possessive much, Gabriel?” I school my voice to keep him from knowing exactly how much I like possessive Gabe. How much I want him to claim me that way. To be the only one who gets to see me like this. How much I still need to finish working out my feelings about him.
Now it’s his turn to grin. “Oh, yeah.”
“Well,” I say airily, “I’m not the only one who looks freshly fucked around here. Is there somewhere on this fancy ass plane where we can clean up?”
Gabe stands, sliding me down his body until my feet hit the floor. He smooths my dress down over my legs and presses a kiss to my forehead. The combination of sexy Gabe, possessive Gabe, and sweet Gabe has my heart doing a long, slow, roll.
It’s possible I might be in just a tiny bit of trouble.
“Come on, Rory. I’ll show you the bedroom. We can clean up back there.”
He bends over and picks up the lacy shreds of my thong from the floor, holding it up with a wide smile and then glancing down at the wet spot on his sweatpants. “And I think new underwear is in order all around.”
This trip is already so bizarre that I just lay my head back and laugh. A perfect lightness settles over us, and we head to the back of the plane to put ourselves back together.