30. Veronica #2
I take a step closer to him, forcing him to look at me with my hands.
“I’m sorry if I made you feel rejected. I never meant to hurt you.
I care about you so much, Gabe, don’t you see that?
I love every moment we share together. I crave them all the time.
Don’t ever think what I feel for you is less than what I feel for Noah, because it’s not.
You have no idea how guilty I feel right now for what I’ve done. ”
He stares at me and for an instant, I think I’m finally getting through to him.
But then he grabs my wrists, forcing my hands away and turns his back to me.
“The only reason you feel guilty is because you got caught,” he says then heads for the fridge, pulling out items. “Just go back to him. I’ll call when dinner’s ready. ”
What the fuck is happening?
I feel like we’ve been cursed or something.
How did we go from such a happy relationship to this?
Because that’s all it’s been since the beginning of the month.
Shit, after shit, after shit. I’m already having a hard time getting through to Noah, I can’t be dealing with this nonsense on top of it with Gabe.
“No.”
He sighs, dropping his head. “Ronnie, please just go upstairs.”
“No, I won’t go.”
“Well, I fucking want you to!” he shouts, turning to face me.
“No, you don’t! You’re just mad at me, so take it out on me.”
“No.” He fists his hands at his sides.
“Yes. I want you to. Use me. Fuck me like you hate me, I don’t care. Just take all that anger you have inside right now and give it to me. Show me how hurt you are. Make me pay.”
I walk up to him, chest grazing his as we stare down at each other.
I know I’ve been getting used to their touches and manhandling, to the point where I no longer get any icky feelings or slight moments of panic.
But one thing I haven’t let them do is get extremely rough with me.
It’s a hard line for me to cross and requires a lot of trust.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for,” he whispers.
I look into those beautiful gray orbs that plead with me to ease this pain he feels inside and smile. “I do, and I want it. No holding back, give me your all.” It may be a hard line, but I trust him. I trust both of them.
His jaw ticks, nostrils flaring, pupils dilating, and for a second, I think he’s going to refuse me again.
But in the blink of an eye, he jumps me, fisting my hair painfully, lips bruising mine in a punishing kiss.
Then he yanks his hand back with my hair still in his grip and flips me around, bending me over the counter as I yelp.
I hear his pants hit the floor as he pushes my shirt up, then smacks my ass hard before leaning against me. “Tell me, Vixen, is his cum still inside of you?” he growls into my ear.
“Yes,” I say breathlessly.
He chuckles wickedly. “Good.” Then rams into me. No foreplay, no checking to see if I’m wet, simply forcing himself into my tight cunt.
“AHHHH!” I scream as my head drops forward, but he quickly tightens his hold on my hair and pulls me up, forcing my head back and arching my body.
My palms lay flat on the surface of the kitchen island, mouth wide open as I cry out repeatedly. The edge of the counter digs into my hips as he plows into me with powerful, relentless thrusts. I know I’ll have bruises there tomorrow, but I don’t care.
“You like that, baby? Do you like me fucking you like I hate you?”
“YES!” I shout, tears rising in my eyes at how brutally he’s fucking me, but I don’t stop him. We both need this.
The grunts he releases are feral, unhinged.
Like a beast that’s been trapped for years, finally breaking free.
I’ve never seen this wild unrestrained side of Gabe before, and I realize now that this is the side of him my subconscious used to fear.
But now that I know the real him, now that I’ve fallen for the real Gabriel, I’m not afraid anymore.
I want all of him, his good and his bad, and I love every version of him.
Noah marches down the stairs and comes over to the kitchen, taking a seat at the island in front of me. Gabe doesn’t seem bothered by his presence, in fact, it seems to fuel him. He fucks me even harder, one hand pulling my hair and the other leaving bruise marks on my hip.
I’m gasping and panting, moaning and screaming, nails clawing at the flat, smooth surface of the counter. Noah leans in on his elbows, his face inches away from mine. His eyes are focused on mine, moving from one to the other. I feel my face flush at being examined while also being fucked.
“She’s close,” he tells Gabe with a smirk.
“Oh, I know. I can feel her pussy shaking around me. She’s choking my dick to death, and it feels fucking amazing.” He laughs. “Isn’t that right, baby? You gonna come all over my cock like a good girl?”
“Oh God! Yes!” I cry out.
“Then fucking come!” He yanks on my hair harder, my scalp feeling like it’s been set on fire, and releases my hip to smack the side of my ass cheek hard.
I detonate on a scream. “GAbrIEL!!!” My arms give out beneath me, just as he untangles his fist from my hair. Noah places his hand beneath my head seconds before it smacks against the counter.
Gabe takes hold of my hips, lifting me off the ground as he continues to brutalize my pussy with savage thrusts. My thighs, ass, and hips burn from the assault, but my body loves it. Wants more of it. Wishes it would never end, and that Gabe would touch me in this consuming way forever.
But within a few more strokes, he releases a barbaric roar and slams into me one last time, filling every inch of me until I feel him running down my legs.
He sets my feet back to the ground and leans over my body, kissing my shoulder lovingly. “I could never hate you, Vixen,” he whispers against my heated sticky skin.
~ Two Days Later ~
Gabe and I pull up at Morgan’s house just as Aubrey steps out of my car beside us.
I climb out of Gabe’s car quickly and rush over to her, taking her in my arms. God, it feels like I haven’t seen her in forever.
When we lived together, we used to see each other every day, now I’m lucky if I get to see her once a week.
“Ugh! I’ve missed you so much!” I squeeze her tightly against me.
She giggles softly, pulling me in as well. “I’ve missed you too, Ronnie. It’s so weird not living together.”
I pull back as we hold each other at arm’s length. “How are things going with living in the Ford Manor?”
She laughs elegantly. I don’t know how she does it, but everything Aubrey does is done gracefully. I swear she must have been a princess in another life. “It’s hardly a manor, but it’s been… fine.”
I scrunch my nose and let go of her. “Oh no, don’t tell me they’re going at it like horny hippos?”
“Horny hippos? Really?”
Gabe joins our side and kisses Aubrey’s head then throws his arm around my shoulder as she flushes. “Oh yeah, you should see how they woo their female companion. It’s pretty disturbing yet impressive.”
“I’m so confused right now…” She stares with wide eyes.
“Don’t ask, we watched a very strange documentary about animal reproduction last night.” I giggle.
“It’s given me a whole bunch of new ideas to get in your pants.” He nibbles at my earlobe, flicking my four piercings with his tongue.
I slap his chest with the back of my hand. “Don’t even think about throwing your shit around to get to me. I can assure you, that will not work in your favor,” I warn him as he laughs.
“Well, for your information, yes, they are. I really have no idea how Gracie sleeps through all of that. I really didn’t miss hearing my brother… doing that. I think it makes it even worse that it’s with one of my best friends.” She blushes once more talking about it.
“Do you think you’re going to turn red like a tomato every time you have sex, baby Ford?” Gabe asks, chuckling behind his fist.
I smack him again. “Shut up. Leave her alone.”
She looks behind us, peering at the car. “Noah’s not coming?”
A tightness forms in my chest at her question. “No…”
She offers me a sympathetic smile and rubs my arm.
A voice across the street catches our attention, and we all turn to watch Shane stepping out of Jessie’s house as he waves goodbye. He takes the few steps down, watching his feet, but then looks up and stops in his tracks when he spots us and stares straight at Aubrey.
I turn my head to her, finding her blushing with her lips slightly parted. I elbow her and whisper through my smile, “Say hi.”
She jumps into action, throwing her hand up high. “H-hi, Shane!” she shouts a little too loudly. She quickly pulls her arm back down and rests her hand along the base of her neck as her cheeks burn brightly. “Oh God… that was embarrassing.”
I turn in Gabe’s arms, hiding my face in his chest as I try not to laugh, but it’s impossible. I feel Gabe’s chest rumbling as he tries to suppress his own laughter. When I peek a glance toward Shane, I find him smiling brightly at her, he slowly raises his hand and waves back.
Aubrey quickly grabs my elbow and pulls me away from Gabe. “Okay, I said hi, now let’s go inside before I do something stupid again.” She drags us along toward the front door as Gabe and I wave to Shane as well.
We step into the house and find Clay, Morgan, Cecilia, and Silas sitting around in the living room. Cecilia notices us first, climbing off Silas’s lap. “Yay! You finally made it.” She claps her hands together and comes in to hug us all.
I giggle. “You thought we wouldn’t come?”
“No, of course, I knew you would. But I feel like we haven’t been all together under good conditions in a while.” She smiles tenderly.
“Yeah, you’re right. These past two or so weeks have been pretty brutal for all of us, I think.” I sigh.
Morgan joins her side, coming in for a hug as well. “They have. How are you holding up?” She leans back and cups my face like a mother would, and it instantly makes me long for my own.
“I’m… still okay, I guess. Gabe has been wonderful for my spirit.” I smile at him.