Chapter 10
10
GAbrIEL
I stare into her green-gray eyes, watching them as if my life depends on it when I say, “I’m going to fuck you just like I’ve been dreaming about fucking you for the past fucking week.” Her eyes get hooded before her mouth opens in a gasp, giving me that in. My hand moves from her hip to wrap around her as I pick her up off her feet and walk through the doorway. Her tongue fights with mine as I carry her into the house.
After walking into the entryway, I slam the door closed with my foot, exactly like I did at the bar when I finally got my mouth on her. Pushing her back against the door, I hear things drop beside me, but I don’t let go of her to look because I don’t give a fuck. The house could literally fall down all around us, and I wouldn’t stop kissing her. She wraps her legs and her arms around me at the same time. Her fingers go from the nape of my neck into my hair, making my whole scalp tingle from her touch. As she twirls her finger in my hair, I make a mental note to never cut it shorter than it is now, so she can always play with it. I let go of her lips to trail the kisses from her lips to her cheek and then to her jaw before coming back up to her ear. “Change of plans, Sweetheart,” I whisper as my tongue comes out to lick her lobe, making her shiver. “I’m going to fuck you first, and then we’re going to talk.” I suck her lobe into my mouth. “Now, decide where I’m going to fuck you.” I press my hard cock into her and hear her head hit the door as she moans out. “Against the door or on the kitchen table?”
Her hips buck once. “I don’t think—” she says, but my mouth covers hers again, and she instantly melts in my arms.
“If you don’t decide, I’ll decide for us.” I kiss her neck before sucking in skin. “I’m good with fucking you right here, right now.” She unwraps her legs from my waist, sliding them back down to the floor. Putting her hands on my chest, she opens her eyes, and I see they’re a light green with a touch of gray in them. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous, Sweetheart.” The words come out of my mouth in a flash. “You got two seconds,” I tell her, putting my hand beside her head against the door, and I’m pissed there isn’t a table by the door where I can fuck her.
She puts her hands on my chest, her own chest rising and falling. “Gabriel.”
“I love when you say my name”—I rub my nose on her jaw—“but I love it more when you moan it out.” She grips my shirt in her hands. “I want to hear it again.”
“We can’t,” she tries to say but stops talking when my tongue comes out to trail down her neck as I push her jacket off her. “We shouldn’t,” she objects, letting her jacket fall to her feet, showing me her sweater that falls off her shoulder. There is no bra strap, which makes me squat down just a bit to make sure my cock is level with her pussy before pressing my hips in. “We really, really shouldn’t,” she whispers, her hand tightening even more as she opens herself and lifts one of her legs over my hip.
“But we’re going to.” What little hold I had is gone when she pushes deeper into me. My hands fly to the bottom of her shirt, ripping it over her head, while her hands push my jacket down my arms, falling to the floor around our feet. We lunge for each other. Her hands go to the bottom of my shirt, moving it up and off me while my hands move to her tits and then my mouth on hers. The kiss is almost violent; it is wet, it is hard, and it is even better than all the other times we’ve kissed. Which was only one night, but the night was spent with my mouth stuck to her. Every single chance I had that night, I made sure my mouth was on her.
“Fuck,” she hisses when I push the top of her black bra down and roll her nipples before bending and sucking one nipple into my mouth. Her hand goes to my belt buckle as mine goes to hers. I have her zipper down and my hand in her pants, sliding past the silk of her panties and finding her soaking wet for me. “Good God,” she mutters while I slip a finger into her, but the restriction of her jeans stops me from finger-fucking her the way I want to. She works the belt buckle open and barely has the zipper down before she slides her hand into my boxers and grips me in her hand. “Yes,” she cheers, but I step out of her reach, and she groans. “Gabriel.”
“I need you naked,” I inform her, sliding my finger out of her, the coolness hitting my very wet digit. Looking into her eyes, I stick the finger into my mouth, licking her from me. “I need more than just a little taste of you.” I drop to my knees, gripping her pants in my hands and moving them down over her hips. I kiss her hips softly before they bunch at her ankles. Lifting her leg gently, I pull off her little bootie and toss it to the side, where the rest of her clothes are going to go. Once it’s off, I pull her pants leg off her before moving it over my shoulder.
“Now this is what I’m talking about,” I say, pulling her thong to the side. “Fuck, you are glistening.” I look up at her and see she is watching my every move. “You’re going to watch me eat you.” I lick up her slit as her hips leave the door, and she gets on her tippy-toes. “Watch me make you come with my finger.” My tongue slides into her. “And then I’m going to fuck you against this door.” My tongue slides to her clit, flicking it. “It’s going to be hard, and it’s going to be fast.” I slide a finger into her and then another one.
“But the next time, I’m taking my sweet fucking time.” I suck her clit into my mouth, and her pussy tightens. “Tell me, Sweetheart”—I pull my fingers out—“how many times did you play with this pussy thinking about me?” Her head moves side to side against the door as she bites her lips. My fingers move slowly in and out of her. “How many times did you make yourself come while thinking of me?” I move my fingers faster. “How many times did this pussy come without me?” I lean in, sucking her clit and then nibbling on it. Her hands go into my hair.
“You taste sweeter than you did that night,” I tell her as she looks down at me, “and that night was the night I thought I had never tasted anything sweeter.” My finger moves faster. “I was wrong.” I suck her into my mouth. “Fuck, was I ever wrong. You taste like the sweetest peach on the hottest day.” I move faster, her pussy getting tighter, her G-spot getting more sensitive, her hips moving every single time I touch it. “Biting into it, the juices running down my face.” Her hips move with my fingers, and she closes her eyes. “Watch me,” I snap and pound into her with my fingers. Her eyes open to look at me, and I rub her G-spot. “Come on my face so that I can fuck you next.”
“Yes,” she mewls, and I can feel her coming apart. My finger gets wetter, her pussy gets tighter, and her hip thrusts get more frantic. “I’m going to?—”
“Come for me, Sweetheart,” I urge her. She explodes over my finger, and when she does, I suck her clit to help drag it out. “That’s my girl.” I praise her when her hips stop moving and her hand goes slack in my hair. Only then do I stand and take her mouth. She doesn’t even flinch when she tastes herself on my tongue. Her kiss is hungry, and I get my pants just past my hips, her hand gripping me to jerk it. Her touch lights me up, and all I can do is think of getting into her. I bend my knees enough to aim as she hooks her leg around my hip, and I lift, filling her in one thrust. Her pussy is tight, wet, and perfectly made for me. “This is going to be quick.” I don’t lie to her. “All fucking week, I’ve thought of sinking back into you.” I thrust up, pounding into her. “All fucking week, I watched the door, wondering if you would come back, and I would have to drag you back to the office to fuck you again.” The sound of our heavy breathing fills the little entranceway. “All fucking week, the thought of this pussy made me come harder and harder each time.”
She holds on to my shoulders as I pound up into her. My hand wraps around her waist to push her down onto me when I pull out. “Yes,” she says, looking at me, my mouth finding hers as I fuck her harder and harder with each thrust. “More.” She lets go of my lips to ask me.
“If I fuck you any harder, I’m going to split you in half,” I tell her, feeling her tightness all over me.
“What’s the matter, Cowboy, can’t do it?” She smirks, but the smirk turns into a moan when I turn and walk over to the kitchen table. Putting her ass on it, she puts her hands to the side of her, my hands going beside her hips, her legs hanging over my forearms and I pull out only to pound into her so hard the table moves. “Yes!”
She hisses, and I pound into her until the table literally hits the fucking wall with every thrust I give her. I fuck her ruthlessly. “I’m going to,” she groans out. “Right now.”
“Me too,” I growl between clenched teeth. “I’m going to cover your pussy with my cum,” I say, planting myself to the root into her and looking down at her pussy taking all of me. My forehead falls to her shoulder, neither of us moving. “Jesus,” I say, and she laughs silently, but her pussy contracts, and I look at her.
“Well, you’re still in me, and I like how you feel, so I wanted to feel you even more.” Her eyes glitter in the dimly lit room, the table at a forty-five-degree angle. “Although I don’t think I can ever eat at this table again and not see my ass prints.”
Now I’m laughing. My dick is still in her but going down. I stand, slipping out of her, and I look down. “Fuck, I didn’t use anything.”
“What?” She looks down at my cock glistening from her pussy juices and my cum. “How?”
“I was caught up in the moment.” I put my hands on my hips, looking at my dick. “I don’t know. This has never happened to me before.”
“Yeah, right, you have a son, so this has happened before.” She pushes me away from her, but I don’t budge. Instead, I move down and kiss her lips softly. “I’m on the pill.” She sits up straight now. “Don’t you have any more condoms?” she asks me.
“No,” I answer her honestly, and she puts her head back and groans.
“What do you mean no?” she whines. I swear she’s not only gorgeous, but she’s cute, which I never thought could happen. You were either cute and then that’s it, or gorgeous and it ended there, but with Zara, it’s the best of both worlds.
I put my hands on her cheeks. “I didn’t replace the ones we used at the bar.”
“You walk around with three condoms all packed together.” She looks up at me. “So you can save the I’m-a-virgin speech for someone else.” She tries not to sound hurt, and I hate it. “Now, if you can please move so I can get up?” She looks down at herself. “I’m leaking on the table.”
“Fine,” I concede, moving back and grabbing her hips to pick her up off the table before putting her on her feet, “but we are going to have a talk when we are both cleaned up.”
She turns and makes her way to the stairs, her perfect naked ass on display while the pants leg drapes after her. “Nope.” She stops on the first step. “You can let yourself out.”
I clap my hands together, bursting out laughing. “Sweetheart,” I say the nickname that is now officially hers in my book, “after waiting for you to come to me for a week and then finding out you were right here all along, under my nose.” I shake my head, tucking my dick in my pants. “Then finding you and having all of that.” I point at the door and to the table. “If you think I’m leaving here tonight”—I shake my head—“not a chance in hell.” She looks at me, her mouth hanging open. “Now, did you eat tonight or not?”
“What, you going to give me two orgasms and cook for me?”
“Four,” I remind her, “and yeah, if you’re hungry, I’ll cook for you.” I put my hands on my hips. “Now, are we eating or fucking again?”
“I cannot believe you.”
“Believe it, Sweetheart,” I reply, and she huffs up the stairs, pounding her feet. “Is that a no to you being hungry?” I ask her, and all I hear is the door slam shut, making me laugh and shake my head.
“What the fuck did I just get myself into?” I mumble and look up the steps, waiting for her to answer me since she has an answer for everything. When she doesn’t, I walk over to the door and pick up our jackets and her purse, hanging it on the hook before snatching up my T-shirt.
I lock the door and turn off the lights before walking up the steps and going to the bedroom with the door open. Seeing the bed made, I walk over to the corner where there is a chair near the window with no shades, tossing my T-shirt on it before kicking off my shoes. I hear the bathroom door open, and then I hear her feet move down the hallway. She screams when she catches me in her room. She’s wearing a long T-shirt. “What are you still doing here?” She puts her hand to her chest.
“I told you less than five minutes ago I wasn’t leaving.” I sit in the chair and pull off one of my cowboy boots, tossing it beside the foot of the couch. “You were there.”
“I was there.” She folds her arms over her chest, and I see her nipples poking out of the white shirt. “I also told you to leave.”
“We haven’t had our talk yet.” I pull off the other boot and toss it with the other one. “So I can’t leave.” She glares at me, and I wish there was more light in the room so I can see how crystal clear her eyes get when she’s angry. “Why did you leave?”
“I woke up, and it was time for me to go.” She walks into the room, putting her knee on the bed. “It was a good time to get out of there.”
“A good time to get out of there.” I repeat her words. “I woke up, and I swear I thought I dreamed you up. But then I knew I hadn’t dreamed you up because I could smell your perfume in the room, around me, on me.” I tell her what I did when I woke up and was alone in the bed without her. “I called your name, thinking you were in the bathroom. Then I got out of bed, and it was empty. I went to the bar, thinking maybe you got thirsty, and guess what I found?” I ask her, waiting, and she just rolls her eyes. “Nothing. I found nothing. I was standing there in my bar, naked.”
“You could have put your boxers on,” she retorts. “It wasn’t that dramatic.”
“I didn’t want to put my boxers on because I planned on having you one more time,” I inform her, running my hands through my hair. “So after finding you nowhere, I went to the tapes.”
“That’s a violation of privacy,” she hisses as she points at me, “and I can sue you.”
“Good, means we’ll have another time to see each other.” I chuckle. “I had to make sure I deleted it, and no one would be able to see what I was seeing.”
“I’m sure you do that often enough,” she snaps.
“The fuck?” I yelp, shocked.
“Oh, what’s the matter, Cowboy, cat got your tongue?” She uses my phrase on me. “Please, you think I don’t know that you do this all the time.” She raises her eyebrows. “Please, spare me the hurt act.”
“You think I do this all the time?” I glare at her. “Really? Living in the small town I grew up in, so everyone knows me from when I was born until now.” I walk around the bed to her but stop far enough away because if I get too close, I’ll end up touching her, and then this talk will be drawn out. “For your information?—”
She holds her hand up to stop me from talking. “You have a bed in your office,” she practically shouts. “In your office, a bed . Don’t tell me that I’m any different from anyone else.”
“Okay, one.” I hold up my finger. There isn’t another woman on this planet who gets me hot and cold like she does. One minute, I want to kiss the ever-loving shit out of her, then the next, I want to turn her over my knee and spank her while pleasuring her. “The bed is there because I have a son who sometimes wanted to come visit with his father when he was younger. So I got him the bed to nap on if I ever worked too late.”
“You let your child into a bar?” she asks, and I laugh.
“It’s the South,” I remind her, rolling my eyes. “I own the bar, and there was a sitter with him the whole time.” She gawks at me. “I hated waking up without you,” I tell her softly. “Hated it more than anything in my life.” I move to stand beside her, taking in her smell, my hand coming up to cup her cheek. Her eyes go a touch darker, and when you are this close to her, you see the little freckles on her nose. “Promise me you won’t run out on me again.”
“Gabriel,” she says my name in a plea, “we really shouldn’t be doing this.”
“That wasn’t what I asked you, Sweetheart.” I step closer to her, and she looks up at me. “I asked you to promise me you won’t run out on me again.” My arm goes around her waist.
“Considering there isn’t going to be a next time”—she stays adamant in her decision that this isn’t going to happen again—“I promise I won’t run out on you again.”
“Thank you, Sweetheart.” I ignore the fact she looks like she is going to kill me. “Now, I’m going to take a shower, and then we can get started on round two.” I kiss her lips, and she lets me. I smile down at her. “And just in case there were some unspoken words, we’re waking up together tomorrow morning.”