10
BLAKE
Two days have passed since Dalton went over to Gabriella’s and we’re all starting to think she’s not going to call again. Kain has checked in with Dalton that their time together was good numerous times, and I’ve ribbed him continuously that he’s put her off Nowaks for life. Then, as I’m leaving work, a text comes through.
Gabriella - Who’s free?
I drop my bag on the sidewalk so I can answer.
Me - Me.
Gabriella - When can you get here?
Me - Twenty minutes.
Me - I’ll need to shower at yours.
Gabriella - Sounds good.
Shit. Twenty minutes. My dick hardens against the thick denim of my torn black jeans, the piercing shifting.
In my car, I adjust myself, taking a quick look in the mirror. My hair still looks good. Ideally, I would have liked to get ready for Gabriella at home, but Dad is probably already there, and I don’t want to raise suspicions.
I’ll have to park my car around the corner, just in case.
This whole thing feels a bit like fooling around with a girl in high school. I haven’t had to worry about what parents think for a few years now.
I listen to my favorite band, knowing the music will hype me up. It’s been a long day and I’m tired, but I’m not missing my chance for my first experience with Gabriella. I’ve had to watch my two brothers walking around with stupid grins on their faces. I’ve had to suffer them being the first to take advantage of this deal that Kain brokered with our best friend’s little sister. My idea, as I keep reminding him.
As I pull up a few houses down, I grab my bag and lock up my car as fast as I can. I stroll to Gabriella’s house, telling myself this is no big deal. I’m no stranger to fucking. I’m no stranger to one-night stands. I know how to work out what a girl likes and give it to her so good she’ll always remember me with a smile.
Dalton and Kain might have been filled with trepidation about taking this step with Gabi, but I’m not. She’s no shrinking violet. She’s had her fair share of sexual experiences, some of which I’ve heard a little about on the grapevine. Dudes are like that about girls they’re not in love with. They like to share the graphic details of their encounters as a way of building up their macho status.
For Gabriella to want this deal, she’s proven herself to be sexually confident. And we’re the lucky three men who get to build on that.
Part of me wishes that Kain and Dalton shared the details of what went down when they visited the Cross house, but those dudes have chosen to be respectful of Gab’s privacy. Seems weird when we’re all sharing her, but what the fuck do I know? My brothers both have their own minds, unfortunately.
I ring the bell at Gabriella’s house, something I’ve been doing for more years than I care to count. Inside, there’s only a muted yellow glow, and it’s completely quiet. When we were kids, this house always seemed filled with life. Funny how things change over time.
Gabriella opens the door, and her pretty shadow-rimmed eyes trail me from head to toe. “Looking good, Blake,” she says as I step over the threshold. I drop my bag on the floor and survey the dimly lit hallway.
“Thanks,” I say. “You too.” She really does. In a soft pink tank and shorts set, Gabriella Cross is as sweet as cotton candy.
“No food today?”
Fuck, I forgot. I could have picked something up on the way, but who’s going to think about tomorrow’s dinner when they’ve got Gabriella waiting?
“No food. Just me.”
“Okay.” She runs her fingers over her long golden hair and gently bites her bottom lip. “Would you like a drink? Have you eaten?”
I’m as hungry as a horse, but I don’t want to inconvenience her. “I’ll have a beer if you have one?”
“Sure.” She pads into the kitchen and takes a bottle of Bud from the fridge.
“You want to take a shower?”
I nod, reaching out for the beer which she’s opened using her dad’s old bottle opener.
“You can use the bathroom between mine and Travis’s room.”
The last time I was there, we were exiting after bursting into Gabriella’s room. If Travis hadn’t asked us to rescue his porn collection, none of this would be happening right now. Funny, the things that can be put into motion with an innocent request for help.
“Okay.” I take a long swig of beer, grateful for the cool relief and the spread of it in my stomach.
“I’ll take you up.”
I follow Gabriella up the stairs, my eyes never leaving her peachy ass as it wiggles with every step. Damn, she’s filled out nicely. Curvy in all the right places. Long slender legs that I’m going to relish getting between.
As we get to the top, Travis’s door looms. Forgive me , I say internally, not wanting to think about what he’d think of me if he knew what I was about to do. The back of my neck feels hot, and I turn away, trying to brush off the guilt.
Gabriella’s room smells of flowery perfume and is perfectly tidy except for a spread of books and papers on her desk. Before I can take in my surroundings, she opens her closet and pulls out a large white towel. “You can use any products there,” she says.
“I won’t be long.”
“It’s fine,” she says, shrugging. “I’ll tidy up.”
There doesn’t seem much out of place, but whatever. If Gabriella likes her room Stepford-Wife clean, that’s her business.
I make my way into the shared bathroom, looking around at the familiar space, finding it smaller than I remember. I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve messed around in this bathroom. Mostly, after getting dirty in the yard, and before Darleen fed us with something delicious. Sometimes, we’d splash each other with water, and make a mess that poor Darleen must have cleaned up. For sleepovers, we’d clean our teeth, all four of us in a row. Sometimes five if Gabriella wanted to join in and Travis didn’t tell her to get lost.
Those were fun times.
I undress and step into the shower, letting the warm water wash away the stresses of the day, and find a bottle of something that smells fruity and scrub myself clean. I think about Gabriella in this shower, naked, her wet hair trailing over her body, her long legs stretching to places I’ve only been lucky enough to get a glimpse of. My cock thickens under my palm, the piercing at the top sliding between my fingers. Is she going to like it or worry about it? It can go either way.
Well, until it does its job. Then she’s going to love it.
I don’t linger under the water, knowing I have something way more important waiting for me on the other side of the door. There’s no point in getting dressed either. I just wrap the towel around my waist and saunter out, knowing the ink I’ve covered my body with since we were kids is going to make an impact.
It does. Gabriella’s lips part and she stands slowly. “Shit, Blake.” When she’s close enough to touch me, she lets her fingers trail the black lines of the tattoos I’ve designed; across my chest, over my shoulder, down my arm and up my neck.
“They’re beautiful,” she whispers, her pretty eyes flicking to meet mine. “It must have hurt.”
“Nothing worth having comes without pain,” I tell her. She bites her bottom lip, thinking through my words.
“There are many different types of pain.”
She’s right. There are. But all of them need to be processed or they scar over, leaving trauma behind.
“I promise I’ll only inflict the good kind.” I grin, touching her face, the softness of her skin making me sigh. I’ve touched her cheek like this once before, when we camped out in our backyard and Gabriella fell asleep next to me. We were young, but I remember the rush of protective feelings I had for her. I remember the way her beauty made my heart ache.
“I’ll hold you to that,” she says. Seconds tick past, the air lingering between us feeling thick and paralyzing. I want to kiss her so badly but to do it, I feel like I need to climb a mountain. This is little Gabriella, the girl who always wanted me to play with her Barbies, the girl who’d tag along to play war games, even though I could tell she hated them. She just wanted to be a part of the fun, a part of our group.
A nagging thought taps the back of my mind. Has Gabriella made this deal because she’s still searching for that connection and sense of belonging? When she reaches out and touches my face, my heart skitters in my chest. I know I’m always the joker, the one who strives to focus on the bright side of life. I’m the one who tries not to take things too seriously. The one who suggested this idea in the first place. But I’m also the one who can read people the best. My brothers don’t see what I see. It’s like they exist on a more surface plain.
“Are you sure about this?” I murmur, turning my face into her palm and kissing the center.
“Yes,” she says softly.
“Because, if you’re not sure, we can just hang out. I could put on some clothes, and we could watch a movie. Eat popcorn. You know. Just like old times.”
Her fingers find the corner of the towel where it is tucked securely. “I’m sure, Blake. But thanks for checking.”
Before I can respond, she tugs the towel open, letting it drop to the floor. Her eyes hold mine and a pretty flush spreads across her cheeks. My cock is erect between us, jutting out so far, it’s almost touching her, but she resists looking.
Fuck.
This girl is so sexy. Confidence like this is exactly what floats my boat.
“I’m naked, Gabriella,” I whisper.
“Yes, Blake.”
“I think it’s time to get you naked too.”
I touch the hem of her shirt, finding the fabric soft and warm. “Need some help?”
She nods, still holding my gaze, and it feels like we’re in a competition to see who will break first.
It’ll be me. I know it will be. As soon as I get these clothes off Gabriella’s body, she’s going to be on her back in a flash.
She doesn’t resist when I lift the shirt, and she grins when my eyes widen, taking in her naked breasts beneath. They’re perfect handfuls, tipped by tight little nipples that make my mouth water. Gabriella doesn’t wait for me to remove her shorts, she simply pushes at the fabric on her hips, and they drop to the floor, leaving her totally naked.
In the face of so much perfection, I can’t hold on to my restraint any longer. I take a step forward, holding her gaze, my jaw ticking as I grit my teeth. She takes a step back, keeping the distance between us the same, eyes still focused on my face, hands hanging at her sides.
Another step and we’re closer to the bed, another and the backs of her legs hit the mattress. “It’s pointless moving away from me,” I say, my voice becoming husky with want.
“Isn’t the chase half the fun?” she says.
I take hold of her hand, bringing the open palm to my dick, forcing her to encircle the rigid bar of my arousal. Her lips part as I rub my piercing against her skin, and finally, she gives in and looks down.
“Oh my god, Blake. You pierced your dick?”
“I did.”
“Will it…?”
“Rock your world,” I interrupt. “Yes. It will.”
“I was going to say hurt me,” she says, touching the piercing with the tips of her fingers, stimulating my cock in the most tentatively mind-blowing way.
“No pain, Gab. Just pleasure.”
“What about condoms?”
I drop my head to one side, touching Gabriella’s cheek. “I can use one, but I won’t come inside you in case it tears.”
“That can happen?”
“There’s a risk, but I know what I’m doing. I can feel it if it happens.”
“I’m not on birth control,” she says softly. “My mom doesn’t think it’s a good idea to mess with hormones if you don’t need to.”
“She’s probably right,” I say, sliding my hand to the back of her neck where it’s warm. “You know I’ll take care of you, right?”
She nods, gazing up at me with wide emerald eyes that always had a way of bewitching me, even before I understood the power that women can have over men.
“Can I kiss you now?”
Gabriella nods, and her eyes drift closed with anticipation. For a couple of seconds, I stare down at her peaceful expression, taking in the soft dusting of freckles across her nose, and the long sweep of her darkened eyelashes as they cast shadows over her high cheekbones.
When our lips meet, I don’t initially feel a rush of possession and desire. There’s something else between us first. A recognition, maybe, of a connection that’s been beneath the surface for years. The feeling of coming home.
But when her tongue touches mine, all the soft warmth slips away and, in its place comes a rush of overwhelming need. I hold her, lowering us both to the bed so she’s splayed beneath me and I’m looming over her. We don’t stop kissing, but now I get to feel her writhing beneath me. “There’s no rush,” I whisper against the skin of her neck over the place her pulse thuds fast beneath. “We can take our time.”
To illustrate my point, I kiss slowly over her body, purposefully missing the parts she really wants me to focus on. Gabriella’s fingernails dig into my shoulders as she tries to urge me closer to her pretty pussy.
Before we get to all the good stuff, I want to make sure I know what she needs from me. I want to rock her world at least as much as my brothers, if not more. “Tell me your fantasy,” I say. “If you could choose a way for me to fuck you, what would you choose?”
Just as she’s about to answer, music begins to play, sounding through Gabriella’s window which is thrown wide to let the cool evening air inside. She twists, looking at the window. “Kain,” she whispers, the longing in her voice obvious.
I forget his room faces hers. I forget that you can see and hear everything that’s going on in the Cross house from his window.
“He’s home,” I say softly.
Gabriella nods, biting her bottom lip, her eyes staring off to the side as though she’s trying to muddle through options.
“What is it?” I ask. “Do you want us to stop because he’s there? He knows I’m here, right? He knows because he set this whole thing up with you.”
Gabriella tightens her legs around me. “I don’t want us to stop…” Hesitating again, she blows out a tight breath.
“Whatever you need, Gab. Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you. You don’t have to hold your desires inside. Just ask, please?”
“Sometimes I see Kain undressing,” she says softly. “Sometimes, I watch him through the drapes. I think he knows.”
“Oh, he knows,” I laugh. “Why do you think he’s always wandering around naked with the light on and the curtains open?”
She laughs and I can feel her body soften beneath mine. “I thought maybe we could return the favor.”
“You want him to watch us fuck?” I ask, the idea already causing a rush of blood to my cock. So much that my head spins.
“I want him to see you please me…see you own me.”
“You want to make him jealous?” The idea fascinates me because that’s not what this deal is about. We’re cool with each other because there’s never been a time when Gabriella wasn’t on all our minds. And from what Travis told me about Gabriella’s diary, she couldn’t choose between us either.
“Not jealous,” she says. “I just want him worked up and wanting.”
“Ah…you want to drive him crazy?”
She nods, a wicked little glint making her eyes sparkle. “I want to drive you all crazy.”
“And I don’t think you’ll find a single one of us that isn’t unbelievably happy about that,” I admit.
“So, you’ll do it.”
I shrug, grinding my cock against her pussy, making us both moan in the process. “I’ll do anything you want, baby. Any fantasy. Anything.”
Gabriella’s eyes light up even more, and I get the feeling she’s already thinking about other things she wants from us. This deal just gets better and better. She swats my shoulder. “We’ll need to stand.”
That’s my favorite way to fuck.
I get to my feet and hold out my hand, helping up a flushed and very naked Gabriella. She makes her way to the window, parting the drapes and staring into Kain’s room. I can’t see him, but his light is on, and the flickering TV casts colored shadows across his white walls. His window is open too, and the faint murmur of TV voices travels across the narrow divide between houses.
Gabriella grips the windowsill, arching her back so her spectacular ass is raised. I slide my hands from her ribs to her hips, kissing her between her shoulder blades. When she turns to look over her shoulder, I capture her mouth with mine. My dick slides between her thighs, finding her slick and warm. Oh god, I need to get inside her. She’s ready and I’ve barely touched her.
Reaching around, I find her clit, and rub in slow circles while I explore her mouth. Her hand clasps the side of my face, and she moans, rocking her hips against my hand, seeking more pressure.
“I want to taste you,” I say.
“Later,” she whispers. “Fuck me first.”
I reach down to grab the leg of my discarded jeans, finding the condom in the back pocket. I’m careful when I roll it over my piercing, adjusting as I ease it down to the root. When I look up, I notice Kain walk past his window and glance over. Even from this distance, I can see the moment his eyes register Gabriella standing at the window with bared breasts.
He pauses, lips parting, and as I step forward, I feel his moment of realization as vividly as if it were my own.
Taking Gabriella’s hair, I move it so it all falls over one shoulder. I put my hand on her belly, pushing so that her back is arched enough for me to access her pussy from behind. She moans when I slide through her labia, my piercing stroking her clit. When I notch at her entrance, I look up to where my brother is watching, and I smile.
Then I shift my hips with as much force as I can muster and bury myself deep in one thrust. Gabriella gasps as her inner walls stretch to accommodate me. Kain reaches for the window frame, the sight of Gabriella’s pleasure overwhelming. I bring one hand to her throat and the other to her hip. Like this, I can control the position of her body and her movements. I can show Kain that I’m possessing the girl I know he likes way more than he lets on.
I fuck Gabriella just the way I know she needs, keeping an even rhythm, letting my piercing graze against her G-spot over and over.
“Oh fuck,” she moans, her head dropping forward, no longer able to hold eye contact with Kain.
“You gonna come, baby?” I ask, feeling her pussy drawing tighter, knowing it’ll be soon.
“Yes,” she almost shouts. “Yes, yes, yes.”
And I know I’ve got her right where I want her.