Chapter 21 Gabe #2
When her aftershocks slow, I flip her forward onto her hands and knees on the seat.
I stand on the floorboard, bend her over the folded middle section, and spread her thighs wide.
Her cheek rests on the leather. Her hair spills around her face.
I grip my cock and rub it along her slit, smearing even more mess across her skin.
I tap the head against her clit until she whimpers, then shove inside once more.
The penetration is too much for her sensitized body. She keens, a soft, desperate sound.
"I know, baby." My voice drops to a comforting rumble.
"One more. You can give me one more." I start moving, thrusts deep and measured now.
No rush. I want this last stretch to brand her from the inside.
Every drive sinks to the hilt. My hips roll, grinding, letting her feel every ridge.
Her toes curl against the seatback. She mutters some garbled plea, melts under my hands.
I lean over her, covering her body, and bite her ear. "Whose pussy is this?"
"Yours," she gasps. "All yours."
"That's right." I grip her wrists, pin them to the seat, and fuck her harder.
My balls slap her clit. The wet sounds are obscene, echoing in the car like applause.
My thighs burn from the angle, but I don't slow.
She writhes under me, voice high and breathless.
I nudge her knees farther apart, getting even deeper.
The pressure building in me goes volcanic.
Sweat drips down my temple onto her shoulder.
I lick the droplet away, then suck a mark into her skin, needing to mark her everywhere.
Her body stiffens. "Gabe, please," she whimpers. "I'm gonna—"
"Do it." I push two fingers between her thighs and rub her clit fast. "Come with me.
" My tone leaves no room to refuse. She wails, body bowing, and slams back into me.
Her orgasm rips through her with a violent shudder.
She squirts a little, wetting my hand, soaking the seat again.
The sensation of her gushing around me sends me over the edge.
I bite her shoulder, muffling my groan as my release surges.
"Fuck, Lena," I snarl. "Take it." I pump hard, emptying inside her with long spurts.
The heat fills her, mixes with the other fluids, and drips down her thighs.
She whimpers at the sensation, still quaking.
I ride it out, hips rolling slow as the pulses fade.
The car is dead quiet except for our ragged breathing and the faint tick of the cooling engine.
I stay buried in her, enjoying the afterglow, the way her body spasms around me like it doesn't want to let go.
My hands trace lazy circles over her back, soothing her while my heart rate drops.
She sighs, content, cheek rubbing against the leather.
When my cock softens enough, I slide out gently.
A heavy trail of cum follows, slipping down her inner thighs.
I watch it for a second, admiring the mess, then swipe my fingers through it.
She glances back, flushed and wrecked, eyes half-lidded.
I lift my hand and press my coated fingers between her lips.
"Clean it." She sucks them greedily, moaning around the taste.
The sight sends a fresh ache through me even though my body is spent.
I pull my fingers free and stroke her hair.
"Stay put." I reach for the roll of paper towels stuffed in the back of the car.
I tear off a handful and clean between her legs carefully, wiping away the worst of the mess so she doesn't sit in it on the drive home.
She flinches when the rough paper hits her sensitive skin.
I kiss the small of her back in apology.
Once she's somewhat cleaned up, I help her sit upright.
Her legs wobble, knees trembling. I guide her to recline against the seat, head resting on my shoulder.
She melts into me, boneless. I tuck her dress down, covering her thighs, though there's no hiding the flushed skin and swollen lips.
She looks wrecked, sated, perfect. I press a kiss to her forehead, lingering there.
Her palm finds my chest, resting over my pounding heart.
"Best damn thing I've ever done in a car," she whispers, a lazy smile tugging her mouth.
I chuckle low, still catching my breath. "We're not done doing this in cars." I run my thumb along her jaw, gentle now. "But next time, I'm gonna bring proper restraints and some bottled water. You look half feral."
She laughs softly, the sound warm and tired and leans against me. She's still flushed and breathing slowly, her cheek resting on my shoulder. I hold her there, my hand smoothing down her spine, and I can feel the tiny shivers that still run through her muscles now and then.
I brush my fingers through her hair and kiss the top of her head. "Lena," I murmur, "talk to me."
She doesn't answer right away. She shifts a little, enough that her thigh brushes mine, and I feel her pulse jump again.
She's still soft from everything we just did, and I can tell part of her wants to curl into me and not think.
But another part—the part that's always fighting the whole world alone—makes her stiffen just a little.
I cup her cheek and tilt her face up toward mine. "Why'd you come on that date?" My voice is quiet, steady. I'm not trying to corner her. I just need to know what drove her there.
She tries to look away, and I won't let her. I keep her chin in my hand until our eyes meet again.
"Lena."
She sighs, the sound low and tired, and looks down at her hands. "My dad said a lot of stuff he shouldn't have last night."
I nod, giving her room to go on. "Such as?"
She gives a dry laugh. "That I'm running out of time. I'm getting older and Jace needs a father. I should fix my life before it's too late." She shakes her head. "Same stuff he's been saying since I was a teenager."
A slow anger warms my chest. "So he pushed you into going."
"He set the date behind my back," she says. "Told them I'd be there. He did it to look good. To feel in control and to fix me."
I feel something sharp twist inside me. "You didn't deserve that."
She nods, but her eyes look haunted now. She presses her palm flat against my chest like she's steadying herself. "And there's something else. I wouldn't have said yes to the date anyway if this other bit didn't happen."
Every muscle in my body goes still. "Tell me."
She swallows. Her voice turns small. "Tom. The guy I was seeing. He's been calling nonstop. He knows things. And he keeps hinting that he'll tell people. My dad. Other parents. People at Jace's school. He said he'd stir shit up if I kept ignoring him."
"He threatened you?" My voice drops into something I learned in war zones as fury makes me clench my palms into fists.
She nods once.
"What did he say?"
"That the town is talking," she murmurs. "And that my dad would ‘want to know everything' if he found out about me and… you. He said I'd better pick up or he'd make sure everybody sees me the way he wants them to."
My breathing changes, controlled in the way a knife is controlled. I want Lena to know that I have no problems coming out about our relationship to her dad, but that call has to be hers. And before we even get to that point, there's other things that need to be done.
"Lena," I say, lifting her chin so she looks straight at me, "you should've told me sooner."
"I didn't want to drag you into it."
"You didn't drag me anywhere," I growl. "He did."
Her eyes widen a little at my tone. I soften my thumb on her cheek. "You're not alone in this."
She leans into my touch before she even realizes she's doing it. "I was scared," she whispers.
"I know," I say gently. "I'm not criticizing you. I'm telling you I'm handling it. We're going to deal with him."
Her breath catches. "Gabe—"
"We're getting even." My voice leaves no room for misunderstanding. "Nobody threatens you. Nobody gets to use our son against you. And nobody gets to run his mouth about you and think he's safe."
She shivers in my arms. "You don't have to—"
"I do," I cut in quietly. "Because you and Jace are mine. And because both of you matter more than anything I've built on my own."
Her mouth opens like she wants to argue, then closes again. Her fingers curl into my shirt, holding on.
I kiss her forehead, slow and steady. "You hear me?"
She nods into my chest, voice barely a whisper. "Yeah."
"Good," I murmur, tightening my hand on her thigh. "Because I'm not letting some jealous coward breathe near you again."