Chapter 26 – Gabby
Chapter Twenty-Six
Gabby
Two Weeks Later
Isaac and I are more serious now. I can feel it.
The night he told me about his divorce, we made love seemingly every fifteen minutes until we both fell asleep, intertwined like ropes around each other.
I thought everything would be perfect after that, but now I realize Isaac was saving the bad news for later.
He might be divorced from Tylee and she may have granted him custody, but the big secret of where he’s been going every night has finally come between us.
Isaac still won’t tell me all the details and considering how hard it is for me to get to sleep still, I don’t need to know more than I already do.
I suspect they have a prisoner or they’re planning something.
I don’t really know. What Isaac has told me at the very least promises a shift in the dynamic, and I don’t know if this could possibly be good for us.
I’m going to Texas.
It’s not a question. I want to ask about the kids, but he fills in the blanks.
Owen and Vickie are coming for the kids the night before I leave, and they will take the kids up to Maine for a while in case…
I hate that he trails off and I know it’s because this is Isaac’s best effort to hide the violent part of his life from me.
I wish it were enough to soothe my worry for him.
For both of us. He assures me that he doesn’t want this to interfere with my studies, hence he made arrangements for the kids and for additional security from the Murray family.
He can’t tell me when he has to leave or when he’ll be back, except to say that this is entirely dependent on Wyatt Shaw’s needs and wishes. Except tonight… he knows. I ask if he has to go out tonight and Isaac responds with one word.
“No.”
Then he explains why the house is so quiet. Owen and Vickie came for the kids while I was on the train. That means he’s leaving soon. He just tells me that the kids are leaving and it’s so quiet in the house.
“When?”
“I’m leaving tomorrow. Just taking the bike.”
“All the way out to Texas?”
Isaac’s face softens. “I can’t say anymore. Sorry.”
“When will you be back?”
“I want you to worry about the semester. Getting good grades. Following your dreams. I’ll come back, Gabby.”
“You might not.”
“That’s the risk all of us take each time we leave the house.”
“Most of us aren’t riding on death traps all the way to Texas.”
And most of us wouldn’t be going there to kill people. Or stand in the line of gunfire, which I suspect Isaac will very much be doing out there.
“We’re alone tonight,” he says. “I want to enjoy the next seven hours before I have to leave. I promise, I’ll be back.”
I knew this would happen, I just didn’t realize how quickly the day would come that I would have to say goodbye to Isaac and face the darker realities of his life with this biker club. He promises that he wants an end to this, but can there really ever be an end to the problems in his world.
He doesn’t let me stand there with my emotions alone. Oh no. Isaac doesn’t want to make it easy on me that he’s leaving. He wraps his arms around me, giving me the perfect comforting hug that’s exactly what I need.
“We’re going to have our happy ending,” he whispers right before kissing the top of my head. “I promise.”
I wish it were easy for me to believe that all of our problems would be done here and that there could be an easy happy ending for us.
The magnetic pull between us draws us both together.
I don’t want to let go of the warmth I feel from him.
His warm, muscular arms draw me closer to him. Isaac’s hands touch my hair.
“I don’t want to let you go.”
I believe him. His lips touch mine, stirring my deep desire for him again. I kiss him back and before I know it, my hands touch Isaac’s chest. I told myself that I would take things slow with him and not allow myself to fall head over heels for a single father of three.
Isaac makes a low grunting sound in his throat when I touch his chest. As our bodies press together, I feel his hardness growing against my leg.
My hands instinctively reach for it. Isaac’s body jerks forward and the emotional closeness between us turns into a cascade of wanton desire that neither of us can control.
I reach my hands under his shirt and touch his firm, hairy chest before he reaches for the sides of his shirt and together, we peel the layers away while I kiss him deeply.
His big, hairy chest swells with each breath as our kisses get more intense and my fingers linger in his thick masculine pelt.
We walk together in a slow strip tease towards the bed, mutually peeling each other’s layers away until we’re both in our underwear and standing inches from the mattress.
His cock strains through his boxers. I can’t let him go without making tonight memorable.
I’m not used to giving myself up to men like this, but it feels right with Isaac.
I want to do this for him. Slowly, I find myself sliding to my knees in a submissive position that would feel taboo and uncomfortable for me if it weren’t for the man I’m kneeling for.
Isaac has a pair of thick, muscular tree trunk legs with particularly well-defined quads and hamstrings that taper into strong, utilitarian calf muscles.
Kneeling in front of him triggers the primally submissive part of my brain that I would otherwise deny.
My hands reach eagerly for Isaac’s cock, which I pry from his boxer briefs, seizing the entire length with my hands and appreciating the length of his fully erect cock.
The head of Isaac’s dick oozes with his juices and spit pools in my mouth as desire mounts between the two of us.
My lips spread slightly to engulf the head of his cock, but as wide as I open my mouth, I doubt that I can fit even just the head past them.
Isaac groans as my lips and tongue make first contact with the oozing head of his dick.
My lips spread to accept more of the head and I slide him slowly down my throat.
There’s only so much of him I can take before I have to slow down and breathe even slower through my nose.
Isaac’s hands move to the top of my head, but he doesn’t push me down forcefully as I take in more of his dick.
He cradles my head slowly and I feel the tenderness in his touch as he slides most of his cock down my throat.
I gasp as I feel the tip tickling the back of my throat before I withdraw slowly.
Isaac groans again and I work up a nice slow rhythm sucking his dick, getting his shaft wetter with my tongue and applying deeper suction as I slurp up more of him.
There’s never been a moment in my life before now that I found this pleasurable.
It’s something about the man in front of me with his powerful muscular legs and how it feels to kneel in front of him and pleasure his drooling, pale pink member with my full lips.
As I work up my slow rhythm, I feel Isaac’s cock stiffen and his patience getting remarkably thin…
He groans and grips the sides of my head more forcefully, driving his cock between my lips with his own steady rhythm.
The deep wet squelching sound from his cock burying itself down my throat all the way to the hilt provokes him to drive his dick into my face even faster with greater desperation to cum.
“You are so fucking hot,” he growls. “Fuck… I can’t stop myself…”
I don’t want him to stop… I want to feel him swelling in my mouth, and to taste every part of him – including his seed, as taboo as that might be.
Bracing myself against Isaac’s big, well-defined quad muscles, I tighten my suction on his cock and suck him faster while he guides me as much as he can with his hands.
He’s losing control already – and I love it.
The squelching noises between my mouth and his cock get louder as a thin dribbling line of spit turns into a thick rope of drool while he only draws closer to cumming from this sloppy wet blowjob.
Isaac groans and his cock stiffens as I draw him even closer to the edge.
I want more of him, desperately need it.
I take him deeper than I imagined possible and then it happens.
He loses control and I feel his cock spurting thick ropes into my mouth.
Oh fuck. The orgasm surprised him. I don’t think he could have warned me even if he wanted to.
The first spurt of hot cum coats the back of my throat and then more pumps of his seed follow in quick succession.
I have to swallow his cum. I’ve never felt the need to do such a thing before, but with Isaac it’s natural for me to crave every last ounce of his seed.
He groans and pumps his hips forward to completely emptying himself in my mouth.
I swallow every last drop. Is there something wrong with me for wanting him so badly? Isaac slowly holds my cheeks as he withdraws his cock from my lips. He wipes his cock off on my lips and instinctively, my tongue juts out and I lick Isaac’s cum off my lips.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Holding me by my cheeks, Isaac holds me and drags me to my feet. He kisses me – with tongue. My heart starts beating uncontrollably as Isaac kisses me more deeply. He grabs me by the hips, lifts my body against his and then tosses me on the bed with cocksure possessiveness.
“Spread your legs,” he commands in a low, deep voice. “I want to feel your pussy before I leave…”