Chapter 25
Gabriella
When the breath flows out of me, it takes a little bit of doubt, anger, frustration, and resentment along with it.
I’m not sure what to say. I hate that my mind works like that, where I can be so positive and strong at times, especially for other people, but most of the time, when it comes to myself, it’s all I’m not good enough, I am not successful enough, Vic doesn’t really love me.
It does make me feel better that Emma said what she did, though; it makes me think other successful and strong women have the same problem. I guess maybe most of us are just too self-conscious to talk about it out loud.
“Vic, when I saw that woman follow you out of the room, my chest felt so tight and the blood was rushing so fast, I could barely hear you speak. Then when that bitch smirked and winked at me…” I growl and shake my head.
“What?” Emma, Ty, and Vic all say in unison.
“G, you never said anything about Jessi winking at you,” Vic states, shocked.
“I didn’t want to make a big deal out of nothing.” I shrug, feeling a little uneasy sharing my anger at such a stupid thing.
“Are you fucking serious, Gabbi? I would have mauled the stupid cunt’s face if it had been me and Ty.
Don’t minimize that. If something makes you feel visceral like that, own that shit, G.
Vic isn’t going to think you’re crazy. Besides, I heard he likes his women a little unhinged.
” Emma waggles her eyebrows at me, prompting me to look at Vic, whose eyes are bright and crinkled at the edges because of his huge grin.
“Really?” I watch Vic in his response. But before he can say anything, Ty jumps in.
“Gabbs, put it this way: when I first told Vic to look out for Jessi, he said you wouldn’t be bothered, then I reminded him of the girl you put in the hospital back when you all first got back together, and the fucker couldn’t wipe the grin off his face.
As a matter of fact, I’m pretty sure that trip down memory lane is what prompted the new do.
” Ty motions like a model around his own head to signify Vic’s haircut. Which results in all of us laughing.
Once the laughter dies down, I realize Vic has scooted closer to me on the bench and has his hand on my bare thigh. Emma excuses herself to go grab something for me while Ty gets up and grabs our dishes, walking them into the house, leaving Vic and me outside by ourselves.
“You really like it when I get all possessive and stuff over you? I thought guys didn’t like clingy.
Well, at least my mom used to tell me that I was clingy; she said it all the way through our marriage, too.
Gabriella, you are too codependent. Stop being so emotional.
Vic isn’t going to want to keep someone like that around. ” I mimic my mother’s voice.
“Well, your mother’s a bitch and has lived by herself for the last 10 years.
There’s a reason for that, so I’m not sure her advice should be living rent-free in your head.
And fuck yes, I love it when you get like that.
I want messy, G. I feel like the last three years we’ve been so clean and indifferent.
If we’re fighting, then that means there is still something to fight for.
If you’re jealous or possessive, that means there’s still something in me you want.
As for you, I wasn’t going to tell you this, but since we’re supposed to be over-communicating, when you left today, one of the guys, Derrek, who’s been there for a couple of months, whistled at you when you were walking back over to your driver’s side.
When I made it back to the shop, he asked if I was down with sharing.
” Oh my god. My face freezes, eyes wide at Vic’s words.
“What did you say?” I ask nervously.
Vic smiles a mischievous grin, “I didn’t say anything.
” Disappointment starts to seep into my body.
“I didn’t have to after I choke-slammed him onto the hood of the Merc I was working on.
He said he got the point, so no words were necessary.
” Vic winks at me, and my whole body floods with giddiness.
Something is seriously wrong with me. I smile at Vic’s story, and he leans in, staring at me, waiting for me to come the rest of the way, and I do.
His hands go to my face, one slipping around the back of my neck into my hair and cautiously tugging, giving him easier access to my mouth.
My hands fly up to grab his bare forearms. God, why is that so sexy when he rolls his sleeves up like that?
Something about tattoos and muscular forearms sends chills down my whole body.
Before our lips meet, Vic asks me for my color. When I tell him green, his plush lips meet mine in a burning, passionate kiss. Nothing like the one earlier today, this one is saturated in a cling-for-life desperation. It’s like he’s breathing life back into me and I into him.
His hand slides from my face, down my side, cupping my breast, caressing my stomach, and gliding to my bare thigh.
Vic breaks the kiss, giving us a moment to catch our breath.
His eyes are almost black from the eclipse of his pupils.
He flexes the hand on my thigh to remind me it’s there and awaits a sign from me to continue.
My body is so hot I feel like I might explode.
I take a second to look around. We’re still in Ty and Emma’s backyard; they could be back at any second. Vic flexes his hand again, silently asking for permission. I’m so wet and on edge, my body is starting to shake.
Moving my hand to his chest and running one finger from his sternum to his belt buckle, I mimic the move he said Jessi did to him earlier today. Vic’s eyes catch fire. “Words, baby.” Vic huffs, his chest rising and falling with his heavy breaths.
I slide my palm back up his chest and whisper, “Please touch me, Vic.”
It feels like a rubber band snaps. Vic grabs my waist and pulls me onto his lap, his chest to my back, my legs on the outside of his, spread, both of us facing the sliding glass door to watch for Ty and Emma’s return.
Vic’s left hand slides around to squeeze my breast, while his right moves up the inside of my legs. Jesus. I can’t breathe. My hands are in his hair, scratching at his neck as he licks, kisses, bites, and sucks my neck. Holy fuck, I’m going to burst, and he hasn’t even touched my pussy yet.
Just as that thought flashes in my mind, I feel Vic’s fingers steal my panties to the side and start to run up and down my slit, gathering the wetness with his name on it.
I moan at the touch and the thought of having his fingers inside me after so long. “That’s it, baby. I want to hear you moan for me. You’re so fucking wet.” He presses his lips against my ear, “I missed this tight little pussy.”
Oh fuck, I lose my mind when he talks like that, and he knows it.
I start grinding my ass against his hardness beneath me, and he lets out his own rumble that I feel reverberate through his chest. “Tell me how you want it, G. You want it hard and fast, or soft and slow?” Oh, holy shit, if he doesn’t put his fingers in me now, I’m going to have a meltdown.
“Hard and fast, Vic. Hard and fast.” I pant. The words haven’t even fully left my lips before Vic plunges two of his fingers in me, grinding his palm against my clit and his hard cock against my ass. I wanted it hard and fast, and Vic is delivering with one hundred percent accuracy.
He drags his fingers almost all the way out before he slams them back into me.
Over and over. “I can feel you tightening around me, baby. Give it to me, drench my fingers. I want to see you come undone for me.” Vic’s breath and my breath match paces, his fingers pumping me, his free hand pinching and rolling my nipple through the fabric of my dress. Oh shit, I’m gonna come.
Just as I’m about to reach the pinnacle, I see the sliding glass door open and Ty and Emma step out together, watching me and Vic. My breath hitches, but Vic doesn’t stop.
I grab his hand, but don’t stop him. Why am I not stopping him? I’m right there. What the fuck do I do? I look at Emma, and she smiles and nods her head. Ty comes up behind her and slides his hands around her waist to pull her into him, whispering in her ear.
There’s a table in front of the bench Vic and I are sitting on, but it is obvious that Emma and Ty can see everything that is going on.
As I watch Ty’s hand dip into Emma’s leggings, her face reveals the moment he hits her sweet spot. Vic pumps harder and grinds his palm faster. “Let them watch, baby. Don’t stop. Let them see how you soak me. Show them how I can make you come. Show them you’re mine, Gabriella.”
Seconds later, I detonate around Vic’s fingers, and I hope to god that no one else is outside because there was no stifling the euphoric sob released from my mouth.
Vic keeps moving his fingers slowly to let me ride out my orgasm, kissing me softly as I come down.
As he slowly pulls his fingers from me, he runs his hand up to my neck, softly wrapping his fingers around my throat and applying enough pressure to communicate possession.
He forcibly leans my head back against his shoulder.
My eyes are still trained on Ty and Emma when Vic presses his mouth against my ear and purrs, “That’s my good girl. ”