CHAPTER TWO
As Gabe made it off the highway and rolled into some back roads in a dead forest, his mind began to meander.
Though it had been ten days since Kim had formally (or rather informally) been reintroduced into his life, it felt like it had been longer.
It had been a quietly busy week and a half.
Besides ensuring that he had this nine-day plan laid out as exactly as he could, he’d been writing. And experimenting.
He wasn’t sure what exactly it was, probably just a natural consequence of settling in to living altogether, but they had been downright wild in a lot of their desires.
He suspected it was likely his and Liz’s fun little roleplay that had truly served as the catalyst that lit this fuse.
It had been...rather fun. And he was looking forward to more.
His mind drifted to Kim again.
She had told him she’d reach out to him when she was ready, and he’d felt a little awkward about reaching out to her first. But ultimately he’d decided that it was at least worth sending out a simple text explaining the situation.
And it had only been three days. And he still had several more days to go. God, did he want to see her again.
She possessed such a rare, exotic beauty.
He then found his mind slipping away from Kim and her natural allure into more unhappy territory. There was so much to do even after this Valentine’s Week. So many places to visit, things to get done, stuff to-
No. He was keeping his focus narrow in scope.
Right now, today was about Holly. Just Holly. Nothing else.
“Have you heard back from Kim yet?” Holly asked suddenly.
“You really wanna talk about another girl on your Valentine’s Day?” he replied.
“Yes, I do.”
“Well, all right then. No, not yet.”
“You worried?”
“I mean, a little. Though not that much.”
“Because you’ve got us?”
“Basically, yeah. Feel kinda bad about that.”
Holly considered it, then shrugged. “It sorta seems like an obvious benefit of having multiple relationships. Might as well enjoy it, just don’t be a dick about it.”
He chuckled. “What would ‘being a dick about it’ look like?”
“If she decide to bail and you were like ‘whatever, bitch! I’ve got five other, hotter women to fuck!’. Something like that.”
Gabe laughed. “Well, at least I know I can avoid that pretty easily.”
“It is hard to imagine you saying that...where the fuck are we?”
“Somewhere you’ll think is really cool.”
“It already looks pretty cool. I love this forest.”
“It’s pretty neat,” Gabe agreed.
He was mildly surprised by how well he kept his anxiety off his face. Several things could go wrong with this place. But this was what she liked, and this was the experience that he’d chosen to craft for her.
What if she didn’t like it? What if one or both of them got hurt? What if they got caught?
But it would probably be fine. Maybe that’s what was letting him maintain such a good poker face.
He thought that Holly truly believed he was stone cold confident right now.
Although, and he felt a little bad thinking it...
Holly wasn’t exactly hard to trick. He definitely felt like a dick for thinking it, but then at the same time, she fucking encouraged it.
He’d swear on a Bible that her ‘ditz’ moments had increased since they’d gotten together.
At first he had just felt like a jerk because he was mildly annoyed at her, but he knew it had to be her depression, or her ADHD, if that’s what she had.
But then he’d come to see that she was doing it on purpose, playing it up.
It had become obvious once he (temporarily) removed his guilt from the situation and reexamined her behavior with a more detached, clinical eye. She was acting, and sometimes badly. And, in fucking fact, during their most recent interaction, she’d been struggling not to laugh!
That fucking bitch!
It had been a wake up call to the fact that, yes, in fact, he had quite goddamned motherfucking literally surrounded himself with brats. He actually shared a house with five brats. Five. That was just insane.
How was he going to survive this?
But really, he was impressed. Because when they’d first met and started dating, Gabe genuinely wouldn’t have guessed that Holly had a brat deep down inside of her.
Maybe she could be a little petulant sometimes, but not a brat.
She was just too sweet, too submissive. And yet, he was wrong. Here he was with yet another brat.
To...discipline.
“So, where are we going?” she asked in the voice she knew irritated him.
“You’ll see,” was all he said.
“Come on, babe…” she complained, stretching and pushing one hand against his head.
Holy fucking shit, this girl was asking for it.
“You. Will. See,” he growled.
“Ooh, I’m making you kinda mad, huh?”
He sighed and said nothing. She made a sound.
He persisted in staring forward. She made another sound, a kind of whining sound.
He sighed and looked over, then had to slow the car, because he was staring.
She was leaning forward, and her massive pale tits were in danger of falling out of her tanktop.
“I’m sorry, Gabe…” she murmured, swinging them slowly back and forth.
“Fuck,” Gabe replied, and forced himself to look forward.
Just in goddamned time, too. There was a turn coming up. They were almost there.
“Please,” he said, gripping the steering wheel tightly.
She laughed. “I’m still kinda surprised you react so intensely to tits. You’ve seen tits like a million times now. You’ve sucked on how many perfect tits at this point?”
“It doesn’t work like that,” he replied.
“Same with our butts?”
“Yes. And your vaginas.” She snorted. “What?”
“Just...you calling it a vagina is funny. I don’t really know why. I guess because it’s so...clinical? And you’re just talking about it in slang term anyway, so what’s the point of being clinical? I mean, it’s not even funny.”
“Yes, it is,” he replied.
“But it’s not, though,” she complained.
“You laughed, though.”
She opened her mouth, stuck for a long moment that stretched out. He found it hard not to poke at least a little fun at her.
“Yeah…?” he murmured.
“Shut up!” she snapped. “Fine, it was funny! It’s still dumb, though. Like, it doesn’t count, because that’s just one of those things you laugh at regardless of how funny it is, because it’s stupid. It’s like...tickling, you know? Anyone can do that.”
“Yeah, okay, I see what you’re saying,” he admitted, and she relaxed slightly. “However, do you not think it’s worth it simply to make you laugh? Laughter’s a good thing. Even if it’s ‘dumb’, does it actually matter? Can’t it just be a thing you enjoy?”
She was silent for a long moment. Long enough that he found the place they were looking for and parked. She seemed not to have noticed. And then she came out of it, blinking a few times and looking over at him.
“Yes, we can,” she said. “Sorry, I just...got lost in a thought.”
“I could tell, babe,” he replied, reaching over and patting her thigh.
“What’s that supposed to mean!?” she demanded.
“What? Nothing. You’re being paranoid.”
Crap, that was actually supposed to have come out authentically, but he was so damned keyed to her inner fucking brat that it had come out just slightly sarcastically. Enough for her to pick up on it. Shit, he was going to have to navigate this carefully.
“I am not,” she said petulantly, and she had reached that dangerous point where he genuinely struggled to tell if he was pissing her off or not. Because he didn’t want to piss Holly off. Christ, she was the sweetest person he’d ever met.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it. And look, we’re here. Your first present.”
She began to respond, but the words died in her throat as she actually looked out the windshield at the dilapidated, abandoned structure he had parked them in front of.
Her jaw actually fell open and he saw her hands working to find her camera.
Jesus, it really was like an obsession for her. She looked like an anime character.
“What...is it, Gabe?” she asked softly.
“Do you really want to know? All I know are rumors,” he replied.
She was silent for a long moment, then finally tore her eyes from it. She stared at him, her eyes huge. What worried him was that he wasn’t sure if she was genuinely doing this or was just playing it up.
“No, I don’t want to know.” She blinked a few times, rubbed her eyes. “I want to find out on my own.”
“That’s what I figured. You ready?”
“Yes. Lemme just…” She grunted and zipped her hoodie up, then pulled the hood up. Then frowned, then sighed, then threw it off and pulled a beanie into place after digging around in her pouch for a moment. “There.”
“Sweet. Let’s do it.”
She giggled. “You wanna do it in there?”
“Probably.”
“You’re such a fucking horndog,” she muttered.
“As if you aren’t, you fucking slut.”
She gasped. “Gabe. I am a fucking lady.”
“Oh, clearly,” he replied, reaching over and squeezing her thick thigh. She shrieked and jumped.
“Gabe!”
“You wanna get going, dear? We do have a schedule to keep.”
“Oh, you fucker!” she snapped, and pulled off her seatbelt and threw open the door and got out.
Gabe reached for her ass, wanting to give it a hard smack, or at least a little grope, something.
She tried to slam the door shut and he cried out as it bounced off his head.
She shrieked and whipped around, staring down at him.
He stared up at her, groaning. She stared at him in utter shock, and then she burst out laughing.
Gabe laughed and then groaned. Even he could admit, that was pretty funny. But fuck it hurt like shit. She laughed her ass off for about a solid minute, leaning over the door, gasping for breath, her eyes squeezed shut. Finally, she straightened up, wiping her eyes.
“Oh, babe, I’m sorry!” she cried. “I don’t know why that was so funny, I really don’t. But fuck was that funny! Oh, are you okay?”
“I might need a kiss to feel better,” he muttered.
“Oh, dear,” she whispered, then leaned down and kissed him on the mouth very firmly and wetly. “There.”
“Think a lot lower, and a bit longer,” he replied.
She scoffed and smacked his chest, then got out.
“So is that a no or…?”
She scoffed even harder and slammed the door shut, (though at least this time she looked back to ensure he was out of the way).
“I’m still not hearing a no…” he called.
“Oh my fucking-get out here! This is my fucking Valentine’s Day, dick!”
“Coming, dearest!”
Gabe had to admit, he sometimes felt a little bad about being able to, as Ellen would say, play them like an instrument, but…
It was pretty fun.
Especially because he knew that they wanted him to do exactly that.
Gabe got out of the car and moved to join Holly.