CHAPTER NINETEEN
“I said I’m not fucking interested anymore, Lee,” Chloe growled.
Gabe was rapidly approaching the two of them. Chloe was standing, muscles tensed, face flushed, jaw locked in rage and probably fear.
Which just pissed him off more.
The guy had a kind of goth punk look. He was about as tall as Gabe was, but kind of lanky. He had shaggy black hair and baggy clothes.
“Come on, Chloe. Why do you always have to be so fucking difficult? You said you’d fucking wait for me. The least you could fucking do is-”
“I said no such thing. And you aren’t fucking gaslighting me into shit, Lee,” she snarled.
He sighed, his frustration plain, and began to step closer to her.
That was when Gabe arrived and planted himself firmly between the two of them. “I strongly suggest you take a step back before I help you take a step back.”
This guy, Lee, did take a step back, but it seemed more in surprise that anything else. Certainly not deference, not with that look on his face.
“Who the fuck are you?” he asked, everything about him immediately turning hostile.
“I’m her husband,” Gabe replied flatly.
“Don’t do anything stupid, please,” Chloe said, putting a hand on his shoulder.
“Her fucking husband!? You got fucking married!?” Lee demanded.
“If you ever fucking paid attention, dipshit,” Chloe snapped, raising her left hand and showing him the ring. “Yes. We are together. So leave. Our relationship ended the instant I realized you were fucking using me to hide your fucking drugs. Do you have any idea how much that could’ve fucked me!?”
“Oh whatever, I knew what I was doing.”
Gabe had to keep Chloe from stepping forward as a rage swept over her. It was amazing how much he could interpret from her even without looking at her.
“Clearly not! You went to fucking prison! You fucking moron!”
“You should leave,” Gabe said, trying to resolve the situation as quickly as possible.
He was genuinely surprised by how little panic he was feeling. This might actually turn into a fight.
“Chloe, are you fucking serious with this guy? This fucking loser? You married a fucking pussy?” he demanded.
Gabe sighed. “We really don’t have time for your bullshit,” he said, taking a half-step closer. The guy actually took a small step back. Holy shit, maybe confidence really could just manifest out of nowhere. “You should go before you get embarrassed.”
“I’m not going to be the one who’s embarrassed. I learned how to fight in prison, you fucking bitch.”
“Listen, Lee, if you escalate this, you’re going to get popped in the mouth, and there’s a lot of people around.
They aren’t paying attention right now, but they will if that happens.
And then what? You’ll either never let this go or do something really stupid and probably get arrested again.
I don’t want to fight you,” Gabe replied as calmly as he could manage.
He was trying to get a read on the guy. He seemed intimidated and anxious, and he could tell some of that was real. The question was: how intimidated was he? Gabe might just be reading into it because he wanted to.
“I wouldn’t want to fight me either, you fucking pussy.”
“Jesus Christ, you’re fucking pathetic,” Chloe growled, stepping up beside Gabe now. “Lee. Leave. Now.”
“Chloe’s the one that got away, leave it at that,” Gabe said.
Lee sneered back at him, and in that moment, Gabe felt a shockingly powerful urge to punch him as hard as he could in the face. And then keep punching him. He was gripped by a strong desire to escalate the situation, to call attention to it, to publicly humiliate this stupid asshole.
But that would be stupid, and needlessly escalate the situation and complicate their lives.
Lee seemed like he wasn’t having it, but then something finally seemed to click inside his head. Maybe he was on a delayed reaction. Probably Gabe’s words about getting arrested. He took a quick look around and seemed to realize how many people were here.
“This isn’t over,” he snapped, and began walking away.
“It’s fucking over,” Chloe snarled after him.
They both remained silent and still, staring at him, until he had left the building, shoving the front door open and disappearing into the parking lot.
“Jesus,” Chloe muttered.
“Are you okay?” Gabe asked, turning to face her.
She looked a little shaken up, but not that much. Chloe took a deep breath and let it out slowly, running her hands slowly along the top of her head.
“I’m okay,” she said. “I was kind of scared, but really, I was more pissed. God, am I pissed at that fuckhead. Goddamnit. Why here? Why now?” She shook her head, then suddenly gave him a reproachful look. “Um...he was less of a fucking moron when we were, you know, together.”
“I’m not going to give you shit for your ex. People are multifaceted, and anyone can turn into a major dickhead in the moment.”
She hugged him suddenly. “Thank you.” She groaned. “Ellen’s not the only one who dated morons in the past. I’m so fucking embarrassed.”
“We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, Chloe. I will if you want to, but also, if you decide you want to just ball this up and throw it away and pretend it didn’t happen, I’m fine with that,” Gabe murmured, rubbing her back.
She was silent for a few moments. Suddenly, she released him and stepped back. “You know what? Yes. That’s what I want to do. He’s a stupid fucking asshole. And I’m not going to let him ruin today. I’m not. It’s too fucking perfect so far.”
“So you want to stay?”
“Yes. I want in that fucking Ataxia competition. Although I’d kill for some fucking weed right now...fuck, even if I could, I guess I wouldn’t. I don’t want to be a stoned dipshit. I want to win. I guess I should relax.”
“Let’s sit down.”
She nodded and they sat in the large beanbag together. He put his arm around her and she laid against him, resting her head on his shoulder.
“What’s wrong?” she asked suddenly.
“I mean…” Gabe began, gesturing towards the front door.
“I know that’s why you’re tense, but something else is wrong. I can feel it. I don’t know how, but I can. Something else is bothering you.”
He paused for a long moment. He realized in an instant that he had changed his mind, decided to hide it from her. At least for the rest of their time here, probably the rest of the day. He thought he’d gotten a lot better at hiding when he was bothered about something, but apparently he wasn’t.
Or at least not to her.
“Shit,” he muttered, because she wasn’t going to let this go, and he felt too bad about lying to her that he wasn’t going to be able to make it happen. Not right now.
“...Gabe?” she asked, a warning tone in her voice as she sat up suddenly and looked directly at him. “Something’s wrong. Tell me. Now.”
He stared at her for a long moment, seeing if maybe there was some other way out of this he wasn’t seeing, then finally groaned. “My dad called me.”
Her eyes widened. “What? Just now?”
“When I went to the bathroom.”
“What...did he want?” she asked cautiously.
“To talk. I didn’t answer, didn’t recognize the number. He left a message. I was just on my way back to tell you when…”
“Fuck, babe. I’m so sorry. I know...things were bad, between you and your parents, so I’m sorry. Is there anything I can do to help?”
Gabe stared at her, feeling thunderstruck beneath the sheer weight of the emotion response what she had just said was generating. It wasn’t complex, but it was overwhelming. Staggering in its intensity. She clearly loved him, and he loved her so much it hurt.
“Gabe…? Are you all right?”
“Ah, yeah,” he replied, reaching up and wiping at his eyes. He sniffed. “Shit, almost cried.”
“Oh, fuck babe, if you need to cry-”
“No, I don’t need to. And I’m not hiding from it, I just-not right now, you know? Not the right place, not the right time.”
She looked around. “You’re right, but if you need to leave-and don’t interrupt me, Gabe, you listen to me!
If you want to leave, please tell me. I want to be here, but I will not do so at the cost of your mental and physical health.
You know I’ll be fucking pissed if you put yourself at risk for the sake of your fucking ‘manhood’.
” She opened her mouth, paused, sighed, groaned, began massaging the bridge of her nose.
“I’m so sorry, honey. That was so fucking rude and dismissive.
I’m just...I’m really stressed right now. ”
“I understand, and I forgive you,” he replied.
“Thank you,” she whispered, letting her hand drop. “But I mean what I said.”
“I know, and I understand. I agree. Much as I don’t want to, I agree. Because I know you’re right. So I’ll seriously let you know if I feel like calling it quits early.”
“Thank you,” she whispered again, hugging him tightly now.
“I really love you, and I love that about you. You’re willing to actually fucking work with me on shit.
Jesus, I had no idea how big of a deal that was before meeting you.
It blows my mind so fucking hard. It seems so...
so obvious right now, how the fuck was I so blind to it? ”
“I don’t know, babe. And I’m sorry. You have my sympathy. It has to be embarrassing.”
“Yeah,” she muttered, rolling her eyes and blushing.
“Sorry. Though you kinda like being embarrassed.”
“What!?” she snapped, turning back towards him. “You fucking...fucker!” she snarled.
“What?” he replied innocently.
“Now I’m fucking-I’m fucking...horny!”
He laughed. “Maybe we could find a way to take care of it.”
“No! Not here!” she hissed.
“You sure about that?” he murmured, pulling her ass into his lap and rubbing her against his crotch.
“Oh, that’s not fair. That’s not fucking fair, you prick! Oh, I hate you. I hate you so much, Gabe,” she seethed quietly, trembling against him.
“That’s not what you’re saying with your ass,” he murmured.
“Jesus fucking-fuck! I saw a supply closet in the other corner,” she growled furiously.
“Come on them, my little goth slut, we can burn off this energy and take a chill pill,” he replied as he got up and pulled her up with him.
She growled and muttered something furiously under her breath.
“What was that?” he asked and slapped her ass hard when she tried to respond. “Speak up, Chloe.”
“I will fucking literally execute you on national television,” she seethed furiously, her rage a tremendous and actually frightening thing.
Thank God she was so horny.
“I’m sure you will, sweetheart. Honey bunny. Cutie pie,” he replied, rubbing his hand over her big ass as he led her to the supply closet.
With one quick glance around, they slipped inside.
…
“Come on! Come on! You fucking pervert! You goddamned fuckboy!” Chloe whispered, her voice harsh.
“Shut up, bitch!” he growled, trying to be quiet.
This was getting riskier.
She moaned and her inner muscles trembled hard as she began to orgasm.
That was it. He couldn’t hold it any more.
Not with this, not with her huge tits out, not with one hand wrapped around her throat, not with her, laying there with her fucking tongue out, looking dazed from the bliss presently overwhelming her…
He started coming inside of her, pumping her pussy full of his seed. She jerked at the first spasm, her eyes clearing and then filling with rage.
“Are you fucking nutting in me, Gabe!?” she demanded furiously. “Oh, you fuck-you fucking bastard!” she hissed, gripping his biceps. “You fucking-I forbade you from doing that! Now I have to fucking clean it up! I don’t have any-oh! Gabe!”
Then she moaned, enraged, into the kiss he gave her, her muffled words broken by shrieks of bliss each time he thrust deeper into her and pumped her just a little bit more full.
When it was over, he rested his forehead against her own, both of them panting furiously, sweaty now. She glared directly into his eyes.
“Oops,” he muttered, and kissed her, then pulled out.
“You prick!” she roared.
“Shh, now,” he replied, tapping a fingertip against her lips.
She glared at him for several seconds, then looked around. “Fucking help me find something to clean up with!”
He helped her look, but there was nothing. When she realized that, he stood there with his back leaned against the door, smirking at her, arms crossed.
“You know what you have to do now, Chloe,” he said calmly.
“No,” she replied immediately. “I’m not fucking let this shit sit in my fucking vagina and down my legs, Gabe!”
“Don’t pretend like this isn’t something you haven’t wanted to do for a long time now, Chloe.”
“Fuck you! I’m not...not pretending.”
“...right. Get your panties on.”
She stood there glaring at him with a look of utter enraged, infuriated death for several seconds.
He almost thought she was going to do a literal princess stomp.
Just short of actually doing it, she pulled her panties on, then her leggings.
She paused, shuddered once, then pulled her shoes back on.
“You owe me big for this, fuckboy,” she whispered with a dangerous calm.
“Whatever you say, sweetpea,” he replied, patting her ass.
Chloe lost her composure for a second, and he saw it slip through: sheer lust. It made her look nearly feral.
He hadn’t doubted that she would enjoy this, but he had no idea it would mean that much to her.
She looked about as horny as he’d ever seen her.
He wondered if this was skirting the edge, or if she was completely over the edge.
Only one way to find out he supposed.
“Come on, toots,” he said, giving her ass a hard slap, “win me that tournament.”
“I’m going to rip your throat out with my teeth,” Chloe replied merrily through her gritted teeth, like her jaw was wired shut.
“I’d love to see you try,” he replied, leading her towards the Ataxia tournament.
Oh fuck, this was going to be so fun.