Javier
Gabriella is in my arms, and her wavy blonde hair is on my chest. I kiss her cheek, and her blue eyes flutter.
“Hey, gorgeous. The rain stopped.”
She smiles, and my insides go giddy. “What time is it?”
“Around four. I think I wore you out,” I tease.
She rolls into me. “Did you sleep, too?”
“A little.” I peck her on the lips. “I think we should go out for dinner.”
“I don’t have clothes.”
“I’ll take you home to change. You can pack a bag, too.”
“A bag?”
I kiss her some more. “Yeah. Stay with me. I don’t have to work till Monday.”
“I have to work Sunday.”
“What time?”
“Noon to five.”
I press my lips to her neck. “Okay, well, I’ll take you to work and pick you up.”
“You aren’t going to get sick of me?”
I lick around her areola, playing with it until her nipple puckers and hardens. “Nope.”
She puts her fingers through my hair. “What if I get tired of you?”
I lift my head off her breasts. “Then I’ll have to try harder.”
She bites down on her lip. “Try harder?”
“Mm-hmm.” I shimmy down her body, licking and kissing her on the way before throwing her legs over my shoulders. “I’ll have to try this,” I tell her, swiping my tongue through her sex.
She inhales sharply.
I grip her hips and pull her into my face.
“Oh God!” she cries out.
I’ve totally crossed the line with Gabriella, and there is no going back. All week I was going nuts obsessing over her, and now that I have her, there’s no way I’m letting her go. She’s sexy, sweet, and so out of my league, it isn’t even funny.
She made it clear what she needed from me, and I’m not going to let her down. I’ll be the man she wants and needs. And I’m going to please her better than anyone else ever has.
I flick my tongue against her nub, becoming engrossed in how she tastes, cries out, and quivers. I study all of it, making mental notes for the future.
She grips my hair, and her breath labors, her perfectly pink tits rising and falling as she gasps for air.
She’s so damn sexy, and she’s mine.
I rotate between licking and sucking her, my cock growing harder with every stroke, every whimper, every vibration of her flesh.
She’s on edge, ready to fly, but I keep her there, feeling the pre-cum drip out of my dick.
Her skin glistens, and her face flushes. “Don’t stop,” she begs me and pushes my head into her body.
There’s something about making her beg that sends my ego to the sky. It’s like knowing she wants...no needs...what I can give her creates this desire within me to edge her all night.
And then she calls out my name. “Javier...oh...yes...please, Javier.” My balls ache. I’m dying to be inside her and feel her shatter against my flesh.
My cock wins, and I latch onto her, sending her soaring, shaking, and crying out in climax.
I’ve already had her several times today, but I can’t get enough of her. She’s like a piece of decadent chocolate cake, so rich you know you shouldn’t have more, but you can’t help yourself. And I’m not wearing a condom, which I’ve hardly ever done before.
She’s still quivering from her orgasm, and I sink into her, throbbing against her pulsing walls.
Her wet heat creates a sleeve around my shaft, and it’s the most fantastic thing I’ve ever felt.
She circles her arms and legs around me. Her hands caress my skin before she digs her nails into my back.
I greedily slide my tongue into her mouth, urgently tasting all of her.
“Hold me tighter,” I mumble, and she tightens her hold on me.
“Faster,” she breathes, and I thrust quicker.
God damn, she feels perfect.
“Keep doing that,” I growl as she swiftly meets my movements.
Her lip trembles, and her eyelids flutter. “Oh God,” she pants as new heat fills her face.
“Beautiful and sexy,” I tell her, kissing her cheeks.
Her fingers push into my back muscles. “Javier...oh...I’m gonna...oh...oh...”
“Yeah, baby,” I breathe and thrust into her so hard, my balls are slapping her ass and tightening up.
She starts to scream. “Oh God...” Then her mouth becomes an O as her eyes roll.
I pump hard, releasing my seed deep into her and crying out obscenities as my adrenaline surges through my veins.
Breathing hard, I roll off her, pulling her into my arms.
She leans over and smirks. “You can keep trying harder.”
We pull into Gabriella’s driveway. I lace my hand in hers, and we go inside.
“Connor?” she yells.
“Kitchen,” he shouts back.
This ought to be fun.
She turns to me. “I’m going to go pack and change. Make yourself at home.”
“Take your time,” I tell her and give her a peck before she runs up the stairs.
Time to set Connor straight.
Connor is sitting at the table drinking a beer. His back is to me, and I walk up to him and put him in a headlock.
“What the—”
“Paybacks are a bitch, aren’t they?” I squeeze a bit tighter just to show him who’s boss.
He slams his fist into my leg.
I release him and sit across from him.
He glares at me. “What are you doing here?”
“Waiting for Gabriella to change and pack a bag.”
“Pack a bag?”
“Yeah. From now on, if I call and ask you how your sister is doing, you better tell me. That was a dickhead thing to do.”
He scowls at me. “Are you messing around with my sister?”
“No,” I sternly tell him.
“No?”
“No. I’m serious about her, so settle down.”
“What about your case?”
“Your brothers will just have to get over it.”
He scowls at me for a few minutes.
“Have something you want to say?”
“Don’t fuck with Gabriella.”
“I’m not, and I won’t.”
He holds my gaze a few moments longer. “You want a beer?”
“No, thanks. I’m good.”
Connor smirks at me. “My brothers aren’t going to be happy.”
I shrug. “Not worried about it. They don’t scare me.”
Connor snorts. “I hope, for Gabriella’s sake, you’re not all talk.”
“Next topic. What are you doing tonight?”
He sips his beer. “Not sure. Might go up to Ybor City.”
“You go there a lot?”
“Depends on if we have a driver.”
“A sober one?”
He rolls his eyes. “Yes, Dad.”
I hold my hands in the air. “I’m just asking.”
He takes another drink. “Where are you taking Gabriella?”
“Not sure. We haven’t gotten that far.”
Gabriella walks into the kitchen in a blue sundress.
I stand and kiss her. “You look beautiful.”
“Thanks.”
“You ready?”
“Sure.”
“Where’s your bag?”
“By the front door.”
I peck her again and turn to Connor. “Stay out of trouble. See you around.”
“When will you be back?” he asks her.
“Ummm…tomorrow?” she asks me.
“Don’t expect to see her before Sunday night,” I tell him.
He grunts. “Little extreme, isn’t it?”
“Nope. See you later.” I put my hand on Gabriella’s back and steer her to the front door then sling her bag over my shoulder. When we get to the car, I open her door for her, and once she’s in, I throw her bag in the back seat.
I get in the car and turn toward her. “What kind of food do you like?”
“I’m not picky.”
“Seafood?”
“Love it.”
I pull out of the driveway, drive a few miles down the road, and park across from the restaurant.
There’s a covered porch as well as an inside area. The hostess leads us to an outside table and puts the menus across from each other, but after I pull out Gabriella’s chair, I sit in the one next to her.
The waiter approaches the table. “Can I get you something to drink?”
“Gabriella?”
“I’ll just stick with water, thank you.”
The waiter turns to me. “I’ll take a beer. Whatever you have on tap is fine.”
“Okay. The fresh catch is grouper and pompano tonight.”
“Thank you.” After he leaves. I read the menu and then put it down. Gabriella has hers down, too. “What are you ordering?”
“The pompano.”
“Sounds good. Want the Brie to start?”
“Sure.”
The waiter comes back, and we order.
I clasp Gabriella’s hand and peck her lips. “You really are gorgeous.”
Her lips turn up. “You already told me that.”
“Worth mentioning twice.”
“What did you do all week?” she asks.
“Besides obsess over you?”
“Ha! Funny!”
“I did. I was going crazy thinking about you.”
She blushes. “Besides that.”
“I was in Miami.”
“All week?”
“Yes. I had advanced training in some new equipment.”
She tilts her head. “Does that mean guns?”
I take a sip of beer. “Yes.”
She bites her lip. “Do you have your gun on you right now?”
“No. I don’t take it with me when I’m off duty and especially not drinking.”
She takes a deep breath and looks at the road.
“Gabriella.”
She turns back to me.
“Do guns make you uncomfortable?”
She shifts in her seat.
“It’s okay. Say what you want.”
“A gun ruined Beckett’s life. It ended Clay’s, and I thought Mia’s. I know you need it for your job, but I don’t like them.”
I brush her hair behind her ear. “You’ve never shot one?”
“No. I don’t want to, either.”
“That’s your decision.”
She squints at me. “That sounded like you don’t like that I don’t know how to shoot.”
“I don’t like it,” I sternly tell her. “Knowing how to safely handle and shoot a gun in case a situation ever arose isn’t a bad thing.”
“I shouldn’t be in a situation. I’m a good girl.” She bats her eyes at me.
I lean into her. “I bet there are times you’re pretty naughty.”
She trails her fingers down my arm. “Is that what you want? Me to be naughty?”
My dick pushes against my zipper. “I wouldn’t be opposed if Naughty Gabriella showed up every now and again.”
She licks her lips and traces my chin with her finger. “And what do you think Naughty Gabriella would do?”
Jesus, this girl is the real deal.
The waiter shows up and puts our Brie down, and she takes a long sip of water.
“Do you need anything else right now?” the waiter asks.
Gabriella shakes her head.
“We’re all set,” I tell him then ask Gabriella, “Are you hungry?”
“Starving.”
I cut into the Brie, put a bit on a cracker, and hold it to her mouth.
She takes a bite. “Mmm.”
“Good?”
“Mm-hmm.”
I pop the remainder of the cracker in my mouth and chew it well then take a sip of beer.
“So, you never really drink?”
She scrunches her face. “Did you forget what happened last time?”
“Well, Connor’s fishbowls were lethal, and I’m sure shots aren’t a good combination with it.”
She cuts another piece of Brie and spreads it on the cracker, takes a bite, and chews it slowly.
“Do you not like the taste of alcohol? I’m fine that you don’t drink, but I’m just curious.”
“I didn’t ever get into it.”
“How come?”
She shifts in her seat. “I used to be on a lot of medication, and I wasn’t supposed to drink with it.”
I put my hand on her back and rub my thumb over her spine. “You’re not on anything anymore?”
“No. I haven’t been in three years. I do other things to help me stay healthy. I never felt right on all those drugs.”
“What kind of things do you do?”
“I meditate several times a day, try to make sure I eat and that it’s healthy, and also exercise. But sometimes I overdo it. This week I wasn’t very balanced.”
“What do you mean?”
“I worked out too much.”
Please tell me she doesn’t think she’s fat.
“Why?”
She swallows hard. “I was trying to stop myself from going to your condo.”
So she was struggling this week from your actions. Way to go, dickhead.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize.”
“But—”
She puts her finger over my lips. “Don’t. I can’t stay in a state of moving backward. I need to move forward. It’s the healthiest thing for me.”
I clasp her hand in mine and kiss it. “All right. You seem to have things under control really well.”
“I have to. I don’t ever want to go back.”
“To the hospital?”
“Yes.”
“Was it horrible?”
“Not the first time, but I was only in there two weeks. The second time, they wouldn’t let me out. I thought I would never be released, and it scared me.”
I pull her into me. “That would be a frightening situation.”
“When I finally came back home, my parents drove me nuts asking me all day long if I was doing what I was supposed to do.”
“They were probably worried and trying to help.”
She takes a deep breath. “I want to move out. They made me promise I would stay one more year, and I told them I only would if they stopped asking me if I meditated or what I ate or how much I exercised.”
“So, I should never ask you that?”
“God no. If I volunteer it, then fine, but otherwise, please don’t.”
“Do you still get depressed?”
“Sad sometimes but not depressed. I haven’t in a few years, but I still have nightmares of the night Clay and Mia were shot. Connor is the only one who knows I still have them, and I made him promise not to tell anyone.”
“I went through some dark times and still have nightmares sometimes,” I admit to her.
She gapes. “You did? You do?”
“Yeah. I saw...I did a lot of bad shit in Afghanistan.”
She strokes my head above my ear. “Anything you did was part of war.”
“Doesn’t make it less horrific.”
“True.”
“Will you do me a favor?” I ask her.
“What’s that?”
“If you start feeling bad, will you let me know?”
“Okay. But you don’t have to worry.”
“If we’re together, I’m always going to worry about you and not just because of this.”
“Why do I suddenly feel like you’re going to act like my brothers toward me? I don’t need to be taken care of or worried about.”
I lean into her. “Let me review what I told you the first night we met. You probably don’t remember from the alcohol, but now that you’re sober, don’t ever forget this.”
“What?”
“One, don’t ever mistake me for your brothers. Two, a real man takes care of his woman. So if that’s what you want, you’d better get used to it.”