Gabriel Fallen, page 2
But I need a car. The luxury SUV is a car.
I should take it.
I should take it and park at the hair salon one block down, so no one at work sees me driving up in it. I can’t answer those questions.
“Come on … you know you want to.” Gabriel jangles the keys, tempting me as my conscience battles it out. “And it’s the only way you’re getting in to work today.”
I sigh, collect my bags from my Toyota, and slam my door shut. As if I have a choice here.
I saunter toward him, his dark gaze drifting over my emerald green sundress down to my bare legs, a hungry gleam in them. Much like the one he had last night from the moment he came around that corner in swim shorts to the moment he left the shower. The way he always seems to be looking at me.
My stomach tightens as I’m hit with another mental flash from last night, this one of him positioned over me in bed, his body tense as he thrusts into me. But it’s immediately followed by one of him with that Misty-Minnie-Mary-whoever-the-fuck, and my stomach twists.
“Were you with your brother and his friends last night?” I blurt out.
Gabriel blinks, then frowns, seemingly caught off guard. “What do you mean by ‘with’?”
“Did you fuck another woman last night?” I can’t hide the accusation in my tone. If he did screw one of them, I’ll be upset, and that notion angers me. I don’t want to care who Gabriel’s with, but I’m quickly realizing that I do. Our relationship—or whatever I should call it—changed yesterday. Somewhere between the soft kisses and the gentle strokes and the unguarded words, something between us changed.
He chuckles, and that only infuriates me more. “No. I didn’t touch anyone else last night. I had to talk to my brother.” A curious look casts over his face. “Why are you asking?”
I study his eyes another long moment. I can’t see a lie in them. But would I be able to? Stupid Caleb. I sigh and hold out my hand to accept the keys. “Thank you.”
His pouty lips twist into a sly smile. “You’re welcome. Let me show you a few things on it.” He leads me around to the driver side, his bare feet—damn it, even his feet are sexy—padding over the concrete floor. Opening the door, he leans against it and points out several buttons. “If you want to use the nav system …” I can’t help tuning him out, my focus more on the cut of his arms and his flat nipples and how I can make out the outline of the tip of his penis in his sweatpants.
“Mercy? Did you hear me?”
I swallow against the sudden dryness in my mouth. “It’s a car, not a rocket. I’ll figure it out.”
“Is something the matter?” he asks lightly, like he knows why I’m so distracted. He’s so damn erotic looking right now, with his messy bedhead and his sleepy eyes.
“No reason. Thanks for lending me this. I’ll make sure to return it without a scratch.” I toss my things across to the passenger side and then climb into the leather seat that Gabriel occupied yesterday, sliding my palms over the steering wheel. Definitely an upgrade from my Toyota.
“I wasn’t with another woman last night, Mercy,” he says suddenly, in a more conciliatory tone, his steady gaze on mine, weighing me down. “I have no interest in touching anyone but you.”
“Okay. That’s …” I swallow, peering into his eyes, seeing the truth in them. “Okay.”
“So, do you have an answer for me?” He reaches up to rest his arms atop the SUV, giving me another sublime view of his body and the jutting cock that seems to be the only thing holding his sweatpants up at the moment.
He’s very hard.
I peel my eyes away from his body to meet his stormy blue eyes.
Yes.
Yes, I’ll stay here. Yes, I’ll fuck Gabriel for the foreseeable future to get what I want and something I was so sure I didn’t want.
It’s on the tip of my tongue, but I bite it back and ask instead, “About what?”
His lips curl. “You’re too smart to play dumb, Mercy. About my offer. The new deal.”
A deal. That’s what this is. And yet, the way he looks at me, the way he seems to care for me—whether I’ve eaten, whether I’ve slept, that I’m in a safe car—I could be legitimately dumb enough to fool myself into thinking he’s a boyfriend. But I’m not. I’m more like his property, I remind myself. He’s just protecting his investment.
I settle on, “I need more time.” Not to decide what my answer is, but to figure out how I’m going to reconcile my pride in order to give it.
Gabriel’s chest rises with a deep breath. “Okay,” he says simply.
I feel my eyebrow arch. “Okay?” I was expecting more of a fight.
“I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to do.”
I laugh, but it sounds hollow. No. You’re just going to dangle a golden carrot within easy reach.
His bottom lip slides between his teeth, drawing my gaze to it. “But I think maybe you need help deciding.”
“What do you—Ah!” I squeal as his warm hand grips my bare thigh. He swings my body around to face him, leaving my legs to dangle over the side. In seconds they’re hoisted up against his shoulders, forcing me back until my head rests on the center console.
He wastes no time hiking my dress up and pulling down my panties.
“Gabriel!” I hiss, struggling to squirm out of his grip even as my blood races south. Warm morning air kisses my sensitive flesh. “I have to get to work!”
“Nice try. You don’t start until eight.” His gaze is alight with fire as it shifts from my eyes down to the apex of my legs. “And from what I can see, you won’t last long.” He runs a fingertip through my slit, eliciting a soft gasp from my lips.
“But we’re in the garage. The cameras—”
“Are not in here,” he assures, his palms hinting affection as they slide the length of my legs in a caressing manner to guide my panties the rest of the way off. He tosses them onto the dash before reaching down to push my thighs farther apart.
Whatever inclination I had to tell Gabriel to stop has faded from existence as I watch him drop to his knees on the hard concrete, his face at the perfect level.
“You’re beautiful. Did you know that?” His fingertips prod, exposing everything that’s private and hidden. “So tight, so pink, so …” His mouth closes over me.
I sigh with the feel of the first long swipe of his tongue along my seam, a whisper of “oh my God,” escaping me with his teasing swirl, his stubbled face scraping deliciously against my sensitive skin. The apprehension I felt over being bare like this, out in the garage, quickly evaporates, too rapt with Gabriel’s undivided attention to getting me off. His powerful shoulders hold the weight of my calves, his eyes hooded as he licks and sucks and kisses my sex with the same intensity he had for my mouth last night.
My head propped against the console gives me a sublime view from this angle. Behind Gabriel the Lambo sits low to the ground, with just enough light coming from outside and with just the right angle from its low position to cast a reflection of the sordid scene. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen, and my body is quickening in response.
Gabriel moans. The vibration courses deep through me, and heat floods my core; a tingle dances along my spine.
He smiles, pulling back just enough to let me watch the tip of his tongue slide through me. “You like my mouth on you, don’t you?”
I hum my agreement.
“What about this? You like this, too?” He pushes two fingers into my slick entrance, followed by a third that stretches me wide. He begins pumping in and out, stroking a sensitive spot deep inside me with each pass, all while using his thumb on my swollen clit. With each stroke, more moisture builds in my core. The sound of my body’s response to him should be embarrassing, but I find myself pushing my pelvis forward, desperate to give him more access—if that’s even possible.
He watches me gyrate with concentrated interest. “You ready, babe?”
“Yes,” I whisper breathlessly, reaching forward to weave my fingertips through his soft, boyish hair, free of whatever product he styles it with thanks to the epic shower session last night. There’s no biting my tongue anymore, my voice dripping with desperation.
Slipping his fingers from my body, he stands and shucks his sweatpants, leaving me to admire his perfect, naked body. Leaning over me, he reaches into a small compartment beneath the navigation screen to pull out a condom.
“Someone’s prepared,” I mutter, though there’s no animosity in my tone.
“Put it there yesterday, just for you.” His eyes twinkle as he catches the edge of the foil wrapper between his teeth and tears it open.
“Right.” I laugh at the bold lie.
His focus is momentarily on himself as he rolls the condom over his swollen tip and down, and I admire the hard planes of chiseled muscle. With that ready, whatever patience and leisure he showed when going down on me is gone, replaced by a man on a furtive mission.
He sinks into me with a single, hard thrust.
I cry out at the sudden invasion and the overwhelming sensation of being stretched by his impressive size.
Gabriel guides my legs back up to rest my ankles atop his shoulders, pressing his lips against one of them. “Need a minute to get used to me?” he whispers, trailing the tip of his tongue over my skin.
Physically, yes.
Mentally …
Jesus. I should be on my way to work. How on earth did this happen? Oh, that’s right. Gabriel showed up.
That’s all he seems to have to do, and bam! I’m naked.
“I like this color on you.” He reaches for the straps of the emerald green dress I chose for work and pushes them off my shoulders, allowing enough give to work the front down over my strapless bra. “Take it off. I want to see your tits move when I fuck you.”
His filthy words hit me right where we’re joined, and my body pulses with need.
It’s too difficult to fuss with the clasp so I force the black lace garment down to settle where the rest of my dress is bunched on my rib cage.
Gabriel groans and takes one of my breasts in his palm, his thumb lazily stroking over my budded nipple. “I’m going to suck on these for hours tonight,” he promises. Kicking his sweatpants off his left leg, he drags my body farther out until my hips are off the edge of the seat. Repositioning himself with one foot on the floor of the driver side, he braces himself.
And then his hips start moving.
It’s all I can do to muffle my cries of pleasure as Gabriel slams into my body in a punishing rhythm, his fingertips digging into my thighs, his beautiful, muscular body straining with tension, his eyes searing as they move from where he’s impaling me to my jolting breasts, to my face.
With each thrust, he sinks deep, his expert angle ensuring he hits the mark. In minutes, I feel the building pressure at the base of my spine. I no longer care that we’re in his garage, that the door is open, that sound probably carries well into the calm morning and the everyone on the mountain knows one of the Easton brothers is having sex.
I don’t hide from Gabriel how much I’m enjoying this, my lips falling open as my cries grow louder. Raw pleasure floods my pelvis and thighs and belly. I reach down between us to touch myself and draw it out, my inner muscles tightening, contracting around Gabriel’s length as wave after wave of intense pleasure hits me.
An almost pained expression twists his face. With five quick, hard thrusts, it happens—his cock swells and his hips still and I feel him pulsating deep inside me. The primal moan that escapes his lips boasts immense satisfaction.
I stare up at his naked, glistening chest as it heaves, and I imagine for a moment that there is no barrier between us, that he’s spilling his seed deep inside me.
My inner muscles clamp over his cock with the illicit thought.
A panting, spent Gabriel leans forward, resting his forehead on the Lincoln’s doorframe while he catches his breath, swallowing several times, his sexy throat bobbing. “Jesus, I can’t last with you.” He smooths his palms up and down over my thighs as if to soothe where he gripped them so tightly. “I’m sorry if I was a bit rough. I got carried away.”
It’s okay, I want to say, but I can’t seem to find my tongue, my body a limp rag. If he weren’t holding my legs up, they’d be splayed and useless, hanging out the door.
“Yo, Gabe! Since you’re up, let’s hit the green at eight?”
I startle at the sound of Caleb’s booming voice from somewhere unseen, instantly tensing up. I try to pull away, but Gabriel holds me in place, still inside me, and shifts his hips to block the view from the back of the garage, where I’m guessing the door to the house is. “Yeah, fine, whatever.”
“Weren’t you supposed to leave for work a while ago, Mercy?” Caleb calls, and I hear the laughter in his voice.
I close my eyes in mortification, my cheeks flushing.
“Come on! Get the fuck outta here,” Gabriel growls, but his eyes remain on my face.
“Yeah, yeah. It’s not like it’s a big deal. I’ve seen it all before, a thousand times.” The heavy steel door shuts a moment later, leaving us in awkward silence, the reality that we’re basically outside—the garage door is wide open—sinking in again.
“How long was he watching for?” I dare ask, dreading the answer.
“I don’t know, but don’t worry. He wouldn’t have seen much from there,” Gabriel promises, easing out of me. He peels the filled condom off and tosses it somewhere unseen, and then reaches for my discarded panties. He slips them over first one foot, then the other, ever so gingerly, and slides them up into place. His brow furrows when they cover me up, almost as if he’s disappointed to have my most private part hidden from his view.
Gripping me by the waist, Gabriel hoists me to a sitting position and then quietly watches as I adjust my bra and slip my straps back over my shoulders.
With a delicate touch, he guides my legs back to the proper position for driving and feeds the seat belt around my chest, securing it in the clasp. His heated eyes are locked on mine as he adjusts my seat. “Press the brake.”
I follow instructions without thinking, and he hits the ignition button. The engine comes to life with a soft purr.
“You good?” he asks, leaning in to lay teasing kisses against my jaw, his stubble scratching against my skin.
I shiver. “I’m fine.” In truth, my brain is a little foggy. That he’s being so sweet and caring doesn’t help. That he’s still standing naked beside me definitely doesn’t help.
“So, do you have a different answer for me now?” His voice is soft and husky.
I close my eyes, reveling in the intoxicating feel of his plush, skilled mouth on me. “I guess it depends on how good this lawyer is.” I pause. “And, like I said before, I have terms.”
“Terms …” His fingertip settles on my chin, steering my face to his. Amusement flickers in his eyes. “What terms?”
“I’ll let you know when I decide on them.” I hate that I sound breathless.
“Hmm.” His long lashes flutter as his gaze drops to my lips. “Maybe I should come up with a few of my own then.”
“Go ahead. We can negotiate.” I steel my nerve and drop my gaze to his lower half, to his still-hard length, and echo his earlier words. “Though something tells me you won’t last too long.”
His answering chuckle vibrates down to my core. He plants a slow but sizzling kiss on my mouth, letting me taste myself on him, sucking hard once on my bottom lip before finally pulling back. “Drive safe and call me later. ’Kay, baby?”
I nod mutely, checking the clock on the dash. I still have plenty of time to get in, which is good because I’m feeling discombobulated. I’ll need to drive extra slow this morning.
He backs away, reaching down to pick his track pants off the cement floor. They dangle from his fingertips. He makes no effort to redress, allowing me ample opportunity to admire his nakedness.
I must still be in a daze because I can’t seem to stop from staring.
“Why don’t you just call in sick?” he suggests, smirking.
If I don’t get out of here right now, I’m liable to do just that and then beg him to take me back to bed.
Snapping out of my lustful stupor, I press on the gas pedal. The tires squeal as the SUV lurches forward with far more power than I expect. After adjusting the pressure on the pedal, I coast down the driveway.
A glance in my rearview mirror finds Gabriel standing in the center of the now empty space, looking delectable as he watches me leave, unashamed of his nakedness.
A deep ache stirs between my thighs.
“I am so fucked,” I mutter, shaking my head.
TWO
GABRIEL
“Should I call someone to tow that hunk of shit out of here?” Caleb’s focus is on his bowl of cereal when I reenter the kitchen. “Neighbors are going to complain. I think there’s a community ordinance against using our property as a scrap yard.”
“There’s probably also one for having orgies in your backyard, but like you give a fuck about the neighbors anyway.” I fish out a coffee mug and brew myself a cup. It’s early—way too early for my sorry ass—but there’s no way I’m going back to sleep now, with Mercy’s taste all over my mouth. I can’t wait until I have her all over my dick. Which reminds me, I need to go in for blood work today.
I feel my brother’s eyes on my back.
“So, did she manage to screw the insanity out of you?”
I smirk. “On the contrary, I think she just made me more insane.” I woke up to find the bed beside me empty again, but the smell of her rosewater body shit still lingered in the bathroom, telling me I hadn’t missed her by that long.
That had me running.
Fucking running for a woman. When have I ever done that?
I could hear her car from inside, choking and sputtering as Mercy tried to start it in vain. I’m not gonna lie, I’m pretty happy the Toyota died. It was like providence. God telling me not to waste another minute and fuck her in the Lincoln. It was all I could do not to tear her panties right off her perfect hips.
