Gabe

by Lagomarsino, Giulia

  “Is this what you wanted, babe?”

  “Yes,” I moaned and then took him in my mouth and swallowed him down. With every thrust, Jules pushed me further onto Gabe’s cock. He was so far down my throat that I could hardly breathe.

  “Do you like Jules in your ass?” Gabe asked breathlessly.

  I nodded and felt Jules grip me by the hair as he moved faster. His fingers slid down to my clit and I was coming apart just moments later. I could feel my ass squeezing around Jules and then he stopped and his seed spilled inside me. Gabe pulled out and stroked himself hard, panting as he stared at me.

  “Open.”

  I did as he asked and opened my mouth, sticking out my tongue and catching his release. He pushed two fingers in my mouth and spread his cum around, marking every inch of my mouth with his flavor.

  One by one, they all lined up until they were surrounding me and taking me in one way or another. I had Ice’s cock in my mouth and Chris pounding into my ass from behind. Jackson was on his back beneath me, eating my pussy and playing with my tits. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I had never felt so free in all my life.

  I was just about spent when the front door swung open again and Sam walked in. Completely naked. I shrieked and covered myself with Gabe’s body.

  “Sam! What are you doing here?”

  “I heard there was a party,” he smirked.

  I shook my head rapidly from side to side. This was not happening. My brother was not here. He was not standing in front of me naked. I would not be seeing him screwing anyone.

  “Babe.” I shook my head harder. “Babe.”

  “No! I don’t want to see!”

  “Babe!”

  I gasped as I looked up into Gabe’s beautiful eyes. My breaths were coming hard and fast and I was drenched in sweat. No one else was in the room. I was in my bed. I flung the covers off and ran for the living room. No one was there. Where had everyone gone? Where was Sam?

  “You okay?” Gabe asked from behind me.

  “Where are they?”

  “Who? The kids? They’re at Matteo’s, remember?”

  “No, Jackson and all the others.”

  “They’re not here,” he said slowly, concern shining bright on his face.

  “But…they were here…they were watching…”

  I looked around the room again and then back at Gabe. “They were watching what?” he asked with a devilish grin.

  “You know what they were doing. You were there. You orchestrated the whole thing!”

  “And when did this happen?”

  “Just….now…I don’t know. I was here and then so were all the other members of Reed Security and even some of their wives,” I practically yelled. “You brought them. You wanted them to help me.”

  “Help you what?”

  “Help me…you know! Get in the mood.”

  He held back a laugh and covered his mouth. “You think that I brought my friends here to, what? Watch?”

  “They didn’t just watch. They participated,” I hissed.

  He nodded and bit back a smile. “And…did you enjoy it?”

  “You know I did! Stop acting like you don’t know.”

  “Babe, who exactly was at this…instructional demonstration?”

  I glared at him as my anger flared. I hated that he was pretending this didn’t happen. “All of them! Cap, Ice, Jules, Chris, Jackson. He was the most eager to participate. And let me tell you, I can’t believe that married men would do what they did with their wives in the same room. They should be ashamed! And why the hell did you tell Sam to come over? He’s my brother!”

  Gabe let out a roaring laugh, holding his stomach as he bellowed loudly.

  “It’s not funny!”

  “Yes, it is. Babe, your brother wanted to castrate me when I first met you. Do you think I would invite him over to watch you have sex with other men?”

  “I-” I looked around the house and realized that a couple things were different about the way the house looked. In the dream it had been my house, but we were at Gabe’s. Also, I had been wearing pajama bottoms when I came out, but right now, I was wearing a nightie.

  “It wasn’t real?”

  “Babe, how much do you remember about tonight?”

  “I remember we went to The Pub and we…had sex against the wall and then on someone’s car. Then you brought me home.”

  “Right. Do you remember all the wine you drank last night?”

  I thought back, remembering drinking and Gabe’s body pressed against mine.

  “You fell asleep on me after many pleasurable orgasms.”

  “That’s ridiculous. I can’t have many orgasms in one night.”

  “Not you, babe. Me. You wouldn’t stop telling me you wanted to suck my cock. I’m pretty sure that I couldn’t get it up for the next week if I tried.

  I groaned as I sank into the couch. “It felt so real.”

  “So, are you going to tell me more about this dream you had? Sounds like you’re even kinkier than I am.”

  “Shut up.” I slapped him in the chest as I thought about my dream. “Are you mad at me?”

  “For having a wet dream? No, not as long as I was there too.”

  “You were the main event.”

  “I better have been. Two questions though. What was your brother doing in your sex dream and is this something I need to be worried about?”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  Gabe

  CAP, CAZZO, AND I were in the conference room dialing Scott West. He was a distant relative of Harold Brown, the previous owner of both houses. He was our last shot at reaching someone that might know something about Harold. Everyone else in the family didn’t have a clue about him.

  “Scott, this is Sebastian Reed from Reed Security.”

  “Hi, how can I help you?”

  “I’m on the phone with two colleagues of mine. We’re looking into an incident that occurred at the property that Harold Brown used to own. Do you know who that is?”

  “Yeah, I remember Harold. I met him once or twice when I was a kid.”

  “The property that we’re looking at was broken into a few weeks ago. We linked that house to another property he used to own that also was broken into,” Cap said. “We think that somebody was looking for something that Harold might have had, maybe a family heirloom. Do you know of anything the family might have passed down through the generations?”

  “Not that I can think of. I don’t remember anyone ever talking about anything like that.”

  Shit. This was going nowhere.

  “Do you know of any other reason that someone might be interested in those two properties?”

  There was silence on the other end for a moment. “There’s an old story that I heard when I was a kid. My mom told me that Harold was suspected of being involved in a robbery. The police could never find any hard evidence against him.”

  “Do you remember when that was?”

  “I think it was ’55 or ’56. He would have been around thirty-five at the time.”

  “Do you remember what was taken?”

  “I believe that it was jewelry taken from some prominent businessman in Philadelphia.”

  “Philadelphia is on the other side of the state. Why did the police suspect him?”

  “I really don’t know. My mom never told me any other details. It was kind of frowned upon to talk about it at the time. It was a disgrace to our family.”

  “You’ve been very helpful, Scott. Thank you very much for your time.”

  Cap hung up and the three of us looked at each other with excitement. This was our first big break in the case.

  “If this is true, why doesn’t Sean know about it?” I asked.

  “If this was in the 50’s, everything would be paper files. They don’t update all old cases into the system. And if he was only a suspect, he wouldn’t have a record.”

  “So, what do we do now?” Cazzo asked.

  “Lindsey said that she has
her last guests checking out in about an hour. We can head over there as soon as they’re gone,” Cap informed us. “Let’s check it out and see if we can find anything that might point us in the right direction.”

  “Cap, if the police already went through, what exactly do you think we’re going to find?” Cazzo asked.

  “Maybe nothing, but whoever those guys were, they may not have been able to finish looking through the house. It’s possible that something’s there that’s been missed.”

  An hour later, we were over at Lindsey’s bed and breakfast, searching through the large safe in the wall that the robbers were looking at the night she was attacked.

  “This is all just a bunch of paperwork,” I mumbled as I shuffled through another stack of papers. “He was a businessman and it looks like he did pretty good for himself. I don’t know, it sounds like the police may have gotten this one wrong.”

  “Hey, it looks like Harold had a business partner. He joined the company in the 60’s.”

  “That would place him after the robbery,” Cap said.

  “Yeah, but if he’s still alive, maybe he can tell us something.” Cazzo handed the paperwork over to Cap and we finished going through the rest of the safe. By the end of the day, we were no closer to finding anything hidden in the house. If it was here, the robbers had already gotten it.

  ✯✯✯✯✯

  “You didn’t have to come with us, Sean.”

  Cap, Cazzo, and I were about to head out to the nursing home a half hour from here to see Brian Dennis. He was Harold’s business partner from the 60’s until the 80’s when he retired. Sean Donnelly walked into Reed Security just as we were headed out. Cap had filled him in on what we had learned and he insisted on coming along.

  “Listen, this robbery is a cold case and maybe it’s not a murder, but that doesn’t make it any less important.”

  “Trying to avoid Lillian?” Cap asked.

  “She’s busting my ass about working so much lately and it pissed me off.”

  “So, you came along just to spite her?”

  He shrugged. “It’s not like I have any other way of sticking it to her.”

  “Why’s that?” I asked out of curiosity.

  “Because, once you’re married, you have no more secrets from your wife. Any tricks you had up your sleeve when you were single, are now all known to your wife. Going to work is the one thing that she can’t touch.”

  “Are all of you guys so enlightened about women?” I asked.

  “You have to win. It’s an all out battle once you’re married. Everything you have, everything you want is at war with her. All of us have to help each other out when it comes to dealing with women,” Sean said.

  “But how do you know it would work for all of them?”

  “Women are complicated. They have like fifty different sides to them. Men are pretty basic. A man has three moods: happy, eh, and you’ve pissed me off. Women don’t understand that. They think we’re deep and they’re always trying to figure out how to fix us. It’s not science, you know what I mean?” I nodded. “If we’re pissed, it’s for a good reason. There’s no being a little pissed or sad pissed. It’s just pissed. If I say I want a burger for dinner and she says she wants Chinese and I say okay, that’s the end of the story for me. We’re having Chinese. But women start to get all worried. Are you sure you’re okay with Chinese? I don’t want to force you to eat something you don’t want. Maybe we should just get burgers,” Sean said in a girly voice. “What they don’t get is that if we say it’s fine, it’s fine. There isn’t really any depth to us. Like I said, happy, eh, and pissed.”

  “You’re giving me a life lesson on myself. What does this have to do with dealing with women? You said they have fifty moods. That doesn’t sound like they’re all alike.”

  “It’s more complicated, but they’re all the same. You just have to learn to identify those moods and know how to handle them.”

  “Cap, weren’t you saying you have a list.”

  “Ah, the sacred list,” Sean laughed. “That list would be laminated, but he keeps adding shit to it.”

  “Women are an ever-changing species,” Cap said.

  “What about you?” I asked Cazzo. “Do you use the list?”

  “Nope. I keep it simple. I say yes ma’am or no ma’am. I don’t argue and I don’t try and push my way on her.”

  “How’s that working out for you?” Cap asked.

  “Great. See, if you’re always agreeable with a woman, she’ll be nicer to you in turn. It makes them feel guilty. Say I want to watch the game and she wants to watch something else, I put the game on about an hour before it actually starts and watch the pregame warmup. When she comes in and says she wants to watch something different, I tell her that I’m going to get started on a list she gave me. I do some work and all the while, she’s watching me and feeling guilty that she had me turn off my show when I’m doing all this shit for her. Then, when the game comes on, she’s running over to me and telling me I should stop what I’m doing, that I already do so much around the house and I should take a break. I watch football and she brings me beer.”

  “Yeah, but then you’re always doing shit around the house. When do you get a fucking break?” I asked.

  “You have to do it anyway, so you do it and save it up for when you really want something. It’s like a piggy bank of guilt.”

  I just stared at him. I didn’t know if the man was a genius or insane.

  “So, are you dealing with any of this yet?” Sean asked.

  “We’ve had a few misunderstandings, but nothing I haven’t been able to fix.”

  “Why haven’t I heard about this?” Cazzo groused.

  “Because it’s none of your fucking business.”

  “She’s my sister. It’s always my business.”

  “Fine, you want to know? I fucked things up with her and didn’t know how to fix it. I got advice from Knight.”

  “You did what?”

  “Don’t go there, man,” Cap muttered.

  “Yeah,” I said, ignoring my boss. “I kidnapped her the weekend that you took the kids to that training camp. I took her to a cabin and fucked the shit out of her until we were on the same page.”

  “I didn’t hear that,” Sean said.

  Cazzo was fuming in the seat across from me, but he didn’t say a word. He was probably worried he was going to get us in an accident.

  “Word to the wise,” Cap said. “Don’t ever admit to a crime when a cop is in the vehicle with you.”

  I shrugged. I wasn’t that worried about it. “And then the other night, I really pissed her off when I got jealous because Matteo touched her. Talk about pissy. But I made it up to her. I took her out for dinner and then-”

  “Don’t. Don’t even fucking say it.” Cazzo was beat red and breathing hard.

  “Fucked her in the parking lot,” I finished.

  “Enough!”

  He was seconds from blowing, but I couldn’t help but push my luck. The guy had shot me after all. I sat there twiddling my thumbs for a minute. I shouldn’t do it, but what the hell. I liked to fuck with him.

  “So, I suppose you don’t want to hear about the dream she had last night where all of us were fucking her.”

  “Mother fucker,” he roared as he leapt across the back seat and wrapped his hands around my neck.

  ✯✯✯✯✯

  “We’re here to see Brian Dennis,” Cap told the receptionist. The lady looked at a list on her computer and then back to us.

  “Are you family?”

  “No, ma’am.”

  “Have you been to see him before?”

  “This is our first time.”

  “I see. Let me get a nurse for you.” She dialed someone and asked them to come to the front desk. “She’ll be here in just a minute.”

  Cap nodded and thanked her for her help. A few minutes later, a woman came around the corner. “Are you here to see Mr Dennis?”

  “Yes, ma’am
.”

  “How do you know him?”

  “I’m Detective Sean Donnelly. We’re here to talk to him about something that happened in his home town a long time ago. We’re hoping he can help us put together some information that might help us in the case.”

  The nurse nodded slightly. “I’m Janelle and I’ll show you to his room.”

  We started down the hall and the nurse filled us in on routines at the nursing home and things Brian liked to do. The nurse stopped us outside his room, looking at us with a sad face.

  “I should warn you, Mr Dennis doesn’t remember a lot anymore. He has his moments, but most of the time, he drifts off or he rambles incoherently. I haven’t ever heard him talk about the past. When he is coherent, he mostly comments on the weather or the activities of the day.”

  “Thank you for warning us,” Cap smiled. Janelle nodded and walked away.

  This had just become a bust. If he didn’t remember anything, we just hit another brick wall.

  “Mr Dennis,” Sean said as he stepped up to the bed where the man laid, looking out the window. He turned his head to us, but didn’t say anything. “I’m a detective and I was hoping you could tell us about an old business partner of yours, Harold Brown.”

  The man stared at us for a moment and then nodded. “How is the old man?”

  “He passed away a few years ago,” Sean informed him.

  “What would you like to know?”

  Cazzo and I glanced at each other warily. Maybe we would get something today.

  “We’re wondering if you could tell us about anything you might remember about Harold being a suspect in a robbery during the 50’s. I know that was before your partnership, but-”

  “You’re after the jewelry.”

  “Do you know if Harold had anything to do with the robbery?”

  “He didn’t just have something to do with it. He planned it, stole it, and kept it a secret all these years. He never did sell the damn thing like he planned.”