by Holly Jaymes
“How?” She pursed her lips at me. “I’m a teacher, Gabe. How will I pay for that?”
“How were you going to pay for this before? Were you going to choose wallpaper and keep faulty electrical wiring? If so, you’d have to enjoy looking at it in the dark or as the house burned down.” I knew I was being rude, but she needed to understand, the guts of the house, the things that made it stand and run, those were the most important things to focus on. Like people, a home’s beauty and strength came from the inside.
She dropped her head forward. “This was a mistake.”
“I’m sorry you think so. Me and my team are actually excited about your home.”
She shook her head. “No. I meant buying this home at all. I knew it would be a money pit and I did it anyway.”
Now I felt bad for her. “It’s not a money pit. It’s got good bones. When the systems are in, it will be great. And it’s not like you won’t have any esthetics. We’ll paint and decorate as much as we can with what’s left. Sometimes you just have to get creative.”
“It’s easy for people with money to say things aren’t so bad or that they’ll be better to people who don’t have it.”
“Hey.” I used the crook of my finger to lift her chin. The sight of tears made my gut clench. “The first home I renovated I decorated with items I got free from the dump.” It made me cringe to think of it now, and yet the sale of that home was the beginning of all the success I had now.
She scrunched up her nose in disgust, and it brought me back to four years ago, when I was first discovering Samantha and how much I enjoyed being with her. Her facial expressions had always let me know what she was thinking or feeling. I especially liked the ones she made when she orgasmed as I pumped inside her.
I wiped her tear with my thumb, letting those memories wash through me.
She lifted her eyes, looking into mine. There wasn’t hate or disappointment. There wasn’t surprise at how intimate this moment had just become. I wondered if she was thinking back to how good we’d once been too.
She licked her lips, and like that, the air shifted from the warmth of reminiscing to the heat of desire. I knew how she tasted because I’d kissed her a lot four years ago. My mouth yearned to taste her lips again. Right now.
I fought the urge, but only for a second. The truth was, I had to kiss her as much as I needed to breathe. If I was lucky, it wouldn’t be as good as I remembered. Or it would be bad and then this unbearable need would subside and I could finish the renovation in relative calm.
I gave a small laugh at my own inability to resist her and then made my move. She’d either push me away in revulsion or jump in with me.
The minute my lips touched hers, sparks fired in my brain. I moaned as her scent and taste flooded my senses. When her fingers gripped my t-shirt and pulled me closer, those sparks turned into flames, lapping at me to consume her. I stepped closer, pressing my thick, hard dick against her. Drinking her gasp as I ground against her.
I tilted my head and dragged my tongue along the seam of her mouth, urging her to let me in. Her lips parted and her tongue darted out to dance with mine. The room was warm, growing hotter each second our mouths were fused and our bodies pressed together seeking contact. I slipped my hands under her tank top to feel her skin. It was as warm and silky as I’d remembered. Would the rest be the same? Would her nipples be as firm and sweet? Would she be as wet for me? I wanted to find out here and now, in the pantry.
“Hey Gabe,” Megan’s voice came through the door. “We gotta keep filming, dude or we’ll get behind.”
The doorknob rattled, and in an instant, I jumped back. The door opened and Megan peered in.
“What are you doing talking in the dark?” She looked up at the light bulb. “Oh right, the electricity is off.” She looked from me to Samantha, whose shirt was askew and her lips swollen from my kiss. The dumbass part of me wished Steve was the one taking in this scene so he’d get rid of any notion that he had a chance with Samantha.
Samantha’s eyes cleared and then got annoyed. “We’re finished.” She pushed her way past me and Megan, disappearing around the corner.
Megan’s brow arched and I knew what she was thinking.
“Let’s get to work.” I pushed past her, not wanting to hear whatever retort or comment she might have. Making an excuse, I headed home to take a cold shower. The only problem was, as the water pounded on my skin, I couldn’t get the look of Samantha and those sweet thoroughly-kissed lips out of my head.
“Fuck it.” I turned the water to warm, gripped my hard-on, and took care of business with thoughts of Sam’s luscious lips wrapped around my dick.
Book 1: Chapter 7 Samantha—In the Library
Samantha
I couldn’t believe I kissed Gabe. Worse, I couldn’t believe how much I still wanted to kiss Gabe. A part of me had hoped that I’d misremembered how good it was with him before. As angry as I was at him, my memory of his kisses and touches were such that I wasn’t sure I’d ever experience it again. I hadn’t in the four years we’d been apart.
A part of me had wondered if that was just from a tendency to glorify the past. Turned out it wasn’t. Gabe’s kiss stole my breath and curled my toes just as it had done four years ago. Dammit. Why him? Why did my hormones find him so attractive and sexy when he was so wrong for me? Was it just memories wanting to recreate what we once had? That couldn’t happen either. What we once had was ruined when he decided to sow his oats.
In hindsight, I wished I’d slapped him or pushed him away for kissing me, but who was I kidding? I supposed I was lucky I didn’t rip my clothes off and beg him to take me on my pantry floor. Wouldn’t that have been something for Megan to walk in to find? I wondered if it would make it on the show.
“And here we have the pantry where our homeowner is having sex with the host.”
That would just be my luck.
After our kiss, Gabe disappeared for a half hour or so. When he came back, his hair was wet and I wanted to believe he’d taken a cold shower. I’d felt the hard length of him pressing against my belly during that kiss. God, I’d wanted to touch him there. To stroke the velvety hardness. To feel him moving inside me.
I whapped my hand on my forehead for my idiocy. Instead of thinking about that kiss or his dick, I needed to think about my house and what I wasn’t going to get anymore because I needed a new electrical system.
Megan and Steve had both tried to soften the blow, offering ideas for me to decorate on a budget once they left. But they also both agreed with Gabe that the electrical system would be the best way to spend the budget. It wasn’t that I didn’t agree. The problem was that I had a vision of what I wanted my home to look like. When I won this rehab, I’d thought it would all be fixed up in one fell swoop. I had to live with the fact that while the home would have important hidden updates, when it came to most of the cosmetic stuff, that I’d have to do on my own. C’est la vie.
Gabe and I didn’t have much contact with each other during the day. We had a couple more scenes to shoot, one to finish the conversation about the electricity, and another to discuss the upstairs bathroom. Then he went off to do something else while I was put to work scraping wallpaper from the library wall. I wasn’t sure why I was bothering, since it looked like the paper I wanted wasn’t going to go up. The process was slow, using a steamer and then scraping, but at least it kept me away from Gabe and his fantastic lips. If only I could stop thinking about it.
When the crew left, I was happy to have my house to myself even if it looked a little like a warzone with debris, tools, tarps and other construction items in just about every room. At least the bathroom wasn’t touched yet, so I took another long soak in the tub. Or I tried. Every time I closed my eyes to enjoy the luxury, Gabe and his lips would enter my brain. Just the memory had my body responding. My nipples puckered and my body went all warm and soft. Curse you, Gabe Sloane! I wasn’t safe from his sex appeal anywhere.
My libido sugges
ted I use the images and take care of my ache throbbing between my thighs. But there was no way I was going to get off with thoughts of Gabe, no matter how much my pussy needed the release.
I exited the bath, put on my robe and went to my bedroom. I noticed my phone had a new notification so I picked it up to read it.
Gabe: Need to get the rest of the wallpaper down. Am downstairs scraping. You can ignore me if you want. I just want you to know I’m in the house.
Immediately, my body went warm again. Stop it! He had some nerve, making me all hot and bothered. I put my phone down and marched downstairs to the library. Gabe was in his sexy faded jeans (all his jeans were sexy as it turned out) and a white t-shirt. He was scraping the wall, taking off bigger strips of paper than I’d been able to. His arm muscles were hard and smooth like on a sculpture in a museum. Why couldn’t he be scrawny, dammit?
“Does this really need to be done now?” I tried not to sound annoyed. I think I succeeded but it was possible I sounded breathy; like seeing his fine body turned me on. Just what I needed; him thinking I was attracted to him.
“The more prep we get done now, the more time for the other stuff. Plus, I’m not paid from the budget, so it’s basically free labor.”
Dammit again. He was doing something nice. Then again, maybe he always did this.
“I don’t want to bother you though, so you can pretend I’m not here.” He finally finished removing a large strip and turned his head to me. His gaze moved down my face to my robe and then up again. I felt it like a caress and every neuron in my body started humming.
“Can I help?” No, wait. What I wanted to say was, “Okay. Have at it, I’m going to bed.” Wait, no, not that. He might think it was an invitation.
“If you want.” He picked up the steamer and began working it over the next section of wall. “I’ve got an extra scraper in my box there.”
I looked to the toolbox sitting on the fireplace hearth. What little furniture was in the room, a couch, side table and a vintage table for playing cards were pushed toward the window and covered in sheets. I moved past the furnishings to the hearth and picked up the scraper.
I walked toward Gabe where he’d started scraping the next section of paper.
“There are two other layers below this one, so it’s taking a little more effort,” he said.
I nodded.
He looked at me. “Sure you don’t want to get dressed?”
I did want to get dressed, except the heat in his eyes as his gaze once again roamed over my body made me change my mind. Stupid hormones.
Annoyed at my reaction, and wanting to push his buttons, I said, “Does my robe bother you?” I used both hands to push the scraper under the paper.
“Honestly?”
I nodded, glancing at him over my shoulder next to me.
“Yes.” He huffed out a breath. “I guess I should apologize for kissing you earlier.”
I laughed derisively. “That’s the thing you think you need to apologize for?”
He gave me a quizzical look. “Yes, but I’m not sorry.”
That zap of electricity sizzled across my body again. I held his gaze. “I’m not either.” Wait, no. Don’t tell him that.
His dark eyes flashed with heat as they held my gaze. I could see a tug of war going on in them. It was probably the same tug of war I was feeling. I wanted to touch him. For him to touch me. But I shouldn’t. I couldn’t let my hormones dictate my behavior. But the longer I looked at him, the louder my hormones got.
“Tell me to leave.” Gabe’s voice was rough.
“Why?”
“Because if I don’t, I’m going to touch you.”
I swallowed as the desire in his eyes made my body yearn for him. “You don’t want to touch me?”
“I want to touch you so fucking bad I’m about to go mad.”
I licked my lips as I fought with myself over what to do. Oh, who am I kidding? The libido was more powerful than rational thought. History was littered with incidences of men and women who were powerless over their lust and gave in despite the consequences. Why did I think I was going to be any different?
He reached out his hand, running a finger along my collar bone. I closed my eyes at the roughness of his finger along my smooth skin.
“Samantha.” His tone had a strained desire to it.
I looked him in the eyes as I put my hand over his and pushed it down until it caught in the V of my robe, and then I pushed it down further. My robe started to part, the loose knot on my belt giving way.
His breath hitched and I looked to his groin, wanting to be sure he wanted this too. He must have been in pain as the ridge of his dick strained the zipper of this jeans.
“Please be sure,” he groaned as my robe parted, showing that I had nothing on underneath.
I felt sure I was going to regret this at some point, but in this moment, with my blood on fire as it ran thick through my veins, all I wanted was for him to touch me. Consequences be damned.
“You’re the one not sounding sure.”
His eyes squeezed shut as he hissed out a breath. “Fuck!” His tether broke and in the next instant, his lips were consuming mine and his hands were cupping my breasts.
I moaned into his mouth as glorious pleasure rushed through my body. How he did that, I didn’t know. It was like he had magic hands. And magic lips. And a magic dick, which if things were going to proceed as normal, would soon be pumping inside me.
“Yes.” My word came out on a long exhale.
With his lips and hands fused to me, he maneuvered me to the couch, yanking my robe off. By the time I was laying on the sofa, my robe was bunched on the floor, under my slippers.
His eyes flashed with wild desire as he looked down on me, then he pulled his shirt off and it was my turn to feel a flood of heat to my core. His chest was even more sculpted than I’d remembered and his abs had more packs. He was an Adonis come to life.
My eyes went straight to the sunburst tattoo, remembering how many times I’d traced it with my fingers before and after sex all those years ago. But now he had new ink. The one that stood out was of a cross with angel wings and a date six months ago. Is that for his father?
My heart went out to him, knowing what a loss that had to have been. As ridiculous as it was, considering how he’d treated me, I was sad I wasn’t there for him.
But I didn’t have time to reflect on it as he tossed a condom next to me and then, putting a knee on the couch between my legs, kissed me again. It was hard and desperate, and it pushed any thoughts about whether I should be doing this out of my head. All there was was the feel of his calloused hands as they roamed over my body. His lips as they moved over my jaw, down my neck and lower.
He lightly bit and then suckled my nipple, and how I didn’t come right then I don’t know as my core contracted hard. I gasped and he moaned. He sucked one and then the other nipple, as if he couldn’t decide which he wanted to focus on.
“I love your tits, Sam.”
I arched, offering them to him. If he loved them and kept sucking them, he could have them. I threaded my fingers through his hair to hold him there, wanting him to never stop.
But he did stop, his lips trailing lower.
“Gabe.” My body was on fire and I wanted him inside me, making me come now.
“I’ve got to taste you.” His tongue swirled in my belly button.
“I want you. I need you inside me. God, I’m burning up.” I tried to pull him up over me, but he was so big and strong, I wasn’t sure he noticed.
“In time.” His tongue flicked over my clit and my brain nearly exploded.
“Gabe!”
“I’m going to make you come on my mouth, Sam. I’ve got to fucking taste you.” His mouth dove in and I was helpless to do anything but arch and offer my pussy for his feasting. Sensation after sensation pulsed through me as his mouth sucked and licked and drove me to madness.
He slipped his hands under my ass, tilting me and
then his tongue was inside me, flicking and trusting until a white burst of light exploded in my brain. Pleasure shot out, making my entire body convulse.
“Yes, yes… God…yes.”
He moaned against my pussy, and I felt it reverberate through my body. “You taste so good.”
“I want to touch you.” I reached for him.
“I’ll come too fast if you touch me.” He grabbed the foil packet and sheathed himself with the condom.
He pushed my knee up and out as he settled between my hips. He still had one knee on the couch and one leg on the floor as he pulled my hips down until his tip pressed against my entrance.
His gaze caught mine, and in them, I saw a request. Like he wanted me to be sure.
“Fuck me, Gabe.”
His eyes flashed with a feral heat. He thrust in, hard, fast and deep. I cried out, arching my back as his size and length filled me.
“Oh fuck,” he moaned. He withdrew and thrust in again. “Oh Jesus, I’m going to come…” he said on another groan.
I couldn’t breathe. My heart rate was surely in the danger zone, but I didn’t care. The feel of him inside me was beyond what I’d remembered.
“Come with me, Sam.” His breath was harsh as his thrusts became faster, harder.
His thumb brushed over my clit, and holy hell, stars blasted behind my eyes as pleasure shot out from my center and radiated in wave after wave to every neuron in my body.
“Yes!” Gabe yelled out as my body gripped his and he let go too, his orgasm ripping through him. We made the wild ride together until he collapsed on me.
As the orgasmic haze started to dissipate, I waited for the regret to come. But with my pussy still pulsing around his dick in ecstasy, it was difficult to think this had been a bad idea.
Gabe lifted his head, his eyes searching mine. He was probably looking for regret. Or maybe he was feeling guilty at having ruined such a good thing four years ago. It seemed like now was the time to talk about what had happened back then. Or actually, we probably should have done it before I let him fuck me senseless. But since we hadn’t, now seemed like a good time.