“Oh, God, Pep. You’re going to make me come if you keep doing that.”
She giggled and said, “Good. I want to watch while you shoot your hot, sticky cum all over me.”
“In the shower?” I gasped. Her hands expertly stroked my shaft and the slippery soap heightened the sensation even more—I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold back for much longer.
“What better place?” Then she let the body jets rinse the soap off my body, knelt down and took my cock slowly into her hot mouth. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Then her hands worked skillfully on my shaft and balls. My head was swimming from the pleasure and within minutes, I knew I was going to come—I couldn’t hold back anymore. I grabbed her head and thrust my cock deep into her mouth, and she moved her hands to my ass and pulled me harder into her, grazing her nails lightly on my skin. My ass clenched and I had to lean on the shower wall to keep myself upright as she sucked and stroked the cum out of me. My knees were weak and my head fell back as I came in my beautiful girl’s mouth. Pepper licked up every drop, then she got up off her knees and kissed me.
“Fuck, babe. That was incredible…you were incredible.” I moaned against her mouth as our tongues meshed together. God, I love this girl, every inch of the big mess that she is. She giggled, no doubt pleased with herself for what she’d just done to me, then we kissed again and she leaned on my chest as the water washed over us. After a few minutes, she pumped body wash into her hands and soaped me up then I returned the favor, enjoying the feeling of her smooth curves and hard little peaks on my soapy palms and fingers. Somehow, between us, we managed to shampoo her long hair and rinse away the bubbles. Then with some intensity, we dried each other off and I led her by the hand to my bedroom. It was dark and I was going to turn on a light, but she said, “No, let’s leave them off tonight.”
“All right, whatever you want.” I kissed her sweet lips again then my hands were all over here.
“Tell me again.”
“Tell you what?”
“Tell me you love me, Gabriel. Just me and no one else. Tell me you’re mine…all mine.”
“Pepper, I already told you twice, babe, and I meant it.” I resisted saying it again, only because I could feel her control over me starting to grow—and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. I wasn’t used to surrendering my heart to anyone—this was brand new territory for me.
She looked up at me. “Please, tell me again, Gabe. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing it.” Then she stood on her tiptoes with her warm, naked body against mine and her hot breath on my neck.
“How can I refuse?” I smiled down at her. “I love you. Just you. No one else. I’m yours, baby. All yours.” I shivered just saying those words—I’d never let anyone that close to my heart before.
Chapter Ten — Pepper
My father didn’t beg me to stay and for that, I was grateful. “She told me I was Virginia’s daughter—her cousin. Did you know that?”
“Honey, you know your mother as well as I do. I never know when she’s telling the truth.”
I didn’t give him an out. This was how he did things, pushed all the problems onto Evangeline and Gabe had been right—it takes two to tango. This was their dysfunctional relationship, not mine. I needed to take a step back and view it without his input for once in my life, but I still loved the man I’d called Dad all these years, and that would never change, no matter what happened.
“You can’t do that. You can’t blame her for everything, Dad. You are my father and you should have made it your business to know this important stuff. You can’t tell me you didn’t have the means and the smarts to figure it out, because I know you did and you do.”
“You’re acting like this is all my fault.”
I threw my hands up in exasperation. He was really being dense. “Can’t you see—I don’t care whose fault it is, Dad. I just want an end to this back and forth. I’m going to be twenty-four soon and I don’t want to be marching into my thirties with all this drama still going on.”
“You’re hardly thirty, Pepper Ann.”
“That’s not the point.” I reached down and grabbed my bag. “I’ll be back in a few days. Please think about what I’m saying and how this affects me. Let’s talk then.”
“Where are you going and what do I tell Mills?”
“I’m staying with a friend and I’ll call her this afternoon.”
“All right, but can I at least have a hug before you leave?”
“Sure, Dad.” I hugged him tight and kissed his cheek. “I’m not moving out, okay? I’m just going on a mini-break to clear my mind.” He smiled and rubbed my head like he used to do when he wanted to mess up my hair. “Dad, come on.”
“I can’t help it. You’re still my little girl to me…and tell Gabe I said hello.”
That caught me off guard. How did he know where I was going? I laughed nervously. “Okay, I will.”
I walked out with my bag and purse, feeling a little lighter than before. This was definitely the right move for me. Maybe I should think about moving out and breaking away from all the craziness of life with Dad and Evangeline. But then again, I know I’d regret leaving Mills behind to fend off Evangeline by herself. I didn’t want to think too much more about it now. There’d be time to figure all that out and I sighed and tossed my bag into the trunk. I put my hand in my pocket to double-check I still had the key for the boat, and it was there. I promised Gabe I’d go to the grocery store and re-stock it for him as a kind of rent exchange. Not that he asked me to do it but I looked forward to doing something domestic.
I still couldn’t believe he’d said that he loved me. Just hearing him say those three little words filled my heart with peace. I’d never told anyone, not even the great Jonathan Church that I loved him, although I’m sure he would’ve liked to have heard that. He wasn’t worthy of my love, I knew that without question. Gabe had proven himself to be the man for me. He took a chance on me. He rescued me—cared about me. When had Church done any of those things? Never.
Of course, Gabe’s mom wasn’t crazy about me, but I was determined to win her over. I rolled out of the drive and pretended it was the last time. Surprisingly, it felt good and I imagined what it would feel like to have my own place—with a view of the beach, of course—and I really thought about what that might look like. I didn’t plan on staying on the boat forever, just a couple of days until I could make up my mind to what I wanted to do.
I drove half a mile down the road to the Green Tiger Food Stores. I checked my purse and looked over the long list of items that Gabe had helped me make to re-stock the boat with and since I rarely went food shopping, this was going to be fun.
As I approached the entrance, it looked like it was packed inside, and although I could barely see through my dark sunglasses once I’d walked through the doors, I’d kept them on. It was early morning, but there were a lot of people out and I’d hate to have run into the paparazzi while I was shopping.
I grabbed a grocery cart but when I pushed it, it made a really loud squeak from one of the wheels and some people glared at me, so I changed it—I didn’t want to attract any attention to myself in this tiny store. I pulled my long hair into a ponytail and put my purse in the cart. I’d worn a white tennis skirt and a white sleeveless top since I’d planned on meeting Aven for a few games later on. She’d sent me a text yesterday complaining about her weight, how she wanted to get in shape and could we play tennis? Of course, and I’d answered her with a, ‘Sure, I’m in!’
Now, where was that list? I retrieved it from my purse, then pushed my cart up and down the aisles while I looked for the things on it. I picked up a few extra things, too—just for me—like yogurt and granola since I loved to eat healthy. It was what helped me keep in shape.
I had a busy day planned and after shopping and tennis, I was going to stop by Sea Lab and spend some time with my dolphin, Singh. Gabe had mentioned that he’d teach me how to use the scuba diving gear. Apparently, I’d need to learn tha
t if I planned on working with other animals that lived in deeper tanks.
I pulled the cart over to the freezers and thought about the previous night—how we’d stayed up and talked about the future. I’d told Gabe I wanted to go to school and study to be a marine biologist. His eyes lit up and he was very encouraging when I told him that—genuinely pleased that I’d made that decision. Now, I just had to register and I’d do that tonight. Gabe was going to talk to his parents, so if he came over to the boat, he’d be late. He wanted me to stay with him in the guest house, but being the responsible and courteous guy he was, he wanted to get their permission first.
I kind of hoped they’d say no, because then I could stay on his beautiful boat forever.
***
“I could live there!” I’d declared, but he’d just laughed.
“You say that now, but what about when the ocean swells hit ten feet or higher? You’ll be reeling and rolling around and it can be dangerous out there at the marina when the storms roll in. May not be the best place to be for you to live then. Now after you take a boating class, maybe...”
“You’re right. I could totally see myself freaking out if it got too bad. So I won’t see you tonight, right?”
“Probably. I just don’t know what time, but Ill text you when I find out. When you get to the boat, go ahead and lock the cabin when you’ve got everything stowed below. I’ve got another key I can use, but I’ll call you before I come over, if I can.”
“Okay. Thanks for this,” I’d said to him and smiled into the sunshine of the beautiful day. I felt like I’d been reborn—out of my old broken life and into this brand new, shiny relationship. We were two people who loved one another and I was excited to see where that would take us. I wasn’t hoping to get married or anything but—no, that’s not true—I’d love to marry Gabe, but I wasn’t about to tell him that yet. Didn’t want to frighten him off.
***
I read through the list again and walked as quickly as I could up and down the aisles. “Excuse me, coming through, pardon me.” I hated it when people stopped in the middle of the freakin’ aisle to chat with their friends. I didn’t have time to spare—I had a tennis game to get to. I’d found about half of the items and decided to make one more sweep to find the rest. I’d hate to have missed some things, especially as they were for Gabe.
As I rounded the corner to start again in the produce section, I spotted the store manager and decided to cut this thing short by getting some help. I walked towards him and said, “Excuse me, can I get some help, please? Do you know where these are?” He looked at me and I slid my glasses up over my head. It was obvious he recognized me immediately when he looked at my face, and then he turned his attention to my breasts and I rolled my eyes. I tried to attract his attention back to my face by introducing myself. “I’m Pepper Anderson and this is the first time I’ve been to your nice store. I can’t find some of these things.” He still stared at my breasts and I’d had enough.
“Hello? Sir? Up here, please?” Embarrassed at being caught, he finally brought his gaze back to my eyes.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Of course. Let me help you find what you’re looking for. Where’s your list, Miss Anderson?”
“Why, please call me Pepper.”
“Okay. Where’s your list, Pepper.”
“It’s right here.”
“Okay, please follow me to aisle seven. You’ll find this there.” He smiled and pointed to something on the list then he stared at me as he walked down the aisle next to me. I’d slid my sunglasses back onto my face, but I felt uneasy that other people may have recognized who I was by now.
Within a few minutes, I had everything I needed for the boat and made my way to the register, checked out and went back to the car. The store manager followed me out, anxious to help load the groceries into the trunk.
“So, Pepper. I hear that sometimes celebrities get lonely. Is that true?”
“Um, no, I don’t think they do. Why?”
“Because my name is Sean…like Sean Bean, or Sean Penn, whichever you prefer. Hey, do you know either of them?” he asked nervously.
“No, I can’t say I do.”
He looked at my face, then back down to my breasts and said, “You can call me Sean. Would you like to have dinner sometime?”
The guy was young and not bad looking, but for the first time in my life, I wasn’t lying when I said, “No, I can’t. I have a boyfriend.”
“He’s one lucky guy, Pepper.” Then I climbed into my car and rolled the window down as it was a very hot day.
“No, I’m pretty sure I’m the lucky one. Bye!”
I waved and drove away. After that fiasco, I figured I’d leave all future grocery store trips to the housekeeper. I had no idea what I was doing.
When I got to the marina, I was happy to see that the waters were calm and getting the lock open was easy. I placed the groceries next to the steps then carried them downstairs, two items at a time. I needed the cardio—not that I hadn’t had good cardio last night, twice! And once I’d got everything put away, I settled down below on the couch to call Dad, but before I could push ‘Send’, my phone rang.
“Pepper?” It was Mills and she was crying and talking at the same time.
“Hi, Mills. What is it? Do you want me to come see you?” I couldn’t help but imagine the worst.
“No! I can’t talk here. Uhm…where are you?” she sniffled and sobbed—this was serious.
“I’m on Gabe’s boat at the Destiny Harbor Marina. Slip four. You can’t miss it.”
She sobbed again. “I’m on the way. Please don’t leave—I have to show you something.”
Desperate to know what was wrong, I asked, “All I want to know is, are you okay? Should I be calling the police or something?”
“No, nobody did anything, except me. Please, let me come see you.”
Now I was worried and I said, “Come on over, girl. I’m here.”
“See you in about ten minutes.” Then Mills hung up and I stared off into space. What was going on?
I tidied up the place then went topside to sit and look at the ocean while I waited for her car to arrive. A few minutes later she arrived, and barely got the car stopped before she grabbed a bag from the back seat, locked the door and ran towards me. “Mills! Over here! I’m here!” She spotted me, waved and ran down the pier until she got to the boat and leaned against it to catch her breath.
“Pepper! Please don’t be angry with me. I need you to be my sister right now, not my mom, okay?!”
“Okay, Mills. Just tell me what’s happened?” I gave her a look that said, “Tell me the truth right now!”
“Promise you won’t yell and scream…or hate me?”
I gripped her shoulders to let her know I was there and I was calm and ready to listen. “How can I promise you anything if you won’t tell me what’s happened? What is it?”
“I think, I mean, I might be….”
“Yes?”
“Oh, I can’t say it. Here!” She pulled something out of the bag and it looked like a glucose stick, the kind that you use to check someone’s blood sugar, but when I got it in my hand, it was obvious what it was and the tell-tale blue indicator left no doubt. I couldn’t comprehend what I was seeing.
“Whose is this, Mills? Yours?”
“Yes! Why would I bring you someone else’s pregnancy test? It says I’m pregnant.”
I laughed out loud from the ridiculousness of it all. Mills? Pregnant? She couldn’t be. She didn’t even have a….oh snap! I’d forgotten all about her and Fallon.
“It’s Fallon’s baby, isn’t it?”
“Yes, of course it is.”
My eyes widened at a thought I had. “What did Dad say when you told him?”
“I didn’t tell him. I just took the test this afternoon. I’ve been suspecting for a while, but I wasn’t sure.”
“How late are you, Mills?”
“Just three months.”
“Three
months! What did you think was happening, girl?” That sounded meaner than I’d intended, but I could hardly believe she’d let this go on for three months without saying anything. That would mean that she was already pregnant at the dinner party, but by just a few weeks at most. “Never mind. What did Fallon say?”
“I haven’t told him, either,” she said honestly.
“Oh, dear.” I rubbed my forehead.
“Please, just be my sister. Don’t try to think right now, just be my sister.” How could I do anything else? I held my arms out and hugged her tight.
“Sister…always. No matter what.” I leaned back on the banquette bench and held her next to me. She’d stopped crying, but I still sensed her fear and worry about her situation. I’d be fearful and worried, too, though not over telling my parents. I’d be more afraid that I wouldn’t be a good parent but, somehow, I knew my little sister would be a perfect mother—the best mom ever, but she had college ahead of her and so much in life she wanted to achieve. I sat in silence for a long time while it sank in then I said, “Who should you tell first, besides me?”
“I think since it’s his baby, Fallon should know next.”
“Okay, where is he at today?” I tapped my finger on the table.
“Just chilling, playing video games at his house, I guess.”
“So should we take a trip over and talk to your baby’s daddy?”
She rolled her light blue eyes. “Please don’t say that. I don’t want to call him that just yet. He’ll have a choice and if he doesn’t want to be involved, that’s fine with me. I can have him sign the baby over to me completely, in that case. I don’t care.”
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