Busted.
“For your information, I give really good head. He keeps me around for when he wants me to give him the business.” I said sweetly.
I washed my hands while glaring daggers at them.
Both girls were frozen, unsure of what to do or say. They came unstuck when I walked out of the bathroom, swinging the door open so hard that it slammed against the wall also. I stomped my way back into the main part of the restaurant. Gabe saw me coming, and instantly took in my expression. Alarm came over his face, but then settled when he saw the women exiting behind me. Shaking his head, he looked down to his feet and contemplated his boots.
I walked up to stand beside him and watched the two women walk to their prospective dates, and immediately commenced talking shit about me. I could see the faces of the dates, and each ones showed clear disgust. Their faces became more and more animated before the beefier of the two broke off from the group. He marched over and tried to stick his finger in my face.
Except that, he got nowhere close.
One second he was marching towards me, and the next he found himself face down on the floor.
“I don’t really care what those ladies told you. You do not come up to my woman threateningly. If you have a problem, you come to me. I had better not ever find out you did this to some other woman. Have some respect man.” Gabe said as he pushed off him.
He did make sure he kneed him in the kidney first though.
Right as he stood up, our buzzer started going off, so I grabbed Gabe’s hand and pulled him towards the hostess station. The hostess gave us a wide berth as he seated us in their most secluded section of the entire place. Apparently, he felt a little uncomfortable having us in general population.
Dinner was a success though. Our first date went off without too many hitches.
“I really enjoyed our cook. He was pretty awesome with his spatula.” I said to Gabe as we made our way outside.
“Yea, that’s cause he thought you were hot, so he gave you more attention than he did anyone else.”
Shogun’s was your typical Japanese restaurant. They seat you around a large flat grilling surface where the cook takes the orders for everyone that surrounds his cooking station. He would cook everything to your specifications, and entertained us in the process. My favorite was the onion volcano.
“Yea, I’m pretty sure this scoop neck t-shirt and jeans really did it for him.”
He stopped abruptly and turned to look into my eyes.
“You are a very beautiful woman. Those women were just jealous of you. You don’t have to dress up to be the classiest person in a room. You can pull that off with some yoga pants and a t-shirt. They’re just jealous bitches who have no place in our thoughts.” He said before giving me a quick kiss and resuming our trek across the parking lot.
As usual, Gabe moved the bike even though he had a front row parking spot. He did this for two reasons.
One being he doesn’t like to be too close to other cars in case he needs to get out of the area fast. The other being that he doesn’t want anyone touching his bike. There was one rule among bikers, and that was that the bike was sacred. You don’t mess with other bikes, and bikers knew that. Regular people do not.
I’d enjoyed the heck out of our date, snotty bitches or not. I just wish I’d had someone take a picture of us. I’d yet to get a picture of the both of us together, mostly because Gabe wasn’t the picture type of person. Apparently, bad asses were allergic to pictures. The only ones I ever got were the shots where he wasn’t paying attention. Also, the ones that he accidentally was flipping off the camera. It was amazing how often that happened.
I was pulled from my thoughts with a jolt as Gabe sent me careening to the ground. Gravel dug into the palms of my hands, and I looked up just in time to see Gabe plant his booted foot in a man’s face. Gabe’s foot landed on his jaw with a sickening thud, and the person was down for the count. That wasn’t the case with the other person. He’d jumped on Gabe’s back and tried to subdue him with his arm around his neck.
Adrenaline was coursing through my veins as I watched Gabe drop his right shoulder and use the attacker’s momentum against him. Over Gabe’s shoulder he went, and slammed him into the ground. Gabe went Stone Cold Steve Austin on his ass and power slammed him into the gravel, making his head bounce off the gravel. One punch to the jaw and the other attacker was down for the count as well.
It took all of fifteen seconds from start to finish. Which was pretty fucking scary if you asked me. The amount of strength he had in one hand probably could kill me with one blow like the one he’d just given to the man lying on the ground. Not that he would ever use that kind of force with me. Anything he ever did would be a total accident; never would he intentionally hurt me.
Gabe scanned his surroundings once more before coming to me.
“You okay?” He asked.
He wasn’t even winded in the slightest. His hair was a little out of place, but other than that you would never be able to tell that he just kicked two guy’s asses.
I nodded my head, and regarded him.
“That. Was. Awesome.” I said to him enthusiastically. “Will you teach me how to do all of that?”
“I’ll teach you whatever you want, honey. Let me see your hands. Fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for you to hurt your hands but it was just the fastest way I could get you down. The little fucker had a fucking tire iron.” He said while inspecting my bloody palms.
A groan sounded from one of the morons on the ground, and Gabe went to them while I called the cops.
Gabe was persuasive with his fists, and the man let us in on why he thought it’d be a good idea to hurt us. Turns out the women from the restaurant told their men that I threatened to “hurt them in the worst way” while I was in the bathroom with them. Therefore, the dates decided to take it upon themselves before getting all of the facts. Now they would be going on a trip to the local slammer all because they’d trusted their dates over just collecting some more information. Pretty sure that was worth it. Not.
Flashing lights poured over the shadowed parking lot and my favorite cop was there to check on us.
“Everything alright?” Luke asked as he walked up.
“Yea. These morons here thought they could sneak up on Terminator here. Little did they know Gabe was going to pull out his bad ass and show it to them. Gabe did a couple of fancy moves, and all of a sudden, they were just lying there, out cold. I think I should have videoed it. This could’ve been one of those YouTube videos that went viral. Maybe if we could-” I answered but laughing interrupted me.
Both men were looking at me as if I was crazy.
Shaking his head Gabe asked, “What are you doing here, anyway? Aren’t you a detective or something?”
“Something like that. They let me do what I want. I heard on the scanner that it was Ember so I came. Wasn’t too far away. Got someone watching my girl, and figured I could stop by real quick to check on you both before heading home.”
“Luke, if you ever need anyone to watch her, I’m more than happy to do it.” I threw out there.
He smiled in appreciation, and then turned back to Gabe. They spoke for a few more minutes. Statements were made, and then we headed home.
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Studying what I had to wear I settled for some of my old comfy volleyball shorts that were so tight you couldn’t wear anything but a thong with them, and a camisole. I didn’t like wearing bras, and this was one of my ways around wearing one. I grabbed one of Gabe’s flannel shirts out of the closet and shrugged it on too. Gabe kept it like a meat locker in here. Not one time was the AC set on anything above sixty-eight. I also wasn’t one to complain, so I made sure I always have a blanket or shirt nearby.
I walked out of the room and towards the kitchen. It was time for something to eat. Grabbing a bag of Chex Mix Muddy Buddies and a coke, I left the room, but instantly turned around when I heard Gabe yell for a beer. I found myself doing this a lot.<
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Walking in to the living room, I was immediately assaulted by the sound of gunfire. Rolling my eyes, I set everything down and sat at the edge of the couch with my ads and my coupon binder.
“What the fuck is that?” Gabe asked.
Looking up I met Gabe’s eyes.
“What’s what?”
“That.” He said gesturing to my binder.
“This little gem is my coupon binder.”
“Why would you need a coupon binder? Don’t you have a good job?”
“Well yea, now I do, but I didn’t used to. I had to save any way I could. I don’t like to touch my inheritance, makes me feel like I was exchanged money for their lives. Anyway, I became engrossed in saving money where I could. Which then turned into an obsession. I don’t by anything that’s not on sale. I price match, and I never pay full price for anything. Nobody will go to the store with me anymore. They get embarrassed when I pull out my coupons and ads.”
“Thanks for the heads up.” Gabe said, “Give me some of those.”
I reached for the bag, but found them empty. Oops. I’ve been doing that a lot lately. I’m eating like a cow, but still managing to lose weight. Aces.
“Um, no can do. I ate them.” I said holding up the empty bag.
“Wanna play?”
“Nah. I have about three hundred more coupons to cut out. Thanks for the offer.”
“Sniper is behind you, James.” Gabe said.
I looked up and saw he was wearing his earphones, and then rolled my eyes. Whomever they were playing against didn’t stand a chance when the guys teamed up. Then again, they were probably playing against twelve year olds.
I was starting to get hot, which wasn’t that surprising since the flat screen put off so much heat, and I was working my arms out by cutting out all of my coupons. You wouldn’t think that it would be that hard, but once you hit the hundred mark your arms started to burn. I pulled the shirt over my head, and tossed it behind me on the couch.
A while later I had all the coupons cut and stacked in neat little piles when Gabe’s voice interrupted me.
“Would you get mad if I scattered all of those coupons when I fucked you on the coffee table?” Gabe asked.
Glancing up at Gabe, I noticed that the game was still being played, but Gabe had lost focus. He was staring at me with an intense expression.
“Why do you need to do it on the coffee table? There is a perfectly good floor, a recliner, a couch, and a wall just right there.” I said seductively.
He ditched the headphones and controller, and wrestled me to the ground softly underneath of him in between the coffee table and the couch.
“These pants sure make your ass look great, and this shirt doesn’t cover your nipples very well. I can see every bump and the outline of your nipple through the white. You don’t wear this out in public do you?” He asked while leaning down and sucking my nipple through the camisole.
I didn’t answer. His erection was grinding against me just right, and I’d lost all cognitive ability except for the direct line that led from my hoo-ha to my brain. I moaned long and loud when Gabe shifted onto his back, taking me with him, and then thrust up while pulling me down into him. I threw my head back and savored the feelings that this man always made me feel.
Distantly, I became aware of yelling in the background, and the sounds of gunshots from Gabe’s game, but paid it no mind as his body did delicious things to my own.
Gabe’s hands pulled the camisole down until my breasts popped free, and then sprang up to his forearms and devoured my nipples with his mouth. I was arching against him, rubbing myself hard against his body when he suddenly stopped.
I cried out, but was instantly appeased when my shorts were torn off me and Gabe’s hands were between his legs, working himself free from his tight jeans.
“I need to be inside you, now.” Gabe said before slamming into me.
“Yes.” I moaned out long and loud.
This position wasn’t getting Gabe the penetration he wished for, because one second I was on top of him, and the next I was back against the couch with Gabe on his knees beside it pounding inside of me. I watched as his slick flesh penetrated me in and out. Each stroke of his cock taking me higher and higher. Watching was making me closer and closer to another orgasm, and I reached up and pinched my nipples, adding to the already swirling sensations happening inside of me.
“Oh, God. Touch yourself. I’m not gonna last when you play with your nipples like that.”
Complying with his wishes, I left one hand on a nipple while the other snaked down to my clit. The first touch of my finger, added to the effect of his cock pounding inside of me, started the downward spiral of my orgasm. Flicking my clit faster, I worked myself quickly.
Gabe’s cock hit my cervix with each rough thrust, and I returned my gaze to where we were connected, and lost it.
Sensations built inside of me and burst hurdling me into another mind-blowing climax. Gabe’s followed shortly after mine, and still I watched our connection.
“Like what you see?” Gabe asked.
My eyes flicked to his stare, and then went immediately back to where we were still connected. Gabe’s erection was still hard, not losing any of its hardness after his climax. I let my hand travel down from my clit and feel around our connection. It was amazing that he fit inside of me. He was so huge, bigger than any man I’d ever seen. Not that I had much to compare it with, only the porn magazines Cheyenne and I used to sneak out of our brother’s room when we were younger and curious.
“What are you thinking about?” Gabe asked.
“I was wondering if your cock was bigger than most. I don’t really have anything to compare it to, and I was curious. I was just trying to remember when Cheyenne and I were fifteen and looking at James’ porn magazine. There weren’t that many penises, because it was a magazine for men, but still there were some in there.”
Gabe laughed and gave a little thrust of his hips, sending his cock a little deeper inside of me.
“I don’t really know. Never was the type to compare my dick with friends.” He laughed out.
Smiling at him, I said, “I have a ruler in the other room. Maybe we can measure it real quick.”
“Nah. I have some different plans for you at the moment.”
Then he showed me those plans.
In great detail.
Chapter 10
Sometimes I wake up grumpy; other times I let her sleep.
-T-shirt
Ember
All eyes turned to me as I walked into the bay area of the garage. Everyone was there. Gabe, Blaine and Elliot, Sam and Cheyenne, James, Jack and Max. All the boys had beers in their hands, and the girls were drinking what looked like sweet tea.
“So who forgot to invite me to the party?” I asked the group.
I was messing with them of course. I just woke from my afternoon nap. It was Sunday, so I was allowed to be lazy. I woke up to an empty house, so I took the opportunity to try on my new workout compression shorts that had a holster for my pistol built in. I was admiring how great the compression part sucked in the fat when I decided I needed to show this puppy off, but first I had to find the gun.
I went to the closet and started to search for my firearm when I came across a small box on the top shelf of the closet. Curious by nature, I slipped the lid off and looked inside. The box was full of pictures. Grabbing the box, I took it with me to the bed and had a seat. I dumped the entire thing out onto the bed. Some of the photos were old, and somewhere much newer.
Starting at the bottom, I looked through and found a family photo of a young Gabe, a handsome older man that looked like a slightly older version of Gabe now, and a beautiful woman with shining brown hair. They looked like the perfect little family. It’s hard to imagine that Gabe lost such beauty in his life. Setting the photo on the nightstand, I went about sorting through the pictures. Some were of old army buddies, others of a much more tired looking version of his m
om. Even a few of him in high school.
I smiled when I saw the one of a group of men in the desert. I spied Gabe first. He had his shirt off and tucked into the front of his pants. His rifle was slung cross ways across his chest, and he was smiling big for the camera. His dog tags hung between his well-defined pecs, and he was wearing a pair of Oakley’s covering his eyes. He had both of his arms slung around two men. They were shirtless as well, shirts tucked into their pants in nearly the same way. Their guns were resting on their shoulders, and both were laughing full out. This one made me happy, so I decided to keep this one out as well, and placed it on top of the family photo.
Closer to the front was when the pictures started getting annoying. That was where all the women were.
One photo in particular caught my eye. The picture was of Gabe in his dress uniform, and a young woman who looked vaguely familiar. Not sure why, but something about her stood out to me. Gabe looked so handsome in his uniform. Metals were pinned to his coat, colors of all kinds stood out starkly on his left breast. The woman clashed with him in the looks department. She was wearing a form fitting green dress that looked entirely inappropriate for what looked like an army function. Her hair was up in a tight do that made her face looked pinched. She also wasn’t smiling, but neither was Gabe. This must be Sidney.
Feeling a little killer like, I decided maybe I should put the pictures up before I went to the back yard and started offering burned pictures as a sacrifice. Or seeing if I could make a voodoo doll. I felt a little hostile right now, and would probably jump her sorry ass if I had her in the same room with me for any amount of time.
Standing up, I gathered the pictures and shoved them back into the box, making sure to grab the two that were on the nightstand and placing them onto the dresser where I could get them later. I put the box back where I found it, and then went in search of my new gun.
I found it in the kitchen. Why? I don’t know, but hey, who am I to question a man’s way of thinking?
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