by S. Valentine
“G.” He shook her gently. “We’re here.”
“What?” she murmured, opening her eyes.
“We’re here.”
“Oh.” She sat up and unclasped her seatbelt. As she looked for her handbag, Darion climbed out of the car. He sprinted around it to hold the door open for her. Silence descended upon them as they made their way toward her door. He felt a stabbing pain in his chest. He hated goodbyes, even if they were only for a short period of time. He’d been so used to having Gina around that he knew he’d feel a little lost without her.
“Thanks for the ride, Daz.” She rummaged in her bag and retrieved her keys. “I guess I’ll see you when I see you.”
He nodded. “Send your mom my wishes.”
“I will.”
“Make sure Johnny meets you in London.”
“I will.” She understood he was worried about her and chuckled. “Make sure you keep that bitch in check,” she added, and he knew that she was referring to Eva. Gina had never been a fan. She’d always sensed there was something odd, perhaps even sly about Eva, and she had been right. “And look after Gabi.”
He nodded. He would try his hardest to.
Chapter Eleven
Gabi
From the corner of her eye, Gabi noticed Darion weaving through the dancing crowd. He hadn’t noticed her yet. He garnered looks of admiration from several giggly women he passed. He strode tall and confident, towering over most of the men with his 6’2” frame. As he scanned the bar, Gabi caught his attention by giving him a wave. His stern features softened, and a smile tilted his lips.
“What do you know…” Suzie chuckled. “He’s even better looking in person.”
Even Mallory was transfixed. She’d always been fond of Darion since he’d rescued Gabi from ‘soul-destroying-Lawrence,’ the nickname she had given Gabi’s ex. Although Darion had his issues, Mallory knew he had a good heart, and his intentions were good.
Darion nodded to the girls in acknowledgement when he was before them.
“You know Mallory. This is my friend, Suzie.”
“Hi, Suzie.” He flashed her a slow, devilish smile that must have unnerved Suzie, as her cheeks flushed slightly red.
“Hi.” She waved.
Darion then leant down and brought his mouth down hard on Gabi’s. She expected a quick peck, but his tongue massaged hers with a possessive urgency. His hands cupped her face, and he kissed her more powerfully. Gabi felt herself sliding slightly back in her seat from the pressure of him against her. Public displays of affection didn’t bother Darion. He didn’t care who was around. If he wanted a kiss, then he’d get a decent kiss.
Eventually he pulled back. Gabi giggled softly when she saw Mallory and Suzie wide-eyed, looking impressed. Darion told them he was going to the bar, and offered them all a drink. They declined in unison. As he sauntered off, Gabi was unable to refrain from watching his firm ass slowly vanish through the mass of people.
When he returned a moment later, he slid on the seat next to Gabi and grabbed hold of her hand. Taking a long, slow sip of his whisky, he began talking with the girls. The way he nodded along, asking questions, Gabi could see he was genuinely interested in what they had to say. She was pleased. Having her boyfriend get along with her friends meant the world to her.
She squealed excitedly when a familiar beat filled her ears, and an intense desire to dance overcame her. “Heads Will Roll” by Yeah Yeah Yeahs was playing. She pleaded with the girls to dance with her again. When they refused, Gabi practically dragged a hesitant Darion to the dance floor.
“I told you I don’t dance, Gabi,” he said, his mouth curving upwards.
“You don’t need to properly dance. Just hold me.”
He placed his hand flat on her lower back and pulled her into him. Her breasts were pressed firmly against his chest, and her pelvis against his groin. They danced together, their stares intact. As the flashing colourful lights danced in his luminous green eyes, the soft vocals of the music filling her ears, and being so close to him, Gabi felt that warm feeling of being in love. She was smitten with Darion, and there was nothing she could do about it. She’d tried many times not to fall for him too fast, too hard, but she’d lost the battle. He was everything she ever wanted in a man, and more.
As he rotated his hips, rubbing his body against hers to the beat, her heart slammed in her chest. Darion’s hand slid down to her buttocks, causing her to inhale sharply. He devoured her hungrily with his stare, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. Moving her hips in sync with his, she felt her body burning up. His hands roamed all over her, cupping her behind, skimming up her waist, and snaking around her neck. He pulled her in for a kiss.
Gabi was unsure whether it was the heat radiating from Darion, or the busy room, but her body became moist with perspiration. She brushed a strand of hair away that had stuck to her forehead.
As she circled her hips continuously, she could feel that Darion had become aroused. With each soft kiss he placed on her neck, her skin tingled in its wake. Goosebumps raced across her skin. She closed her eyes and moaned softly. Her knees trembled slightly as a needy ache loomed between her legs. She was drunk, and so turned on.
“Gabi…” he murmured softly into her ear. Then he said the words she would never tire of hearing. “I want you now.”
His fingers trailed up her leg, slowly aiming for underneath her dress. Gabi’s chest tightened. The touch ignited a spark in the pit of her belly. As his fingers crept higher, almost between her legs, her eyes shot open. She instantly came to her senses. Not there. Not in full view of everyone. She tried to pull away, but the soft strokes which were now between her legs tantalised her, sending an involuntary excited thrill up her body. He circled his fingertips with delicate precision. She squirmed again, trying to free herself. It was no use. Darion’s other hand was around her waist, holding her captive, pinning her against him. She glanced over her shoulder, to see if anyone had noticed his brazen fondling. Luckily they hadn’t.
“Stop…” she ordered, her voice stern, however her treacherous body betrayed her, straining toward his touch.
She snaked her fingers in his hair, bringing his face to hers, and slipped her tongue in his mouth, massaging it, needing some sort of release—anything. He pulled back with a low, dirty sounding laugh. Gabi pushed toward him, as her body rippled with tendrils of ecstasy. The room seemed to be spinning. Everything was a blur. All she cared about was his touch, and the naughty obscenities he whispered in her ear.
She felt his tongue trace along her neck, and then he was kissing it firmly, hungrily. When his teeth dug in, she cried out in frustration. Her nipples stiffened, desperate to be touched. Her core burned and ached, needing more.
As his skilled, dominant fingers continued to tantalise and tease her clit, she was lost in the sensations coursing through her body. She writhed in excitement. The need to be relieved of the teasing was torturous.
“Darion, let’s go somewhere…” She panted. “Now…”
“Aren’t you enjoying it?” his voice was rough, his expression dark and possessed.
“Yes, but not here.”
“We’ve done stuff in a club before,” he reminded her, challenging her with a lift of his brows.
Yes, they had, although it had been on the second floor, where entry had been forbidden. They’d been caught and humiliatingly thrown out by the bouncers. Not that it had fazed Darion. To him, getting caught was part of the thrill. If it happened, so what?
Even though people were dirty dancing around them, grinding against one another, and were probably way too drunk to even notice, it was too risky.
“You like it, Gabi?” Darion’s hot breath was back in her ear, enticing her, urging her to be a risk-taker, like a devil on her shoulder.
“You’ve no shame, have you?” Her voice came out in breathy pants.
“You like that about me.” He tugged her earlobe with his teeth.
“I can’t take it anymore.”
Her voice was low and needy.
Darion removed his hand and smoothed down her dress. He snaked his arm around her waist, and indicated for her to follow him. As she wove through the crowd, she was relieved to see that not one person had been paying any attention to them. Darion led her toward the booth where Mallory and Suzie were sitting.
“Gabi’s coming outside with me for a smoke,” he told them.
“Sure.” A drunken Mallory giggled. “Take your time.”
“Oh, we will,” Darion muttered so that only Gabi heard.
He entwined his fingers with hers and set off for the bathroom. They entered the women’s room, Darion hasty and impatient in his manner. She knew he wouldn’t care if the room was occupied. He didn’t embarrass easily. Gabi felt her muscles relax when she noticed it was empty. With his hands still greedily exploring her body, Darion wasted no time in leading her inside a cubicle.
She noticed that when he pushed the lock on the door, his pupils were glinting dangerously, full of longing. A slow smirk crept across his face. Gabi could hear the sound of his heavy breathing. Hooking his fingers in her underwear, he dragged it down her legs, and tossed it to the floor. He then lifted her up in one swift movement, and sat on the toilet lid, settling Gabi on his lap. Her legs were positioned around his waist.
Unzipping his jeans and releasing his erection, Gabi wrapped her fingers around it. She slid her hand up and down the shaft repeatedly. He grew thicker and harder in her palm. With the other hand, she massaged his balls gently. Darion’s features contorted in pleasure. He hissed through clenched teeth, his hands curling into fists. She increased the pressure and speed until he was rock hard and ready.
Pulling her dress up to her waist, Gabi guided the slickened head of his erection to her moist entrance. Arching off his lap a little, she carefully slid down onto him, taking him inch by inch. When she was fully filled, she instantly melted into the feel of him. Her head dropped back as she whimpered in ecstasy.
Darion bucked his hips upwards, his length sliding in and out of her, hitting her inner walls, her sensitive G-spot.
“Ah, Darion…” she murmured, grabbing fistfuls of his hair. “You feel so good.”
As his thumbs circled her nipples through the material of her dress, she felt them harden and strain against the fabric, wanting to be freed. As if sensing her desire, Darion pulled her dress straps down, and eased her breasts out. He massaged her acutely sensitive nipples before welcoming a tender breast into his warm mouth. His tongue swirled over the nipple, causing it to stiffen. He licked and sucked greedily, letting out rough, frustrated grunts. Gabi whimpered as he cupped her other breast with his free hand. She tightened the grip on his hair as she arched her back, crying out with overwhelming pleasure.
“So…beautiful…Gabi,” Darion murmured.
Needing stimulation along with Darion penetrating her, Gabi took hold of his hand and placed it between her legs. His thumb met her throbbing clit. He stroked over it back and forth tenderly. His gaze was intense on her, and she knew he was watching her every squirm, listening to her every moan, and taking in what movements of his pleasured her. She knew Darion wanted to press all of her buttons, satisfy her like no other man had, or ever would.
She closed her lids tightly, shutting everything out to concentrate on the sensations pulsing through her. Darion rocked his hips upwards, sliding in and out. She felt herself contracting around him, her inner muscles pulsing.
“I love you, Darion.” Gabi tugged at his hair, now gauging his reaction.
He was silent for a moment. She was almost certain she saw a flash of worry cross his face. She saw his Adam’s apple dip as he swallowed. Surely he could say it. He had said it before. Gabi averted her gaze, feeling the burn of shame in her cheeks, which she knew probably matched the colour of her heels. She felt foolish. Did Darion remember saying he loved her in the playrooms? Did he remember asking if she loved him whilst in the shower? Had he meant those words or had they been said because he’d been lost in the throes of passion?
“Gabi.” He seized her face with both hands. He thrust upward without cease, his breathing loud pants. “Sometimes it’s difficult for me to express how I feel.”
“Why?”
He shrugged a shoulder. His teeth clamped his bottom lip as he threw his head back, close to losing it. “I need to love you my way.” It wasn’t a plea, or a question. His tone was firm, as if that was all he could offer her.
“Okay.” She nodded in agreement, hoping not hearing the words often would be enough for her to still feel secure in their relationship.
Before she dwelled on the matter, and probed him with further questions, he grabbed hold of her wrists. He slung her arms around his neck. She used him for balance as she resumed sliding up and down.
Darion’s tongue met hers as he licked with long, firm strokes. His mouth absorbed her cries. Gabi felt an orgasm building as her stomach coiled with tension. Slowing her pace, she froze on the spot at the sound of a door opening.
She looked at Darion, awaiting further instructions. When he shrugged a shoulder, and continued to plunge into her, she attempted to disentangle herself. As she smoothed her dress down, Darion grasped her by the arm, pulling her into him.
“Don’t stop,” he commanded.
The sound of the door to the cubicle next to them flung open. Gabi didn’t dare move a muscle through fear of being heard. Darion, however, resumed rocking his hips, sliding in and out of her. His thumb circled her clit again. She had to bite onto his shoulder to suppress her moans. Darion chuckled lightly, clearly amused by their situation.
Sensing she was close, he changed the pace of his thrusting and slowed down. The pleasure between her legs built higher. Darion slid his hands up her sides again to cup her breasts. When he flicked his tongue over her nipple once more, she whimpered.
“Fuck…” Darion clenched his teeth.
Gabi felt a burning sensation in her loins; unsure whether she could hold the release off any further. She prayed silently and desperately that the person in the room would leave. She heard the cubicle door open, and then the sound of footsteps. Water gushed from a nearby tap. Please leave, please leave. Darion’s thrusts were relentless and as his fingers gripped her waist tightly, slightly painfully, she knew he was about to fall apart. It was literally a second after the sound of the door opening and closing, that silence descended upon the room.
With Darion slamming into her violently, and now tonguing her nipples, she climaxed in sharp, intense waves. Throbbing and convulsing, her heartbeat was so erratic, she felt as if it’d explode through her chest. Before she got a chance to catch her breath, Darion followed close, his features contorted, his body rigid. She could feel the pulsing of him inside her. His body stiffened and she felt the powerful orgasm engulf him as he emptied into her, grunting and shaking.
“Fuuuuck…”
They sat in a shattered heap for a moment. Gabi squeezed her lids shut, willing her body to return to normal, for her pulse and breathing to slow, for her achy limbs to strengthen. She then focused on Darion, and together they burst into hysterics at the craziness of the scenario.
“I needed that, Gabi,” he told her, pinning her with a serious look. “Gina left for London today. I don’t know how long she’ll be gone.”
Oh. Gabi tried to keep her face straight, to not show any emotion. It wasn’t the worst news she had heard—one less past conquest of Darion’s to worry about. She was shocked, nevertheless. Gina had worked at the club for years. Not only was she Darion’s employee, but a close friend whom he trusted and confided in. “Why did she leave?”
“Her mom’s not well.”
Gabi swallowed. Guilt twisted her heart, as she then felt sorry for Gina. Darion rubbed at the stubble on his chin. She could tell he was distressed.
“Are you okay?”
“I will be.” His brow furrowed as he wiped the back of his hand across his forehead to remove the slight sheen of sweat. He tentatively eas
ed his now flaccid, but still impressive length from out of her.
“Anyway.” She climbed to her feet. “We need to stop having sex in public.”
“Impossible.” A slow smirk surfaced on his face, a naughty glint shimmering in his eyes. “When I want you, I can’t control it. I have to have you.”
“You’re a sex addict,” she teased.
“I’ve been called worse.”
“I bet you have.”
“I’m keeping these,” he said, scooping up her discarded underwear and putting it in his pocket.
“Darion…”
“Let’s get back to your friends.” He ignored her, standing up and readjusting his clothes. “They’ll be wondering where we are.”
Her gaze lifted to accommodate his height—her sexy boyfriend. She embraced him, burying her head in his chest, wanting to feel his big protective arms around her. Planting a kiss firmly on her forehead, he took hold of her hand, and led her out of the room.
Back in the bar, Gabi found Mallory and Suzie laughing hysterically at something. Gabi slid into her seat casually and picked up her drink. As she sipped it, she avoided eye contact, knowing the girls’ intrusive stares would send a heated blush through her cheeks. She felt a gentle breeze up her dress. As she glanced at the people all around her, she did in fact feel a little naughty and mischievous by holding the secret that she was commando.
“How long is your cigarette?” Mallory asked Darion. Gabi could see her friend was trying her hardest to keep a straight face.
“About eight inches,” Darion teased as he sat down.
Suzie almost choked on her drink, whilst Mallory’s lips formed into a grin. Gabi slapped Darion on the arm lightly.
“What?” He leant back in his seat, a mischievous grin on his face. “I know a euphemism when I hear one.”
“Gabi.” Suzie turned to face her. “I want you to be Godmother.”
“Really?” She put her palm against her chest, surprised but touched by the request.