by Lacey Silks
Stretching my legs forward, I started with my toes, decorating each one with a touch of cream. A blueberry rested on the center of each mound. And then came the difficult part. Supporting myself on my elbows, I sprayed the cream over my freshly waxed triangle. The coolness of the white fluff tickled me as I imagined Gabe licking it off. A cherry embellished the lower tip of the shape. I lay down flat, and squeezed the nozzle onto my nipples and placed a strawberry on top of each one.
Examining myself in the mirror above, I didn’t recognize the woman in the reflection. Sexiness beamed from her eyes, like a goddess. Her perfect hourglass curves had me open my mouth, and I understood why Gabe had always told me to close it. The perfect round hole made by my lips looked like it invited a man in.
The alarm clock on Gabe’s bed side table rang.
“Sam?” he called.
“I’m downstairs,” I yelled.
Gabe would be here in a few minutes.
Soon, I heard the sound of naked footsteps coming downstairs. I wanted to look to my right to see Gabe’s reaction but, if I moved, the flowers I’d scattered over my hair would fall off.
I heard him stop. The shades on the windows darkened, and a sound of a deep breath brought a smile to my face.
“What if someone else walked in?” Gabe came to the counter.
I saw his beautiful reflection above and noted his immediate arousal from my offering.
“No one’s here. Tristan already picked up Kendra. They took Clara with them so she could pick up some supplies. Besides, we missed dessert last night. And I’m pretty sure you mentioned something about me wearing my birthday suit for breakfast.” I bit my lip. “I hope you’re hungry.”
Gabe strolled to me, pulling his finger along my skin from the under curve of my breast, down my belly, thighs, and knees toward my feet.
“You have no idea, Samantha.” He lowered his head to my toes and licked the cream off each one. His hands took hold of my soles and began massaging.
The sensation of each lick and gentle suck on my toes sent fire up my body, concentrating in one spot. I hoped the cream under the cherry wouldn’t melt before Gabe got there.
He pressed my feet in the same pressure points he had touched in the tub, the ones that tingled right in between my legs. I wondered whether I could hold on for long enough.
“You’re not playing fair,” I accused, giggling. The strawberries on my breasts bobbed up and down.
“Who said anything about playing, fair, Samantha? Are you being fair, covering up the most delicious parts of your body?”
I couldn’t help but giggle again as he finished the last toe.
“I shall request this kind of breakfast every morning.” Gabe’s hands skimmed up my leg to my thighs. He lifted himself up on the counter and sat over my legs.
Up above, I saw his erection, and I wasn’t sure if it was just the reflection, but it seemed bigger than usual.
Holding onto my hips, Gabe lowered his head and picked up the cherry with his teeth. He crouched on all fours over me and brought the cherry to my mouth.
I accepted the fruit and lingering kiss that came with it. The taste of cream flowed from Gabe’s mouth to mine, and the pressure below my waist grew. Every part of my body ached to have him clean me where the cherry rested. Gabe hadn’t shaved this morning, which I found unlike him. He knew very well how I felt about unshaved men. Was he waiting for me to do it?
“Sharing is caring,” he said, backing up to his previous spot.
He lowered his head to my hip bone, kissed it, and then trailed his tongue just above the cream line to my other hip bone, kissing that one too. His short stubble tickled my belly.
“You didn’t shave?” I said.
“That’s right.”
“Are you waiting for me to help you?”
“No, you’ll know why soon enough.”
He returned to my hip bone again.
My hips shifted a little higher.
“Impatient, aren’t we? Is there something specific you’d like me to do, Sam?”
The joy in his voice made me wonder whether this was a good idea. This was torture. I thought I’d be much better at self-control. “Yes.”
“Say it.”
“Eat me.”
“And?” He kissed lower.
“Lick me.”
“And?” His lips touched the top line of the white triangle.
“Make me cum.”
“As you please.” With that, his tongue dove into the cream, licking it all off to get to the prize. He moved my feet higher, and I was forced to bend my knees. Gabe rested his mouth between my legs, his stubble tickling the insides of my thighs, increasing the sensation of him being there that much more.
At that moment, I understood why he hadn’t shaved. Each movement of his face against my flesh gently scraped me, sending new delight and awareness toward my center. I moaned at the first touch of his tongue on my cooled skin. The feel of his full mouth was excruciating.
His lips closed around me as he began devouring his dessert. He spread me with his fingers, drawing his tongue between the folds down to my opening. He slid a finger inside me, and I squeezed around it, pushing my center under him again. Like an expert, he returned to my swollen nub.
In the mirror above us, I admired the muscles on his back, and the way his head bobbed up and down. His left hand squeezed my hip as I bucked against his face. I wanted to put my hands on his head, run my fingers through his hair, and press him harder onto me, but I couldn’t ruin the decorations on my breasts. I pressed my soles on the counter. My palms spread flat on the surface, holding myself steady under him.
He flicked his tongue faster, suckling every few moments as if he wanted to clean the last drops of cream that crept between my folds. The hot air from his breath cooled the heat I felt on the tip and with the next flick I climaxed, shaking.
Gabe licked me up and down, waiting until the jitters flying through my body had settled and my limbs relaxed. He returned to my clit, kissing and nurturing the remnants of my orgasm.
My legs collapsed to the kitchen counter. Usually, I’d be worn out, but now all I wanted was to feel Gabe inside me.
Gabe’s lips moved to my nipple. The crunch of his mouth and the sweet smell of strawberry slid along my body. He cleaned my breast with one big lick, pulling my pebbled flesh with his teeth.
The bite sent a surge of pleasure from my breasts down between my legs, and Gabe moved to the other side. This time he lifted the strawberry with his teeth and brought it to my mouth. The sweet juice flowed from his tongue to mine as he passed the fruit. Gabe’s erection glided along my inner thigh as I spread my legs for him.
He returned to my breast and worked it with his mouth again, pulling my nipple with his teeth. I felt myself getting wetter for him with each touch of his lips.
“I need you in me, Gabe,” I whispered.
A primitive growl sounded from the back of his throat. At the invitation, he pulled himself up. His creamy mouth pressed to mine and he slid into me, filling me to my depths on the first entry. The intensity of his kiss and his longing mouth had me melting into his body as he pressed against me and pushed his slick cock in and out.
I slid back on the granite counter. The cool surface extinguished the heat under my body for a moment.
Gabe wouldn’t let go of my mouth. His kiss was deep and fervent, like it was the last time he would have me.
I tightened my legs around his hips, tying myself to him with my limbs as if they were the strings I now wanted to hold us together, permanently.
He took me into his arms and lifted me up. With my legs around him he knelt, holding my ass.
I pressed upward as his starved plunges stayed completely inside me, stimulated by my circling hips. I held him in my arms feeling myself tighten around his shaft.
He pushed in for one last time, spilling. “Oh, God!” He pulled his mouth away from mine vocalizing his release.
I kissed his cheek,
and his nose, and his chin. Gabe didn’t let me go, and I held my arms around his neck.
“I will never get enough of you,” he said.
“Ditto,” I whispered.
“I think we’re beyond a fling, and it’s...it’s—”
“—it’s scary,” I finished
He nodded, looking into my eyes. “It is.”
Gabe lifted me into his arms and off the counter, lowering me to the floor. “You’re the best breakfast I’d ever had.”
“Good.” I put on my robe.
“I don’t think I’ll ever eat at that counter without thinking of you two.” Kendra’s rosy scent floated into the kitchen.
I scooted behind Gabe as he grabbed a kitchen cloth and wrapped it around his waist, holding the short fabric in the back.
“Don’t worry, I didn’t watch you. Although, I must say, I wish I had.” She examined the mess we’d made.
“I thought you wouldn’t be back until the afternoon,” I said.
“Tristan’s plans didn’t go as well as he expected. He’s waiting for you at the front, Gabe.” She crossed her arms. The uneasiness of her body language had me worried we were in for another surprise.
“You look a lot better, K.” Gabe kept a stern focus on our friend.
“I feel better too. I’ll be out by the pool. Don’t worry, I won’t go anywhere.”
“You do, and I will hunt you down for Tristan and shove a tracker down your throat.”
“I wouldn’t leave him like that. Not again, you should know that.” She strolled past us, out to the yard without looking back.
I wasn’t sure whether it was my nerves or Kendra’s surprise entrance, but I burst out laughing.
“What’s so funny?” Gabe asked.
“I don’t know. Us. This.” I pointed to the white remnants of whipped cream.
Gabe pulled me into his arms and kissed me hard on the lips. “I’ll be back soon,” he said, pulling on his sweats.
I tightened my robe and went out by the pool to see Kendra. She sat in the lounge chair, her knees pulled up to her chest.
“Where did you guys go?” I asked.
“Tristan wanted to pay off my debt. It didn’t work. Martinez has new orders and Tristan’s trying to be a step ahead of him.”
“What does that mean?” I sat beside her.
“I don’t know. That’s what they’re talking about.”
“Are you, like, a couple?”
“No. He’s just a good friend.” Kendra’s face beamed when she spoke about Tristan.
“But you still love him?”
“That has passed. We’re too complicated together.”
Gabe pushed the door open to the back yard. His serious face told me everything I needed to know.
“Kendra, you’re going with Tristan. Sam, you’re not leaving my side for a moment.”
“Gabe, what’s wrong?”
“Tristan intercepted a call. Martinez received an order to kill Kendra.”
CHAPTER 19
Tristan and Kendra left. Gabe said his cousin would keep her safe over night. Tomorrow, when they were ready, and more security arrived, the men would go after Martinez.
I didn’t like that. I stayed in my pink sweats, bringing Gabe tea as he sat at his computer. And that’s how the rest of the day passed, with Gabe clicking, and me worrying.
“I don’t want you to leave tomorrow,” I said in the evening, pausing my reading. While he’d worked, I’d read in bed.
“I have to, Sam. You shouldn’t worry.”
“I don’t want to lose you.” I put my Kindle aside, on a fluffed pillow.
“You won’t. I’m good at my job.”
“I don’t doubt that, Gabe. But this is personal.”
“It is. I will never let them hurt someone I love again.”
My breath stilled, and my mouth opened.
After a few seconds Gabe stopped his typing and lifted his head away from the screen.
“What did you say?” I asked in a whisper with my hand near my lips.
He swivelled on his chair with a dumbfounded look on his face. “I won’t let them hurt someone I love.”
“You love me?” I couldn’t believe what I’d heard, yet my heart skipped with joy.
“I...I do.”
“What about the no strings attached, Gabe? We haven’t even been on a date. I thought you wanted a fling, like I do.” My voice trembled as Gabe crossed toward me.
“If you’ll have me, I want all strings, ropes, chains, and handcuffs if that’s what will keep you at my side.”
“Handcuffs?” My brow rose.
“Anything and everything.” He smirked. “You have a way of erasing pain and loss from my mind. I want to live again when I’m with you.” Gabe took me into his arms and kissed the top of my head. He held his lips there for a long time. “I don’t know when and I don’t know how, but I’ve fallen for you. You make me want to be a better man.”
I took a deep breath in. What he’d said sounded so good and perfect. I was afraid I’d wake up. A life without Gabe was not worth living. Was that what true love felt like? Like you’d die for the other person? Jump into fire or shark infested waters after them? After Kevin, vowing to never love again I kept my emotions under lock. But now I realized Gabe had broken through and stole my heart.
“I love you too, Gabriel.”
He touched my lips with his and lowered me onto the bed. “I will never let anyone hurt you.” His eyes glowed with a new shine I hadn’t seen before. It was the perfect blend of love, lust, and infinite desire.
When we made love that night, I tried to remember each touch, the sound of his every breath, and the rhythm of his pulsing heart. I wanted to remember our first time making love and being aware of what it meant, like it was our last time. And I’m glad I did. It gave me something to hold onto when the Grimm Reaper came knocking on my door.
CHAPTER 20
My head pounded. The smell of spoiled eggs and dirty socks filled my lungs. Chloroform.
The beating in my chest sped up, and I opened my eyes to pure blackness. Squeezing them shut, I searched my memory. I’d had a hard time falling asleep. Gabe loved me. My elation kept my adrenaline at a high of its own. We’d made love four times before we were sated. Gabe fell asleep, and I went into the bathroom. I put on my sweats to go downstairs to get some water.
Before I left, someone entered our bedroom and whacked Gabe over his head.
Gabe! I remembered screaming, but the sound was muffled by a noxious cloth over my mouth. A vase had been knocked off a table. Cool wind blew through a broken window. Then everything had faded into darkness.
Now, I took a deep breath and opened my eyes again. I waved my hand in front of my face but couldn’t see it.
“Gabe?” I whispered, putting my hands out to my sides. The surface underneath my palms felt rough. I drew my arm further out but hit a wall.
My breathing became shallow. “No, this can’t be happening.” My other hand hit a wall on the opposite side. Trying to control the fear that crept up my body, I followed the line of the wall until I reached a corner. My palms flew to the ceiling over my head and pressed against the hard surface.
The smell of earth and soil became more real each minute. Another memory flashed in my mind. A familiar voice had laughed when I woke for the first time, my hands tied behind my back, my legs bound with rope. Its knot burned against my ankles, and I thought about Kendra’s anklet, wishing I could have one so Gabe could track me. I’d gripped my left wrist, but my charm bracelet was gone. The bastard must have stolen it.
My memory flashed back to Martinez’s raspy voice. “History repeats itself, Ms. Connor,” he’d said with amusement. The stench of a homemade cigar burned my nose.
I hadn’t been able to see where we had gone, but the frequent bumps in the road and crunching under the car’s wheels told me it was remote. I’d passed out.
“Help!” I screamed now. “Help me!” I slid lower, but my f
eet touched the end of the enclosure. I hit my knees on the low ceiling trying to push myself back up. I reached behind my head, fearing what I already knew, and touched another wall.
“Gabe! Help me, please.” I released a long wail and let the river of tears flow.
I wondered how long I had before I’d suffocate in this box, buried under ground.
* * *
“Gabe! Gabe, wake up!”
Kendra’s panicked voice vibrated Gabe’s eardrums. Her fingers clenched his arm until he opened his eyes.
Morning light filtered through the window, blinding him. Sun sparkled in the broken glass scattered across the wooden floor of his bedroom. Gabe shot off his bed like a spring.
“Sam?” He ran across the floor and glass cut into his feet.
“She’s gone!” Kendra cried. “I already called Tristan. What happened here?”
“Samantha!”
“She’s not here, Gabe.” Kendra ran to his side and touched the back of his head. “You’re hurt.”
“I’ll be fine.” He raised his hand to where Kendra had touched it. A bruise had formed, and he could feel a wet sticky gash under his fingers. He turned to Kendra. “Are you all right?”
“Yes, I didn’t hear or see anything. I went for a swim after Tristan dropped me off this morning. There’s blood in the kitchen,” She skidded to the bathroom and ran cold water over a towel then handed it to Gabe.
He pressed the cloth to where he’d felt the cut. “Blood?”
“Not too much, Gabe. Your windows are broken. I saw from the back yard and run up here.”
“I don’t care about the windows. Where is Samantha?”
Kendra took him by the shoulders. “Someone took her, she’s gone!”
Gabe’s chest emptied as if all the air had been knocked out of his lungs. His heart froze as Kendra’s words sunk in. A gut feeling in the pit of his stomach warned him of a dire situation. The same feeling he’d had when Jo had been taken.