Pick Me (Wait for Me Series Book 2)

by Walters, Dawne

  Looking at the pot roast in the fridge didn’t help either. It got worse. The fat from the roast was starting to congeal from the cold. She turned around, opened the door under the sink and the trashcan slid out. Bending over it, she tried to heave as quietly as she could into it. With nothing in her stomach, she wiped her mouth on the back of her hand, pushed the plastic can back under the sink and closed the door. Walking over to the pantry, she pulled out some crackers and a ginger ale from the shelf. Looking back, she grabbed the can of spray cheese that she loved and tip-toed back downstairs to her room. Away from the smell of the pot roast, Colette felt one hundred percent better. After half the stack of crackers and cheese and the whole ginger ale, Colette tucked in and fell asleep.

  _____

  Gabe and Brock were out early on the flight line pulling maintenance on the swash plate assembly trying to tweak it just right. It was the one thing that Gabe hated. The mechanism was a combination of two plates, one fixed and one rotating that attached to the main rotor. The plates control each blade's pitch, or angle of attack. Gabe jumped down, satisfied with the end result, went in and called his pilots to check it out. They’d been playing with it for the better part of two hours because something was ‘sticking.’ Vague term, but he’d roll with it. After the pilots did their thing for about an hour, checking the pitch and angle, they were pretty satisfied. Now it was on to painting the tip caps of the blades. There wasn’t nearly as much dirt in the air here in Savannah as there was in the desert for sure, but he got out the spray can and started spraying the blades.

  Gabe’s friendship with Brock after Colette had come home had strained just a little where June was concerned. He’d sat down with Brock at lunch yesterday and told him that he was still going to move forward with winning Colette back in his life. Brock’s reaction was surprisingly positive. He’d always thought his friend was crazy for going after the Brigade Commander’s daughter. Not only because she was a white girl, but because she wasn’t in the scene. After Gabe had told Brock that he’d give it all up, his best friend sat there shocked. Never in his life did he think he’d give up his dominant ways for a woman.

  Talk had turned to June, and the friends thought it best to not have June come over unless Gabe wasn’t there. Not that she was a temptation to Gabe, but if Gabe was going to win Colette back, he didn’t want to have June at the house if Colette was to come over. Especially when Brock could so easily go over to June’s apartment, because Gabe couldn’t stay with Colette at her parents’ house. That was a no brainer. Brock had even apologized for offering Gabe into his scene with June. It wasn’t that he couldn’t handle her, no. He really enjoyed watching other men punish his woman and the pleasure she derived from it. Then, he’d sweep in for the finale and fuck her brains out. This wasn’t often, but both he and June enjoyed it.

  Gabe was more of a one for one guy. He didn’t typically like to share. However, for the five years that he and Brock were friends, Gabe hadn’t really dated anyone on the regular, so it wasn’t an issue. Now however, it was an issue, a big one. He had told Brock the night he’d first seen Colette that he would not, no way in hell, share her with any man or woman for that matter. He was going to be selfish and keep her all to himself.

  The day seemed to drag on and on for him, when menial little things would pop up or he’d end up helping the other crews. He couldn’t wait until tomorrow. He had an early flight. Just routine, but there were two ships headed down to Florida to a small airstrip. They usually parked there and took a van to Hooters or some other restaurant, ate, and came back.

  Finally, two o’clock came and Gabe shut down the APU, closed all the windows and doors on his helicopter and put his flight helmet in his locker. He turned toward the open hanger and made his way out to the parking lot.

  He was a row over from his car when he saw June standing by Brock’s mustang, which was parked right next to his. She still had some bruising under her eyes from her broken nose, but the splint and the bandaging was finally gone. Now, looking at her, Gabe couldn’t stand her anymore. How she just stood there and flaunted what he’d done to her to Colette at the pub, he just didn’t get it. She was being a vindictive bitch, but that’s okay. He wasn’t dating her, and he and Colette were re-building. He didn't really give a flying fuck about June anymore. He’d once respected her, but not anymore. No more.

  “Hey Gabe,” June said, waving at him as he neared his car. She moved to stand behind the mustang. “I was wondering if I could talk to you for a moment.”

  “No, June,” he said, monotone, making his way closer, pulling his keys from his pocket. “I’ve got shit to do.”

  “It’s important,” June said, stepping in-between the cars. “You’ll want to know this.”

  Gabe stopped and crossed his arms over his chest, saying nothing now that his path was blocked. He could easily move her, but his gut instinct said not to touch her or trust her. He could easily side swipe her, and she’d say he’d pushed her or something. His only recourse...stand there and listen to her, or tune her out.

  “I thought that you’d like to know that you have competition.” She leaned a hip on Brock’s car and a finger slid over the tail light.

  Gabe said nothing, looking bored.

  “You know her friend Carter,” she made the little air quotes with the word friend, then began stroking the tail light again, looking down at it as if concentrating, “she’s been fucking him you know.”

  June looked up to see just a glimpse of Gabe’s reaction before he hid it and smiled an evil grin. She’d hit her mark. That bitch, Colette wanted to break her nose? She’d make it her personal mission to make Colette’s life hell.

  “It’s been going on for awhile now.” She looked up at Gabe through her eyelashes, acting all innocent. “I didn’t want to tell you before...well, because you were all...in lust or whatever, but now, I thought you should know that she’s been stepping out on you.”

  Gabe’s heart sank to his stomach. This couldn’t be true. The few months that he and Colette spent together, there were only a small handful of times that they were apart. When he was flying late, when she was working late and decided to go home to sleep, or when she was in school. This. Was. Bullshit.

  “June, stop,” Gabe held his hands up. “Just, stop.”

  June stepped up to him and put a hand on his chest lightly, Gabe froze, his body rigid. He looked at his car as she spoke.

  “I know that I’ve pissed you off. I get it,” she said softly. “Do you really think that a guy and a girl can be friends? You know he’s a Dom too, don’t you? Why do you think she took to being your submissive so easily?” June looked up at him as she asks the last question.

  Gabe’s gut twisted. He was going to get sick. But right now? Right now, he was pissed, and the one thing he wanted to get away from...was June.

  “Get off me,” he growled. June complied. “Now, get the fuck out of my face.”

  June stepped back, leaning against Brock’s car again as Gabe made his way to his door and hit the locks with his key fob. Just as he opened the door, June started again.

  “You want to know why he calls her kitten?” she smirked.

  He remembered that day in the mall when Carter had called her kitten. She said he was just a friend.

  “Because she meows a little bit each time he fucks her.” June smiled a big wide smile now with the look of shock on Gabe’s face. “I overheard them at the pub when they thought they were alone. She said that her favorite position is on top. She just tells everyone that she hasn’t tried it, because she feels like a slut when she’s on top.”

  Gabe couldn’t move. He could only look at June as she spoke.

  “Oh, and her first boyfriend, Captain Matt Singleton.” She inched closer behind Gabe this time, so he turned around. “The reason that she stopped seeing him wasn’t because he forced her to have sex with him a few times,” she shook her head slowly now, “it was because he fucked her ass. She said that she came so hard,
she squirted all over him. After he finished, he called her a slut because she liked it. She felt ashamed for liking it.” She paused dramatically. That should do it. Get graphic and he’d be a goner. “That’s why she left. Because he’d called her a slut, and do you know who she ran to? Carter.”

  Suddenly pulled from this revelation, Gabe looked at June sternly.

  “Why now June? Was it because she broke your nose?” He had his car door open and was standing in front of it. He had to turn this around on her, use this against her. “Why decide to tell me now? Why not before? Are you deliberately trying to hurt me? Or her? Or is this because I wouldn’t fuck you when you begged me to?”

  June was actually shocked. “No. Gabe, I would never do...to hurt you. You gave me the best orgasms of my life.” She inched even closer. “I just look at this now as a debt that I have to pay to you.”

  “Shitty ass timing if you ask me, and a little too vindictive,” Gabe said, turning to get into his car and closing the door.

  June just stood there watching him.

  “Hey June.”

  Brock.

  June spun around to see Brock approaching her with a smile on his face.

  “I didn’t know you were here. Why didn’t you text me?” he asked.

  “Just wanted to surprise you,” she supplied quickly. “I...um. I also apologized to Gabe for what I said at McGruder’s about the whole thing with Letty.” She slid up to him and put her arms around his neck.

  Gabe watched in his side mirror as Brock slid his hands to June’s waist. He couldn’t tolerate to hear anymore. He backed out, not giving a shit if he hit June. He flipped a couple fingers up from the steering wheel in a half-assed wave to Brock, and drove out of the parking lot. He replayed the conversation over and over again with June in his head as he made his way home.

  Even after he made it home and up in his room, as he stepped out of his boots and flight suit, it ran like a loop in his brain.

  She’s been fucking Carter.

  He’s a Dom too.

  He calls her kitten because she meows every time he fucks her.

  Matt Singleton called her a slut after fucking her ass. He didn’t force her.

  She liked it.

  Then, she ran to Carter.

  How credible was all this shit that June was spewing, and why now? He just poured his heart out to Colette. He’d disclosed everything, and what had Colette said? Nothing. She asked the questions. She acted like she was the hurt party. Oh God...did she run to Carter after she left him in the street?

  Oh fuck no.

  This couldn’t be happening. Not now. Not after they were getting on the right path. Not after she said that she needed time, but they could see each other.

  Perfect. Fucking. Timing. As usual.

  His night at the gym kept him busy with a few new clients he’d picked up. As he took them through the motions at the gym, he’d put off the thoughts in his head about Colette and Carter until he hit the steps after saying good night to a few of the other personal trainers that were still there at eight o’clock. He had a flight at seven. So he went home, pulled out one of his plastic containers that had his chicken and vegetables already made and tossed it in the microwave. After a quick meal, he went upstairs and got a shower, then slid into bed and tried to force himself to sleep.

  Unfortunately, a faceless Matt Singleton was fucking Colette in his dreams while he watched. Then, there was Carter with Colette, again while he watched. And finally himself. He watched as his other self made love to the girl that he was falling for. It wasn’t gentle. It was rough. He woke up covered in sweat from the insanely erotic dream, aroused as all hell. It was like he was a third in each sequence. His cock twitched under the covers, demanding attention. Gabe looked at the clock to discover he’d only been asleep for forty minutes. Rubbing his face with his left hand, he rolled over and tried to go back to sleep.

  But it wouldn’t come quickly enough for him.

  Chapter Eleven

  She looked like fucking perfection.

  Colette stood there, in the hallway to his living room. The only light reflecting off her creamy skin was from the TV. She’d put on one of his long sleeve dress shirts she’d gotten him for Christmas. It was her favorite. The dark purple one. Her hair was down around her shoulders, the red flamed tips covering where her nipples were. The shirt was only brought together with two buttons. The ones right at her breasts. The buttons on the sleeves were unbuttoned, and he looked but couldn’t quite make out if she had panties on or not. She looked so innocent.

  Carter turned the TV down and tossed the controller on the sofa beside him. He couldn’t sleep, so he’d left Colette in bed and came out to the living room so that he wouldn’t disturb her. He leaned forward a little to clear his view beside the lamp and crooked a finger at her to come forward. Slowly, Colette made her way so that she was standing just a few feet from the sofa, her arms hanging by her sides, her head tilted to one side with a soft smile on her lips and her hazel eyes sparkling just for him.

  “Closer Kitten,” he said in a soft yet gruff voice.

  She stepped closer, so that she was standing at the edge of the sofa. Her smile was just as shy as before.

  “Open it,” he whispered.

  Slowly, Colette brought her hands to where the only buttons were and her fingers deftly undid the buttons of the shirt. With the edges of the shirt in her hands, she paused before she opened the shirt to him, revealing her naked body. Her pert, full breasts with tight pink nipples were puckered, her little tummy that she hated so much, wide hips that he loved. He looked down more and saw that she’d waxed for him again. God he loved it when she waxed. Her thick thighs looked just as soft as the rest of her skin. His hands itched to touch her and his cock was pushing against his black boxer briefs, wanting out. He wanted to be inside of her. Now.

  He stood slowly and took Colette into his arms. His mouth moved down to kiss her forehead, then down to kiss each of her eyes, down to her left cheek and then he licked along her jaw. When his mouth met hers, it was a tangle of tongues and little bites on each other’s lips. He teased and she gave it right back to him. He tugged her bottom lip, licked his way back to her ear and sucked the skin under it.

  “I want you to suck me kitten.” He kissed her below her ear again, licking her skin with his kiss. “On your knees baby.”

  Colette smiled as she let go of the shirt and got to her knees. She knew better than to reach for his boxer briefs. Sometimes, he’d have her take them off, other times, he’d do it himself. This time, he did it himself, and his hard thick cock sprang out. The tip was already wet. When she was on her knees, she always felt intimidated by the size of his cock. His boxers now on the floor around his ankles, Colette went to reach for him.

  “Mmm...no hands,” he said in that gruff sensual way. “Put them behind your back.”

  Colette put her hands behind her back and clasped her hands together. Carter slid his hands in her hair, pulling it all behind her and twisting it in his right hand. His left hand gripped the base of his cock. Slowly, he pulled her head to him.

  “Open,” he whispered.

  She opened her mouth and she was rewarded with just the head of his big cock. Immediately, she closed her mouth around it and swirled her tongue around the cap and the sensitive slit, tasting his pre-cum. He didn’t move at first, just letting her taste him and lick him. Then, slowly, he pulled her hair back and she released him with a pop.

  Carter slid his hands again through her hair and pulled it so that his hand was in the back of her head instead of the base. He pushed her forward again and she opened her mouth to take him in. Instead of stopping to let her taste him, he pushed her head further onto his dick. He felt the back of her throat and she gagged for a moment before he pulled her off just an inch, then back in. He did this for a few minutes so that she would get the gist of the rhythm he was going to set for her.

  “Open your eyes and look at me kitten.” He looked down at her
, her mouth full of his cock. He wasn’t even halfway in. “Relax your throat muscles and take as much of me in as you can. Okay?”

  She nodded her head as much as she could before Carter started a slow rhythm again.

  “I want you to look up at me the whole time.”

  She took a deep breath through her nose and let it out, trying to relax as Carter pushed in farther. Fuck, she felt good. He pushed back farther, and he could tell that she was really trying. He pulled her hair down, giving him more of an angle to the back of her throat, and he pushed in more. She was heaven.

  “Relax kitten,” he groaned. “One more inch and you won’t be able to breath, but I’m not going cut off your air supply for long.”

  Pushing in more, he saw the panicked look on Colette’s face when he was further down her throat. Her eyes began to water and her body tensed. He was a little over half way in her mouth now. He took a second to take her to memory, then pulled back that little inch that he’d just taken, and Colette took in air through her nose. She struggled to push him out of her mouth, but he just shook his head.