Five Brothers' Christmas Surprise

by Nikki Chase

  Gabe laughs. “Okay, let’s keep it simple then. How do you like your job, Jacqueline ?”

  “Eh,” I say, “I expected the long hours and the exhaustion. I didn’t expect there to be so much admin work. I barely see my own patients. I spend most of my time in front of a computer .”

  Gabe turns to me with tenderness in his eyes, like the way he used to look at me when we were both younger. Except there’s something else in there: desire .

  He opens his mouth to speak, but electronic beeps from somewhere inside his jacket interrupt him before he could even start .

  Gabe takes out a pager. The dim light from the screen glows hauntingly, intruding on our date .

  “Damn it,” he curses .

  “Is it the hospital ?”

  “Yeah, I have to go back. Sorry,” he says. “Let’s get you home, okay ?”

  “Uh, yeah… Home. Okay.” I get up and follow him down the boardwalk. “But I have to say… you’re building up a history of saying things you don’t mean .”

  Gabe laughs .

  “You said we’d have dinner,” I say .

  “We did have dinner .”

  “We had, like, half a dinner.” I hold up my cardboard container for him to see. “Actually, this looks more like two-thirds of a hot dog, so I only had one-third of a dinner. And you just threw away your hot dog into that trash can over there so I can’t even tell how much is left .”

  “Okay, I owe you the other half of dinner.” Gabe chuckles, but then he grabs my ass cheek, pulls me close, and whispers in my ear, “But remember, you owe me one night in my bed .”

  My core clenches. He touches me like he owns me, like I’m his possession. And it makes me want to surrender .

  * * *

  I give Gabe the directions to Karen’s apartment, and the car pulls up in front of it .

  This conspicuous car… There’s no way it’ll go unnoticed if Gabe were to really drop me off at home. My mom would definitely get excited about me snagging some rich surgeon or something .

  But even before my mom realizes who’s taking me home, Gabe would recognize our house. He used to drop by all the time, after all .

  “That was a good first date, angel,” Gabe says .

  “Says you.” I smile .

  “Well, it wasn’t a complete date. If you spend the whole night with me—” Gabe puts his hand on my cheek and leans in “—I’ll convince you .”

  I close my eyes and part my lips for him. His kiss is forceful and impatient. I have no doubt he’ll be just as dominant in bed, and the thought thrills me .

  We don’t have much time, so he ends the kiss and I step out of the car, my pussy tingling with anticipation .

  I call a cab to really take me home as I watch Gabe drive away .

  Damn it, Gabe. The more I see you, the more I want you .

  Yes, it was a good date. But it wasn’t a “good first date.” Because it wasn’t our “first .”

  Our real first date was eight years ago .

  The opening night of the new Art Center. There were fireworks. Literal sparks. And you still treated me like I was just some kid .

  Jacqueline

  M y jaw drops when a tray is placed on the table that I share with Karen .

  As if nothing’s out of the ordinary, Gabe sits down beside me and takes a big bite of the egg. “Ugh, this tastes like Styrofoam .”

  “Thank you,” Karen says without missing a beat. “That’s exactly what I said. Styrofoam and cancer .”

  Gabe laughs, and I turn to stare at him .

  Under my breath, I ask, “What do you think you’re doing ?”

  “Joining you for lunch,” he says. “What does it look like ?”

  “I thought we were keeping a low profile .”

  “On what? This?” Gabe points at me, then at himself .

  I nod .

  “I never said that. Besides, you don’t think people already know you’re mine? You saw the way they stared when we were going out on our hot date, right ?”

  “It wasn’t a hot…” My voice trails off as I realize something. “That’s not the point. Don’t you think this looks a little unprofessional ?”

  “No, I don’t, actually. I don’t care who people have lunch with,” he says .

  “Let him stay, Jacqueline,” Karen says. “This can only be good for us. Dr. Kent, how well do you know Dr. Kerry from cardiology ?”

  “Not well enough to know if he’s seeing anyone, but well enough to tell him a cute intern is interested in him,” Gabe says .

  “That’s well enough for me. I’d appreciate it, especially if you throw in the word ‘cute’ like you just did .”

  “See, Jacqueline?” Gabe asks. “It’s not a big deal. Everybody in this hospital is seeing each other. We spend so much of our lives here, it’s hard to have a life outside of it. So nobody cares .”

  “You know what, that is sad but also true,” Karen chimes in. “You know who I saw having sex in the on-call room last night? Dr. Goldman and Dr. Stewart .”

  Gabe raises his eyebrows, but then he calmly says, “Good for Dr. Goldman .”

  “Right?” Karen asks .

  How are these two so chummy? They’re supposed to belong to separate boxes. Karen is still in my “workplace” box, but Gabe keeps insisting on breaking out of my “family” box and invading the other ones. Stay where you belong, Gabe !

  To be fair, though, I was the one who invited him into my life again through a work event. So I really don’t have a leg to stand on here .

  For the rest of the lunch, I have to listen to Karen fill Gabe in on the latest hospital gossip. Presumably, she’s trying to get on his good side so she’ll have a better chance of getting to know Dr. Kerry .

  Traitor.

  When she finishes eating, Karen checks her watch and gets up to leave .

  I start to stand up on my feet, but a strong hand wraps around my arm .

  “Sit down.” Gabe says it in a calm tone, but there’s an air of authority in his voice that forces me to obey .

  So I obey .

  “Good girl.” It’s almost like he’s a different person compared to the guy who just had a light, casual chat with my friend. He says, “I thought I’d try to keep my work and personal life apart, but that didn’t work out very well yesterday, did it ?”

  “No,” I admit .

  “So now I’m not waiting for some time off to give you that punishment .”

  “What punishment?” I ask, as if I haven’t replayed our conversation hundreds of times in my head, as if I haven’t fantasized about all the dirty things Gabe’s promised to do to me .

  “I have to punish you for making me wait, angel. I told you I would.” Without any further explanation, Gabe gets up with his plastic tray and leaves me wondering .

  What is he planning to do ?

  Jacqueline

  “L ooking for something?” A deep voice asks as the door clicks shut .

  It’s Gabe .

  What is he doing here ?

  Since the lunch a few days ago, we haven’t spoken much, although he always acknowledges me when we pass each other in the hallways .

  Everyone’s already starting to talk about us. I don’t know if it’s because they saw us leaving together last Thursday, or if it’s because they saw us eating together at the cafeteria, but people are talking. And that’s not good .

  I mean, what if word gets out that we’re seeing each other and the news reaches my family ?

  This is the kind of headache I’ve been avoiding by always separating everyone in my life into separate boxes. But sometimes people don’t like staying where they belong .

  For example, ever since I started working here, my mom has been seeing a shrink at this hospital. Because of boring stuff involving insurance providers and my staff benefits, it’s now cheaper for her to do that instead of sticking with her old shrink, whom she didn’t like anyway .

  I was against it in the beginning, but I couldn’t com
e up with any good reason why she should stick with her old shrink .

  I know her schedule so I try not to work on those days—this is so my mom won’t get any ideas about searching for me in the hospital and getting to know my colleagues .

  So far, it’s been working out well .

  But it feels like everything’s teetering in a precarious balance, just waiting to crumble to the ground. And now, with Gabe in the mix, it has turned into a dangerous game of cat and mouse .

  “What are you doing here?” I turn around to face Gabe .

  He smirks as he walks down the short hallway and into the main part of the hospital bedroom. His footsteps tap across the linoleum floor, slow and ominous .

  “What are you talking about?” he asks, looking like he knows exactly what I’m talking about. “You’re here to see me .”

  “No, Dr. Crenshaw told me to… I… Uh… What?” I pull my brows together in confusion .

  “I told Dr. Crenshaw that I needed you to help me with something,” he says with a lopsided smile, “but I didn’t tell him what it was .”

  My heart beats faster with each step he takes .

  I’m happy to have some time to spend with Gabe, of course, and it’s so sweet of him to have arranged things with Dr. Crenshaw. I kind of like having Gabe stalk me for a change .

  At the same time, he also kind of scares me .

  I feel so much for him because of our history, which he’s not even aware of. To him, I’m just some slutty girl he’s just met, and he has no reason to care about me, beyond getting his dick wet .

  And even though I love him like I always have, I don’t really know him .

  This realization breaks my heart, but after eight years apart, I feel like he’s changed so much that he’s practically a stranger. I’ve been enjoying getting reacquainted with him, but the fact remains that I don’t know what he’s capable of .

  He said he was going to spank me and punish me. Is it about to happen now? Is he really going to do that right here ?

  As if to answer my question, Gabe stops just a few inches in front of me and says, “I told you I was going to come for you, didn’t I ?”

  I nod as his breath lands on my skin, raising the fine hairs all over my body .

  “I told you I was going punish you.” Gabe grabs the hair on the back of my skull and pulls me into a bruising kiss. He claims me with his lips, giving me a small taste of what’s to come .

  When he pulls away, I’m panting and wanting more. My pussy is tingling, and I want him to kiss me again. I need another dose of whatever he has just given me .

  “I’ve been waiting to do that all week,” Gabe says .

  I put my hands on his back and try to tug him a little closer, but he’s not budging .

  “I’ve been waiting to see that face again. Your cheeks flushed with color, your lips open, and your eyes…” Gabe pauses as a smile spreads across his handsome face. “Your eyes tell me I’ve got you right where I want you .”

  I look away, but what’s the point ?

  He’s right. I’m putty in his hands. It only takes a few words and a kiss from him to turn me into a horny little submissive girl, eager to do his bidding .

  Gabe leans in to kiss my neck. I’ve seen this move on TV but I’ve never thought that it would feel this good. Goosebumps spread across my skin. My lips part and a moan escapes .

  “Be quiet,” Gabe says. “Someone may hear .”

  I bite my lower lip obediently .

  To be honest, the moan surprised me too. I’ve never made a sound like that, not even when I’m alone in my room with one hand on my e-reader and another hand in my pants. I don’t know where it came from, but it sounded kind of sexy .

  Gabe runs his hand down my side. My legs almost give way when his fingers travel up my thighs and lightly graze my pussy over my scrubs .

  Oh God, how am I supposed to be quiet with Gabe’s mouth on my neck and his hand on my pussy ?

  “You’re wet.” Gabe pulls away and levels his gaze at me as his hand lazily rubs my pussy. “I can feel how damp your panties are .”

  I squirm under his scrutiny. I should probably say something, but I can’t find the words. My whole body feels hot and hyper-sensitive .

  These new sensations are almost overwhelmingly delicious and I crave more. More of what, I don’t know. More of whatever Gabe has to give me .

  Luckily, Gabe seems to have the same idea. I’m almost disappointed when he pulls his hand away, but then he slips it inside my pants. He runs a finger back and forth over my wet folds, making embarrassing squelching sounds .

  Gabe’s green eyes watch me intently. I don’t know what he sees on my face—arousal, embarrassment, worry—but he seems to like it .

  I hold on to his strong, muscled arms as light shivers rip through my body .

  With a satisfied smile, Gabe raises his fingers to his mouth and takes a lick. “You taste good, angel .”

  I turn bright red. He just freaking tasted me !

  “Open your mouth,” he says .

  I don’t know what he’s about to do, but at this point I can’t think anymore. So I obey .

  Gabe slips his fingers, still slick with my juices, into my mouth. His breathing grows heavy as he watches me. “Close,” he says, “and lick my fingers clean .”

  I’ve tasted myself before, and I think it’s not bad. It’s thick, salty, and a little sweet—just as I remember .

  But this is something different. This is not just about me licking my own wetness .

  As I wrap my lips around Gabe’s fingers and lick them with my tongue, I’m fully aware that it’s an act of pure submission .

  Me tasting myself doesn’t give me any pleasure directly. I can assume the same for Gabe having his fingers sucked on .

  And yet… Yet as our eyes meet, a surge of arousal bolts through my core and my thighs involuntarily clench together. Gabe’s pupils dilate, turning his eyes a deep shade of jade .

  He’s just as hopelessly turned on as I am, and the knowledge only fuels my desire further .

  As if he can read my thoughts, Gabe takes my hand and puts it over the bulge in his pants. My heart pounds in my chest as he presses my palm over the hot, hard package .

  What am I supposed to do now ?

  A more experienced girl would know what to do. The kind of girl who picks up guys for one-night stands would certainly know what to do .

  But I don’t. I probably have less experience than the average seventh-grader, and it’s all because I’ve been waiting for Gabe, waiting for this moment .

  And now, is the fact that I’m a virgin going to turn him off? Twenty-four is kind of late for someone to still have a V-card .

  And while that’s probably not super rare, the kind of girl who’s still a virgin at twenty-four probably also don’t go around propositioning random guys for casual sex .

  He’ll know something’s off .

  But when I awkwardly rub Gabe’s bulge over his pants, he lets out a soft groan. He breathes through his open mouth and his thick, dark eyebrows pull tightly together .

  I’ve never seen a sight so sexy in my life. And that groan… I’d give anything to hear that again .

  Gabe smirks as he wiggles his fingers in my mouth. “Wanna try the real thing, angel ?”

  I swallow .

  What do I do now ?

  I mean, yes, I want the real thing. Yes please .

  But he’ll find out I have no idea what I’m doing as soon as I try .

  But then again, he’ll find out anyway when we actually have sex .

  Maybe it’s okay. He’ll probably just think I’m bad at it .

  I raise my gaze to meet Gabe’s and nod, his fingers in my mouth sliding around with the movement of my head .

  “Say it,” Gabe orders .

  “Yes.” My voice is muffled by Gabe’s fingers, which makes it sound strange, but my answer seems to please Gabe, which is all that matters .

  “Good girl,” he says.
“Now get on your knees .”

  I follow Gabe’s order. The floor is hard and unyielding, but I can do this. I want to do this .

  My heart hammers against my rib cage as the big, hard bulge tenting the front of Gabe’s pants sits at my eye level .

  Gabe’s metal buckle opens with a clang. He looks down at me while a cocky smile plays on his lips. “I’ve been fantasizing about this for days, just you on your knees with my cock in your mouth .”

  An image appears in my mind, of Gabe lying in his hotel bed at night, stroking his cock while thinking of me .

  I hope I’ll live up to his imagination .

  “I was going to spank you, but I have to admit you had a good reason for not showing up that night, so I’m giving you a lighter punishment,” Gabe says as he unzips .

  He pulls out a big, intimidating monster of a cock from his pants .

  Jesus, I wonder how long it’s going to take before I tap out .

  That looks like something that requires expert handling, and I’m so far from an expert handler it’s not even funny .

  I almost feel like I should’ve practiced on a few cocks before moving on to Gabe’s impressive member, because it’s just… I don’t know how I’ll even… I just… I’m at a loss here, okay ?

  I can’t look away from it. It’s dark, thick, and it has veins running along its length, pulsating with Gabe’s heartbeat. This may sound strange, but I feel like I know why they call it “being intimate” now. It really feels like Gabe’s revealing—literally—a very private part of himself .

  And as stupid as it may seem, I feel privileged to see this side of him. The old Jackie never had such a chance .

  Gabe puts his hand on my head, and it immediately makes me gush again. It feels like he’s so much higher above me, like he’s my master and I’m just a slave to his desires .

  He pulls my hair and tilts my head up until his hot cock rests on my face. He sways from side to side, rubbing his shaft against my cheek. His balls press against my chin .

  I raise my hands up to touch him, but Gabe stops me. “Put your hands behind your back, angel.” He pets my head when I comply and says, “Good girl .”