by KB Winters
The big bad wall around my heart got a chink as I studied him up close. Yes, he was older, and all those awkward, gangly teenage features had matured into a very nice, full-grown man. His jaw was less round and more chiseled and now he had a bit of a five o’clock shadow. His shoulders had broadened, as well. I imagined what he’d look like naked. What he’d feel like thrusting into me. How powerful he’d be. The thought made a shiver of excitement pulse through me. “Hi.”
He let out a nervous laugh. “Well, I didn’t expect to see you here.” He shook his head a little, like he was still trying to get it through his brain that this was real. His mouth formed words, but nothing came out, like he had all these questions to ask, and couldn’t decide which to ask first. “I tried to find you, you know. After you left.”
I nodded. “I know. I figured you did.” I didn’t actually know, but from what I’d known of Gabe’s character, I didn’t doubt it. Back then, he was a good man. He had values and morals, things he cared about and would defend to the death. People lose that with time. They get jaded and lazy. But when I knew Gabe all those years ago, he was a fuckin’ saint.
But I didn’t want to think about the Old Gabe. That kind of thinking would ruin my objective. I rubbed my leg up against his, suggestively. “I’m glad you’re here now.”
“I’m glad, too. So how have you been? What’ve you been doing?”
I didn’t want to talk about it. I wasn’t about to tell him what a loser I’d been. All the shit I’d done. I needed to concentrate on what was happening now. Namely, me seducing him into revealing his secrets and getting my money and my freedom. I leaned forward so he could see down my dress, putting my tits on full display for him. I stroked his knee. “Oh, things. So this is your party?”
He nodded. “E-Ventures is my baby. The app we’re unveiling tonight is what I’ve been working on for the last two years. Longer actually. I got the idea before that, but it’s been my only focus since I started E-Ventures. Are you . . . an investor?”
I shook my head dismissively. “No. Just came with an investor friend. You know what?” I walked my fingers up his thigh and rested my hand as close to his dick as possible without touching it. Then I cooed, “I’ve been thinking of you and that last night we had together.”
He pulled on his collar again. “You have?”
I nodded slowly, a coy smile spreading across my face. “Yeah. I never forgot about you. Think we could continue where we left off?”
His eyes clouded over with desire, and from where I sat, it was clear he was on his way to a raging hard on. This would be a piece of cake. He was so in.
“I think that can be arranged,” he breathed.
He took my hand off his thigh to stand, and I followed him into the hallway. He stopped so short that I nearly smacked into his shoulders. He looked around, a confused expression on his face. I knew that flustered look. Gabe always had trouble with making decisions. I watched a waiter with a tray hurry into a dark hallway that ended in the kitchen.
“Come on,” I said, yanking him toward the narrow hallway. All the while, I felt my nipples harden beneath my dress. My panties already wet in anticipation.
The hallway didn’t prove to be very promising. There was a small alcove with a pay phone, another that led to the restrooms and a supply closet, which happened to be locked. Besides that, we found an emergency exit door, with an alarm. I let out a breath, looking up and down the hallway, as the door at the end of the hall opened and another waiter appeared. All useless.
Outside? His car? My uncle’s car? My mind frantically scanned the possibilities, while the wetness soaked through my thong. He put his arm around me, pulling me close. He smelled good, like some woodsy cologne. His hand slid down the bare skin of my back, stopping right before the crack of my ass. His fingers tickled my skin and I shivered.
We would do this. If I had to fuck him right here, in public, I’d do it.
I spied a set of double doors at the other end of the busy room. Tightening my hand around his, I led him across the way, fighting against the tide of bodies, until finally, I pushed out into the fresh air, letting it fill my lungs and smiled triumphantly.
We were on an open patio dotted with Roman statues, a fountain, and large potted topiaries. But there were few people out here, due to a light drizzle that had begun to fall. Just a few smokers, who gazed at us with disinterest before puffing again. The surface of all the tables glittered with water droplets, which brought back memories of that wet, hot night in the back of his truck.
Immediately, I saw the oasis we’d been seeking.
It was an alcove, which housed a potted plant shaped like a swan. But behind it, there was room to hide two bodies. I grinned with satisfaction and led him there.
Gabe had always been so tentative, letting me make the first move. So it surprised the hell out of me when the second I slid behind the plant and turned around, he crushed his mouth onto mine.
I gasped against his mouth, but that didn’t stop him. Our tongues mingled easily together, and I could taste the whiskey on his tongue, feel the heat and strength of muscles that hadn’t been there seven years ago, straining against my body. Turned out, my little innocent high school sweetheart had learned a thing or two since we’d last been together. He kissed me deeper, harder, his hand reaching up, tugging my hair free of the bun. I let out a moan as his tongue probed my mouth in slow, lazy, maddeningly sensual circles.
My skin prickled with goosebumps everywhere in the light drizzle. What was wrong with me? It already felt too good, and I needed to keep control. It was as if he’d taken a course on me, studying just what he needed to do to claim me. I felt my knees weakening, and I held firm against him, desperate not to relinquish power. His tongue had won the battle, commanding my mouth, but I wouldn’t let him win this war.
“Funny,” he said with a small chuckle when he broke this kiss, breathless. “I knew I’d end up behind a potted plant tonight.”
“What?”
“Oh, nothing,” he growled, pressing against me, all hard muscle and searching hands. It was too much, and not enough. My mind spun and my body tingled with a drunken giddiness as his hands found their way to my shoulders. His fingers flirted with the fabric of my dress, slipping under the straps, before easing them over my arms, letting my tits spring free in the chilly night air before I had a chance to protest.
Not that I would. I was getting what I’d come for, come hell or high water.
He dragged his hands down to my breasts, covering them with his warm hands. They felt like heaven on my damp skin. I leaned into his touch, moaning out loud as he caressed them, hard and rough.
I cried out as he pinched each peaked nipple.
He tore his lips from my mouth with a deep, ragged breath, licking his way down my neck. I threw back my head and let out a shaky breath as pleasure and want coursed through me.
“This is new,” he said in a husky voice, kissing one of my five tattoos. This one, at the top of my breast, was the White Rabbit from Alice in Wonderland. I’d had all of my tattoos and piercings placed very strategically so that my uncle wouldn’t notice, but in my mind, once I was free, I’d get a hell of a lot more, in obvious locations where I could say a big Fuck You to him.
“Do you like?” I breathed as he licked it.
“Very much, but I like all of you. So fucking sweet.”
I clung to him, desperate, twining my fingers through his thick hair as his mouth descended lower on my body, dragging his hot tongue over my skin. He took my breast in his hand and ran a tongue over my pierced nipple. “This is so fucking hot,” he said, as his tongue flicked over the metal.
Then he sucked my already-hard nipple into his mouth, playing with the metal ball. His tongue was so slick and smooth on my skin that I shivered, falling deeper and deeper under his spell. I arched up against him, forcing more of myself into his mouth.
Because, Goddammit, I needed this. I didn’t even know him anymore, but he was so hungry
and powerful and raw, that even if I never saw him again, I knew this was right.
“I’m going to make you come this time” he growled, his hands grabbing the globes of my ass, squeezing them.
I was speechless with desire; all I could manage was a low, throaty moan. His hands dragged up my bare thighs, warm on my wet skin. Then he lifted the hem of my dress up, exposing my thong.
“God, you’re pretty,” he said into my pussy. I looked down, watching him under me. His eyes were bleary and dark with desire. “Are you pierced here, too?”
“Feel free to find out,” I said. I wasn’t, though I’d thought about it. Just my nipple and my belly button, but I thought we’d have fun in the discovery.
Maybe I should’ve cared, as exposed as I was, considering that anyone could’ve seen us, but all I could do was lick my lips in anticipation of what might come next. The drizzle had become rain. Now, the tiny drops of rain that had dotted my hair like dew on a spiderweb had multiplied, and my hair was hanging wet on my shoulders. My dress was bunched at my waist, and rain was falling steadily, small drops falling down my breasts, but it did nothing to quell the heat inside me.
His fingers found their way under my panties, and before I could think, he dragged them down to the ground. I drew in a sharp breath as he knelt between my thighs, and I eagerly stepped my feet apart, giving him access to my bare pussy.
His eyes were trained on me. Gabe was always a careful study, and the things he did, he did to completion, and with great enthusiasm. The thought of his tongue on me made every nerve in my body sizzle with electricity. I had no doubt he’d excel at it, and he wouldn’t stop until he’d shattered me to pieces.
“Do you want me to taste you, Meg?” he murmured. “Because I’ve been thinking about you forever.”
I nodded eagerly.
He bent his head and licked his way up my thigh, and all the while I kept thinking, this is Gabe. My Gabe. I’d loved the excitement of fucking strangers, but for some reason, the thought of it being Gabe made it more intimate, and infinitely, more exciting. And that we were outside, where anyone could pass by and see us? That was enough to make my every pore crackle with passion.
He paused at the place where my thighs met, his breath on my pussy warm, slow, and inviting, enough to send me soaring into oblivion. When his tongue gently touched me, just the softest, barest touch, only a whisper, I arched off the back of the wall and let out a cry.
“Oh, my God,” I moaned as his tongue circled my clit, making me writhe my back against the rough stucco wall. I bucked in time to his lapping, spreading my legs apart. Wider and wider, shamelessly, stretching the thong that had been tethering my ankles completely out of shape. My dignity was gone. I didn’t care. All that mattered was his tongue on my pussy. He slid it in and out, exploring every last fold. His tongue had a straight shot right up to my heart, igniting fireworks in every part of my body.
And then, just when I was positive it couldn’t get any better, it did. He inserted a long finger into my pussy, pumping it slowly in and out, once, twice . . .
And I lost it. Completely.
It was almost embarrassing, how quickly I came. I’d come plenty of times before, and I always knew when my climax was approaching. I chased it, egging it on, forcing it sometimes. But this? One moment, I thought I was totally in control, but the next? He threw me over the edge without warning, leaving me gasping, heat flaring in my cheeks. And it was so powerful, so ridiculously hot, I could barely stand up. As I came, I thrashed against the wall, biting my fist so hard I nearly drew blood.
Where did my Gabe learn how to do THAT?
“God,” I moaned, again and again as I shattered, releasing all the liquid heat and electricity that surged through me. I tangled my hands in his hair, grinding myself shamelessly against his mouth, enjoying him way too much.
He planted a kiss on my pussy and sat back on his heels, then removed his glasses, polishing the foggy lenses as he looked up at me. Damn, he was hot without glasses, like Clark Kent becoming Superman. The stubble around his mouth was wet with my juices, but we were all wet. Soaked, in fact. The rain was now spitting steadily out of the downspout nearby. I could probably have wrung out my red dress, it was so heavy with water. He looked sexier still, his hair hanging against his glistening face and he found my thong, stretched out around my ankles, and carefully slid it up to cover my pussy. Then, very gentlemanly, he helped to lower my wet dress over my hips, making me presentable again.
But I was far from it. Not only did I look like a drowned rat, but I was shaking like a leaf in a strong wind. Gabe, however? His hair and face were drenched with rainwater dripping down into his collar, but it made him look sexy as fuck, dangerous even. He seemed so very unaffected, like he brought women to their knees all the time. My awkward, socially inept Gabe had changed for sure, and though the way he’d made me feel was delicious, I wasn’t sure it was all good. After all, I had to stay in control if I was going to achieve my objective and get my freedom.
He slid up my body, his hands on my hips, and kissed me. I could taste myself on his lips. His voice was low and throaty, ravenous with desire. He pressed against me, his cock hard against my abdomen. “That was good. So fucking worth the wait. You taste amazing.”
Oh yes, yes, yes. I could barely make my lips move to form actual words, but it was undeniably good. My entire body felt like it was made of jelly.
But I knew we weren’t done yet. This was just the appetizer. And I was already hungry for the main course, where I’d make him my dinner. That much, I was ready for.
I nipped on his earlobe, tasting the rain on him. “Do you want to get out of here?” I purred into his ear.
Chapter 7
Gabe
Hell. Yes.
It didn’t matter that this was my party, and that we were less than ten minutes away from unveiling my greatest creation to a room full of people who had more money than God. I knew LuvMakr could stand on its own; it didn’t need my help. I could fake illness and leave early, which was, interestingly enough, a thought I’d entertained about a thousand times even before Meg showed up.
But now I had a reason.
Being with her, licking her sweet pussy, listening to the way she growled like an animal, had unleashed something wild in me, something that wouldn’t be tamed until I had her in my bed, until I was inside her. I’d had women before, but this was easily the most erotic encounter of my life.
I took her hand, and tried to lead her back inside, but she shook her head. For someone who never seemed to care what others thought, she looked suddenly very childish and afraid. She swiped a wet strand of long brown hair that had been glued to her cheek away and said, “I’m soaked. Do we have to go back in?”
I didn’t want to. Wet and glistening with her hair loose, she looked phenomenal, her skin glowing pale and angelic in the streetlights. There was a line of evergreen bushes surrounding the patio, and beyond that, the parking lot. We could have easily disappeared, and no one would’ve been the wiser. But I couldn’t leave my business partner hanging like that, especially since I was set to deliver a speech before the official unveiling of LuvMakr. And I was known for being the responsible one, the stable one. I had to at least let him know I was leaving.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out the keys to my car. “Here,” I said. “It’s the grey Audi in the back of the lot, off to the right. I just have to tell some people I’m leaving. I’ll be five minutes, tops.”
She nodded and gave me that sexy look that made me wish I could take her right then and there. I groaned when I dropped her hand as we parted.
When I went inside, the cold air stung my wet skin. Faces turned to me. Before, I’d been invisible, but that was clearly not the case now. I must’ve looked a wreck; my face wet, glasses fogging my vision, cock semi-hard. Pushing my glasses up to the bridge of my nose, I swerved around well-dressed bodies and found Heller at the bar. He regarded me slowly. “Caught in the rain, were you? What, di
d they lock you out?”
I shook my head. “I . . . needed some air. Look, I don’t feel well. I think I’d better . . .”
He set his cocktail on the bar and eyed me with concern. He placed a hand on my back. “By all means, Gabe. If you must.”
I nodded, wiping a drop of water from my nose. “Really, I’m sorry, but—”
“Not at all. What’s important is that you made an appearance. Your work here is done. I can manage the rest of the evening without you.”
I was surprised, how willing he was to let me go, considering he was the one who’d stressed how important it was that I’d be here. Maybe due to the good turnout and the early conversations he’d had, he was already counting this night as a success. “All right. Good night. Please text me to let me know how things went.”
He nodded. “Of course. You go home and get your rest.”
I’m not sure how I managed to get through the rest of the crowd and out the front door, but when I was out in the rain, it felt like freedom. I sucked in big breaths of air, then broke into a jog as I made my way through the lot. When I slid into the driver’s seat, Meg had already made herself comfortable. She’d taken off her shoes and was playing some old Journey song on the radio so loud it rattled the windows. Meg loved Journey, and all eighties music, from what I could recall. She was tapping her long, manicured fingernails on the frame of the door.
I took one look at her and wasn’t sure I could wait to get back to my apartment.
“Come here,” I said to her, pulling her to me. She slid into my arms, and I kissed her. Fearlessly, without any hesitation.
When I tore myself from her, I closed my eyes to steady myself, then started the ignition. I held up a finger. “My place is fifteen minutes away.”
She let out a long, heavy breath of air. “So far.”
Tell me about it, I thought, turning up the air to blow cold in my face. If I got much hornier, I’d have to fuck her right there. I’d have to pull her into the back seat and . . . fuck, I didn’t want a replay of our last night together. Squaring my jaw, I looked into the rear-view mirror and pulled out of the spot. “Tell me what you’ve been up to.”