by S. Valentine
“Oh, yes…”
He watched her as his tongue and fingers pleasured her. She knew how he loved to see how she reacted to his touch. His cock jerked against her leg again, and knowing he must be insanely frustrated too, she reached down for it. It was rock hard and warm in her palm. She slid her hand up and down, wrenching a low, feral growl from his throat. She circled her thumb over the tip, spreading the moisture around. He clenched his teeth. She loved seeing him aroused, it made her want him even more. Darion removed her hand, to her astonishment. Then he gathered saliva in his mouth, and licked up her palm, soaking it. His face was shadowed with a dark hunger, and he positioned her hand back on his cock. Now, when she moved, she slid over him with ease, his erection slippery.
“Ah, Gabi…” He plunged into her deeper, matching the rhythm of her movements on him. “Get up.”
She was left hanging, her body burning at the absence of his fingers and mouth. “What?”
He shuffled up the bed, and made himself comfortable. “Dance for me.”
“Now?” her voice was high pitched with shock.
His fingers curled around his penis, and his tongue swiped across his lower lip. “Now.”
“Darion,” she tried to protest, not sure if she could concentrate when her lower region was on fire, at the urgency for release.
He didn’t speak. He nodded his head in the direction of his mobile. Reluctantly clambering off the bed, Gabi obeyed. It had been a while since she’d given him a private dance. She remembered what Mallory had told her before, “Darion is clearly a man who easily gets bored sexually. Just keep him on his toes.” She didn’t know why she hesitated. She liked dancing. She also liked the way her confidence soared under his appreciative stare at her nakedness. She picked up his mobile and scrolled through his music albums. She settled on “Sexy Boy” by Air.
A smirk surfaced on Darion’s face, a dangerous gleam appearing in his pupils as if he liked her song choice. Her stomach clenched nervously as she began to slowly sway her hips. Then she scolded herself for being silly. She’d known Darion quite a while now. They had experienced so much together sexually, and she’d bared herself to him completely.
She swivelled her hips, whilst running her fingers gently down her neck. When she reached her nipples, and fondled them, Darion bit his lip. The jerking movements on his cock slowed, as if he were trying to hold off the climax.
“So…fucking…sexy…” he panted.
Gabi turned her back on him, circling her hips, giving him a full view of her behind. At a steady pace, she leant forward, and touched the floor. She wiggled her ass from side to side, which provoked a muffled grunt from him. Skimming her hands up her legs, she straightened again. Darion hands were now either side of him, his chest rising and falling. His lip curled back into a snarl, and his gaze swept over her.
“Do you want me?” she asked, sliding her palm down her smooth, firm stomach.
“Don’t stop.”
Following his instructions, she lowered her hand. As she massaged her clit, the burn amplified. A soft sigh seeped through her parted mouth. Delighted vibrations spread through her. It felt good, but she wished it were his fingers. Her ego swelled under his intense stare. Darion squirmed, his legs stiffening. He inhaled audibly.
She sashayed toward him and straddled him, her legs either side of his. She moved her body in ‘S’ shapes, and resumed fondling her clit. When she slipped a finger in on a gasp, Darion made a sound of agonised ecstasy.
“That’s it, baby…” His head rolled back slightly so he could take in the erotic scene. His eyelids narrowed as if he was hazy and drunk with lust. He was clearly seduced.
Gabi’s thighs trembled with each plunge of her fingers. Every nerve was pulsing. As she withdrew and rubbed at her clit, Darion quickly slid down the bed. She yelped when he guided her over his face. His tongue swept over her entrance. Her body quivered and she gripped the top of the bed for support. Heat spread up her chest as he sucked and licked with his warm, wide tongue.
Hearing his ferocious groans, she straightened, and glanced over her shoulder. He was sliding his hands up and down his shaft again. The image of herself sitting on his face in the mirror piqued her arousal. He jabbed at her with the tip of his tongue, lapping away. Her body twisted and turned in pleasure. He was so good with that mouth. She cupped her sensitive breasts for a second, before stimulating her clit again.
“You…taste…so…good,” Darion mumbled.
“Come here…” she pleaded, shuddering with rising excitement as his fingers filled her.
Needing his own release, his hands caught hold of her hips. He pushed her onto her back, and positioned himself over her.
“Do you want me?” he asked, his cock jerking before her face.
She took it into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. “Yes.”
She didn’t get time to prepare herself, as he withdrew and thrust between her legs swiftly. Ah! She wriggled at the impressive length and width that stretched and filled her. Darion flexed his hips, driving into her deeper. Her legs instinctively encircled his waist. Gabi perved at his lean, muscular torso which glistened with sweat. His body was built to pleasure. He was an expert between the sheets, and she knew the women in the playrooms must have missed him like crazy.
With merciless pounds, his hands came up and gripped the sides of her throat. His expression was both menacing and pained. “I fucking love you, Gabriella Woods,” his tone was vicious, his pupils blazing. “Don’t you ever forget it.”
Her heart rate sped up at his aggressiveness during sex which sent her delirious with lust. She knew he’d never hurt her. “I love you too.”
Enjoying every deep, forceful plunge, Gabi felt the ache of an orgasm lurking inside. Darion pushed in as deep as he could. The pressure built in her groin, and she feared she’d lose control. She shattered underneath him on a loud moan, her body trembling, her sex tightening and contracting around him. Darion’s brutal slams were fast and frantic. He came on a long, drawn out moan, his face screwed up. He continued to rock his hips until the last tremors died down.
“Ah, fuck…” His body went rigid and he collapsed on top of her. “That was amazing.”
“It was,” she agreed, feeling satisfied and exhausted.
Darion lifted himself up, and lazily reclined back on the bed. Always one to sleep naked, he scurried under the covers. Gabi joined him, draping an arm and a leg over him.
“Darlin’.” He nibbled her lips gently before pulling away. “Are you sure you wanna be with me?” She noticed the flash of distress on his face.
“Are you crazy?” She sat up. “Yes, Darion. I do. More than anything.”
She couldn’t comprehend how this man who was handsome and confident on the outside, could be so insecure, and uncertain on the inside. His vulnerabilities made her love him even more, even though at times it worried her. She liked how only she and a few select others got to see the real him.
She snuggled up to him again, her head resting on his chest. She yawned, and knew it wouldn’t take her long to fall to sleep. When she peeked up at Darion, she saw he was gazing into the distance and it was clear there was an internal battle going on in his head. Lines of worry creased his forehead. As much as Gabi wanted to question him, she was unable to keep her heavy lids from closing.
Chapter
Twenty-Seven
Darion
The next morning Darion couldn’t refrain from grinning like an idiot. He may not have had a chat with Gabi about everything yet, but she’d said she still wanted to be with him. At least that was one less thing to worry about.
Unlocking the door to his apartment, he was met with the loud crying of Preston. Dropping his keys on the side, he headed toward the living room area. Gina was rocking him back and forth, trying to comfort him. Darion raked a hand through his hair, and tentatively took a few steps forward. He desperately wanted to help Gina, but he was afraid of holding the baby. He was so tiny and fragile
he worried he’d accidentally hurt him.
Settling on the sofa, he peered over at Preston, who was pressed against Gina’s bosom. She had chosen not to breastfeed and used a bottle.
He swallowed as he took in Preston’s skinny legs and arms. He was definitely underweight. Odelia had been much bigger at that age. His colouring was also still a tad greyish. Gripping onto Gina’s finger, Preston wailed at the top of his lungs before his cries became soft moans, due to him getting tired.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m knackered,” Gina murmured. When she lifted her head, he noticed she really did appear exhausted. Her face was paler than usual, her eyes red and puffy, and her blonde hair a tangled mess down her back. She definitely wasn’t the Gina he used to know.
He was about to offer to take Preston, but kept his mouth shut when she lowered him into a Moses basket. The baby was now snoring gently.
“Do you need anything?” he asked, taking hold of her hand and squeezing it.
“No. I’ve got everything I need.”
“Have you eaten?”
“I had a sandwich earlier.” She yawned.
“How was he last night?”
“He cried every hour.”
Darion chewed his lip. “I’m sorry, G. I should have been here.”
She scraped her waves up into a high ponytail. “Where were you?”
“At Gabi’s.” He studied her expression, but it was unreadable. He guessed she didn’t even have the energy to show her emotions. “Have we got any hospital appointments coming up?”
“Next week.”
Silence loomed over them for a moment. Darion then broke it. “I’m sorry I’m not much help. This whole baby thing is all new to me, G. I don’t even know where to begin.”
“It’s okay. I guess we’re both learning as we go along.” She shuffled closer to him. “You need to hold him soon. He won’t know who you are.”
“I will.”
Gina leant down and rummaged through a blue bag with an elephant on the front. She retrieved some white mitts and put them on Preston’s hands, careful not to wake him.
“It’s not that cold, is it?” he asked.
“He needs to wear these. He keeps scratching his face.” Gina looked at him and grinned for the first time in a while. “Did you think these were winter gloves?”
He shrugged a shoulder.
“Come on.” She held out her hand. “I need to teach you how to prepare his milk, how to bathe him, wind him, and get him to sleep.”
He hooked his hand in hers and allowed her to drag him to his feet. Once in the kitchen she explained to him how to make his bottles. Then she flipped through a baby book, and read the important parts. Darion fidgeted the whole time, drumming his fingers on the counter, chewing his lip, tapping his foot on the floor. It still hadn’t properly sunk in that he was a father. It was crazy.
“You need to read this.” Gina shoved the book at him once she’d closed it. “One of these days you’ll need to look after him on your own.”
Blowing out a puff of air in exasperation, he shook his head. His confidence diminished rapidly. “I don’t think I can do it, G.”
“You can.” Switching the kettle on, she grabbed two mugs and began making coffee.
Darion slid onto the stool at the breakfast bar. “Have you heard anything from Johnny?”
“No. But I miss him real bad.”
When tears started to roll down her face, Darion strode toward her, and he wrapped her in his arms. Stroking her back, he soothed her, and told her everything would be okay. She tightened her hold on him. Closing his lids, he buried his face in her hair. The usual fruity smell of her shampoo didn’t fill his nostrils. Her hair didn’t smell of anything.
“Go and have a hot bath. I’ll watch Preston.”
“Are you sure?”
He nodded.
“Let me have my coffee first.”
They both sat side by side sipping their drinks. Darion paid an interest in Gina’s mom’s wellbeing, who she said was doing well. Gina was hoping to travel down to London with the baby at some point to see her. Gina asked how Gabi was, although he wasn’t sure she actually cared. He hoped she didn’t get any ideas about him and her having a relationship. Baby or no baby, he and Gina weren’t suited. Both fond of the playrooms, drinking and living carelessly, they were a bad influence on one another.
When they’d finished their drinks, Gina scampered to the bathroom. At that moment Preston’s screams filled the air again. Darion rushed over to him. Shit! He tried to pick him up, however his head rolled back and he screamed even louder. Placing him back down, he scanned the floor for something to distract him. Picking up a toy, he pressed the ‘on’ button to which music blared from the speakers. Holding it above the basket, he prayed it would help settle the baby. It didn’t.
“Gina.” He stared at her helplessly. “What the fuck do I do?”
“Nothing. I’ll take care of him.” She lifted the baby and started to rock him.
Darion tossed the toy to the side. He felt like the worst dad in the world. He tried to think back to how his parents had made him feel better when he’d been upset. He couldn’t think of anything. They usually left him to it, or his dad told him to ‘Man up and stop being a wimp.’ His mom wasn’t comfortable with expressing her feelings, so was rarely ever affectionate. Then he thought of Dion and how she handled Odelia. Usually she’d bribe her with sweets. He shook his head as if to rid the idea. Preston was way too young for solids even.
“Let me hold him,” he said once the baby had stopped crying.
Gina held the baby out to him. Darion’s arms were outstretched.
“I’m handing you a baby, not a bomb.” She laughed. “You’re not ready yet, Daz. I don’t wanna push you. Let’s wait until you’re comfortable, okay?”
“It’s fine.”
She placed the baby in his arms. Darion studied his tiny features. Rocking him gently, he whispered, “Hello.” Preston’s face screwed up, and Darion prayed for some resemblance of a smile. Instead, he cried hysterically. Darion resumed rocking him, and stroking his head tenderly. It made the baby scream even more.
“He doesn’t like me, G.” He held Preston out for her to take.
“Don’t be stupid. He needs to get to know you, that’s all.” As soon as Preston was in Gina’s arms, the crying stopped. Darion reached out and stroked his head once more. It set him off again. Gina looked at him sympathetically. “It’ll take time. Be patient.”
When Gina started feeding Preston, he escaped into the bedroom. What if the baby never liked him? What if he never got used to him? A sharp pain pierced through his heart. He had been rejected by his own son. He scolded himself for being so sensitive.
Stripping his clothes off, a hot, relaxing shower had never seemed so appealing. When he was completely naked and sauntering toward the en-suite bathroom, Gina burst into the room, still holding the baby.
“Daz, can you—” Her eyes widened and her face flushed pink. “Shit, Daz. I’m so sorry.”
Darion covered himself with his hand. “Don’t worry. It’s nothing you ain’t seen before,” he said calmly, trying not to embarrass her further. “What did you want?”
She spun around so her back was facing him. “I was going to ask if you go out today, if you could pick up some baby wipes? I thought I had another pack, but I haven’t.”
“Sure. Just write a list of everything you need.”
“Okay.”
“And G,” he called her back before she vanished. “I’ll start giving you more money every week. Retox is doing well.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“I insist. My son will never go without. Do you understand?”
“Thanks,” Gina said with a nod before leaving the room.
If it was one thing Darion was certain of, it was that Preston was not having the childhood he’d had. Darion had been bullied by other children for wearing the same crappy clothes. He ha
dn’t had the latest toys, or trainers. He was a loner for the majority of his teen years. Women barely even glanced at him. He partly blamed his earlier life, lack of affection, and often going without things as a reason why he’d adored The Black Door. In the playrooms, he had all of the affection and attention he needed from many women, and as the club pulled in a lot of money, he could buy whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted.
Continuing to the bathroom, he examined himself in the mirror for a moment. His eyelids were heavy, and leaning closer, he was almost certain there were a couple of extra lines creasing his forehead. On a loud sigh, he massaged the aching muscles in his neck. He never got much sleep with Preston always crying throughout the night. His usually immaculate apartment was also cluttered with Gina’s stuff. He had zero privacy, even in his own bedroom. He hated himself for being a little annoyed about it.
As he stepped into the shower, he winced as he trod on something sharp. Fucking hell! He crouched down and picked up a pumice stone. He’d asked Gina several times if she could use the other bathroom, but she’d complained it only had a bath, and she only had time for quick showers. Throwing the stone forcefully to the wall, he slid down the tiles, and squeezed his eyes shut. The water rained down on him. It was far too hot, burning his skin. He didn’t care. He didn’t have the energy to adjust the temperature.
He missed his old, carefree, fun life. He missed working at The Black Door. He missed being able to have a beer and a cigar, and play cards with Lennie and Travis. He missed having no responsibilities, and being able to do as he pleased. He wondered if he’d ever adapt to his new life.
Chapter
Twenty-Eight
Gabi