“I don’t know if I like this,” she confessed, and I almost broke. Almost.
“Stop talking, Gabriella,” I warned with the leather crop, tapping her left hip with the tip when I wanted her to turn, positioning her for the ride. Lucky for me, she did it, causing euphoric surges of electricity to flood my body. She knelt in front of the toy on all fours, Gabriella backed up.
“That’s it, baby, back your pussy up here,” I instructed as I moved to the floor with her, cock in hand. First I felt her pussy, checking for wetness. Old habit I assumed. She sure as hell didn’t need any help. Holy fuck. “Does that feel good, hmm?” I questioned as my fingers played with every inch of her. She moaned her approval as I shoved her head to the floor, leaving her hair spread over her eyes, and holding her hands behind her back. I backed off on the depth of the huge cock and positioned it over her clit before powering it on. An instant moan escaped her lips when the head glided back and forth over her throbbing nub, slippery from her own arousal.
A simple little whimper echoed throughout the room, sending an exhilarated chill down my spine. Her hips backed up and circled, begging for more with erotic cries. I pumped my dick in my fist while watching her every move. Every sway of her hips, every sensual expression on her face, and every single moan. Unlike the last time I used the mechanical sex machine on her, she enjoyed it. No lubrication needed. I could have done this for at least twenty minutes before, fuck with her until I came in her mouth, but now I couldn’t. I wasn’t used to her being this way, so bold, and into kinky shit with me. It was a whole new high, watching her come, hearing her scream, and say my name while she came, not once, but twice. At least, I think it was twice. It could have been one long one, and she was merely riding out the waves. Nonetheless, I was ready to explode.
As cocky as I was, I was no match to the lust saturating my entire existence. Something I wasn’t used to, but quickly learned to love. I didn’t want to torture her, I wanted to fuck her, right after I brought her to orgasm again. This time with my tongue. I had never in my life tasted such sweet nectar, and the way her body thrashed below my mouth was an added benefit.
The shift in my train of thought was strange. I’m pretty sure I even frowned when I realized it. I didn’t even let the huge cock enter her. I let it stimulate her clit until she was seconds away, and flipped it off, rolling her to her back, right there on the rug. Her legs spread on their own and her fingers fisted my hair, directing my mouth where she wanted. She would have never done that before. Not in a million years. I obliged with great pleasure, lapping her arousal with my tongue all the way to her pulsating clit. Sucking her swollen button between my lips, I sucked hard, in and out. Her fingers tightened in my hair, and her legs closed around my head, her hips thrashed, and she screamed on the brink of satisfaction. Sounds of pleasure echoed through the room, mixing with the crashing waves and ocean-wind in the distance. Heaven on earth.
“Aahh, yes, Pax. Right there, baby. Hmmm, don’t stop.”
The finale was the part I didn’t miss a second of. The part that heightened my senses as I watched the steps, beginning to end. First I sucked hard one more time on her overzealous button, and then moved up her naked body. Slowly, I made my way up her beautiful body while leaving soft kisses along the way. Her hip bone, her ribs, the crevice between her tits, her throat, and then her lips. My tongue dove in her mouth at precisely the same time my cock slid inside her. We hummed the same moan in each other’s mouth, taking in the pleasure as our bodies became one.
Gabriella was the one who pulled her lips from mine, turning away while biting hard on her bottom lip. My tongue ran across her lip and I tasted her once again, savoring the transferred juices. Her movement ceased, her arms and legs stiffened, and her back arched. I was fine, wasn’t even thinking about coming yet. Not until I felt her nails dig into my back. I pumped harder, faster, and deeper, and Gabriella came all around me, losing herself in holy orgasm. I hissed and gritted my teeth when I felt the sting sliding down my back, feeling the point of no return. I fought it for as long as I could, observing the pleasure while it took over. One last shove into her and it was all over. Our orgasms came together as one, intensifying every alert nerve in our bodies. What took three seconds, felt more like three hours. Time stood still while we rode out the heightened senses, flowing through our bodies.
We finally relaxed with heavy pants, her sinking into the floor and me into her. The gasps audibly heard, slowed to normal breaths, and we both breathed an exhausting sigh of relief.
“That wasn’t much of a punishment,” she said with a smile.
I kissed her lips, contemplating something else, the sting, flowing down my back. Was that how it was for her? Did the burn in her ass from my hand leave her with this same intensified feeling? Painful-pleasure. That’s what it was, and I liked it.
“Yeah, well, that’s not what I had in mind. I was planning on fucking with you with that thing for a while.”
“Yeah? Why didn’t you?”
I shrugged one shoulder, realizing that I didn’t really know. I easily could have. There was no doubt in my mind that, Gabriella would have let me do whatever I wanted to her—and enjoy it. That was the surprising part for me. Maybe I was bored with the old Gabriella. Whatever it was, it was my new drug of choice. One that I couldn’t get enough of.
“Next time,” I offered while sliding out of her. I stood with her hand in mine, pulling her to her feet with me.
“What’s wrong with you? You’re acting weird.”
I frowned down at her and kissed her nose. “I’m acting weird? What about you?”
Gabriella pulled away and walked into the bathroom, eyes darting to the floor as she stepped around me. “I’m not the one acting strange. You are.”
I watched her bare ass walk away, deciding to drop it. If she remembered something, she wasn’t ready to share, and for now. I was okay with that.
Chapter Two
Gabriella
What started out as a normal day quickly became unfamiliar and a little scary. All three kids were dressed in crisp white shirts, the girls in navy skirts and Vander in pleated pants, the same dark color as Rowan and Ophelia. Cute was an understatement. They were a-freaking-dorable. They ate their pancakes, busily talking about the first day of school.
I’m not exactly sure what started it. One second I was in front of the sink, cold water running down the drain while I stared through it, and the next, I was somewhere else. Somewhere I didn’t want to be.
“Jesus, babe. What the hell?”
I hadn’t even heard him walk up behind me. My thumb covered a tiny scar on my index finger while a vision of someone holding my hand under the cold water filled my mind. I don’t know why I jumped or why I covered my face with my arm, but I did. Paxton interrupted the image when he tried to kiss my neck from behind. That’s when I jumped clean out of my skin, heart pounding in my chest. The only thing I saw was someone holding my hand below the cold water and blood. Lots of blood, mixing with the water in a swirl. It was so strange. I felt adrenaline rush my body, my hands were suddenly clammy, and the nauseous feeling in the pit of my stomach came out of nowhere.
I tried like hell to recover from the silent, awkward moment. The one where I stood there dumbfounded, looking at Paxton like he’d just slapped me. It wasn’t until he reached around me and turned off the water that I snapped out of it. Still in an unfamiliar daze.
“What, Gabriella?”
I shook my head back and forth, and sidestepped him, turning the water back on to rinse a cup that didn’t need to be rinsed. “Come on guys. First few days are going to be crazy. Eat up.”
“My teacher has a guitar,” Rowan said with a smarty-pants chant.
Of course, that fired Ophelia right up. “Well, my teacher is Miss Christmas. Your teacher has a dumb name.”
“No, he doesn’t. He has a hard name. That’s why we have to call him Mr. J. Because the d is silent, but some people get confused.”
; “Cause it’s stupid,” Phi said, head and shoulders swaying with five-year-old attitude.
I tried to ignore the somber look on Paxton’s face, using the kids for a bait and switch. Focus off of me and on to them. “Stop, you two. You fight over the dumbest stuff. Vander wipe the milk off your lip, bud. You look like uncle Paxton with a white mustache.” I said with a smile over my shoulder, trying to bounce back from, I wasn’t sure what. Something.
Paxton wasn’t amused. “Come here.”
Gah, I didn’t want to come here. I didn’t want to face any of this. I wanted it to go away, keep moving in a forward direction, not backwards. Nonetheless, I followed him to the living room while Rowan and Phi continued with their debate on whose teacher had the coolest name.
“What, Paxton? I have to keep them moving. The first day of school is a nightmare.”
“What was that, Gabriella? Why did you block your face like that?”
My shoulders dropped and I shook my head back and forth. “Why do you always have to make something out of nothing?”
“You just freaked the fuck out on me. What the fuck?”
“I didn’t freak out. You scared me.”
“You jerked away from me and covered your face. Why?”
“Oh, my God, Pax. I don’t know. It was a quick image, that’s it.”
“Of me hitting you?”
“No, of someone holding my hand under cold water with blood running down the drain. I didn’t see you.”
“Are you remembering that, Gabriella? That happened. You cut your finger, slicing carrots.”
I felt the scar with my thumb again while I tried to read him and his tone. He was serious, and the tone was off, or maybe I was just being paranoid for no reason. “I only saw blood running down the drain.”
“You tried like hell to get out of going to the hospital, but I wouldn’t let you. That war wound cost you four stitches,” Paxton explained, but I wasn’t sure whether or not he held a serious smile, or a smirk. I was sure it wasn’t as simple as that, but that was it. That’s all I had to go on, and I didn’t want anymore. “Can we go now?”
Paxton lifted my chin with his finger and kissed my lips. “Yes, I’ve got to get to work.”
“You can go to work. I can handle the first day of school.”
“I want to make sure they get there safe. Just appease me and let me tag along.”
“You’re going to do what you want anyway. Go get them moving. We need to go. I’m going to get ready.”
I felt his warm hand slide down the elastic in my shorts and cover my ass at the same time his tongue slipped between my lips. The emotions and apprehension I’d felt earlier were gone in an instant, a new sensation, taking its place.
“Holy shit. Stop it,” I said with two hands, flat on his chest.
“I’ll be over this way this afternoon. Maybe I’ll stop in for a quick lunch.”
“I’m meeting Mi for lunch, remember?”
“Yeah, and I still don’t like it.”
“Mom, Phi spilled milk. Mom, Mom, Mom.”
“That girl of yours,” Paxton teased, a soft kiss to my nose as I darted off, back to the kitchen and the mess.
“Phi spilled her milk and now it’s all over my pants,” Vander whined from the door with his hand holding the wet material away from his leg.
Paxton scolded Phi and rushed Vander to change. “Ophelia, I don’t have time for this. We needed to load up, five minutes ago.”
“Go to work, Pax. I’ve got it.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes, there’s no sense in you rushing around. Go to work. I don’t need you tagging along just so you can be grouchy when you’re stuck in line.” One more kiss to his soft lips and I was off, rushing Vander to change his pants while I scolded Ophelia and cleaned up her mess.
I never saw the vision again, but the scar on my finger kept me from forgetting. I couldn’t explain it if I tried. I mean, I knew Paxton and I didn’t have the best past. I knew the things that he did, and I knew the way he treated me. This was different. This was a feeling that I didn’t want. The thought of Paxton being mean to me caused a sickness in the pit of my stomach, shook my foundation a little. I felt the way that Gabriella felt, not this one. That scared me, and so did Paxton. Again!
“Oh, my God! Stop doing that,” I scolded when he reached around me to keep me from getting in the car. “Buckle up guys,” I coaxed while trying like hell to read the look on Paxton’s face. I failed.
“You said the first day of school is always crazy. How do you know that?”
My eyes looked up to his and I tilted my head, contemplating how myself. “Hmm. I don’t know.”
“Don’t do this, Gabriella. If your brain injury is all better and you remember everything, just tell me. Don’t fucking keep me guessing.”
“Seriously, Paxton? That’s where we are? Do you really think I wouldn’t tell you if I remembered who the hell I was? I’d probably research, killing your husband 101 or something. You don’t do this. I’ve never lied to you.”
“Is that so? You never lied about what you heard on your private listening with Nick?”
I shook my head and stopped the fight before it started. This was about to become an issue. Paxton couldn’t let it go. Every time he got upset with me, he threw it in my face, and I was sick of it.
“I’ll see you tonight. Rowan has ballet at five. If you get done early enough, you should swing by and pick up Vander and Phi. I love you.”
My quick escape with a kiss to the corner of his lips was stopped by both his hands, holding the door. I was trapped by his arms, the car, and his control. Sometimes being married to Paxton Pierce was more trouble than it was worth. Exhausting.
“I’ll meet you there at five and take them.”
I smiled and kissed his lips. “Good, they’re so bad.”
That made him laugh and he opened my door. “Put your shoulder strap on, Van-Man. You girls behave. No fighting, and I expect full reports on how smart you all got today. Okay?”
Although it was unnecessary, all three kids agreed to the informal presentation. They would all talk nonstop about it, for days and days.
Wherever the idea came from about the first day of school being a nightmare was spot on. Jesus, were people really that dumb? It wasn’t physics. Five on the right, five on the left. How hard was that? Rowan’s new teacher was the worst director ever. The two rows of traffic trying to get off the main drag was ridiculous. Never mind the red light everyone sat under. Lucky for us, we left just in time. At least we weren’t catching the bird for holding up traffic in the middle of the street. The other second-grade teacher stood at the other end with her arms swaying to the left with—hmm? The letter C, maybe? Even with the window down, I couldn’t understand what she yelled to the newbie. Her hands went from cupping her mouth, back to the C, and I couldn’t help but laugh.
I turned to the kids, all watching the commotion. “Who thinks I should help?”
Rowan and Vander both raised their hands and yelled, me. Ophelia didn’t. My eyes locked with hers while I tried to read her the same way I tried with her dad. Once again, I failed. I wasn’t expecting that, not at all.
“Daddy won’t like it,” she softly spoke with worry in her tone.
The horn to the left of me pulled my puzzled attention from apprehension that I didn’t understand, back to the mess. I shoved my car into park, and got out. “Don’t move,” I ordered with a finger, and then made my way between the cars like I was superman or something.
“Get back into your car,” Mr. J ordered as I made my way to him.
Of course, I didn’t listen. The guy was scared out of his wits. “You go get into my car,” I countered with two fingers between my lips. I whistled loud, pointing to the third car on the left with a flat hand. That hand stayed up while the other one came down on the hood of a Cadillac Escalade, loud enough to get his attention.
“I was here first, I’m not moving,” the ignorant guy
yelled out his window.
I planted my feet right in front of the sparkling emblem and glared at him, waving the car on the right to move. It was so silly, but I felt brave like I had just accomplished something huge. Within five minutes, Rowan’s teacher had my car in front of me. We traded places, and I coached him.
“You have to be the boss. You’re lucky you’re getting Rowan and not Phi. Weave in and out. Every five cars.”
“But they don’t listen,” he whined.
I may have giggled a little. This guy was never going to make it as a second-grade teacher. He was so out of his element it wasn’t even funny. Made me wonder how the hell he ended up at St. Augustine. “Stand right in front of them, be stern, and raise your stop hand like you mean it.”
My car inched ahead with that, stopping at the more organized end, doing the same thing to let the cars out of the mess. Whoever decided to put a school in the middle of a busy four-way was crazy.
“I owe you my first born. How are you?” she asked sincerely like she knew me.
I only nodded with a smile, assuming she knew about my accident
“Thank you so much, you have no idea how much time you just saved. Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she praised, boosting my sense of accomplishment even more.
I forced three quick kisses from my cubs before they rushed out. “Have fun guys, I’ll be here at three-thirty. You’re welcome,” I said with a nod, moving forward, and feeling poised. Until I entered our neighborhood, that is.
Tricia and Brant had a new lawn crew, taking care of their yard. Although that wasn’t the part that caught my attention. Paxton was plenty busy without worrying about losing Tricia and Brant. It was the new realtor sign right by the mailbox that made me ponder, and extremely happy. Now if Shayla and Mark would move along, but if any of them stayed, I would have rather it been them. They were never home, and we rarely even passed each other. Unlike Candace and Lane, Mark and Shayla had a boy. The girls didn’t whine over playing with him the way they had Chance.
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