by S. N. Garza
“Caveman, isn’t he?”
“He is when he gets in a certain mood. Ah! Stop it, Gus!” Another smack lands on my behind.
“Gus?” Alann asks.
“It’s—
“Swear to God, Willow, you explain, and I am going to spank this ass red.”
Then he pops my behind again causing me to gasp and laugh at the same time. “Hey! My uncle, you douchebag.”
“You want to hug him again too? We need to hit the road, baby.”
My face is hella-red, but I push on Gabriel’s back until I reach for Alann, who just laughs at Gabriel’s caveman tendencies before he turns and lets me reach for Uncle Luke. With a one-armed hug, he leans up and kisses my cheek. “Be good, Willow-Tree.”
“I will, Uncle Luke. I love you.”
“Love you more.”
I let him go and there’s a soft, happy smile lifting on his face. Nodding, he winks and says, “Be good to my girl, Gabriel.”
Gabriel doesn’t do anything except throw up a peace sign and cart me off to his truck. Once I’m inside, he gives Uncle Luke and Alann a salute and walks around the truck, climbs in and looks right at me. “Ready to go home, baby?”
I look out the back, see Alann and Uncle Luke looking towards the truck and I know they can’t see inside from the dark tint, but looking at Uncle Luke, brings another onslaught of tears to my eyes.
“Why are you crying, Willow?”
I turned to Gabriel, and he’s genuinely curious. “He’s family, Gabriel.”
His gaze searches mine and he really doesn’t understand. Which is a shame.
“I love you, Gabriel.” I breathe in, sniffling. Then I undo my belt and push up on the console and kiss him on his lips. “Let’s go home.”
His hand comes up and cups my cheek. I feel his hand shake slightly and his voice is guttural and low when he responds, “I love you, Willow.”
My heart is filled with hearing those words from him. I know he means it. I sit back down in my seat, roll down the window and as Gabriel drives down the gravel driveway, I look in the rearview mirror and stick my hand out, waving. Uncle Luke raises his hand in response and again, my heart is filled even more. I think we came along way over the weekend. With Gabriel at my side, I feel invincible. After I roll up the window, I wipe my eyes, clear my throat, and give Gabriel a good looking over. God, he looks so delicious. Handsome. Strong. Sexy. He’s turning onto the street when he notices me staring at him.
“What, baby? Did you forget something?”
I smile wide, wondering if he’d let me do what I’m thinking about on the way. “No.”
And I can’t stop staring at him. Thinking about how good he looks. The diamond stud earrings make him look like a wicked rogue. The leather jacket makes him look like a badass. The way his shirt fits him just right and his worn-out jeans are faded at the knees and cups his package so nice and snug. Most of his hair is combed back except for the runaway stray that hangs over his brow.
“You keep staring at me like I’m a piece of meat, you’re gonna be getting said meat on the side of the damn road.”
I laugh, reach over and grab his thigh, squeezing softly.
“Goddammit, Willow.” His voice is gruff, and I reach further up until I stroke the column of his dick, making him jerk the wheel. “Fuck! Willow… what’s gotten into you?”
“Evidently, you have. Several times.” That makes him laugh and he looks at me before returning his eyes to the road.
“You’re fucking lucky there are no other cars around. Now, what do you think you’re playing at?”
“Well… since you brought your… uhm… meat up, have you ever had a blow job while driving?”
Suddenly, I’m reaching for the safety bar on top of the truck as he swerves onto the shoulder. His eyes widen as they take me in. “Are you serious?”
“Well… maybe. I mean, maybe when we’re out on the open road. While no one is around. I can push up the console, slide over and pull out your long, thick meat and uh… give it a whirl.”
“Sweet fucking Christ. You’re gonna be the death of me, aren’t you?”
“But what a way to go, right?”
His eyes shut tight as he counts. He’s trying to stay under control but the smile twitching on his lips make it hard. Literally. “Where have you been all my life, Willow?”
“Oh, you know… waiting for the right kind of douchebag to come along and sweep me off my feet.”
“Thank fuck for small favors.”
“Yeah. Thank fuck.”
He groans and I see his eyes roll as a shudder rolls through him. “Don’t say that word. God, you sound so hot when you say it. And aren’t you a little church girl? Raised in the country and all that? I didn’t think you said those types of words.”
“Oh, I do. I just don’t say them much. But you know… Fuck is a word you use a lot.”
He grits his jaw; his hands tighten on the wheel. “Willow.”
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I can’t wait to get home and let you fuck me all night, Gabriel. But first, I wanna pop your blow-job-in-the-truck cherry.”
“Oh, sweet mother of God. I’m not going to make it. How do you know no one has?”
I see red creeping up his neck, and I love how I can surprise him, even if it’s just a little.
“Hmmm… who’s the one blushing now, Gus?”
“Fuck me.”
“I will. I want to. As soon as we get back to Grifton Falls.”
He shudders and reaches down, covers my hand and adjusts his growing erection.
“As soon as… but first, when we get onto the long stretch—
“Not the only thing stretching.”
“Jesus fucking Christ. I created a monster.”
“Sex monster maybe.”
He throws his head back, laughing, his eyes glittering with mirth. “When we hit the main highway… you’re gonna be over here choking on my cock, baby.”
“If you want me to.”
“You just said…,” he looks at me hotly. I can’t help looking up at him with as much innocence as I can muster. But his gaze just narrows and gruffly, he says, “Oh, you are so going to wrap that pretty mouth around my cock and swallow it down that throat. Even if I have to push your head down and make you.”
I bite my lip, his words turning me on. I feel heat pooling between my legs, and I squeeze them together, and he notices.
“I bet your pussy is soaking wet, isn’t it?”
“Maybe. I don’t know.”
“Dirty little liar. That sweet, little pussy is dripping wet for me, isn’t it? Those tiny little panties getting soaked? All juicy sweet and hot. Fuck. I’m gonna kill that pussy when we get home. You do understand that, don’t you?”
<<>>
Three and a half hours later, I’m sucking his cock deep into my throat, his hand is on my head, jerking it up and down the fat length of him and he groans, grunting, “Swallow my cum, Willow. Like me fucking that dirty little throat, don’t you? Fucking tease me all the way here. My favorite little cocktease. My only cocktease, baby. Fuck, yes. That’s it. Good girl, don’t stop sucking.”
I feel him grow thicker inside my mouth and just as he shoves my face down, he empties his load into my mouth, and I suck, swallow, and lick at his shaft until his hand is on my neck, gently massaging the skin there. But he’s not done. His cock hasn’t softened yet and I know he has more he wants to give me.
I lick around the crest of his cock, flicking my tongue back and forth when I feel him stop the truck. He pulls me away, reaches down to the water bottle at his side and passes it to me. “Drink first.”
I do as he says; swallowing his cum and the water until I can breathe right. I look around and we’re parked in a dark, dimly lit area.
“Where are we?”
“You honestly think I can wait? You’ve been sucking and playing with my dick the last thirty minutes. Be glad I didn’t kill us. Now, take off those stupid shorts and those wet little panties an
d get on my dick.”
The dark, sensual tone in his voice has me rushing to do as he says.
“What about my shirt?”
“Here.” He unbuttons his shirt, rips it off and when I pull off my shirt and my strapless bra, he’s passing me his shirt and I’m shrugging it on. “I want your tits bouncing in my face. Now, hurry the fuck up.”
He’s such a dick, but I love him. Just like this. All hot and needy for me. He pulls his undershirt over his head as I push off my shoes, strip down until I’m only wearing his purple button up. Just as I start climbing over, he takes my waist, hoists me over his lap, sticks his finger between my legs, finds me soaking wet, just as he knew he would, and settles me over the rigid tip of his dick, jerking his hips upward with short stabs, teasing me.
“Hold on to me, Willow.” I do as he tells me, and just as I take hold on his shoulders, he shoves me down, forcing himself balls deep inside me. My head falls back as a loud, whimpering sound echoes from my throat. “That's it, baby. So tight and wet around my cock.”
“Thought… you… wanted… to be… home?”
“Close enough, Willow. Now just shut up and let me fuck you. God, I love fucking this pussy.”
“Only this pussy?”
His eyes fly open, his gaze hot and dark. “Say that again.”
And because he likes taking control, I squeeze my legs around him, holding his hostage and I run my fingers up his neck and let one hand grip his chin. His nose flares hot and his expression turns dark and seedy.
I take a hold of him and say, “You’re only going to be fucking my pussy, isn’t that right, Gabriel?”
Opening up to each other over the weekend has had a great effect on my confidence because I lean in, get close to his lips and just as I squeeze around his rigid length, I whisper, “Who does this cock belong to?”
His grits his teeth and mutters, “It’s your dick, baby. Now fuck it and make me cum. I’m going to fill that pretty little pussy until it’s streaming down your thighs.”
“Good. Now shut up and fuck me.”
“Goddamn, I can’t believe you’re all mine.” He takes my face in his hands and pulls my lips to his. And I ride the hard length of him until I’m panting, crying, needing relief.
“Gabriel, please. Make me come.”
One of his hands takes my neck just as I feel the other reach between my legs, and his thumb brushes over my clit, circling and massaging around the sensitive bud until everything becomes hazy. My eyes shut tight and he holds me tightly, keeping me in place as he jerks his hips up into me.
“Fuck, baby. That’s it. Squeeze around my cock. You feel so good. Come for me, Willow. Let me feel that sweet gushy spill all over my cock and down my balls. Come on, baby. That’s it. A little more.”
I’m trying, swiveling my hips, gyrating around his rod, feeling him swell and thicken until I feel everything around me shatter.
“Yes! That’s it, baby. Fucking cream all over my cock. Sweet wet pussy loves my cock. Ready for me?”
“Yes! Come with me, Gabriel.”
“Always.”
<<>>
Wednesday comes and Gabriel tells me he has to leave to go to Colorado to finish up company stuff, so I figure what better way to amuse myself than to go down memory lane. I have time before practice starts and I’m in my room and reach over to the desk I placed the photo album on and open it to a random page. The last photograph grabs my eyes.
It’s the day I arrived in Grifton Falls. I’m walking away from Uncle Luke and he must’ve captured a photo. I’m the background, and there’s the douchebags, with Gabriel staring right at me. But I haven’t noticed him yet. That day seemed so long ago. I was so innocent and naive. I’ll never forget looking up into his mesmerizing eyes and getting lost.
I flip the pages to the opening of the book where I see my parents on their wedding day. Then one for every month my mom was pregnant.
My birth. And then every birthday. My mom had so many pictures taken. Tears bubble up in my eyes at the few memories I have of her. And it makes me miss them so very badly. I look around the picture and see Uncle Luke, young and handsome… and then just a little further back, a familiar face catches my eyes.
I squint trying to see better and jerk back quickly, not sure what I’m seeing. Black hair, brooding stare. It’s Gabriel. But it’s… not.
What the hell? This picture was taken way back when I was around two years old. That could only mean the man in the photo is… Marcus Saint. How in the hell could he be there? What? This makes no sense whatsoever. I don’t ever remember seeing him.
My eyes must be deceiving me. “Sarah?”
“I’m busy, Willow.”
“Shut up and come over here now. I have to be seeing things.”
“Bitch much?”
I send her a glare and huffing and puffing, she gets up and stomps over to me “What is it?”
I show her the picture and she yanks it out of my hand, looking closer.
“Whoa. That looks like Gabriel. Who are those people? This photo looks old as hell.”
“My parents. This was taken sixteen years ago.”
Her eyes bulge open and come to mine. “Then it has to be his dad. Whoa. What the hell? I thought you didn’t know them before you came here.”
“I didn’t. I don’t remember him.”
“Wow.” She takes the album and starts flipping through the pages like she owns it. She flips through the photos and says, “Willow, he’s in most of them. Have you never—?
“No! I would remember his face. I mean, come on. I would, right?”
“I guess. He does have a memorable face. This is totally bizarre. You going to speak to Gabe about it?”
“I’m going to talk to Marcus first.”
“Uh, I don’t know if that’s a good idea. He’s kind of scary, isn’t he?”
“He’s been our coach for the past several games.”
“Still. He’s pretty intimidating. I wouldn’t go alone.”
“There’ll be the players there.”
“Your funeral.”
I roll my eyes and start going through the photos. She’s right. He’s in a lot of them. Every birthday, whenever I’ve had a party away from the house, he’s in the background. My volleyball games. I always took a selfie with Uncle Luke. And never did I ever remember seeing him, but there he is. Plain as day. Must’ve been sitting at the top of the bleachers.
Holy crap. This is so bizarre. If one of them knew Marcus, Uncle Luke must have known him too. Why all the subterfuge? Why did—or does—he dislike the Saints if they’ve been a part of my life? At least Marcus because I know I would have remembered a child around.
I take my time analyzing each photo and he’s in so many of them. How could I not remember him being around? I go back to the front, see me in my mom’s arms in the hospital and wonder which one of them knew him. I start to close the album when a picture gets dislodged from behind the hospital one and I peel back the plastic screen and out falls a few photos.
Each one makes my heart pump faster. Me as a baby, being held in Marcus’s arms at the hospital. I flip it around hoping my father or mother wrote something and see ‘Marcus with Willow, godfather’.
Godfather? What in the hell? I need answers. I take that photo and then one of me when I’m older and he’s in the background. He’s going to give me the answers I need. I set the album back on my desk and get dressed, grab my gym bag, and head to the gym.
When I get there, he’s in the stands, talking to the athletic director. I’m a little early. I don’t want a crowd around when I ask him about it. When he sees me, this bright smile comes over his face. God, Gabriel looks just like this when he smiles. I can’t help returning it and then I remember what I have clutched in my hand and the smile leaves my lips and his brow crunches.
He turns to Dr. Starkey, speaking briefly before clapping him on the shoulder, standing and making his way towards me. I watch as his eyes roam over the Saint 7
rugby shirt of Gabriel’s I’m wearing and just like his son, he smirks. I hope he doesn’t think I’m under his possession either. Godfather or not, I never knew about him. Not once in my entire life.
“What’s going on, babygirl?”
“You’re my godfather?”
He stops suddenly. His brow raises as if he doesn’t know what I’m talking about. I hold up the two photos I brought.
Then the gym doors slam open, and we watch as the team walks out from the locker room.
“Goddammit.” I turn just as Marcus reaches me, takes my bicep and hauls me toward a corner. “You can’t speak of this to anyone. Have you mentioned this to Gabriel?”
“No. I wanted to talk to you first. I mean… is it true?”
His eyes search mine and I can see the pain in them. “Yes, I am. And don’t tell him.”
“Why? I’m not going to hide it from him.”
“Willow, just do as I say. Please. I can’t go into this with you right here. Right now. We can talk about this another time. For now, just keep your mouth shut. It’s safer that way.”
“Safer?”
“Babygirl, please.”
“Tell me the truth. He and I aren’t—?”
“No. Although you should’ve been. Promise me you’ll keep this to yourself for right now.”
I should have been his child. So that means he knew my mother before she met my dad.
“Marcus—
“Willow, I’ve never cared for much in my life outside of your mother. Just… we can’t get into this here.”
“Fine. But you’re going to explain this fully.”
He stands back, his arrogant stare brooding and probing. “I will. For now, go get changed and let’s practice.” He lifts his hand but thinks better of it and storms away, gathering the girls in a huddle.
After practice, he swiftly leaves, leaving me without another word. What a complete douchebag.
He didn’t explain anything. Didn’t tell me when he was going to either. And I’m sure it’s because of the strain between us that practice was harder than usual.
But no matter. I need to know what’s going on. It sets a fire inside me that won’t be extinguished until I learn the truth. The whole truth. I won’t accept anything less.