We made our way to where my mom and dad stood talking to my brother, Kat, and Blake.
"You should have seen Erica's face," Jon was practically bent over in laughter.
"What are you talking about?" The group turned their smiling faces toward me and Gabe.
Jon's smile turned into a shit-eating grin. "I was telling Mom and Dad about the first time I met Gabe."
Gabe's body froze beside mine, and I felt all of my blood drain from my body. Jon and I had plenty of sibling rivalry, but I never thought he would cross that line. I wanted to launch my body at him and strangle him.
"He was just telling them how Gabe interrupted your dinner by asking Jon what he was doing with his girlfriend." Kat made big eyes at me, and in that moment, I knew that Jon didn't tell the entire story. Of course, Kat knew the story. We talked on the phone practically every day.
"That kind of possessiveness is sexy."
We all turned our attention to my sweet, proper mom.
"Mom!" I couldn't believe she just said that.
"What? It is. Your father was the exact same way with me."
Everyone laughed around us, but I still couldn't believe she just said that. Gabe slid his arm around my waist and pulled me against his chest.
"The stories we could tell," my dad said nuzzling into my mother's neck and further embarrassing me.
"Oh my God, Dad. You two need to stop." I was serious. I didn't need to know any of this.
"I'd like to hear them. I think they'd be funny," Blake said with humor in his voice.
"Well, this one time," my father started.
I cut in before he could go any further. "I'm going to give Gabe a tour of the house." I grabbed Gabe's hand and dragged him behind me.
I could hear Blake and my father chuckling, and I didn't stop. There was no way I was sticking around to hear whatever story my dad was about to tell. Unlike my mom, my dad didn't care who he offended and he always spoke his mind. I shivered just thinking about the words that might leave his mouth in the next few minutes.
"I'm so sorry about that," I said to Gabe as I pulled him into my dad's office. "This is my dad's office."
Before I knew what was happening, Gabe had me slammed against the wall. He dipped his head down and lightly kissed my neck before peeking his tongue out to touch my skin.
A low moan left my mouth. "Gabe," I whispered.
"Where's your bedroom?" His words vibrated against my skin.
"Upstairs." I could feel myself already getting wet.
"Then give me the rest of the tour." He pushed off the wall and stood to his full height. His green eyes were boring into me, and I quickly grabbed his hand in mine. We skipped every other room on the main floor and headed straight for the stairs. No one could see us going up the stairs, and I was thankful.
As soon as I opened the door to my childhood bedroom, Gabe and I crashed onto the bed. My bed was small and our heads were practically hanging off one side of it. Gabe's tongue teased mine as his hands ran down my body causing the same torture. I chased his mouth with mine, and I bit down on his bottom lip when he continued to pull away from me.
He pulled away from me and ran his tongue along the spot I just bit. His eyes were filled with mischief, and I was so turned on that I wasn't even thinking about being in my parents' house that was filled with friends and family.
Gabe flipped me over and covered my body with his. I could feel how turned on he was from his erection digging into my ass. He bunched my dress above my waist and his hand slipped underneath me, touching my stomach before he cupped my pussy in his hand.
I could feel his breath on my ear, and he bit down on my lobe before he began to speak.
"This pussy is so fucking wet for me. I've been thinking about fucking you ever since I walked in the door and saw you in this dress." He ground his erection against me. "Actually, that's a lie. I've been thinking about fucking you ever since the last time my dick was inside of you."
I moaned and arched my ass further into him. I didn't know what it was about his words that turned me on so bad. I had never been into it before, but with Gabe, I couldn't get enough.
"Have you ever fucked anyone in your childhood bedroom before, Erica?"
I didn't respond immediately because developing coherent responses was practically impossible when he began moving his hand against my center.
He must have took my silence as my answer because he pushed his hand against my pussy so roughly that he slightly lifted my body off the bed and into his. I felt like I was coming out of my skin.
"Did he fuck you like I fuck you? Were you dripping wet before he ever got his hands on you?" He slid his hand into my panties and proved his point by sliding his fingers through my slick skin.
"Did he make you come on his tongue, his hand, and his cock like I do? Did he spread you open and take exactly what he thought was his," he pushed my legs apart roughly with his other hand and pulled my ass into the air, "or did he ask permission? Did you feel like you were going to die if he didn't slide into you within the next few seconds?" I heard the sound of his zipper and a condom wrapper being ripped open.
"Gabe," I tried to get out a complete thought, but his fingers were rubbing small, hard circles against my clit and I wanted nothing more than to give in to the feeling. "There has never been anyone else in this room. There has never been anyone else like you."
His deep growl filled the room. "You're damn right there hasn't."
He pushed my panties to the side and slammed inside me. I was more than ready for him, and my pussy contracted around him as his hand continued to force me over the edge.
Gabe's free arm slid under my chest, and he pulled me up until I was on all fours. He didn't stop slamming into me, and for a second, I thought his powerful thrust may send me over the edge of the bed, but he gripped my hip in his hand and held me exactly where he wanted me.
His grip was almost painful, and it pushed me that much further into oblivion. As always, Gabe knew exactly what my body needed, and with one more thrust, he pinched my clit between his fingers and I dropped to my elbows and buried my face into the blanket to muffle the loud scream that accompanied the orgasm that tore through me.
Gabe moved both of his hands to my ass and gripped each cheek in his hands as he found his own release inside of me.
He dropped down to the bed and pulled my back against him. We laid there for a few minutes bringing our breathing and our heart rates down to normal.
I sat up and looked at him behind me. He was still fully dressed, just like me, with only his pants undone.
"We just had sex in my parents' house," I whispered as if we weren't just moaning out each other's name without a care in the world.
He just nodded his head with a smile on his face.
"With my parents' in it." I made big eyes at him.
"It was hot wasn't it. It made me feel like a teenager again. Scared that we might get caught. Especially since I didn't lock the doors."
He laughed at the expression on my face and sat up and kissed my lips softly. "I'm just kidding. I locked the door."
"You better have." I looked to the door just to make sure he wasn't lying.
"What? Would you have regretted it if I hadn't?" he asked with laughter in his voice.
I turned back toward him and looked him straight in the eye.
"Never."
That was the thing about Gabe Lawson. I would never regret anything with him. He may break my heart. He could leave again, and I would become a broken shell of the girl I had always been, but I would never regret him.
Never.
I shot up in bed and buried my head in my hands. My breathing was rapid, and I felt like I needed to hit something. I wanted to bury my fist so far in someone's face that it made me feel wild.
Something stirred beside me, and I looked down to see Erica's naked body barely covered by her sheet curling into my body. I wasn't sure how I hadn't woken her with my nightmare, but I was damn glad I hadn't. I didn't need her to see me like this. It made me feel weak.
I wiped the sweat off of my forehead and took another deep breath. It had been weeks since I had a nightmare. If I really thought about it, I hadn't had one since Erica and I had been spending every night together. She seemed to calm something inside me that I had never been able to tame before.
We had a great day the day before. After I fucked her in her childhood bedroom, we took turns using her bathroom to get presentable again then we rejoined the party. No one seemed to suspect anything. It wasn't really a shocker. Their house was large, a mansion compared to what I grew up in, and no one could hear anything that had happened upstairs.