Breaking Down(The Garage Series Book 2)(24)

"I've got to get inside you," he growled as he fumbled with his jeans.

I heard the clink of his belt hitting the ground right before he ripped a  condom open with his teeth. He sheathed himself and slid inside me in  record time. Every slide of his skin against mine seemed to be magnified  due to how raw I still felt after my orgasm.

My back slammed into the wall over and over, but Gabe kept one hand  protecting my head while the other was on my ass helping to control our  movements. I listened to the in and out pull of his breath and the  slapping of his skin against mine. He pumped into me with power, and I  had no choice but to let him control my body.

Somehow it felt different than the sex we had before. He felt more  desperate. It was as if I was the only thing helping him survive. I was  the only thing he was surviving for.

My sex clamped down around him and another orgasm, this one stronger  than the last, ripped through my body. It was sudden and unexpected, and  it took everything inside me not to scream out that I loved him. My  body felt like it was floating further and further away from the girl I  had always been and closer to the girl I wanted to be. Overwhelmed with  the desire to tell him how much I loved him, I bit down on his shoulder  that was still clad in his t-shirt to prevent myself from making a  mistake.

Me loving Gabe wasn't enough. He had to want my love, and if I said it  too early, I would ruin everything. I would scare him away and break my  own heart in the process.

Gabe's loud voice boomed through my apartment, "Fuck."

He used my body to ride out his orgasm, and he was pulling my body so far into his that it was almost painful.

I could feel his heart thumbing against my chest, and I was sure that he  could feel mine as well. He stayed in the position for several minutes,  holding me to him, and not letting me go. I tightened my grip around  him as well and buried my face in his neck.

I may not have been able to say the words yet, but I hoped he could feel  it. My body was about to combust with how much I loved him, and I  wanted him to feel it as my fingertips ran across his skin. I had never  wanted something so much in my entire life.





A cold chill seemed to pull me from my sleep. I blindly reached across  the bed and searched for my usual source of heat but came up empty. The  fog of sleep was trying to take over, but I blinked my eyes open. It was  almost pitch black in my room with the exception of the moon light  peaking in through my windows, and Gabe's side of the bed was empty.                       
       
           



       

I moved the covers off my lap and went to stand up when I noticed his  silhouette in the corner of the room. He was sitting in my chair and had  his head buried in his hands. He was perfectly still, and I couldn't  tell if he was awake or if he had fallen asleep like that.

"Gabe," I whispered just in case it was the latter.

His head shot up and his cold eyes looked straight at me. Actually, they  seemed to look straight through me. I jolted back as if I had been  physically slapped and covered myself with the blanket. The room was  suddenly freezing.

"When were you going to tell me?" His voice was filled with ice.

"Tell you what?" My head was still half asleep, and I had no clue was he was talking about.

"This." He threw something onto the bed in front of me, and I reached  out to find out what it was. "When were you going to tell me about  that?" He pointed an angry, accusing finger at Kat's pregnancy test that  I was holding in my hand. "I can't fucking believe this. I can't  fucking deal with this."

"Gabe," I whispered because I was startled by how angry he was.

"Don't." He cut me off before I could get another word out. He stormed  out of my room, and it was the first time I noticed that he was fully  dressed.

I grabbed the sheet off of my bed and wrapped it around my naked body.  His anger made me self-conscious, and I had no intentions of being  completely bare in front of him in that moment.

When I made it out of my room, he was opening the front door to my apartment and had his keys in his hand.

"Gabe, stop. Let me explain." But he didn't give me a chance. He slammed  the door behind him and disappeared just as easily as he did the first  time.



When Gabe walked away from me months ago, I was devastated. I felt like I  was breaking and wasn't sure if I would ever feel whole again.

Not this time.

When Gabe's back disappeared behind my door, the only feeling that  seemed to course through my veins was anger. Pure fucking rage.

How dare he?

He didn't even give me a chance to explain the pregnancy test before he stormed out of here with nothing but hatred on his face.

I knew Gabe wasn't ready for kids. Hell, I was nowhere ready myself, but  his reaction infuriated me. He acted like I somehow planned this, as if  I was nothing more than a whore who wanted to get knocked up by the  great Gabe Lawson. Did he really think that I would hide something like  that from him?

As far as I could see, he was the only one who kept secrets. He sat so  fucking high on his pedestal that he couldn't see that I loved him far  too much to ever do something like that. That was the shitty part too.  Even as mad as I was, my love for him still overpowered everything.  Between thoughts of murdering him, I couldn't quit thinking about where  he went. Was he okay?

I marched into my bedroom and threw my sheet on the bed that seemed to be filled with so much love last night. What a joke.

I tugged on a pair of panties and slid my legs into my yoga pants. If  anyone was in my apartment right then, they would have probably sent me  to a psychiatric hospital. I pulled a t-shirt over my head as I mumbled  to myself about all the things I would do once I got my hands on him. I  grabbed his hoodie that was hanging on the foot of my bed and threw it  over my head. I tucked the pregnancy test in the front pocket and left  my house with more determination than I had ever felt.





It was five in the morning by the time I pulled into Kat and Blake's  driveway. I went to Gabe's first, but he was nowhere in sight, and I  knew that the only person who know where he would be was asleep in this  house.

I walked up their dark driveway and stepped onto the porch. I felt  guilty for barging in on them the night after they found out their news,  but I would have done just about anything to get to Gabe.

My finger pressed into the doorbell, and I waited for any sign of life.  When no movement came from inside, I began banging my fist on the front  door and didn't let up until the light came on in the living room.

The front door was flung open and Blake's furious face filled up the space.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" he bit out.

"Where is he, Blake?" I put my hands on my hips.

"Where is who?" He matched my defensive stance except he crossed his arms.

"Erica," Kat's voiced called out as she came around the corner pulling a t-shirt over her head.

"Don't fuck with me, Blake." I pointed a finger at his chest. "Tell me where Gabe is. Where would he go?"

Blake stood there like a statue and didn't say a word. His eyes were  assessing me, but I didn't give a crap what they saw. He was going to  tell me what I needed to know one way or another.                       
       
           



       

"Erica, what's wrong?" Kat stopped beside me and put her hand on my arm.

I turned my eyes away from Blake to look at her. "Your stubborn husband  won't tell me where Gabe is. That's what's wrong." I turned back to  Blake. "I need to know where he would go." I practically growled.

"Blake Reagan. You tell her right now." Kat's voice was stern and Blake's death stare was tripped up by her command.

"Kat, I'm his best friend." His voice was much softer with her than it had been with me.

"If your any friend at all, then you will tell me where he is. I'm not  going to kill him. I'm going to rip into him, but not a single blond  hair on his head will be hurt."

He narrowed his eyes at me and my sarcastic tone, but I couldn't care  less. I would apologize later if I needed to. Right now, I was only  concerned about one man.

"I don't know what happened," Blake rubbed the back of his neck, "but if  you've got him fucked up in the head there is only one place he would  go. Grandview Cemetery in Roger County."

"But that's an hour away … "

"His sister?" My question interrupted Kat, and Blake just nodded his head at me.

I ran out of their house and out to my car. I didn't bother saying bye,  and I didn't bother explaining. I ripped my car door open and slammed my  car into reverse.



The drive to the cemetery was long and boring. Every moment of mine and  Gabe's relationship seemed to be running through my mind like a  highlight reel. I was so angry with him. So damn angry. But more than  anything, I was worried.