Breaking Down(The Garage Series Book 2)(27)
With every inch that I dropped, he filled me more and more, and by the time I was settled, my inner walls were clamping around him.
"Fuck, baby."
I felt completely consumed by him. He was surrounding me inside and out. There wasn't a single part of me that wasn't touched by him.
I moved my hips against him and used his shoulders as leverage as I lifted and dropped causing us both to groan. I began moving faster, and I was completely in control. The speed. The depth. The pleasure. It was all in my hands.
A trail of sweat dripped down my chest, and Gabe leaned forward and caught it with his tongue. I lost my rhythm watching his tongue, and Gabe chuckled when he realized that he had put me further in a trance. I began swiveling my hips against him, and I cried out from the change in pressure. My hands gripped his knees and I leaned back while I grinding my hips into his.
Gabe's hands grabbed my ass, his fingers digging into my skin. He controlled the push and pull of my hips, and I was mesmerized watching our skin slap together.
"Shit."
My eyes snapped up to see him watching the exact same spot. He was so in control. He managed to dominate me and my body with just the touch of his hands. It amazed me how quickly I went from thinking I was in control to losing all sense of thought.
I lifted off Gabe, and he looked up at me confused when he slipped out of my body. I didn't say a word. I spun around in the chair and dropped back down on him with my back facing him. My knees were tucked beside his legs, and I leaned forward and controlled my speed by holding onto his knees.
Gabe groaned, and I knew I had taken back some of the control. Gabe was an ass man and mine was right in front of him riding him like it was a mission. His hands were on said ass, and his grip was so tight that I could feel my cheeks spreading apart.
"I can't wait to fuck this ass," he growled before loudly smacking my right cheek.
"Mmmm." My moan filled the air as I began riding him harder.
He tugged my back against his chest and bit down on my ear lobe.
"You like that idea, baby?" he asked. "Do you want me to bury myself balls deep in this pretty little ass of yours."
"Yes," I breathed out and was surprised by my own answer. Anal sex wasn't something I would have ever thought that I wanted, but hearing Gabe talking about it made me want it right here and now.
Gabe turned my face toward his and captured my lips. I slipped my arms around his neck and buried my hands in his thick hair. His hands were running up and down my body, swirling the moisture on my skin. His right hand caressed my breast, distracting me from his left. It was completely off my radar until I felt his fingers smack my clit with a quick, hard slap.
My body combusted around him, and I screamed out as I lost the ability to show any restraint. I continued to fuck him with everything I had as I rode out my orgasm, and Gabe equally matched me thrust for thrust. Gabe pushed my chest down against his legs, and he thrust into my limp body with his hands once again gripping my ass. He slapped my ass again, and my pussy clenched around him. I had never felt the stirring of an orgasm so quickly after another one.
His hand tangled in my hair, and I could feel his control slipping. His thrusts became brutal, and his grip on me felt frantic. I mustered up the energy to arch my body into him and listening to him come apart behind me threw me back over the edge.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." His moans echoed off the walls in the house, but for the first time didn't hit the walls between us.
Once we were finally able to move, Erica called Kat to let her know that she was with me and that we wouldn't be home for a few days. We had a shitload more to talk about, and we needed the time to ourselves. No interruptions. No distractions.
I gave Erica a tour of the house and explained to her what I had done in each room to update it. When we made it to the bedroom, she asked me to lie down with her, and I couldn't resist. So there we were lying on a bed, fully clothed, staring at each other.
"Why did you hide everything about your family from me?" she asked.
I could tell she was still timid about asking me questions that had anything to do with my past.
"It was a horrible time in my life. It's not something that I ever like to think about, and I don't want you to see me that way." I reached out and tucked a stray curl behind her ear.
"I will never see you as anything but the man you are with me. I will never think about you badly."
"That's the worst part. I knew you wouldn't. Your heart reminds me so much of Kara. You're so damn pure and giving. You love so freely." Her cheeks turned a light shade of pink as she hid her eyes from me before looking back up at me with moisture shining in them.
"I would have loved to meet her."
"She would have loved to meet you too. You two would have gotten along great. I would have had my hands full."
She smiled almost sadly. "You know that it's okay for you to talk about her; to talk about the happy memories you had together. I know it will never take them away, but the more positive memories you think about, the less power you give to the haunting ones."
What she said made sense, but pain still clutched my chest. I couldn't fathom the idea of having more nightmares. Any time I typically thought about Kara, I would be consumed with haunting dreams. But maybe she was right. I never let her smile and laughter enter my mind because I was too busy trying to block out the memories of the days I wish I could take away.
"I'll try." I promised her.
"Where are your parents now?" She reached her hand out and ran it across the hair of my beard.
"As far as I know, they are still living in the same shit hole trailer shooting poison into their veins until it kills them. It's unfair really. They literally inject something in their bodies every day that should kill them, but they're still alive."
"When was the last time that you saw them?"
"A very long time ago. I left them behind the moment I could, and I never looked back."
"Did they not get in trouble for what happened to your sister?"
"The man who murdered her is still in jail, but technically," I cleared my throat because what I was about to say infuriated the hell out of me, "my parents' had no involvement in her murder. When the cops went to my house, my dad had drugs on him and was charged with possession and child endangerment. My mom didn't get anything. He went to jail for a few years, and I dealt with her ass until she had no choice but to let me leave. I was never home anyway. I practically lived with Blake's family, and his mom and dad became more like parents to me than my own ever had been."
"They're good people."
"They are amazing. They kept me and Blake in line the best they could after what happened to Kara, but we were pretty difficult to handle. Gary was the one who sat us straight. When he caught us trying to steal from his garage, he put the fear of God in us and put our asses to work."
She laughed softly and tucked her hand under her head. "I could just imagine you and Blake when you were younger. I bet you two were such a handful. With those good looks and that bad boy attitude, I bet the ladies came running."
"I can't spill all of my secrets in one day." I ran my fingers up her ribs causing her to laugh and smack my hand away.
"I bet you were such a player." She squirmed underneath my fingers, and I lifted my body over hers to pin her body where I wanted it.
She opened up to me immediately, and my hips nestled between her thighs. She was still laughing and her eyes were the bluest I had ever seen them.
"You are so damn beautiful." I brushed the curls that fell out of place while we were playing out of her face.
"Oh. Do not use your lines on me." She giggled at her own joke. "You think you are so smooth and can change the subject just like that."
"I wasn't trying to change the subject." I smiled down at her. "I was being honest. You're fucking beautiful, especially when you're laughing."
"Thank you," she smiled up at me, "but you're still not getting out of it."
I tickled her sides again, and she laughed so hard that an adorable snort slipped out of her. I leaned up to look down at her and couldn't stop the smile on my face.
"Did you just snort?" My question came out with laughter.
"No. I did not." She acted like she was outraged by the idea.
"Yes. You did. You just snorted." My body shook against hers.
"Listen here, buddy." She pointed a pink finger nail at me. "I don't snort, and you weren't a player. Deal?"
"Deal." I smashed my mouth into hers, and we rolled around the bed in laughter.
The last couple days at Gabe's grandparents' house had been amazing. We had been lounging around, cooking, and just getting to know each other better than we ever had. There was an openness between us that had never quite been there before.