Bent not Broken (102 page)

“I’ve heard about that, but I’m not sure it’s true.”

“Maybe we should test the theory,” I say, picking her up and carrying her down the hall to her bedroom. Laying her down on her bed, I settle in on top of her. My erection is pressing through my jeans, and I know she can feel it as she repositions herself underneath me, rubbing up against it.

“I need you,” I say between kisses.

“Not yet,” she whispers, pushing me gently against my chest.

Sitting up, she pulls her gray sweater over her head, and tosses it onto the floor next to my sweatshirt. She’s wearing a black lace bra; my favorite color on her. Leaning forward, she kisses me while her fingers reach for the waistband of my jeans. Running her fingers just under the waistband, she moves them back and forth, teasing my skin as she makes her way to the button.

She works the button as I shift to my knees. Sliding my jeans and boxer briefs down my thighs, she stops them at my knees.

“Lie back,” she tells me, pushing me backwards. Making quick work of her jeans, she kicks them off her feet, leaving on just her bra and panties.

“You don’t have to do this,” I say, but praying to God she wants to.

“I want to. I like doing this to you.” She smiles.

Moving to the side of the bed, she lowers herself to the mattress and crawls over to me. Straddling me like she has so many times before, my erection is pressing against her through her panties. She wants to be in control this time, so I let her. I smile to myself. I love it when my girl gets naughty. Lowering her face to mine, we’re forehead-to-forehead, nose-to-nose, and mouth-to-mouth. Her breath has a hint of mint, and her lips are full and soft as I lean forward to claim her mouth.

Jess pulls back from the kiss, confusing me, but she immediately lowers her mouth to my cheek, kissing me down to my ear. She nibbles on my earlobe, and I feel her warm breath against my ear, giving me goose bumps. Slowly, her kisses make a trail down my body, across my chest, where she lightly suckles my nipples, gently nipping at them with her teeth. I’m so fucking hard right now, and all I want to do is flip her over, rip her panties off, and take her.

Dragging her tongue down my stomach, she presses light kisses as she continues her way south. I’m full of anticipation and need, and I’m not sure how much longer I’m going to be able to lie here and take her sweet lips on my body. Closing my eyes, I will my body to calm itself. I feel her warm tongue brush against the tip of my cock, and my entire body shudders at the feel of her soft tongue licking my engorged head.

“Fuck,” I moan as I reach out and wrap my fingers in her long hair. Pulling her mouth off of me, she looks up at me; a huge smile crosses her face.

“Put your hands underneath your head,” she instructs. “No touching me.”

“You don’t play fair.”

“Neither do you.” She giggles. Shifting my legs further apart, she settles herself in between them. I do as I am told as I watch her take me into her mouth again, lightly swirling her tongue around my sensitive head.
Holy Fuck
. She’s fucking perfect with her tongue.

“Jesus Christ,” I inhale sharply, not from pain, but from her taking me all the way. I can feel myself against the back of her throat. She slowly raises and lowers her head, and my breathing quickens as I move my hips to match the movement of her lips.

Removing my hands from behind my head, I place them on the bed next to my hips, gripping the sheets as she sucks me harder. I’m so close to losing it, I’m not going to last much longer. She moves her eyes to mine, watching me enjoy her mouth.

“I’m going to come,” I say through clenched teeth, trying hard to prolong this. Her eyes light up at my words as she gives me one last stroke down the underside of my shaft, sending me off. I groan with each pump of my release, and she takes it all, swallowing. She’s so fucking sexy. Finishing me off, she crawls up my body and lies down next to me.

“That was amazing,” I say through deep breaths. She lies on her side, curling up next to me, resting her head on my chest. My heart is still racing as she places her hand over it.

“Did you like that?”

“I always do,” I say as I run my fingers through her hair.

“We need to do something about these panties and this bra,” I say with a smirk. Looping my finger on the top of her panties, I drag them down.

“Oh, do we now?”

I pull her panties down and lift her foot to remove one side and then the other side. Running my hands up her legs, I bring myself back up her long body, touching every inch of her.

“Sit up,” I quietly tell her.

I help her up, and unhook her bra from her back; pulling the straps down her arms. Her breasts are heavy and fall perfectly when she lies back onto the bed.

“I’m going to celebrate my new job by fucking you senseless,” I grit out, leaning forward to suck her nipples into hard little buds.

Her eyes flash to mine, and I can see she’s wondering where that came from. I’ve never
fucked
her; we’ve always been sweet with each other. She has never seen this side of me, but if my girl wants to play naughty, so will I. Pushing her legs apart and up, I hold her legs tightly in place and hover over her entrance, teasing her with just the wet tip of my dick. I insert just the head, removing it immediately after I enter her. I do this a few more times and watch as she squirms beneath me.

“I need you,” she pants, biting her lip.

She is so wet. Every time I enter her, she seems like she’s one thrust closer to losing control. Teasing her more, I use my tip to circle her entrance from the outside while running a finger over her hard nub.

“Please,” she begs. I love when she begs.

Inhaling sharply, I can see her chest rising and falling with her hurried breaths. Her eyes roll back before she closes them altogether.

“Open your eyes and look at me,” I order.

Snapping her eyes open, she finds mine and holds my stare. Working her over, I can feel her clit throbbing, and she’s soaking wet. She wiggles beneath me, trying to press herself into me.

“I need to feel you in me,” she begs.

It’s almost painful to watch her as I press and pinch her hard little clit, rubbing her wetness all around her opening. Finally positioning myself against her, without any warning, I push into her fast and hard. The gasp I hear almost frightens me, until I see her lips turn into a small smile.

“Like this?” I say, thrusting forcefully.

“Mmm hmm.” Her back arches as she moans.

With every thrust, her thighs tighten around me, and I can feel her nails digging into my back, which turns me on even more. Her walls tighten as she clenches around me, bringing me close to my second release. Knowing her body, I can see she is also close to climax.

“Not yet,” I whisper.

“Gabe, I can’t, I’m...”

“Not until I say.” I pull back one last time. “Open your eyes and look at me. I want to see your eyes when you come all over me.” Her eyes flicker open lightly. “Ready?” I ask. She nods.

With one last hard thrust into her, I pump my release. I lay myself down on top of her; we’re both struggling to catch our breath. I’m still inside her, throbbing, and can feel her ride out her orgasm. Her walls are still clenching around me, drawing every last drop out of me.

“I’m pretty sure that was the best sex I’ve ever had,” I sputter. She nods her head, breathing deeply and closes her eyes.

“Gabriel,” she whispers. She rarely calls me “Gabriel,” but there is something about her saying my full name that turns me on.

“Yes, baby?”

“I’m madly in love with you,” she whispers as she turns into me and curls up again.

“You’re mine forever,” I whisper back to her, and I mean it.

Chapter 15

Jess

With the holidays behind us, Gabe is pouring himself into his new job, and I have a full class schedule for spring semester. I was able to secure a part-time internship at a local TV station for the summer here in Orange County. I shared my good news with Janet, but she was less than enthused when she read the job description, none too pleased that I wouldn’t be getting much hands-on experience. I’m pretty sure I’ll be getting coffee and running errands for the length of my internship, but I just can’t imagine leaving Gabe for the summer to take an internship in another state, so a glorified barista I will be.

Gabe’s shifts are forty-eight hours, where he has to stay at the firehouse, and then he has four days off. However, he’s been picking up at least an extra day, sometimes two days a week of overtime on his normally scheduled days off. He loves his job, but I don’t want to lose him to his career like I lost my father. I appreciate that he works hard and loves what he does, so I’ve been tolerant thus far.

Gabe promises me that he’s taking these extra hours to acquaint himself with his new job and gain more experience. This leaves me alone—a lot. I miss him, my dad, and Ava. I miss my best friend, and am looking forward to spending time with her when she’s home for spring break in a few short days.

The weather has been unseasonably warm for early March, so I’ve been sneaking in a run here and there. Between my studies, missing Gabe, and worrying about this summer internship, it’s nice to clear my head, and running does that for me.

Gabe’s shift ends in a few hours, and we’re planning to drive to Santa Barbara this afternoon to get away for the night. He’s been picking up so many extra shifts, that even when he’s home, he’s exhausted, so we stay in most nights. When he suggested a getaway, I jumped at the opportunity.

He wouldn’t tell me where we were staying, or what we were doing, but knowing Gabe, he’ll have me in bed the entire trip, ravaging every inch of me. Tossing a few things in an overnight bag, I zip it up and set it on the floor next to my bed.

My phone pings with a new text message.

Leaving now. See you in ten. Love u
.

Just finished packing. XOXO

I quickly make my way to the shower. I want to get in and out before he gets here, or he’ll join me, and we’ll never leave on time. Rushing to finish getting ready, I throw on a pair of dark wash blue jeans, rolled up to my calf, and a fitted black tank top. I transfer my wallet, keys, and make-up from my current purse to a large black leather hobo-style purse, and slip on a pair of black Toms.

Lightly drying my hair, I pull it up into a messy bun, and throw on some light eye shadow, finishing off with some mascara and nude lip-gloss. When I hear my front door open, I know its Gabe.

“Babe, I’m in the bathroom. Just finishing up,” I holler.

I can hear his heavy footsteps coming down the hallway. Gathering my hairdryer and brush, I open the bathroom door. He is standing with his back against the wall, in his tight blue Santa Ruiz Fire Department t-shirt and pair of athletic shorts. My heart races, as it always does when I see him. Flashing me a warm smile, he pulls me into a hug and holds me. As he presses his nose into my hair, I can hear him take in the scent of me.

“Coconut. I love when you smell like coconut,” he growls. Pressing his lips to my head, he begins trailing kisses down my face, until he gets to my lips, gently tugging on my bottom lip.

“You need to shower and pack,” I mumble against his mouth.

“I don’t need to do anything except love you,” he mumbles back. God, he turns me on.

“Let’s continue this in Santa Barbara.” I pull away from his kiss, turning from him as I head to my room.

“I’m already packed. I just need to shower and change.”

“Well, hurry up. I’m ready to go,” I say impatiently as I shove my hairdryer and brush into my bag. Turning around, I find him undressing in the middle of my room. He’s standing there, buck naked, when he catches me looking at him.

“Something catch your eye?” he snickers.

“Get that hot ass of yours in the shower, now!” I point towards the bathroom. He’s trying to weaken me, and it’s working, but I can’t let him know that. I hear him turn the shower on and find myself laughing at his antics. Thirty minutes later, we’re on the road, headed to Santa Barbara.

“Where are we staying?”

“It’s a surprise,” he says with a grin.

“I don’t like surprises.”

“Well, get used to it. I’m going to surprise you for the rest of your life,” he says, taking his eyes off the road to hold my stare. I have a type A personality. I like to have it all planned out and organized. I’m a control freak. Surprises give me anxiety.

Changing the subject because I’m annoyed, I say, “I can’t wait to see Ava next week.” I turn my head to look out the window, admiring the view on our drive.

“It’ll be good to see her. Just don’t get upset if she spends most of her time with Adrian. You know she’s in love with him.”

I chuckle, thinking of my best friend falling for the guy that we were both just friends with in high school.

“I know. I can’t imagine being away from you. I don’t know how they do it; long distance wouldn’t work for me. It couldn’t work. I need you.” Gabe reaches over and takes my hand in his, giving it a squeeze.

“I need you too.” I love the confidence in his words. He pulls my hand to his mouth and kisses the promise ring he gave me for Christmas. We spend the next few hours getting settled into the most luxurious hotel room I’ve ever seen. It looks out onto the Pacific Ocean. Standing on the balcony, I let the wind blow through my hair while Gabe finishes hanging his clothes. I can smell him before I feel his big arms wrap around my waist, pulling me back into him. I love his light musky scent; I could curl my face into his neck and just drink him in.

Standing behind me, he holds me tightly while we watch the water, not saying anything to each other; just being together. It’s the most peaceful silence: comfortable and caring. Bending down slightly, he plants a kiss on the space between my neck and shoulder.

“I’ve got dinner reservations for us, but for the next couple of hours, we’re going to christen every surface of this room. I’m taking you on the bed, the bathroom counter, up against the wall, and on the desk.”

My head snaps around to meet his eyes. He’s serious.
Holy shit
. Just hearing him say that has me worked up, and the heat within me is rising. Pulling me inside from the balcony, he lifts my tank top, pulling it off over my head. Kicking my shoes off, I reach for the button on his jeans. It’s a flurry of clothes flying all over the room until we’re standing naked in front of each other.