Between the Lines (9 page)

Gabe – 13

I’ve
never been this hard in my life. At least, not that I remember. The way my
balls were tightening up as she massaged higher and higher on my thigh, I
wasn’t sure I wasn’t going to blow my wad right then and there. But, now she’s
in my lap and all mine, her slinky nighty sliding up her thighs.

Her
kisses are matching mine, tongues tangling and I can’t decide what I want to
touch first. I slide my hands up her waist, across her ribs but before I get to
her boob, she pushes my hand down.

Fine,
I’ll go south, but I really want a boob. It’s a natural progression, north to
south, but she’s calling the shots.

Ellen
turns, straddling me, her pussy pressed against my cock and I groan. The
condoms are in the bedroom. I need those first. I lift her hips and she stops
kissing me.

“What?”

“The
condoms are in the other room.”

She
smiles, her face pink and gets up off my lap. “I can get them.” I didn’t mean
for her to leave so quickly, but maybe it’s better, so I can get control of
myself, to take it slow.

Ellen’s
practically skipping out of the room and the silk flies up, revealing a
perfectly rounded and toned ass. And, no underwear in sight.

“Control,”
I whisper to myself. “It’s got to be about her too and not just getting my
rocks off.” Though at this point, all she’d have to do is look at my dick with
longing and I’d be coming in my boxers.

And, we
aren’t going to have sex for the first time on the couch. That just seems
wrong. Her bed, on the other hand, a much better idea. Pulling myself up from
the couch, I stand and pain slices up through my thigh.

Perfect!
As in this is a good thing since it momentarily overrides the ache in my cock.

I start
unbuttoning my shirt as I head toward the bedroom. I want absolutely no
clothing between me and Ellen.

She’s
just rounding the corner, condom in hand when I get near the bedroom. She stops
and backs up, her eyes watching my hands as I undo one button after the other.
I keep going toward her, my mouth watering with the thought of tasting every
single delectable inch of her skin. The back of her legs come in contact with
the bed and she sits. I continue until I’m between her legs, standing over her
and toss my shirt aside.

I caress
her arms and she’s just staring up at me. Her eyes darker than I’ve ever seen
them. I grasp the silk and pull it up.

She’s
shaking her head.

“I want
to see you.”

“It’s not
really necessary,” she breathes out in barely a whisper.

I
chuckle. “Oh, it’s very necessary. It’s practically all I’ve been able to think
about since meeting you.”

Ellen
bites her bottom lip and then slides her arms out of the straps and under the
silk.  I pull it over her head and she’s naked before me, thighs open, and
hands covering her breasts.

I place
my hands on hers, but she won’t move and looks down, her face getting red. Her
pussy is right there, open and I could plunge and she doesn’t want me to see
her boobs?

“Please?”
I hate to plead, but I don’t get it. She’s fucking beautiful and hot.

“I’m
embarrassed by them.”

Seriously?

But, it
isn’t a ploy for a compliment. She’s actually embarrassed by her tits. “What if
I think they’re perfect?”

“They’re
small.”

Is that
why she’s worried? “Haven’t you heard that old saying?”

“What?”
She eyes me with suspicion.

“More
than a mouthful’s a waste.”

“You’re
making that up.” She laughs.

“I swear.
I heard my uncle say it to my dad once after he made a derogatory comment about
my aunt.” I lean in close. “And, it’s true.”

This time
she lets me move her hands away. The dark nipples are erect, just waiting for
me to taste them and I can’t wait. Leaning forward, the take the hardened bud
in my mouth and roll my tongue around it before I gently bite.

Ellen’s
head falls back and she groans.

“See! I
told you so.” I taste the other one. Her thighs relax and open further. I could
thrust into her so easily, but I want to take my time, and savor her. “And
before you say anything else deprecating about your body, I think it is fucking
perfect. Every last inch of it.”

I sink to
the floor, ignoring the pain in my knee, feasting on her, one breast and then
the other. They are perfect in how they fit into my hand and filling my palm.
She spreads her legs further as I kiss my way down her stomach and to her
practically shaved pussy. She’s wet and ready. I part the folds, her scent of
anticipation engulfs me, igniting a need that probably dates back to the time
of cavemen. Leaning forward, I taste. She groans and falls back on the bed. I
sink a finger inside and find her clit with my tongue.

Ellen

There
isn’t a damn thing I can do but let Gabe do what he wants. His words feed me in
ways I didn’t think possible. I’d been so afraid he’d find me lacking, but his
eyes were full of lust and need, as if he were worshipping me.

His hands
slip beneath my butt, lifting me as he devours me. Pleasure washes over me, building
inside, tightening like a coil. All I can do is ride the waves of pleasure as
they wash over me.  It’s there. I want it to reach for it, to explode in a
glorious orgasm, but I want to delay it too. I’ve never felt anything so
powerfully wonderful in my life.

Just as I
get close, Gabe eases back, as if he knows and I almost cry out in frustration.
Then I feel him inside me, stretching. One finger, then two as he blows on my
clit.

I’m
panting as if I’ve just run a long race and can’t help it, and I know it isn’t
over yet.

His
tongue returns to my clit. One lick, two licks. He presses deeper and licks a
third time. The muscles in my thighs contract, my legs stiffen and I can hear
my scream as if they are coming from a distance as the most powerful orgasm in
my life bursts through my body.

I’m
floating back as if this was just one hell of an out of body experience as he
lowers my butt to the bed again and stands. I open my eyes and try to lift my
head, but I can’t. I’m not even sure it’s possible to move right now.

Gabe
pushes his boxers past his hips and to the floor, his cock proud and large
before him. My mouth goes dry and my pussy starts to ache all over again. How
the hell is that even possible after what it just experienced?

He tears
the foil away from the condom and then rolls it over the swollen head. All I
can do is watch.

Gabe
gently grasps my hips, lifts them again, pulling me forward, then thrusts,
filling me.

His head
goes back as he groans. The muscles in his chest and arms tightening as if he’s
using his strength to keep control.

Gabe
glances back at me. I can’t even touch him from this position, not that I think
it makes a difference to him. I’m flat on my back but my hips are lifted and I
curl my legs around him. He’s standing, looking down at me. Our eyes lock and
he thrusts, over and over, filling me again and again.

My clit
aches and I almost touch myself, but Gabe has his fingers there before I can
move. Gently massaging my juices around the nub, slow and easy, as if he knows
how sensitive I already am. The tightening, coiling of spring begins and then
bursts again just as he groans and thrusts as deep as anyone can possibly go.

A moment
later he’s falling on the bed beside me, breathing hard.

“Oh. My.
God.” I finally say when I catch my breath.

“Wow!”
He’s breathing as hard as I am. I glance over. Gabe’s grin matches my own and I
roll into him, resting my head on his shoulder, not sure if I’ll ever recover.

Gabe – 14

The light
in the room is bright and I turn my head away. I’m relaxed, completely sated
and not sure I want to leave this bed anytime in the near future. Last night we
fucked two more times. The last time, she rode me. I was so right about those
muscular thighs. Damn they had control. Taking me to the brink, easing off, and
taking me right back. I’d already come twice and she managed to drain me
completely.

Just
remembering has me hard. Hell, I didn’t think I’d be hard for a week after last
night. But where Ellen is concerned, my cock needs little recovery time. I roll
to my side and reach for her, but she’s not there. Coming up on my elbows I
look around. The bathroom door is open and I can’t see her reflection in the
mirror.

Getting
out of bed I grab my boxer and put them on. She’s probably in the kitchen or
living room. A smile pulls at my lips. Maybe she’s at the barre in the living
room, though how she has the energy to dance after last night is beyond me.

I find
her in the living room wearing the nightie I pulled from her body last night
and my dick comes to attention even more. Her back is to me and she’s standing
at the window looking out. She’s talking to someone on the phone. But her phone
is on the coffee table. She has two?

“I know, Scott,”
she says quietly.

Who the
hell is Scott?

“I can’t
leave right now,” she hisses into the phone.

“Because
I have a friend with me.”

Whoa, we
crossed that line of friendship hours ago and I thought it was far behind us.

“I won’t
tell him where I’m going or why, so don’t lecture me.”

The blood
runs cold and my cock starts to relax.

“Fine!”
she snaps. “I’ll be there shortly. But, this has to be quick. I can’t be gone
long. And, bring another damn phone. This is the only one I have with me.”

I hurry
back down the hall, cursing my leg because I can’t move as quickly as I want,
and jump in the bed and close my eyes as she’s ending her call.

I sense
Ellen come into the room, but don’t react. She’s rummaging in the closet, then
the dresser, and finally, the bathroom door quickly clicks shut.

Do I
confront her? Ask her who Scott is? What’s so fucking secret? Is she seeing
him? If so, she sure as hell should have told me before last night. Is she fucking
him too? I didn’t expect her to be a virgin, but I sure as hell don’t share.

We just
had a fantastic night and now she’s running off to meet some guy behind my
back. What the fuck? 

I could
ask, but do I really want to know? Besides, what would keep her from lying to
me and I’m not sure I could stand it if she did. Not right now at least. Scott’s
name certainly didn’t come up in conversation before, and she has a special
phone, just for him.

I hear
the shower, but I can’t lay here anymore. This is eating at me. I get out of
bed and get dressed before going to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee.

She comes
into the kitchen, dressed for the day and a tight smile on her lips.

“Morning.”
I get up and go to her. Bending, I try to kiss her on the lips, but she turns
and my lips land on her cheek.

I had
hoped I was just letting my imagination get the best of me, but apparently not.

“Anything
wrong?”

“No,
nothing.” She’s shaking her head and plops her purse on the counter. “But I
need to run out for a bit.”

“I can
come with you. Where do you need to go?”

Ellen
pushes her fingers through her hair and shakes her head. “No. You stay here.
It’s just a quick meeting.”

I take
her hands in mine. They’re shaking. “What’s wrong?” She’s clearly agitated and
her face is pale. Maybe I have it all wrong.

“Nothing.”
She pulls away. “My lawyer just needs to see me right away.”

“Lawyer?”
Scott is a lawyer?

“I shouldn’t
be long.”

She’s
lying to me. Scott is no fucking lawyer. “Okay. I’ll see you when you get
back.”

“Here’s
another key if you want to get out of here and maybe go get something to eat,
or something.”

Perfect,
now I have a way in and out. All I need is my leg to hold up and hope she isn’t
going too far so I can follow her.

Ellen

Why now?
These last few days have been perfect and then Scott has to call. He won’t even
tell me what it’s about, but I can guess. Shit.

Hell, I
hadn’t even heard from Scott in three years. Not until a few days ago.

How come
when everything starts to go good in my life, the past rears its ugly head,
ruining it?

Scott is
waiting in front of the Alma Mater statue in front of the library.  He greets
me with a hug and a kiss on the cheek, but this is far from a friendly visit.

“What’s
wrong?”

“Did you
get my message?”

“Yes. Was
I supposed to call back?” I’ve never had to before, unless specifically
instructed to. The less we talked on the phone the safer I was. “Why are you
here?”

“I
decided I’d better check on you.”

“Well,
you did. I’m fine.” Scott has always been the good guy in my corner, and I
shouldn’t take out my anger on him. But I just lied to Gabe about why I had to
leave. Actually, it wasn’t a lie. Everything I said was the truth. I just
didn’t tell him everything.

I just
had the best night of my life. I woke with a smile and cuddled against Gabe.
Happy for the first time in a very long time, until I realized it was the
burner phone that woke me. Thank goodness it didn’t wake Gabe.

I’ve been
on edge and tense since. Afraid of what Scott is going to tell me.

“The
judge has taken the petitions and motions under advisement, but there’s a good
chance he may require you to appear in person and testify.”

That’s
practically the same message he left before. Why the hell did he have to track
me down and ruin what promised to be a perfectly great day - that may or may
not have required me leaving bed? “Why can’t they use my old testimony? It was
good enough before.”  My heartbeat is racing and my chest is tightening up.

My anger
had kept the anxiety away, but it’s pushing through. Scott’s a great guy, but
his presence and the need to talk to me only produces feelings of anxiousness.

“You were
a kid. They would’ve looked like bullies hauling you into court. They didn’t
need anything more negative associated with them.”

“They
can’t make me go back to Nevada, can they? Isn’t there a jurisdictional issue
or something?”

“This is
a federal case involving human trafficking and prostitution, Ellen. You were a
key witness.”

“I don’t
even remember anymore,” I cry.

“I sure
hope the hell you do, or he’ll walk.”

I swallow
against my closing throat. 

I’m going to be sick.

Scott pulls me close, rubbing my arms, like he used to do when I
was younger. “We can protect you. Just come with me. We’ll get you into a safe
house until the judge decides what he’s going to do.”

My body is shaking and I can’t seem to control it.

This time, he wraps an arm around my shoulders and kisses my
forehead. Of all the agents I had to deal with, Scott was the best at getting
me to relax. Like a concerned father. And it worked. Before. Not so much today.

“Breathe, Ellen.” He says into my hair. “These are precautions to
keep you safe. You’ve been through this before.”

Not since the trial, before I got the hell out of Nevada. I’d
forgotten what it was like to be scared. To want to disappear. I’d gotten
comfortable in my life, and I really like it now. I really like Gabe, but
everything is suddenly going to hell.

“If they can get the judge to force you to testify, we’re afraid
they’ll make sure you can’t.”

I pull back and look up at him. “What?” This
is
worse. I’m
having anxiety over returning to Nevada and testifying. Now I have to worry
about someone trying to kill me again? “But they can still use my testimony
from before.”

“Not if they get the judge to rule it inadmissible before he
orders you to appear.”

This cannot be happening. Not now. My life is good. No, it’s
fantastic now that I’ve met Gabe. I’m not going to give that up. I’m not going
to go into hiding.

But, I don’t want to die either.

Too much has happened. I need to think. To figure things out. I
could be worrying for nothing. The judge could tell Krestyanov to go to hell
and use my earlier testimony and then this would be for nothing. And, how much
to tell Gabe? He knew something was off this morning. “I need to think about
this.”

“Don’t take too long.”

I look up, meeting Scott’s kind green eyes. “I’ve met someone.”

“I know.”

I pull back. “How?”

“I traced your phone, the real one, and saw you at the museum
yesterday.”

“You’ve followed me? For how long?” I hope to hell he isn’t
recording me, or worse, have cameras somewhere like my apartment. It wouldn’t
be the first time they feds decided to keep a very close eye on me.

“It isn’t like that.” Scott’s shaking his head. “I wanted to meet
with you without using a burner, but you two never left each other’s side.” He
smiles. “You never stopped touching.” Scott leans in and smiles. “Want me to do
a background check, you know, just to make sure he’s a good guy and all.”

He’s joking of course, but he’d do it if I asked. “Of course not.”

Scott sobers. “You can’t tell him anything, Ellen.”

I knew he was going to say that, but I was really hoping he would
say it was okay.

“It puts him in as too much danger.”

“How?”

“If they think you care for him, they can use him to get to you.”

“Oh, God.” My hand goes to my throat. It’s closing again. “I never
thought…considered…”

“Don’t panic. Remember, I’m the worst case scenario guy?”

That’s what I used to call Scott, back when all of this started.
Also known as the doom and gloom guy.

But, he does give me something to think about. As much as I don’t
want to give up Gabe, I sure as hell don’t want to put him in danger either.
Because of me, I no longer see my family. I told Gabe they were in Nevada, but
I have no idea where my mother, brother or sister are. They opted for witness
protection even though I didn’t. Dad’s in prison, for the rest of his life. The
rest have new lives and I just wanted to live mine in peace. Even if my family
hadn’t gone in, they’d probably never speak to me again anyway, so it’s not
like that made much of a difference.

“I’ll decide when the judge has a ruling,” I finally say because I
just need time to figure all of this out. “Besides, we don’t even know if
Krestyanov knows my new name or even where to find me.”

Scott frowns, as if he’s not happy with my answer. “How do you
know they’ll even wait until then to come after you?”

“If I die before that, they’ll never get the judge to suppress my
earlier testimony.”

He nods his head but Scott’s reluctant.

“Let’s see what happens. I’ve been fine for years.” I’m not sure
if I’m trying to convince him or myself that I don’t need to worry just yet.

He studies me, and then finally nods his head before taking a
phone out of his pocket and presses it into my hand. “Have it your way, but be
careful and watch your back.”

I give him the used one to dispose of. “Don’t call until there’s a
ruling.”

“Fine.” He turns and walks away and I walk over to the steps and
sink down onto them.

Just when things are going great, this happens.

I will not go back and testify. I will not let my asshat of a
father and his business partner continue ruining my life. I’ve met a great guy
and I’m not about to just disappear. I’ll fight this with everything I have.

Unless, it can get Gabe killed too.

Slowly, it all sinks in and I just want to curl up and cry. This
is so fucking unfair. I didn’t do anything wrong, but, if I don’t put distance
between me and people I care about, I’ll put them in danger. Should I call
Paige? No, she’s on tour, and has been for months. There’s no guarantee I’ve
even been found or they know who is important to me.

Why the hell did I open up to Gabe? Why did I allow myself to
start feeling?

I’d be better off if I’d just ignored him, blew him off and came
to New York alone. Then I wouldn’t have memories that make me wish for what I
can’t have.