Black (Clashing Colors Book 1) (29 page)

“I haven’t said yes.”

She chuckled. “Yet.”

“I don’t think I will.”

She smiled knowingly.

“Why do you look at me like that? I won’t marry him; you know?”

“You just said that you didn’t
think
you’d do it and now you changed it to you
won’t
… seems you’re still making up your mind.”

“Don’t be stupid. This is Gabriel; you all agreed I should find someone who could accept me for who I am.”

Violet tilted her head. “But do you know who you are?”

“I’m Cia.”

“Does he love Cia?”

“Yes, but he doesn’t love Black – or he says he does, but I don’t think he does.”

“I’m a little confused. You say you want him to love who you are – which is Cia – who you say he loves.”

“Yes. But he can’t just love the person I am now without accepting my past, which is Black.”

“Accepting or loving?” Violet asked.

I didn’t answer.

“Why do you care how he feels about Black, if you’re not her anymore?”

“Because even though I don’t dress as Black, she’s still a big part of me.”

“Ohhh, okay… I get it.” Violet nodded and headed toward the kitchen. “Do you want pasta? And by the way, I need to do another cleansing of the house. I think I dragged home a small demon or something. Have you noticed how things keep moving around in here and the lights flicker?”

“You need to do that tonight?” I asked, already annoyed. I just wanted to watch a movie and chill.

“You can help me if you want or you can take my car and go somewhere. Daniel isn’t home, though.”

Shoot, my first thought had been to go hang out with Daniel. “Where is he?”

“He’s going on a date tonight.”

That’s right. He had told me about it yesterday.

“Don’t worry… it shouldn’t take more than a couple of hours to do the ritual,” Violet said, as if that would make me feel better. Suddenly going to see Gabriel sounded like a great idea.

CHAPTER 26

Loving Black

Gabriel

My phone vibrated with a text message.

“Are you home? Can I come by?”

“Who is this?”
I wrote, hoping it was Cia.

“C,”
she replied and I smiled and saved her number in my phone.

“Mi casa es su casa,”
I wrote and thirty minutes later there was a knock on the door.

I wasn’t surprised when I opened to find Cia dressed as Black on my doorstep. There was a big difference between this Black and the one I met the first time; the expression in her eyes was much softer and full of uncertainty… Her outfit might have been Black’s but there was no doubt in my mind that this was Cia.

“Hey,” I said and opened the door to let her in. “Good to see you again so soon.”

Cia didn’t say “Hi,” she just walked inside.

“Violet was doing a cleansing, so I didn’t want to stay at home.”

I closed the door and followed her into the living room, where she went straight to the large window overlooking the lake.

“As far as I’m concerned, this is your home.”

Cia looked back at me with dramatic black eyeliner around her eyes and purple lipstick on her mouth. “You don’t mind that I’m dressed this way?”

“I told you. You can dress however you like; I’ll love you no matter what.” It was the truth.

“You don’t feel rejected by me and all that?” she asked with some slight confusion on her face and went over to take a seat on the couch.

“That depends,” I said and moved closer.

“Depends on what?”

I winked. “If you’re here to reject me or love me.”

Cia bit her lip and met my eyes. “I’m not here to reject you,” she muttered low.

“Good…” A roar of excitement rose all the way from my toes to my head. She was probably here to talk to me and take things slow… but my whole body was screaming that this was my chance to convince her that I loved her completely. Like a chess player seeing an opening, I made my move.

“I missed you,” I said and sat down on the coffee table in front of her.

“I missed you too…” she admitted.

I leaned in and kissed her softly when she whispered: “I told you to take it slow.”

I smiled. “I heard you, and I intend to take it slow…” I lowered my head and gently nibbled at the lower lip she had just been biting. “I’m going to slowly make love to you until you beg me to stop, and I intend to take my time and enjoy every minute of it.”

Her eyes followed my every move as I removed her shirt and bra, kissing my way from her shoulder all the way down to her wrist before pushing her gently back so I could tug her pants off. I couldn’t help a small smile when I saw her bright purple panties that were a stark contrast to all the black clothing I had already peeled off her.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered.

She was as ticklish as she had been ten weeks ago, and the way she squirmed and laughed made the whole room seem brighter.

“Stop, I don’t like it when you tickle me,” she chuckled and pushed at my torso. I pulled back and stood up in front of her, undressing without ever breaking eye contact with her. The desire in her eyes only enhanced my already significant lust for her. Stepping out of my boxers I stroked my cock up and down, spreading the pre-cum.

“I can’t wait to be inside you,” I muttered and got down on my knees in front of the couch, bringing her closer to me with a firm grip around her thighs.

“Come here.” I lowered my head to taste her and heard her gasp for air. She tasted as sweet as I remembered, and sniffing in her pheromones made my dick jerk with anticipation.

“I want to feel you inside me,” Cia said in a breathy voice full of need.

From licking her folds and teasing her clit, I kissed and licked my way up to her jaw, biting her earlobes just enough to hurt a little. “You’ll feel me inside you, again and again. I don’t care how you fucking dress, I want you.”

I only heard her moan in response, so I tightened my grip around her hips, digging my fingers deeper into her skin. “We’re not playing around, Cia, this is fucking it. Do you understand?”

When she still didn’t answer me, I cupped her face with one hand and looked into her eyes with determination. “Do you understand?”

She pushed my hand away and pulled me in for a kiss.

“Inside me… now.”

There was some kind of strange tug of war going on between us. I wanted her to surrender to me and in my state of primal lust, “taking it slow” was not an option.

“You want to feel me inside you?” I said and with a smug smile I positioned myself against her entrance, letting my hard erection slide up and down, spreading moisture from the head of my flesh over her delicious pinkness. Slowly I circled her clit, offering just enough pressure to make her lean her head back and open her mouth in a deep breathy moan.

“You like that?”

“Yes.”

“It could be yours every day, if you say yes.”

Her eyes were glazed over and she reached for me, wrapping her legs around me.

With everything inside me trembling with excitement, I pushed against her, watching her open up for me.

“Wait,” she said. “Don’t forget the condom.”

I didn’t respond. I wanted so badly to feel her bareback, just a little. “Have there been other guys?” I asked her in an earnest tone.

She shook her head. “And you?”

“No one,” I said and rejoiced in the relief on her face. “I promise I won’t come inside you, but I’m going to take you like this… just a little?” I don’t know why it was suddenly so important to me, except that I wanted nothing between us.

“But what if…?” she whispered with a ragged breathing, telling me that my heart wasn’t the only one beating faster than fast. 

I didn’t give her time to think too much about it, but slid inside her, feeling her delicious snugness all around me. “God, you feel amazing.” I groaned and closed my eyes for a second, taking in the rightness of being inside Cia before I started pumping at a steady pace.

Cia and I had always used condoms but this felt a thousand times better. Her warmth, her tight inner walls giving way to me, her soft skin with the fragrance that would make me recognize her in the dark. Cia was mine, and this was how it should be.

“I want this with you every day.” I moaned and pushed deeper.

She moved against me, meeting my every thrust while leaning her head back with a breathy, “Ohh.”

“That’s right, babe, you and me forever,” I groaned.

Cia opened her eyes and reached up to touch my face.

“Gabriel, I love you,” she said and it made me pause and bend over her to kiss her deeply. “Why are you using my full name?”

“I love your name… I want to call you Gabriel.”

“You can, on one condition… you have to move in with me,” I said with a mischievous smile.

She smiled back at me and caressed my shoulders. “You are so strong.” She sounded full of admiration but I knew she was trying to avoid the question.

“Hey, woman.” I grinned and pulled all the way out only to thrust in hard, showing her that I wouldn’t be ignored. “You heard me. Tell me you’ll move in with me or I’ll do it again,” I threatened with a grin.

She grinned back at me and wiggled her butt. “I’m not scared of you taking me hard.”

“I think you’re trying to distract me, but it won’t work. I want you too much.”

“Even like this?” Cia asked.

I pulled all the way out again and took her in. Yes, she was wearing dramatic black makeup and those damn fake piercings, but it made no difference, I still wanted her.

“What part of me wanting you is unclear to you?” I asked and thrust balls-deep into her again.

“But I’m Black,” she said sardonically, as if to test me.

I arched a brow. “And you’re my brother’s daughter, but I still don’t care. I want you.”

There was a radical change in the way she looked at me. “You sure about that?” she challenged.

“Yes, really, I want you. All of you.”

She closed her eyes for a second and when she opened them again there was pure hunger and lust shining from her.

“You want me?” she asked in a low seductive voice and surprised me with her strength, when she pushed me back and guided me down on the floor.

“You want all of me?” she asked again.

I wanted to say yes, but she drowned my answer with a violent kiss and planted herself on top of me. “Look at me,” she demanded.

I did.

“Tell me again that you love me… all of me,” she said in a gruff voice and slid down over my hard cock. 

“I love you.”

“All of me.”

“All of you.”

The fire in her eyes was intense when she started moving. “You want to take me?”

“Yes.”

“Fill me.”

“Fuck, yes.”

“You want to make me yours?”

“Uh-huh.” She was riding me faster and harder, and it was getting impossible for me to answer her when my balls were screaming for release.

“You want me to move in with you and be your girlfriend.” Her voice was breathy.

“My… wife…” I moaned with my eyes soaking her up. “I want you to be my wife.”

She placed her hands on my chest, riding me with long circular movements that felt like fucking nirvana. “If I say yes…” She lowered herself and whispered into my ear. “Will you promise me something?”

“Anything!” I groaned and closed my hands in her long soft hair.

Her hands were digging into my shoulders and her eyes were radiating with intensity. “Promise to never leave me.”

I didn’t answer her as I was focusing so hard on not coming that I hardly heard her request.  “Sugar,” I groaned and tried to lift her off me. “I can’t hold it any longer, I’m so close.”

She used her strength to stay in place. “Promise me,” she said and bit my shoulder.

“I promise,” I growled and forced her off me – long spurts of cum landing on my belly.  

Both Cia and I were breathing fast and shallow when our eyes met. “I warned you that I was close,” I said.

“I know… I heard you.”

“Then why didn’t you move?”

“I couldn’t, it felt too good.”

I looked at the semen on my belly and chest. “I think I spurted inside you.” 

Cia didn’t look too concerned and propped herself up on an elbow, looking at me while I got up from the floor to find some tissues.

“You really want to do this?” she asked.

I walked back and pulled her off the floor, nudging her into my bedroom while drying off my belly.

“What?” I asked distractedly and stopped in front of the bed.

“Be a couple, move into together… don’t you think we need to know each other better?” she asked and lay down on the bed.

I dropped the tissues in the trash and crawled up to spoon her.

“I already told you. Being at war changes your perspective. I know that what we have is special… I don’t need to wait four years to be sure. This is the real thing, Cia… why can’t you see that?”

“Maybe because I have nothing to compare it to,” she pointed out. “And I’m scared.”

“Of what?”

“Of you changing your mind.”

I kissed her cheek. “You’ve got to take a chance on me, just like I’ve got to take a chance on you. There are no guarantees.”

Cia turned her head. “Gabriel…”

“Yes.”

“As your friend, I think I should warn you not to marry someone as messed-up as me. You can get someone much better than me, you know.” Her eyes were wide, moist, and sincere.

I pushed a strand of hair away from her face and looked deeply into her green eyes. “I appreciate your warning, my friend, but may I offer you a bit of advice too?”

“What?”

“Don’t push back against me like that unless you’re ready for round two.”

“But we just…” she said when I kissed her and stole her words.

“Ohh… but we have ten weeks to make up for and I told you I would make love to you all night, didn’t I?”

She giggled in response.

“Were you serious?”

“I’m always serious when it comes to you,” I said.

We made love three more times that night, each time bonding us closer; and when we finally drifted off, I slept like a rock with Cia in my arms.

⦓∞
⦔

Cia

The room was stuffy when I woke up. No doubt it was a warm day, because the sun was already making the room unbearable hot.

“Gabriel,” I whispered and patted his arm, trying to get out of his tight grip.

He pulled me closer in his sleep and it made me laugh. “Hey… wake up. I have to use the bathroom.”

He was cute in the morning with his puffy eyes and all his stretching and yawning, which gave me enough time to hurry out of the bed to open a window and welcome the breeze into the room. “Come back to bed,” Gabriel murmured with his eyes hooded.