Destiny Undone: The Complete Series Box Set (64 page)

“I know,” Mills smiled, “a no-brainer, right? But we had so many names that were all so cool! Like names from Lord of the Rings,” Fallon added. “And Star Trek characters.”

Everyone looked at each other and flashed an awkward, frozen smiles at that revelation—all except for me and I couldn’t help giggling. Mills gave me a piercing look and felt obliged to point out that those were among
Fallon’s
choices.

“Well, we’re very honored,” Dad smiled. “Aren’t we, Yassir?”

“Indeed,” he replied. “Very nice. It is a very big honor, in fact.” Yassir obviously had something else on his mind and nervously twisted his napkin into knots as he spoke. “In truth, however, I was hoping you might have made another announcement as well.”

“Hold on,” Mills teased. “We’re getting to that. You’re all supposed to sip your champagne after that first announcement, by the way.” We did as she asked and Maria appeared quietly again and quickly topped us off again.

“Okay, here’s the really big news,” Mills gushed. “Fallon and I have set a date for our wedding!”

Charlotte beamed a huge smile and leapt up from her chair to hug Mills followed by Evangeline who ran round the table from her side too.

“That’s so wonderful,” Charlotte said. “What’s the date?”

“December 21
st
,” Mills replied.

“Oh my,” Evangeline gasped. “That’s so soon!”

“Raise your glasses, folks,” Dad said, “To Fallon and Mills!” and everyone else stood up and congratulated Mills and Fallon, kissing her on the cheek and back-slapping Fallon before they took another sip.

“And why did you choose December 21
st
?” Dad asked. “I mean, any particular reason?”

“Well, it’s the Winter Solstice, for one thing,” Mills explained. “And it’s close to Christmas, but not too close. I mean, we want businesses to be open for our service and reception. Plus, most of our friends will be on vacation from school, so we should get a good turn-out.”

“That makes perfect sense to me,” Dad said.

I looked over at Gabe to see his reaction. Sure enough, although he was smiling and, I’m sure, very happy for them, I could see there was a trace of nervousness in his smile. I patted his thigh comfortingly—maybe he felt the noose tightening around his own neck.

“Oh, I am so relieved!” Yassir beamed, and chugged down his champagne. He turned around and asked Maria for a refill, which he also downed in one swift drink. “I could not be any happier… for you two as well as myself! Fallon, your mother would have been so proud of you!”

“But that’s less than three months away,” Evangeline said. “Do you realize how far in advance caterers and wedding planners get booked up? Goodness, I’d better start making calls tonight!”

“I’d be glad to help, if I can,” Charlotte offered. “I realize that you and Mills are the primaries, but if you could use reinforcements in any way, please let me know.”

Evangeline looked slightly stunned, but she snapped out of her shock when Mills thanked her for her offer and eagerly endorsed her participation. Evangeline looked at Mills and nodded in agreement.

“Well, of course, Charlotte,” she said. “This is a time when families come together. It’ll be a challenge, but we’ll make it work! I’m looking forward to this.”

I got up and gave my sis a hug and gave Fallon one, too. His body seemed to stiffen, and he blushed, but I think he appreciated my show of affection.

“Well,” Dad said, “shall we adjourn to living room and enjoy some coffee, or would you all prefer to stay and break out more bubbly?” The consensus was to move to the living room—though the beverage preferences were evenly split.

“Before we get into that, I just wanted to show Gabe around the house,” I said. “He’s never gotten to see our place yet.”

“Ah, yes,” Yassir smiled. “I, too, would enjoy taking a tour. Such a lovely place!”

Charlotte wrapped her arm around Yassir’s and guided him toward the living room. “Of course, Yassir. We’ll take a tour a bit later, if you don’t mind. We don’t want the party to break up, after all.”

“Ah, yes,” Yassir nodded. “We have many things to discuss!” Doug took Charlotte’s other arm and the three of them talked and laughed as they walked away.

“Come on, Gabe,” I said, gently yanking his arm. “It’ll be fun.”

I couldn’t resist making Mills’ suite of rooms the first stop. I held my finger to my lips and we quietly entered her sitting room area. A soft light from a table lamp lit the room, but there was no sign of the baby.

“In here,” I whispered, and turned the doorknob of Mills’ bedroom. Gabe seemed hesitant to enter, so I held his wrist and guided him in. The lamp provided ample light to see little Douglas Yassir lying on his stomach in the crib. “Isn’t he beautiful?”

Gabe didn’t answer, but he looked down at the baby boy and I could see the affection that he felt. We both stood over him, silent and slightly awed. All I could think was,
‘Oh, I wish he were mine!’

“He is kinda cute, I suppose,” Gabe conceded and in the dim light, I couldn’t be sure, but I thought I saw a glean of moisture in Gabe’s eyes which widened when I reached down and slid my hands gently under Dougie’s sides.

I swayed with the baby in my arms and then offered him to Gabe. He resisted for a moment, but then took him in his arms. At first, he awkwardly held the baby with his arms straight out as he were carrying an explosive device ready to explode, but then he brought Dougie up to his chest and relaxed. I felt my eyes tear up when Gabe’s cheek nuzzled the baby’s soft, warm head.

He looked so natural holding him. Being an only child, maybe Gabe didn’t have many opportunities to interact with other babies. Maybe he’d need a little more practice to warm up to the idea of having one of his own.

He tried to pass him back to me, but I just nodded my head at the crib. Gabe gingerly laid the baby boy back on his side and covered him up with his tiny blanket. We crept out of the room and closed the door.

“And I’m down here,” I said, taking his hand and skipping down the hall. “Would you like to see where I sleep when I’m not sleeping with you?” Gabe smiled and we entered.

He looked attentive as I pointed out obvious, boring things in my sitting room. “Here’s the desk and my laptop where I sit for hours watching porn… I mean, studying. And that’s my walk-in closet. Would you like to see all the sexy outfits I have?”

“Only if you plan on modeling some of them for me,” he grinned. Gabe’s hands wrapped around my waist and he pulled me into his chest. We kissed long and passionately and it felt like we were teenagers again, unable to keep our hands off each other now that we were out of our parents’ view. Gabe squeezed my ass and inched up my skirt. I was getting so hot just being with him, I finally had to step away.

“What would you like to see next?” I teased. “The bathroom? The bedroom?”

“Yes, that,” he growled, trying to ensnare me again. I pivoted away and opened the bedroom door. I flipped on the light, but Gabe immediately flipped it off and hugged me again. He moved his cock across my backside and his hands brushed over my breasts. We staggered toward the bed and fell onto it then Gabe straddled me and kissed and licked my neck.

“Don’t you think we should join the others?” I asked, trying to keep the shiver out of my voice. Gabe’s hand moved up between my thighs and his fingers rubbed me through my panties.

“Fuck ‘em,” he rasped with a grin. I gave him a playful slap with one hand while my other reached down and found his cock. There it was… a big, beautiful dick—hard as steel—just for me! I squeezed and worked it, but didn’t attempt to release it. I didn’t want to be gone too long and I sure as hell didn’t want to make it too obvious that we’d been up to something.

Gabe skillfully worked my panties down over my thighs and his body slid down lower. As much as I’d have liked him to lick my pussy, I wanted to keep this teenage lust fantasy going.

“Finger fuck me,” I hissed. “Stick your fingers in my wet pussy. See how hot I am.”

I no sooner got the words out than Gabe’s fingers entered me, sliding in with no resistance. Oh, it felt good! His tongue intertwined with mine, as his fingers slipped in and out of me. Somehow, he was able to put pressure on my clit as well, and his hand was soon covered with my juices.

“I wanna taste you” he growled in my ear. “Let me taste your sweet pussy.” I responded by pulling his face into mine as I ground my hips against his hand. I was close. Real close.

“Faster, Gabe, faster!” Gabe’s fingers worked that heavenly spot inside me and he picked up the pace. I kept grinding against him, his palm was in contact with every nerve ending, anywhere near and around my clit. Lights flashed behind my eyes and I was in heaven. Surreal. He was so good at this. I bit on my wrist as I came, trying to contain the urge to scream out loud. Gabe sped up his hand movements, letting me grind on his hand like a full-blown sex toy, until I finally collapsed on the bed.

Fortunately, my skirt was pulled up above my waist so it didn’t get soaked. The same couldn’t be said about the bedspread, though. I probably didn’t look very lady-like as I hitched up my skirt and ran into the bathroom. I needed to clean up now!

“You’re so bad,” I whispered out loud from behind the door as I tidied up. “You better be glad that I didn’t have to change, or everyone would….” Just then, I heard my smart phone pinging in the next room. At least, I thought it was my phone, but maybe Gabe’s had the same ping.

I opened the door and heard two pings, bouncing back and forth like a sonic table tennis match. Gabe was pulling his own from his pants pocket, which couldn’t have been easy, given his condition. Mine was glowing on the night stand.

“It’s Aven,” I announced. I’d been curious why she hadn’t been invited to dinner. “I should take this.”

Gabe stared down at his phone. “It’s work,” he said, and held it up to his ear. Each of us had a brief conversation with the parties on the other end of both calls. It was difficult to hear Aven. Gabe’s voice kept creeping in and I found myself listening to him and then her.

Finally, I said to Aven, “I’ll be right over.”

“I’ll be right over,” Gabe said, and hung up. “That was Chuck, our security guy. He caught one of the vandals that’s been spray painting our building.”

“That was Aven. Her boyfriend, Dominic, dumped her and she’s a mess. She doesn’t feel like coming over, but she needs to talk to someone.”

“I totally understand,” Gabe said. “I guess we’d better go and say our goodbyes… unless you’d like to finish what we started?”

“I’d love to, honey,” I said, patting his shoulder. “I promise next time… I’ll let you finish... maybe…” I teased, and then caught myself before I giggled too hard.

Poor guy.

A Destiny Beach police car was parked alongside Chuck’s vehicle as I pulled up to the Sea Lab entrance. Thank God there were no flashing lights—the city police were well-schooled in discretion.

Black spray paint was streaked across one of the walls, though the symbols they’d sprayed were indecipherable. I could understand it if the vandals were making a statement—for instance, ‘Sea Lab sucks!’—but these gang signs… it must have been another kind of statement, a territorial thing. Christ, did we even have youth gangs in Destiny Beach? I doubted it.

As I entered, I saw Chuck and two officers standing over a young man sitting at Chuck’s duty station. One officer wrote on a clipboard while the other placed two aerosol cans in a large plastic bag. Chuck spotted me approaching and turned to greet me.

“Caught the little bastard red-handed,” Chuck boasted loudly enough for the others to hear. “I’ve been staking out the area ever since the last incident. When I saw those two little shits skateboarding up to the entrance, I had a feeling they were the culprits. The police were here within minutes, but the other one got away.”

“You’ve been doing this on your own time?” I asked. And I thought Chuck’s main motivation in law enforcement had been the doughnuts. “I’m impressed, Chuck. Good job.”

I approached the suspect to get a better look. He wore a dark hoodie and baggy, black jeans. He was a baby-faced boy and looked to be about sixteen or seventeen.

“So how many times have you done this?” one of the officers asked.

The young man’s mouth curled in a sneer. “I told you, I ain’t saying nothin’ till I get a lawyer.”

Either the kid had watched too many Law and Order episodes, or this wasn’t his first run-in with the law. His driver’s license lay on the counter and I looked at the name—Justin Church. I looked back at the suspect and recognized a resemblance to someone I knew. Maybe it was the sneer.

“Are you any relation to Jonathan Church?” I asked.

The teen just rolled his eyes and ignored my question but the officer tapped the license and pointed at the address.

“He’s local, and I’ve had enough dealings with Jonathan Church to think that you’re probably right.”

The other officer told Justin to stand up and turn around then he was handcuffed and led toward the entrance.

“We’ll contact his parents after we’ve processed him,” the officer explained. “He’ll be released into their custody. I’m sure his father will contact you soon to work out some sort of ‘arrangement.’ That’s the way it usually works around here.”