Determinism (Cara & Abel's Story) (15 page)

In the next moment Abel takes us from sitting on the edge of the bed to standing up.

“Fuck, this skirt is so damn sexy,” he says into my neck.

Standing before him, allowing him to control me and us, I have the urge to touch him. Reaching behind me I grip his ass and hang on. Everything inside of me is on a roller coaster. My body is burning; I’m barely holding onto the orgasm that is growing inside of me. It’s an angry demon that needs to escape.

Abel continues to pound me, with one hand wrapped around my hip and the other pinching one of my nipples. Before I can fight it any longer, Abel grunts, letting go, and pours himself inside of me. The pressure he is putting on my body in all the right places sends me over the edge. I let go along with him, coming while I hold his body to mine.

Wandering through the mall, I think I have the last of everything I need for my trip home. I head towards the exit and my cell phone rings, I fish it out of my purse. Looking at the screen my stomach drops.

“Hey, Mom,” I say.

“Cara, why didn’t you tell me that you were bringing a boy home with you?”

“Because I haven’t talked to you. And he isn’t a boy, Mom. He’s a grown man and my boyfriend.”

Silence takes over the line. “Hello?” I ask.

“I’m here. What do you expect me to say to that?”

“I don’t know, how about you’re happy for me?”

“Oh, Cara, I want to be, trust me. But I don’t want you to ever experience heartache like I have since I lost your father.”

“So you’re saying that you would rather I stay single forever to avoid the risk of heartache?”

“Yes.”

“Dad dying was a freak accident. Plus, without Dad you wouldn’t have Amber or me. I’m not going to stay single forever because he passed away. That’s not what he would have wanted.”

She takes a deep breath into the phone. “Well, he’s going to need to sleep on the couch.”

“Okay, Mom. Whatever you say. But please be nice to him. I really like him and I don’t need you scaring him off. Think about Daddy and what he would want.”

“Goodbye, Cara.”

The line goes silent before I can get out another word. Ever since my father passed away she has gone off the deep end, needing control beyond anything reasonable. Thinking back on things, she has always been controlling, but more so now than ever.

My phone rings again, and looking at the screen it’s her and I’m
not
going to answer it. I decline the call and get into my car. I start the engine and my voicemail beeps, so I check it as I start to drive.

“Cara, it’s your mom. That boy needs to sleep on the couch!”

Oh my God, is she serious? She already told me that. Maybe Abel going home with me isn’t a good idea after all. She’s such a freak about meeting new people and has always been wary of strangers. I don’t mean to bitch about her, because I really do feel bad. I couldn’t imagine what she’s gone through. Losing my father has clearly damaged her. But I will not live my life in the dark, hiding from happiness. I know loving someone is a risk; hell, I think I know that better than anyone. I’ve fallen in deep, time and time again, only to have my trust broken and my heart shattered. And not to mention I tried to stop things between Abel and I by fruitlessly fighting my feelings for months. Ultimately, I couldn’t stop the path that was already laid out for us. In life, if you never take risks, then I truly believe you will never be rewarded.

I know my dad would not only be happy for me, but he would be extremely proud of me. He always told me to listen to my heart. As a child he taught me to be a free spirit. It allowed me to have a confidence within myself that other girls my age growing up — and even now — have never had. I vividly remember sneaking off with him to take long hikes, sometimes at night. This was something that only he and I did together. My mom was always so protective and scared of us hiking and going out late, so we said that we were going to the library. But we both wanted to be free and indulge in something we loved to do together. When we hiked, we would talk for hours and push ourselves not only mentally, but physically. The reward was the bond we shared, completing the journey together, and experiencing the spectacular view that we were lucky enough to see at the end.

Pulling up to my condo, I’m happy to see Abel waiting out front for me.
I really need to get him a key.
He’s on the porch, sporting a huge smile. Walking up to him, I smile and the moment I’m close enough I kiss him, getting lost in the soft feel of his lips. He slows the kiss and I hug him tightly, nuzzling my face into his neck.

“Hey, are you okay?”

Without speaking, I move my head up and down. I don’t want to get into what my mom said or how batshit crazy she is.

Pulling away, he holds my face in his hand and says, “Talk to me, baby.”

“Do I have to?” I whisper.

“Yes.”

Leaning into his touch, I say, “My mom called, and she is … well, she’s my typical controlling mom. And it got me thinking about my dad. I don’t know; there’s just a lot going on in my mind. I’m really nervous for you to go home with me and meet her.”

“What did she say?”

“She asked why I hadn’t told her that I was bringing home a ‘boy.’”

“What did you say?”

“I told her that I haven’t talked to her lately and you’re not a boy, you’re a grown man who is my boyfriend. She was silent and couldn’t even be happy for me. She relates everything back to her losing my dad. She thinks that if I fall in love, I’m going to one day end up alone and hurt like her.”

“How can she even relate the two? What happened to your dad was tragic, but it was also an accident that can happen to any of us at any time. We could get into a car accident driving there. She needs to recognize that sometimes risks are worth taking”

“Ha,” I can’t help the laugh that comes out. “You’re telling me.”

“What if I could take your mind off of everything with your mom for a bit?”

“I would love that. What do you have in mind?” I ask cocking one eyebrow at him.

“Let’s hit the road and I’ll show you.”

“You’re going to have to help me pack then.”

“Your wish is my command. I’ll do anything you need this weekend.”

Squeezing his ass, I pull him against me. “Anything?”

“Anything,” he repeats nibbling my lower lip and then leaving kiss after kiss as he stares into my eyes. Before I demand that he fuck me, right here and right now on my porch, I fumble with the door handle in an attempt to get us inside. Once we are in. I look over at him and he looks sexy as fuck, with his hands in his pockets, wearing a thin, light blue t-shirt and a backwards hat.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Cara?” he asks with a serious expression across his face.

I nod my head as he walks up to me and says, “Good, because I want you to think of my cock inside of your tight cunt all day. I want you to imagine how good it’s going to feel once I control you and please you any way I see fit.”

I stick my bottom lip out. “No, baby, none of that. Now finish packing so we can miss traffic, and I promise I’ll make your wait worthwhile.”

I slap his arm and walk off pouting. Abel chuckles and follows me upstairs, slapping my ass on the way. When I come out of my bathroom carrying my tote worth of toiletries, Mr. Sex-on-a-stick is sprawled across my bed.

“Would you mind grabbing the bags out of my car?” I ask.

“Of course, do you need anything else?”

“No, thanks.”

I finish up my packing, and when Abel comes back into my room, he empties the bags onto my bed, which I load into my suitcase.

“Geez, babe, do you really think you need to take this much stuff?”

“Yeah, I do. I have to have an outfit for every occasion.”

“Shit, then I should’ve packed more clothes,” he says jokingly.

“You’re fine. I think this is everything if you want to load up and we can get out of here.”

He takes my suitcase, kisses me on the nose, and goes downstairs. Looking around my room, I think I have everything I need. I grab my purse and trot downstairs myself. Looking around, all of the main lights are off. I leave the lights below the kitchen cabinets on and head outside, locking the front door.

Abel is organizing everything in the bed of his truck when I get outside.

“Ready?” he asks.

“Yup.”

I hop in and he comes over closing my door. I wonder where we are going and what he has in store for me. I absolutely love surprises.

We pull away from my condo and I ask, “How long until we get there?”

“To your mom’s is twelve hours, but you know that. To where I plan on fucking you all night long, about six hours.”

My mind rushes to think what is six hours from here and on the way to Arizona. I come up with nothing romantic. But the thought of Abel and I fucking all night long has me so intrigued that I don’t care where we go. He could park his truck on the side of the road and it would make me completely satisfied.

Once we hit the highway, Abel puts the pedal down. My eyes feel tired; work is finally catching up with me. Curling my legs underneath me, I look over at Abel. He’s calm and confident and at such ease behind the wheel. His arm is draped over the center armrest and I lean to kiss it, breathing him in and enjoying his sweet scent.

Moving his hand he cups my face and precedes to move down my neck and back, finally resting his warm touch there. I moan and look over at his shorts as his cock is straining against the dark fabric. I sit up and move the center console, scooting closer to get an up close and personal look.

Touching my hand to his exquisite package, I meet my eyes with his only for a brief moment and then his are back on the road. I remove him from his shorts and a hiss escapes him. I don’t waste a moment devouring him, tightly gripping his velvet skin with no restraint as I begin to move. Immediately my throat is warmed with a small drop of cum and I smile on the inside.

I move my hand and mouth in sync and feel his balls tighten. I know that he is close and I love that he is letting me do this. Pleasing him is one of my greatest indulgences. This is the least I can do to repay him for everything he has given me. There is such a long list and his coming on this trip is just icing on the cake. Abel growls and curses my name, bursting in the back of my throat. Swallowing, I continue my movements, slowing only a little … that is, until I hear the truck veer off over the rumble strips on the highway, which is loud as hell. I jump up and look ahead and see we are in our lane. I look at Abel and he has a huge smirk on his face.

“Damn it, you scared the shit out of me.”

“Kitten, that was not my fault. You’re the one who attacked me while I was driving down the highway at eighty miles an hour. I had to do something to get you to stop. It was either that or I was going to pull over and fuck you so hard you wouldn’t have been able to sit straight for the weekend.”

Sitting back in my seat I shake my head, laughing at his comment. Looking over at Abel, he is readjusting himself back into his shorts.
Serves him right.

When he is finished and tucked away, he reaches for me. When he asks me to come, I always do. Scooting over, I get comfy, settling in my favorite place. We sit in silence and I concentrate on the sound of his breathing, thinking about how much my dad would’ve loved to meet him. I know they would’ve hit it off, since they have so much in common, and more importantly, they both want what’s best for me.

“Baby, we’re here,” he says in between sweet kisses that awaken me. Looking around, the sun is setting and I don’t recognize my surroundings. I’m snuggled in the same position I got comfy in, only this time the truck is stopped and Abel has both of his arms enclosed around me.

“What time is it?” I ask.

“It’s a quarter after six.”

“Where are we?”

“In New Mexico. Are you ready for your surprise?”

I nod my head and he kisses me, then slides out of the truck. I scoot over and put my flip-flops back on. Abel opens my door and helps me down to the ground.
Holy shit, it’s hot here.
We turn to walk into our destination and standing before us is a huge Mexican-style stucco hotel.