Unveiling The Sky (32 page)

I cleared my throat and shifted until I felt comfortable. “You know, when I was a kid I was like that. I was so unbelievably happy. I wouldn’t need anyone to make me happy either; I would just make up imaginary friends and spend hours in my room, essentially talking to myself. I think that’s one of the hardest things, trying to figure out how that happy little girl became me.” I swallowed and continued staring down as truth after truth fell from my lips. “The irony of all this is that when I was in high school, before it happened, I thought what most people do. That people were exaggerating it or not trying hard enough.” I let out a small, defeated laugh as I thought back to how ignorant I was. “Sometimes I think this is my punishment for being so stupid.”

He shook his head and shifted around like he wanted to move closer. “You can’t help what you didn’t know.” I nodded, unconvinced before he continued on, “You weren’t stupid. Seeing things differently is just a part of growing up. And I’m not going to pretend to understand why life hands out the shit it does to the most undeserving of people.”

I nodded and shifted the tiniest bit closer. “Maybe I could understand if there was a reason. But it’s like I’m drowning with no idea how I even got in the water.”

He nodded like he understood. “I was talking to Sam—”

“You told your sister?” I asked, my voice shaking with the obvious panic I felt. His face paled and his eyes widened as he opened and closed his mouth, trying to find a way to retract his words.

He fidgeted before scooting forward a little; we still weren’t touching, but he was slowly bridging the gap. “I’m sorry. I didn’t even… I just needed someone to talk to, and Sam’s always been there. You can trust her. She won’t say anything and she didn’t think any differently about you. If anything, she admires you more, just like I do.”

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, but they immediately flew open when I felt him grab my hands. I met his stare only inches from my face.

“I’m sorry. I want you to trust me.”

“I do,” I quickly assured him.

He nodded his relief and gently squeezed my hands. “What are you more afraid of? That I’ll want to be with you… or that I won’t? Because it seems to me that either option is terrifying for you,” Gabe said softly.

Bull’s-eye
.

I shrugged and moved my eyes from his. “I’m not afraid of being in a relationship with you,” I said softly. “I’m afraid that you’ll wake up one day and realize you’ve made a mistake. I’m afraid that you want to be with someone who doesn’t actually exist, that you’ve only seen part of the picture and you believe that the rest will match what you’ve already seen. But it won’t, and that would be worse than not being with you at all.”

“After all this time you think I don’t know you?”

“I don’t even know if
I
know who I am half the time.” I shook my head and removed my hands. “Sometimes I feel fragmented, like all I have are a bunch of random pieces that don’t fit together anymore. I want to give you all of me. But will you want all of me when you realize I’m in pieces?” I grabbed my water bottle and started picking at the label.

“What else?” His voice was so low I could barely hear it; he was probably afraid I’d stop talking, but at that point I really had nothing else to lose.

“I’m also afraid that maybe you
do
know me and maybe even accept me, but one day I’m going to hurt you anyway.”

He slowly shook his head, reaching for my face this time instead of my hands. “No one’s perfect, Alara. You think there aren’t things about me that will be difficult?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “You’re just scared, like anyone else entering a relationship, and until you admit that that’s all this is you’re always going to find a reason to push me away.”

This was sounding remarkably familiar… “Have you been talking to Sherry?” I asked with a raised brow, the skepticism heavy in my voice.

A broad grin took over his face and I couldn’t help but smile back, because even though I wanted to run and hide and be comfortable in the routine of my everyday life, I also wanted him. And for once, I really didn’t want to take the coward’s way out.

He must have seen the acceptance in my eyes because his smile widened, if that was even possible, and his eyes lit up. And then he was leaning forward. I could feel his lips before they even touched mine, like an extra sense kicking in to heighten the experience, like how your sense of smell helps you taste food before it even touches your tongue. But the second his lips touched mine I forgot about extra senses, and pretty much everything else, because nothing compared to the feeling of his lips on mine.

At first his lips were slow, like he was savoring me and reassuring himself I was really there. His hands slowly ran down my neck until they were pushing off the jacket I had yet to remove. Once my arms were free I wound them around his neck, pulling him down on top of me. The second we were horizontal his hands became more frenzied as his lips wandered down my neck.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered as his lips closed over my collarbone in a soft kiss. I moaned in response and arched my back, wordlessly asking him to move his mouth elsewhere. Gabe quickly sat up, bringing me with him before removing both our shirts in two pulls. I watched them land on the floor as he gently pushed me back down, his mouth eagerly picking up where it left off.

His soft, slow kisses traveled down my chest until he reached my bra and he suddenly stopped. When he lifted his head and our eyes collided I felt his gaze on every part of me, like he was looking at more than just the physical things he saw. He was looking at my past, my future, my failings, my success, my ugliness, and my beauty.
 

Very deliberately he brought my left hand up and kissed the center of my scar, and my breath faltered as his gaze became even more intense. “You’re beautiful,” he repeated. Slowly nodding my head, I relaxed back into the couch as he began kissing a path above my bra, outlining its shape until he reached the other side.

I’d noticed him looking at my scar before, but he’d never said a thing. Even now, after all I’d told him and all he could assume, he still just accepted it, kissed it, and told me I was beautiful. And all of a sudden I wanted to cry because of how perfect it was, him telling me that even the worst part of me was beautiful.

Awkwardly moving my arms behind my back, I removed my bra before grabbing his neck and crashing his lips to mine in a hungry kiss. His moan rumbled in my chest as my sensitive nipples brushed his skin, forcing out a moan of my own. Unashamed, I grabbed his head and guided him down until he was hovering over my very erect nipple. I felt his chuckle a second before he latched on and sucked hard. A loud whimper left me as I lifted my hips, seeking some kind of friction.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispered as he placed a kiss in the valley between my breasts. After paying equal attention to my other nipple, he raised his head and looked at me expectantly.

“W-what?” I stuttered.

He laughed before placing a chaste kiss on my lips. “Tell me what you want.” One hand tangled in my hair as the other ghosted down my stomach and undid the button on my jeans. The sound of the zipper felt loud as my breathing stopped with the brush of his fingers against my damp panties.

“I want everything.”

He smiled as he carefully pulled my legs free one by one and settled back over me; the only things left between us were my underwear and his pants. “Good, because I want everything too. But right now…” He trailed off as his fingers teased and ghosted over the increasingly wet material. “What do you want?”

My breathing picked up as my brain caught on. “I-I want your m-mouth.” My face felt warm with embarrassment, but as I thought about his hot, wet tongue sliding over and into me, I couldn’t regret my request. I’d never had anyone go down on me before, but it was the one thing I’d always wanted to try.

Gabe’s hand stilled and his eyes widened, like he hadn’t actually expected me to say anything. But a second later a self-satisfied grin spread across his face as he grabbed my hips, lifting me off the couch and into his arms. I let out a startled and strained laugh as I wound my legs around his waist and clutched his shoulders.

“Yes ma’am,” he whispered before biting my earlobe and moving us toward his bedroom. He stopped at the end of the bed before releasing me. We both let out soft groans as I slid torturously slow down his body until my feet hit the floor. He stepped away to shut and lock the door before turning on a dim light in the corner across the room.

When he walked back, he stopped just out of reach as his gaze roamed down my body. A few minutes later he spoke, and his voice was low and hoarse as he commanded, “Sit on the edge of the bed.” I silently obeyed as he removed his pants and kneeled in front of me. He began rubbing his hands up and down my thighs, each time bringing them closer to the apex at the top. After what felt like an eternity, he slowly slid my panties off and threw them behind him. His eyes flared as he stared at my wet core, causing my breath to falter before I fell back on my forearms and stared down at him.

He licked his lips and drew me forward until my butt was teetering at the end of the bed. With his eyes on mine, he slowly moved forward until he was hovering right
there
, and I bit my lip in anticipation. One soft, slow swipe of his tongue had my head falling back and my eyes rolling into the back of my head as a low moan tore through my throat. I opened my eyes just in time to see his smirk fade as he lowered his mouth again and began a steady rhythm of licking and kissing. He alternated between the inside of my thighs, my slit, and my clit, driving me mad with the slowness.
 

“G-Gabe.” I don’t know how I managed to get that out between the heavy pants but I did, and his name seemed to be the magic word. His grip on my thighs tightened as he moved his mouth to my clit and sucked hard. I whimpered as my hips bucked into his face. He removed his mouth and brought his hand up to lick his fingers before slowly inserting two. My arms trembled as his mouth found my clit once more, gently sucking as his fingers slowly began to move.

“Oh, oh, oh, God,” I moaned as I fell flat onto my back. Gabe started moving faster, pumping his fingers in and out in quick, short thrusts while his tongue flicked my clit. My body reacted instinctively as my legs curled up by his ears and my hands fisted his comforter.
 

I stiffened as pleasure shot up my spine and I shuddered out my release. Despite all the embarrassing moans and screams that led up to it, my orgasm was soundless as I came on his hand and mouth. Gabe slowly helped me down as he continued applying light pressure and a slow drag of his fingers. Sated, I melted back into the bed as he crawled over my body and kissed me languidly. “Mmm,” he murmured. “That was perfect.”

I chuckled and he pulled away, giving me a mock scowl. “Babe, when a man eats you out, you’re not supposed to laugh.” He was still giving me a fake glare as he got up and went into his adjoining bathroom. Gabe returned a second later with a wet cloth and began cleaning me off. I smiled and ducked my head, suddenly shy despite the fact that he had his freaking face there five minutes ago. Laughing at myself, I closed my eyes and threw my arm over them.

“What did I just say about the laughing?” He tossed the cloth into his hamper before gathering me up in his arms and moving us up the bed.

“Sorry,” I said, not sounding sorry
at all
. I somehow found the energy to lift myself up and give him a kiss. Thankfully he met me halfway and after a few minutes of slow, drugging kisses we pulled apart. “It was perfect.” I frowned as I traced his lips with my fingers. “But you didn’t get anything out of it.”

He raised his eyebrows at my frown. “Nothing out of it?” His shook his head like my words were insane. “Just being with you is enough.”

“But I want to reciprocate.”

“Well I certainly won’t stop you.” He laughed and gestured toward his tented boxers. And of course I picked that moment to yawn. Gabe only laughed harder as he moved us under the covers. “Just sleep,” he said against my temple right before he placed a light kiss there.

I might have mumbled something before I dropped off, but I honestly couldn’t tell you what. Everything felt perfect as I drifted into sleep, and the last thought I had was…

There couldn’t possibly be a better dream waiting for me than the one I was leaving behind.

I couldn’t remember the last time I had a wet dream. Probably when I was fifteen, and it was a little embarrassing to be having one now, even if I was ridiculously turned on when I went to sleep last night. As consciousness slowly seeped in, I became increasingly aware of the fact that I wasn’t actually having a wet dream.

Slowly lifting my head, I glanced down to see Alara’s warm mouth wrapped around the tip as her blonde hair softly caressed my thighs. A moan tore from my throat as she lightly sucked before releasing me with a pop.

“Morning.” Her voice was hoarse as she smiled.

“Good gahhhh…” My own greeting became a cry as her hand gripped the base and she covered the rest with her mouth. Her laughter caused a pleasant vibration that had me fisting her hair and pulling her closer. She moaned around me as she began to set a rhythm with her mouth and hand in tandem. Pausing to catch her breath, her hand took over at a frantic rate as her lips migrated to my stomach, where she placed soft and gentle kisses. I was right on the edge when her hand suddenly stopped. I panted out a curse and barely resisted pulling her hair when I looked down at her. Her eyes were bright as she looked up at me before she very deliberately slid back down my body until she was eye level with my cock. She licked her lips, gradually dragged her flat tongue along the underside, and then swirled around the tip. Groans and grunts poured from my mouth when she kissed it gently and softly wrapped her lips around it with a light suck.