Chapter 24: Great Mornings…

POV: Gabby

November 1, 2007

What woke me up were the soft lips against my neck and the fingers that were already inside me. How I’d not woken up before then was beyond me. My back was against him and I just sighed. Couldn’t entirely say that what he was doing didn’t feel good.

“It’s about time you woke up.”

“Clearly you weren’t trying…hard enough.”

“I think I’m trying just right.”

I couldn’t deny that logic, the way his thumb made contact with the clit and the pressure just felt good, I started to move so he’d have better access but he kept me right where I was. His left hand found the nipple where he did a rolling movement and I just laid my head back some, gave in. I was getting close when he moved his hand and for a moment I was confused before I felt the head of his cock pushing into me, it dawned on me then he was big enough for this position. I definitely moaned at that one, feeling him push into me slowly was different. Once he was confident he moved his hand back up, started with slow thrust.

“You feel amazing. Do you like the way I fill you completely?”

“You know I do.”

I felt the slight nip to my ear. “Not true. I can go a little…”

He pushed deeper into me. “Fuck…”

He had a free hand now which he used to massage the breast before he twisted that nipple hard and I yelped, not that I didn’t like that. The way I was laying blocked me from moving much, not that I needed too but he was very content to go slow, pushing in and pulling out at the same slow rate. Yet, each time he pushed in the head would hit that g-spot just right. I felt another nip this time my neck.

“Turn over.”

“No.”

“Trust me, Gabriella.”

He pulled out and I wanted to complain but instead I turned to face him, his hand ran down my side and he pulled one leg over his hip and then he was sliding back in slowly again, this position felt very intimate to me. His right hand remained on my ass, pulling me to him some. His other hand was behind me and in this position, talking was easy but not when his lips were on mine, not when they were on my neck. I returned the favor when my brain was able to register anything beside the way he felt moving into me.

“So gorgeous.” He whispered.

“You...driving me crazy…”

He nipped my ear again, but his teeth sank into my neck and I moaned louder, not that he wouldn’t hear me, it was right in his ear and that caused him to pull me to him harder, sinking him deeper into me. I’d actually never done this position and I was loving it, this close contact and intimacy.

“Wanted you so badly, can you feel how much?”

“Feel you, fuck, you know what I want.”

My brain was not forming much else, the warm feeling was overwhelming. Yet, he still didn’t get that much faster, maybe a little, maybe it was just because his hand on my ass felt nice. I was rather content though, even when he finally seemed to get faster and harder.

“Do you like the way I fuck you, baby?”

There was that word again and all I could do was nod, because words didn’t seem to exist. He must have been happy with that version of an answer because he got a bit faster. I wasn’t sure what I liked more about this position, the fact that I could feel his hot breath on my neck, the stimulation to the nipples since I was pressed against his chest, or his hand grabbing my ass and pulling me toward him.

“I love how you look right now, the warm flushed color.”

I could feel my face heat up then, perfect. I couldn’t answer with anything but gasps and moans at this point. I could feel this tingling feeling and I wasn’t sure what it was, it felt pleasant. I was mildly confused when I found myself laying on my back, but he just smirked down at me and went to my neck.

“Driving me insane, is that your plan?” I asked.

He gently nipped my ear. “Maybe...is it working?”

“If you don’t fuck me like you want too, I may have to flip you over and do it myself.”

There was a slight giggle but he paused his movements, before ramming in and I yelped.

“Better?”

“Fuck yes.”

That apparently motivated him to get a lot harder and faster and that tingling feeling was getting much stronger, he was relentless after that, didn’t bother to ask question and I liked the way he looked being above me. That tingling feeling began to feel warm and fuzzy, I was finding breathing to be shallow and thoughts ceased to exist. The explosion that occurred was powerful, nothing I’d felt before. I was sure his yelp was because my nails dug into his arms and I needed that stability because everything seemed to be moving. He hadn’t even slowed down and the second time that occurred I felt like I might pass out. I was certain the scream I heard, was mine. It wasn’t until after that that his movements seemed to slow and then stop. There was a weird feeling in my head, everything was fuzzy and blurry, I was rather glad that he pulled me back to my side, gave me his bicep to lie on as I tried to breathe, yet once I could breath I was out.

The clock read 10:30 when I opened my eyes, but he wasn’t in the bed anymore. However, there was a note on the bedside table that told me I had clean clothes and clean towels in the bathroom, evidently he’d gone through my bag. Yet I just laid here in his bed, in his room.

Truthfully, I wasn’t entirely sure why I decided to have sex with him. Odds are Max and Abigail were right, he wouldn’t stay or be there afterwards. He had gotten what he wanted, he still had a long time left for the 48 hours, but after that he’d go back to his blondes and I wouldn’t even exist. I knew this and yet, I’d said yes anyway. I knew I couldn’t tell Max, he would be pissed off if I told him. I finally got up and I would never tell him that walk to the bathroom was different for me, I remembered that cocky message months ago. It wasn’t like it totally just hurt like hell but I could definitely tell I’d had sex.

Laying on the sink was one of his shirts, button up long sleeve plaid blue and white one and a pair of panties that I’d brought, which was my blue ones. A clean towel also laid there along with my toothbrush, toothpaste, deodorant, and hair brush. I just giggled, took another shower and got dressed and presentable. I then went to the front where he was in the kitchen cooking in nothing but black boxer briefs.

“Good morning.”

“How did you even know I was awake?”

“I heard the shower running.”

“Really? I am pretty sure I brought more than panties.”

“You brought those damn footie pajamas and then nothing that even resembled sexy. Wasn’t gonna fly with me, I should have dug through the closet before we left.”

“Are you cooking?”

“That I am. Brunch mostly, I was in the mood for eggs and ham. How do you like your eggs?”

“Scrambled with cheese.”

I sat down on the stool and had to adjust a bit to keep from hurting, it had been a long time since I’d had that type of sex, where it lasted long enough for me to even feel it. Yet, standing here I got a good view of his back, the smooth lines of muscles as he moved, his curly wet hair, clearly he hadn’t been up long either. I watched him move and I watched his perfect ass. It would be hard forgetting about him after the tour. My phone was laying on the counter so I checked it and sighed.

“What is it?” he asked.

“Simon asked why I would be stupid enough to dye my hair black again. If that wasn’t bad enough, he also doesn’t like that I was there with someone.”

“None of his business for either scenario.”

There was one message from Abigail, she asked if I ever made it to Cain’s or if he’d simply taken me home. Pretty sure she was still thinking I was stupid for even agreeing. There were three from Max, he’d asked if I was okay and where I was and the last one asked when I’d be home, that message was at ten. I didn’t reply to either of them and before long he was sitting a plate with scrambled eggs and cheese, toast, sliced strawberries, and ham. He even had orange juice. He sat his own plate down beside mine and then came around to eat too.

“So…master what is on the agenda for today? Doesn’t look like you need me to clean.”

He nearly choked on the huge bite of ham and eggs he’d shoveled into his mouth moments before I asked. When he was able to breathe he looked at me.

“Master?” he asked.

“It’s not inaccurate, you get to tell me what to do, pretty sure that’s the definition of a master.”

His cheeks went slightly pink. “Yeah, and I’ve heard it used in other ways.”

“You don’t strike me as the whips and handcuffs kind of man.”

Yet the way he moved the eggs around on the plate made me question that assumption, but he really didn’t have any of those items.

“Just because I don’t have them, doesn’t imply that I wouldn’t ever want too.”

“That is true, I rather assumed I wouldn’t be leaving the apartment, I don’t know any place in town that would let me in wearing this.”

“Well, if we want dinner I do have to go to the store.”

“Nice.”

We finished eating breakfast without anymore choking or problems. I elected to do the dishes since he did cook, which really it wasn’t a lot of stuff. I had the plates left when my phone began to ring and it was Max calling, so Zac flipped it on and put it on speakerphone for me.

“Hey Max.” I said.

There was a moment of quiet followed by the eruption.

“I know damn well you are smart and yet I know you didn’t make the stupid ass decision to go home with him!” he yelled.

Zac looked at the phone and frowned, he moved away but didn’t go far. I knew telling him where I’d slept would be worse.

“He has a sofa Max.”

He snorted. “As if you are capable of sleeping on the sofa, recall our conversation yesterday about you saying no? Tell me you at least remembered that and said no.”

“I have the ability to say no and I did.”

It was a blatant lie but really who I had sex with wasn’t his concern.

“Gabby?” Abigail asked.

“Abby? What are you doing there so early?”

“I came here to spend time with you after the party but you never came home. Come on Gabs, you’re smarter than this.”

“I’m capable of handling myself.”

Zac walked by the counter and came around. “Take the phone, I’ll finish.” He whispered.

I dried my hands and picked it up, but left it on speakerphone. He was already pretty much aware of what they called him anyway. He finished the last plate and was wiping the counter down.

“We know you are, but Max knows him pretty well.”

It was clear Max was still close by, I could hear him muttering about how stupid I was to believe his lies, how stupid it was to think he wanted anything beyond sex.

“Max doesn’t know him that well Abby, he toured for a few months with them a few times. That isn’t going to give him any clear picture.”

“Quit being stupid.” She said.

“Then stop telling me I am, I’m not stupid. If that’s all you want to tell me then I get it we’re done here.”

Zac turned from the stove and looked at me.

“I’ll come get you, where is his apartment?” Max asked.

“Maxwell, I don’t want you to come get me. I’m fine. I have my overnight bag, clean clothes, and everything I need.”

The line was quiet and I was sure that wasn’t information he expected, that I had planned to come here anyway. I then heard the louder snort.

“I guess you really aren’t capable of saying no, you never told Jacob no and you haven’t any other asshole that’s come since him.”

“That was uncalled for Maxwell. I’ll be home sometime later today to get my tour bags, I don’t want to hear your voice until then. You need to really evaluate what you just said. Jacob never fucking gave me a choice and you know that!”

I hung-up and didn’t even make it down the hallway before Zac’s arms were around me.

“It’s okay Gabby.”

Jacob was a low blow and Max knew that but Zac’s arms around me felt safe and comforting.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah. He just…he knows better. We can run to the store now if you want though.”

“Sure. Why don’t you go pick something for me to actually put on and your bag is on the dresser. I’ll drain the sink.”

“Okay.”

I didn’t realize it until I was in his room that he was giving me this out, this time to calm down on my own. Because he knew I was upset. I heard my phone ring, knew it was Abigail’s ringtone so I answered.

“What do you want?”

“You know…”

“Stop defending him Abigail. He hasn’t even fucking known that long and this is how he uses that information? You can go home I won’t be coming there until later and then it’s just to get my tour bags. We leave sometime but I just can’t be there right now so I’ll just stay here. It’ll give him time to think and if he wants me to leave I’ll figure it out.”

“Gabriella.”

“I got to go.”

I hung-up and laid the phone down, went to his walk in which really was huge but the lack of anything in it made me wonder. I found pants and a shirt and then got my own pants, all I had were the heels though so I went to the front and put those on and he got dressed right there.

“Damn did you find the smallest pants in my closet?”

“I just got a pair, come on you can get those on.”

His eyes rolled at me and I smiled, I really hadn’t paid any attention to the size of the pants. But he did get them on and I smiled, they accented his ass very well.

“You do know we leave later tonight right?”

“Bus call is 6 AM Friday. Although, I have no problem if you want to get your bags today.”

“I thought we left tonight.”

“No. It’s why I called my 48 hours in last night and tonight, by the time my 48 hours is over you’ll be with me on a bus anyway.”

“Sneaky. I don’t know where I got tonight then.”

“It’s okay.”

He took me there first and refused to stay in the car, not that it mattered because no one was home. I didn’t really need to pack anything extra, just found some warmer pajamas because it was now cold weather everywhere pretty much.

“Oh my god! You have Star Wars footie pajamas?!”

“Yes. That a problem too?”

“No, you can wear these anytime you want day or night.”

“Seriously? I can’t wear the grey ones but I can those?”

“Exactly. They’re Stars Wars.”

I just handed him my bag and he took it to the car. I left Max a note on the table that said we could talk when we were both back but I made it clear, I didn’t want to hear from him for a few days at least. We then went by the store where he asked what I wanted, I chose something that would be simple, easy and leave few leftovers. Spaghetti. We then headed back to his apartment and as soon as we were inside he stripped down to just those boxers and then looked at me and waited.

I sighed but did take the pants back off, grateful his apartment was nice and warm. Simon had sent another dozen messages in our absent and they all basically asked why I dyed it, what I did, why I was being so stupid, went as far to tell me I knew the consequences. I left my phone on the counter and seen Zac had chosen the end of the sofa I normally curled up on. I took the other end but seriously, what I wanted was to be close to someone, I didn’t care who. Zac was aimlessly flipping the channel’s so I tried to just slid closer.

I heard him giggle. “I can see you moving, if you want to get over here then by all means. I’m not going to push you away.”

He really didn’t have to say it twice, I moved curling myself up into the space he had left between himself and the back of the couch, not a huge space but he moved a bit to better be comfortable himself. He seemed a little shocked that I got that close. His arm came over my shoulder and that greatly helped.

How can someone who seemed so caring be like they kept saying? He was flipping channels, trying to find something that was interesting to watch or something he liked. He finally settled on a home remodeling program, looking at outdoor spaces. I questioned the choice but then again, I’d seen him watch those at some of the venues as well. Most all programs were new to me, so it wasn’t boring at least. Two of the shows came on and went off before he said anything.

“I’m going to assume that Max’s comment didn’t just anger you, based on your face and actions I think he really hurt your feelings as well.”

“I don’t want to talk about him.”

“You do know I could pull my whatever card, right?”

“I do. Does it not bother you that Max just thinks you’re some man whore? Does that not piss you off?”

“He’s entitled to his own opinion of me, whether it’s right or not. He really doesn’t know where I go, who I went with or whatever we done every single time. I don’t know him personally but right now I’m thinking that he’s not a very good friend and he’s very rude and inconsiderate of your feelings in this situation. I understand that it’s entirely possible that Max knows you better than I do, I can understand that he wants to protect you but he should respect your feelings as well.”

His arm tightened around me and I didn’t mind. “His comment angered me but it hurt more than anything else. He should know better than to bring it up.”

I knew that his next question would ask about Jacob, I hadn’t mentioned him at all and I was prepared when he did ask.

“You never mentioned a Jacob when you were telling me about your past. Let along that he was someone like Simon who tended to not take no for an answer. Who was he?”

I adjusted a bit, letting his arm come around me some more and finding this space safe and comfortable. Something I’d wanted when I told Abigail and Max, but hadn’t really gotten.

“Legally he’s my father. He and his wife Julian adopted us in November of 1989. I was six at the time. I was happy that they were making us their children.”

He was quiet and it took me forever to realize I said ‘us’ several times.

“Your favorite memory.” He said.

“Yeah.”

“So, what did Jacob do?”

“Julian worked all the time so he was home more, he didn’t do anything until I was 8. Simple touching and he just escalated. It’s why when I turned fourteen I wanted to have sex with Max, I didn’t know it was wrong or odd or not normal. Jacob found out and threatened to tell Max if I ever told on him. It wasn’t too bad until I was 15 and then he got worse when Max left. I turned to whatever I could to cope and when that failed I went to other things. Eventually I met Newton and I left. I didn’t tell Max or Abby until March.”

“Didn’t social services check on you at all?”

“No. They adopted and that made me their kid, no need to check unless someone complained.”

I felt the feather light kiss to my forehead. “Well, you don’t have to worry about Simon or Jacob.”

“I do Simon.”

“Not as long as I’m around. Baby you shouldn’t worry about them, especially Simon.”

He’d used that word again and I know I got quiet on him because of it.

“Do you not like being called that? You get this weird look on your face. If it bothers you I can find something else.”

“No one’s ever called me that before. Babe but not baby, usually they didn’t use any pet name. Newton liked to use sexy sometimes but really, not a pet name.”

“Okay, so they didn’t call you baby but surely one of them bothered to…take care of you? Not in a financial way.”

“You mean bedroom wise, sorry. I met assholes remember? The only one that really cared was Max and Newton. Newton was far more experienced that Max was. Clear by the pictures.”

“You want to try that again? Am I chopped liver here.”

“You want me to just add your name?”

“Um yes. I’d classify screaming my name as taking very good care of you. Although, I may have to do better you were walking very well today and clearly you don’t think I did.”

“You did fine enough, I like being able to walk!”

“I figured that Jacob was someone bad and that Max shouldn’t have used. You were a child and you weren’t given a choice. But, is there a reason why you keep saying we or us when you mention them?”

“They adopted another kid, a boy along with me. We didn’t hang much.”

I was very glad he couldn’t see my face because that was a lie. But that was a part of my life I just didn’t want to talk about, ever. He didn’t ask about the boy or anything else to do with him. We watched TV and dozed a bit, apparently we were both worn out. About 5:15 we started dinner him doing the spaghetti and me the salads. I know each time I bent over he would stare.

“I was rather enjoying that view of your ass, did you have to move?”

“Yes, I can’t stay bent over all day.”

“Do you really wanna bet me on that one?”

“Should have known…”

We had dinner about 6:40. He really was a good cook! I cleaned up this time without interruptions and then found a comfortable spot beside him again, the TV was still on home remodeling shows, but when he muted the TV I looked at him, confused as to why.

“I don’t know exactly why but I can’t seem to get you out of my head, but I think that it’s a sign. I think that…I mean if you want..”

Clearly he wanted to ask me something, but he wasn’t entirely sure on how maybe. So, I waited and he took a few moments.

“I think I’d like to try this out in a more official stance. Not just random. You’ve been all I’ve wanted for months. After Colorado really, I’m not sure what happened after that but I just wanted to be with you.”

“Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?”

“I am. You seemed to have taken over my thoughts and that has to be a sign right? I know you know about the Colorado girl, you made that clear and the tweets but really there wasn’t a problem she just wasn’t you.”

“Are you saying that she did nothing because she wasn’t me? Is that why you haven’t been the man whore everyone says you are? I did find the box of condoms you had me buy and bring to you.”

“The ones I was hoping you would stay to use, yeah.”

“Seriously? That’s why you had me bring them into the room?”

“I was rather hoping you would have stayed but you didn’t. Colorado was after that but I guess sometime after her I just…I don’t know. I wanted you and you were saying no, but yet no one else in those lines made me feel like I wanted too. No one looked good enough, no one made me feel horny basically. Just you.”

I giggled. “And I was a huge tease.”

“Yes, you were, you still are.”

I moved into his lap and kissed him. “Least now you know eventually you’ll get something.”

“Eventually? Come on now, you can’t be that mean to me now.”

“Well, we get a tour bus tomorrow night, not really sure that we’d find time.”

He pulled me close to him. “Oh, I’d find time.”

“Dumb question…did you really just want my time this 48 hours? You haven’t made any demands or asked for anything.”

“Honestly, I didn’t think I’d win. But, I can’t deny that just having this time is nice. Even if you saying yes really shocked me.”

“Do you always ask questions during sex?”

“Sometimes…Are you always so damn quiet?”

“Not always, but Simon didn’t like sounds and well, tour bus sex means quiet.”

He moved some of my hair from my face. “Are you really okay with saying yes? I am fully aware that it was your decision but you had been really adamant before. I wasn’t sure if the oral just put you in that mood or if you had motives. I want to know that your okay with your own decision.”

“I didn’t have any motives when you picked me up, well besides driving you insane that is. Mission accomplished. Honestly I don’t think I even made the decision until I covered your head. I was certain you had that box in the drawer.”

“But are you okay with it?”

“Yes. Stella had a point. I know that others mean well, but they’re not me. I was fully aware that there was a chance that you wouldn’t stay.”

“Mmm, here I am proving them wrong.”

“Yes, you are. I’ll be your girlfriend but no more blondes.”

“No more blondes or brunettes, black hair, you get the point. Well, unless they’re you.”

I kissed him but didn’t quite stop, moved across his jaw line, nipped his ear.

“Are you serious?”

I nipped his ear again. “Not like you can deny you want too, not a whole lot in the way to hide your obvious want.”

“Three times…in a day? Where have you been all my life?”

“Roaming around.”

It didn’t take much more to convince him, a hand right on him and he was convinced. It was the best way to spend the night, in bed with him. It was the best way to spend the next day as well, just curled up with him watching random shows when we weren’t naked that is. I didn’t hear from Max or Abby, neither called or texted. Simon continually sent messages though, Zac even said he was calling the cops!