It was the kind of look that had me swallowing and eating any words I might’ve thought were fine to say. I gulped when he lowered his head to my other nipple without a word. All the while, he kept up a slow, maddening pace when I wanted him to go faster.
Then I remembered what he’d done to me last time, not letting me cum, and I stopped all movement. Like hell, I’m going through that again. And as if reading me like a playbook, he smirked, pulled out, and had his head between my thighs before I could blink.
I lost! Yup, I tried, though, but, well, he knows what he’s doing. I was a panting heaving mess after not one but two orgasms. Then he climbed back between my thighs, and I was too weak to hold still, and well, I gave as good as I got. At least he let me cum this time, and I was a happy little camper. I’m not sure what was wrong with him, though, because even though he came inside me again, his face still looked like he’d sucked a bag of lemons.
I was about to say something, but my gut warned me to sit this one out. He looked beyond pissed. Just what in tarnation was that phone call about? Of course, my mind went in a million different directions and landed on the girl that showed up tonight. No one had mentioned her or who she was to me, granted the entire family’s focus had been on the triplets, but still, you’d have thought someone would’ve said something.
I was so lost in my own head that I didn’t realize he’d gotten dressed until he was standing across from me, looking through his drawer for his keys. “Where are you going?”
“I’m going to meet with this guy that you were about to marry.”
“Huh?” Crap, I almost forgot about poor Jimmy. My eyes widened when I saw him put something in the small of his back before pulling on his jacket.
“Don’t hurt him, Gabriel. He’s a good guy; he didn’t do anything wrong.” Oh, shit, oh shit, oh shit.
“Hey, I’m the one who sent you away, right; whatever happened there is my fault. I’m just going to sit down with him man to man and let him know that I’ll be taking care of my family from here on out, and he can go on with his life.” He left just walked out of the room. I ran for my phone to call Colton.
GABRIEL
“Who were you talking to?” I’d stepped back inside when she didn’t follow me out the door because you’d think she’d try to save this clown from my wrath, but instead, I caught her fumbling with her phone. We stared at each other in a standoff, she while giving herself time to come up with a plausible excuse, no doubt, and me doing my best as I walked towards her not to lose my shit.
“Were you calling to warn him?” She shook her head no, and I reached around and took her phone while keeping eye contact. I scrolled through recent calls in her phone log. Cousin Colt. Would that be Colton Lyon? Why would she be calling him? Pop used Mancini and Lyon’s names together before, which means they work together in some capacity. Now, she is bringing him up again.
What do they have to do with this fiancé prick, and why is she calling her cousin? Was she trying to protect him? I looked into her eyes after giving her back the phone. I wanted to ask her so badly if she’d slept with him, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it; I didn’t want to know, didn’t want to hear the words. She’d been tight as fuck when I took her in the shower, but who knows what that means.
I didn’t like where my mind was going. I’m not equipped to deal with this emotion because, again, I never planned on becoming embroiled in a relationship such as this. I have no blueprint to follow here, but I still have my principles and know right from wrong.
She started fidgeting like she was nervous the longer I stood there, and I grabbed her behind the neck and pulled her in. “There’s no reason to fear; I’m not going to hurt him even though he had you, and I want to slit his fucking throat.” Fuck I just couldn’t help myself.
Her mouth flew open, either from the threat of violence or the fact that I’d sworn in front of her. If she only knew that she’s the cause of my profound use of profanity these days, she’d be surprised. It was born from the many long nights spent wide awake worrying about her and losing just a bit more hope with each day that passed, and I hadn’t brought her home.