Delilah not being found, everything else was a dream come true.
It had taken about three weeks for Gabe to heal. I knew his ribs were still tender though. He didn’t complain but every now and again I’d catch him wince. But that didn’t stop him from lifting the ban on sex three weeks ago. Not only did he lift it, he poured gasoline on it.
“I hate to be the one to throw a wet blanket on the festivities but we need to leave to pick up your mom in twenty minutes.”
“We’ll be quick.”
“That’s what you said before we got in the shower. You weren’t quick. You took your time. Now we’re late.”
“Not my fault you taste so good.”
To punctuate how much he liked the taste of me he went back to kissing my neck. Though I knew his statement wasn’t in reference to the way my neck tasted. He spent enough time with his mouth between my legs for me to know which body part he liked the best. This was not a complaint. He was good at it. No, Gabe was excellent at everything. Because he excelled at everything he did, my head lulled to the side and I gave in.
Gabe’s hips shifted back, I felt the head of his cock nudge my wet sex, and he waited. As soon as I tipped my ass he surged in.
“Quick, honey,” he reminded me.
My hands went to the tile wall in front of me and I came up on my toes to take him deeper.
“I love your pussy.”
One of Gabe’s arms stayed slanted across my front, his forearm pressed tight against my belly, his hand cupping my breast. His other hand went to my hip and he held me steady while he drove deep.
“Machine,” I mumbled.
I felt another smile at the side of my neck then he set about finishing me off. He did this in record time. To accomplish this, the hand on my hip slid around and down and with amazing accuracy, his middle finger found my clit. At the same time, the hand cupping my breast moved and he rolled my nipple between his fingers.
“More?”
His thick, lust-rough voice sent a thrill of excitement over me and I pushed back to meet his thrusts.
“More,” I confirmed.
The next roll of my nipple held a bite of pain that hurled me closer. His finger at my clit worked faster. Gabe was getting close but I was closer.
“Love the way you take me, Gabe.”
“Christ.”
“Love it, baby.”
I heard the hitch in his breath and knew what came next.
“Give it to me, Evette,” he growled.
And I gave it to him. My head dropped forward as the pleasure exploded.
“Fuck.”
He slammed in one last time, stayed buried, and groaned his climax.
A few seconds later when my labored breaths were starting to even out I left my head and at the last second, I craned my neck so I could look at Gabe.
God, he was beautiful.
“Have I told you today how much I love you?”
“Think you were screaming it about thirty minutes ago, and while it was quieter just now think you told me again.”
My eyes rolled to the ceiling then back to him.
“Good, then I don’t need to tell you.”
Gabe pulled out, twisted me, and wrapped his arms around me. Now we were front to front and he was smiling.
“Tell me,” he demanded.
“No way. I already screamed it, remember?”
“Tell me.”
“Why?”
“So I can say it back.”
“What if I want you to say it first?”
I was teasing. Gabe told me he loved me all the time. Often it was him who said it first. Honestly, most of the time he said it first. Any time he came into a room he got close, kissed me, and whispered he loved me against my lips. Every time he entered a room. Whether it had been minutes since he’d seen me or hours. Gabe never failed to greet me with a kiss.
“I adore you,” he told me. “You are my everything. The best part of my day is waking up next to you.”
“I love you. And the best part of mine is falling asleep next to you.”
Every day I fell more in love with Gabe.
And secretly I didn’t regret my decision, no matter how dangerous it had been to look into what happened to Kalee. That decision gave me Gabe.
“Evette?” Gabe called and my attention went from Betsy Harris to him.
“Yeah?”
“Come take a walk with me.”
“Right now? I’m talking to your mom,” I told him something he very well knew seeing