IT SHOCKED ME HOWaddicted I’d become to sleeping beside Gabe, even though it was only a few nights a week. I hated waking up alone, especially inhisbed, but I understood it would happen sometimes. I fell back to sleep easily enough after Gabe left because he had worn me out the night before.I swear, the man fucked me like he’d never have another go at my ass.I thought maybe it was the hard knock he took to the head in early December when he investigated the murder of our town’s former first lady.
My heart still ached over Georgia’s death and it seemed more tragic when the person who killed her was someone she trusted implicitly. The butler wasn’t always the person who did it, sometimes it was the seventy-year-old housekeeper. I took every opportunity to harass Gabe and his partner, Adrian Goode, about being bested by an elderly woman. Adrian said he should’ve known better because his grandmother could still do a cartwheel at seventy-five years old.
I rose out of bed when my alarm went off on my cellphone. I liked to tease Gabe about being a wimp when it came to cold weather so I was glad he wasn’t home to witness my sprint to his bathroom to start the shower. I grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste then climbed beneath the spray of water as soon as it heated up to my preferred temperature–hot enough to please Satan. I tempered it with a tiny bit of cold water on the times that Gabe joined me, but he wasn’t there so I could enjoy every second of depleting his hot water tank.
I had just stuck my toothbrush in my mouth and began to scrub my teeth when the shower curtain was yanked aside. I screamed in a horribly unmanly fashion and clutched my chest. I felt my face flush with embarrassed heat when Gabe started laughing at my reaction. I knew that dumbass wasn’t laughing atmebecause I held the keys to his favorite kingdom; a portal of pleasure so thrilling I could put an amusement park out of business.
“Get in here, you’re letting all the heat out.” He wasn’t wearing any clothes for me to grab so I snatched onto some chest hair and tugged. “You’re lucky I didn’t deep throat my toothbrush with your stupid stunt.”
Gabe took my toothbrush out of my hand and set it on the shelf before he backed me up so that he too could stand beneath the scalding spray. For once he didn’t complain about the burning water temperature so I knew the blood had already headed south toward his cock. “Mmmm. Deep throat.” Gabe’s moan sent thrills racing down my spine. He began kissing a path from my collarbone to my jaw.
“Oh no,” I said firmly. “You nearly gave me a heart attack and my heart needs to rest now.” I turned my back on him, as if I was angry, but all I really wanted to do was push my ass into his groin.
Gabe took the bait, grabbed my hips, and pressed his erection between the globes of my ass. “Forgive me,” he whispered huskily in my ear.
I was ready to forgive him before the bulbous head of his dick rubbed against my greedy hole. My legs parted on their own accord to grant him more access. I couldn’t imagine a time when I wouldn’t want to take him inside my body. Gabe had done something I thought was impossible; he burrowed himself so deep inside my soul that I’d need divine intervention to extract him.
“You know what we both need to kick off our morning right.” Gabe reached around and fisted my cock in his large hand. “It’s adorable when you pretend not to want me.”
It was hard to argue with him when I was grinding my ass on his dick like the cock addict I’d become. “Stop calling me adorable.” I had to find something to fight him on or he’d think I was sick and take his hard-on away.
“Fucking adorable,” he growled the same time he pushed a lubed finger inside my ass. I never asked, but I wondered if perhaps Gabe had been a Boy Scout when he was younger because he was always prepared. I somehow doubted that there was a badge for lube and condom preparedness, but if there was he surely had one. He never failed to whip out a stash from somewhere when the mood struck. In the shower, he kept them stashed on the shelf next to his shampoo.
After that, there was no more talking. Grunting, groaning, and moaning were the only things we could muster once he suited up and slid inside me. I braced my arms on the shower wall when Gabe started to move in earnest. He slid his hands up to pinch and roll my nipples, knowing it made me crazy. I laid my head back against his shoulder when it became too heavy for my neck to support. Gabe rubbed his morning scruff against my neck because he knew the response he’d get from me, just as I knew how he loved the feel of my beard against the skin on his inner thighs. He knew my body better than I did and after such a short period of time too.
He rode me fast until I sprayed my spunk all over the tile, then it was all I could do to hang on while he chased his own release. I could tell he was close by how tight he held my body and the animalistic growls that escaped his throat. He came hard and loud, driving me up on my toes as he spilled deep inside me. Gabe pressed his forehead to my shoulder and rested there until his breathing slowed down and his blood returned to his brain.
I could get used to this.It wasn’t the first time I had the thought and I was certain it wouldn’t be the last. I was more certain that I was nowhere close to being ready for cohabitating with him. The insane lust I felt for Gabe had turned into genuine affection, but we were still too new to be thinking of doing anything as crazy as move in together.
“Two more weeks until we go to Florida and you meet my parents.” Gabe’s words snapped me out of my post-coital fog.
I had always wanted to mean enough to a guy to be introduced to his parents. It had never happened, in fact, I seemed to have the opposite effect on men. They tended to want to hide me away in shame due to my sometimes–okay often–flamboyant nature. People often mistook flamboyancy for femininity and it couldn’t be further than the truth in my case. I had always been the guy you fucked, not the one you took home to Sunday dinners. Until Gabe.
Gabe had thought of me as feminine at first, but he’d since seen the light. He also saw something in me that made him want to take me home to Florida to meet the parents. I still got a mushy feeling in the pit of my stomach every time I remembered opening the plane tickets on Christmas Eve. He figured the week of Valentine’s Day would give me enough notice for my schedule. He learned in a very short time that my clients scheduled their appointments months in advance and there was no such thing as “off season” when it came to a woman’s hair. Hair maintenance wasn’t a sport; it was a lifestyle.
I finally had a man who wanted to show me off and all I could do was quake with fear.What if they didn’t like me? They probably loved his ex, Kyle, and we were nothing alike. Gabe could stand proud in front of his family with Kyle, the veterinarian. I am just a hair stylist…That was when my panic came to a screeching halt. I hadneverbeen ashamed of what I did for a living. I wasn’t just a hair stylist; I was a successful motherfucking business owner who made women, and a few men, feel good about themselves. I would not cower in shame in front of anyone for my career choice nor would I hide my success.
“Quit freaking out.” Gabe’s rough chuckle that followed his words had my spine snapping straight up.
“I was not.” I sounded like I was five, at best.
“Babe, your body got tight enough with tension to snap off my dick when I mentioned meeting my parents.” Gabe pulled his softening dick out of me just in case. “They’re going to adore you.”
“Will I adore them?” I thought it was a reasonable question, but Gabe’s laughter said it was funny.
“You will. They’re easygoing people who are fun to be around.” Gabe kissed below my ear with a wet smack. “Just don’t let my dad talk you into playing poker for money. You and your pets will be on the streets before you can blink an eye.”
“You doubt my ability to play poker competently, huh?” I wasn’t offended by his opinion because I knew it wasn’t intended as an insult.
“Your face is so expressive, Josh. I can’t imagine you being able to conceal the fact that you have a good or bad hand.” See, he wasn’t being derogatory so there was no need for my insecurities to flare up and cause an argument.Look at me acting all adult-ish.He had no way of knowing I was raised by the queen of card sharks since he’d never met my parents either.Hmmm.
“You know, you’re not the only one whose parents live in Florida,” I said. I bit back a laugh when I felt him tense against me. Seemed like I wasn’t the only one who was nervous about meeting parents. “My folks can’t be more than an hour north on I-95.”
“It wouldn’t be right going all the way to Florida and not spending time with your parents too,” Gabe said. I could tell it was his good Southern manners behind the words more than anything. “We’ll split our time between the parents.”
“Um, Gabe.” I turned within the circle of his arms to face him. “We don’t have to spend every second of our time in Florida with either set of parents.”
“True.”
