Gable Page 11
To: 9543254
Oh, God, I love that… I’d wrap my fingers in your hair, knowing you’d make me come… I’d be so wet for you… I’d take off your shirt to see your strong, muscular chest… run my tongue all over your pecs, bite your nipples lightly… tease you with my tongue as I ran it down over your abs…
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From: 9543254
Subject: You
Date: October 25, 12:21 a.m.
To: 9565876
God, that’s hot as fuck, Six…
Next, I’d lay you on my bed then take your jeans off… see you in your sexy panties… then pull them down your legs and off… kiss up the inside of your thighs until I got to your beautiful pussy, then I’d kiss you there… run my tongue all over you… taste your sweetness going down my throat… fuck you with my tongue… then when I had you panting, right where I wanted you, I’d suck your clit and I’d fucking love it when you screamed my name as you came harder than you ever have… harder than you came the first time…
Wow.
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From: 9565876
Subject: You
Date: October 25, 12:24 a.m.
To: 9543254
God… you make me so hot… I’d unzip your jeans and reach in and pull your big cock out then worship it with my tongue next… licking it from bottom to top, my hand cupping your balls… making you groan for more… I’d take the head into my mouth and suck… then I’d take all of you in my mouth, going down on you until you touched the back of my throat… then I’d slide my mouth up, sucking your rock hard cock until I got to the tip then twirling my tongue around it I’d look at you watching me suck you off as I moved my lips back down again…
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From: 9543254
Subject: You
Date: October 25, 12:27 a.m.
To: 9565876
Jesus… I want to fuck you so bad right now… I’d grab you under your arms and pull you up to me, kissing you again hard then turn over with you underneath me… pull your leg up, holding it behind your knee then I’d thrust my cock inside you so fucking hard, you’d scream my name as you came again… God, I’d fuck you so fucking hard… driving inside that sweet pussy of yours over and over… turn you on your stomach and fuck you from behind… going so fucking deep making you moan each time I thrust inside you…
Fuck, Six… I’m gonna go fucking jack off in the bathroom now…
I sat there panting wanting him to do everything to me that he’d just said.
Then I realized what I’d done. Crap. There really wasn’t any going back from this now. I mean, how the hell could we just have casual conversations through email any more? Damn it. What was I thinking?
With a shaky hand, I put my phone on my nightstand and tried going to sleep, but the picture of us that Gable had created was too damned hot, so slipping my hand inside my panties, I made myself come, and, believe me, it didn’t take long. As I lay there breathing hard my phone beeped again.
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From: 9543254
Subject: You
Date: October 25, 12:40 a.m.
To: 9565876
Six, I have to meet you. The Sig Eps are having their masked Halloween party next Thursday. Can you be there?
xx
Okay, the party could be the perfect opportunity to let him know I was his pen pal. If he got mad when he found out, it’d give him time to get over it by second semester. But what if he wasn’t only mad, he was disappointed? God. That would be devastating.
As I hit “Reply,” I smacked myself in the head knowing I’d dug myself into a deep, deep hole. I so should’ve told him it was me when I found out I was writing to him in the first place.
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From: 9565876
Subject: You
Date: October 25, 12:44 a.m.
To: 9543254
Um, maybe. If I can get my roommate to go, I’ll be there.
xo
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From: 9543254
Subject: You
Date: October 25, 12:46 a.m.
To: 9565876
Good. I need to see you…
xx
~*~*~*~
“Are you free on Halloween?” I asked Amy the next morning.
She glanced up from where she sat at the table, elbow propped on the it and head in her hand as she ate her cereal. She wasn’t a morning person by any means. “Probably.” She yawned. “Why?” she asked, slurping a spoonful of Cheerios into her mouth.
“Pen pal Gable asked me to the Sig Eps’ Halloween party and I told him I’d go if you went with me.” I gave her my winningest smile.
“Pen pal Gable. So real Gable still doesn’t know it’s you he’s emailing but you’re going out with him in real life, and now he wants to meet pen pal you. Do I have this right?” The look she shot me unmistakably relayed that she thought I was a moron. I think I heard her mutter that I was so fucked but I didn’t ask her to repeat herself because I knew she was right.
I sat down at the table and sighed. “I know it’s stupid, but I really like him and I think he really likes me and he wants to meet me at this party.”
“Me as in pen pal you.”
I nodded. Yep. She was right. This was totally crazy.
“Scout, you know if he doesn’t know it’s you and he finds out it’s you, all hell could break loose, right?”
Amy and I had talked about this several times and true to form, she had the opposite opinion of Bodhi. While he was encouraging saying that Gable wouldn’t be mad, Amy thought he’d be pissed and end it all. She and Bodhi had even had a knock-down-drag-out over it a couple nights before which had made me wholly uncomfortable that their topic of debate had been the direction my relationship status with Gable would take when things finally came to a head. I hadn’t even been able to yell at them to stop because they both had valid points.
“I know.” I looked at her sheepishly as I buttered my bagel. “But look at it this way. Even though I’m pretty sure he knows it’s me, at least it’ll all finally be over and we’ll know who won between you and Bodhi in the great ‘Scout is a dumbass’ debate.”
She sighed as she scooped another spoonful into her mouth. After swallowing, she said, “I just don’t want to see you get hurt. But I’ll go with you to pick up the pieces if it doesn’t pan out. Besides, Chad said something about going.” She shrugged as she focused on eating her cereal. Definitely not a morning person.
I thanked her then went to my room to get dressed for class but I couldn’t even be happy that she’d agreed to go because just talking about it had made my stomach churn.
~*~*~*~
That night Gable and I went on the ghost tour which had been a blast. It’d been more of a historical expedition than a haunted one, but I loved history too, so it was still fascinating to hear the stories.
“I remember being scared shitless when my dad had taken my brothers and me on this when we were little,” he whispered to me as the guide told us about a building that had once been a brothel. “Nice. Haunted whores,” Gable murmured which made me elbow him in the side as I giggled quietly. “Priss, what more could a man want? Faceless chick giving you head for free?”
I elbowed him even harder that time, making him utter an “Oomph!” not bothering to laugh as I remembered our sexy email exchange, not knowing if he was hinting that he knew I was the faceless chick who’d been writing to him about giving him head or if I wa
s just reading more into what he said. God, I’d be so glad when this semester was over and he knew.
After the tour, we stopped at an espresso bar with many of the others that’d been in our group.
“So?” he asked as we walked back to his car, sipping on his drink. I looked up at him in question before taking a drink of my latte. “What’d you think? Were you scared?”
“Only of the company I was keeping,” I said dryly.
He choked out a laugh. “Damn, Scout. That’s harsh.”
Not being able to keep my cynical attitude going, I laughed with him. “Kidding. But, yes, it was fun. I learned more about Seattle than I ever cared to know.”
He laughed again then threw his arm across my shoulders and pulled me to him, his forearm crossing over my throat as he held me close to him as we walked. “Someone’s wanting a spanking,” he mumbled in my ear making me shiver for some damned reason. I knew he felt it when he chuckled into my hair then he kissed the side of my head, then moving his forearm from my throat to where his hand cupped the side of my shoulder, we continued walking to his car, sipping our drinks as we went.
“Thank you for taking me tonight,” I told him when we pulled up to my apartment.
“My pleasure, Priss,” he replied with a sexy smile as he turned off the car. Then he leaned over and kissed me softly, but as with all our kisses, things heated up quickly. He pulled back and unbuckled his seatbelt as I messed with mine until he ended up having to take over. As soon as I was out of it, I launched myself at him practically pushing him back into his door.
Oh, damn. I could kiss this man for days.
He scooted around a bit before pulling me into his lap to where I was then straddling him in his seat, our mouths never leaving each other’s, and when his hands slid under my sweater gliding smoothly across my back where he wrapped one around my waist and the other made its way up and out of the neck where his fingers twisted in my hair, I couldn’t even find it in me to care that he was probably stretching it out. I only knew I wanted him. Oh, God, I wanted him so badly.
“Come inside. Stay with me tonight,” I mumbled against his lips, after many hot, wet, deep, panty-melting kisses later.
“Can’t,” he muttered back, hands on my hips and pulling me down to grind against the considerable bulge in his jeans which made me gasp and want him that much more. “But let me make you come.”
Before I could say a word, maybe ask him why he couldn’t stay with me, he moved back and lifted my sweater in the front with one hand, yanking one of the cups of my bra down with the other then his hot mouth was on my me, sucking my nipple in, making me cry out loudly, my hands on his head holding him to me, my fingers twisting in his hair pulling hard. When he moved to my other breast doing the same, I threw a hand out, hitting the window and noticed it was fogged over and I’d left a handprint on it.
Oh, man.
He leaned back and pulled my sweater up and over my head and off, throwing it into the passenger seat, and when he turned back, he froze, sitting still for several seconds, his eyes scanning every last bit of skin of mine he’d exposed.
“My God, Scout.” His eyes languidly made their way to mine and I swear, the whiskey color flaring in them as they burned into mine. “You’re stunning.” His hand went to the back of my head where his fingers tangled in my hair and he pulled me down into a hotter than hot kiss.
“Gable,” I said breathily against his mouth when I felt his other hand at the fly of my jeans, tugging on buttons then his hand was inside, his fingers expertly moving over me, and when he pushed aside my panties and slid a finger inside, I cried out.
“So fucking sweet,” he said leaning in and taking a nipple into his mouth before moving his way up to my neck, nipping, sucking, licking and tasting along the way. When he pressed his thumb in circling it against me and then his finger started moving inside me, I couldn’t help myself as my hips started moving and I rode his hand.
“Jesus, Scout,” he said gruffly against my throat, pulling back to watch me as I sought my release.
I glanced down at him and saw he was looking at me as if he wanted to devour me, and even though he’d told me he couldn’t stay with me for whatever reason, I wanted that, wanted him to want me. And the look in his eyes said he did.
And that’s all it took.
I threw my head back and arched my back when it hit, my fingers digging into his shoulders as a million hot spikes of pleasure claimed every inch of my body and I gasped out his name.
Holy wow.
When my head came forward and I collapsed against him, he wrapped his arms tightly around me and whispered, “Sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” into my ear as he smoothed my hair down my back with his hand.
My breathing finally slowed and while this was happening my senses also returned. It was then I realized what’d just occurred.
Oh, my God. How embarrassing.
Pulling back slowly from him, I felt the blush coming to my cheeks and as I bit my lip I refused to look at him.
“Hey,” he said softly, squeezing my hips with his hands.
I couldn’t look at him. Wouldn’t. What kind of judgmental bitch was I to think badly of the women who’d thrown themselves at him when here I was having done the same damned thing, naked from the waist up sitting in his lap, still breathing hard from the exceptionally amazing orgasm he’d just given me? I was such a hypocrite. I kept my eyes fixed to the side until he took my chin and gently turned me to look at him. When my eyes finally met his, I sucked in a breath. Oh, my. There was so much emotion in those honey-colored eyes of his it blew me away.
“Hey,” he said again. “Fucking perfect, Scout. You’re,” his hand holding my chin moved to the back of my head and he pulled me down to him, kissing me lightly. “Fucking,” he kissed me again. “Perfect.” The kiss then got hotter, deeper, wetter, going from sweet to sweltering in a matter of seconds and I realized he was still hard under me which made me moan and grind down on him again.
The guttural sound he expelled against my neck almost made me come again as I moved my hips forward and back over the hard bulge under his jeans, instinct, I guess, or really just me, wanting, needing, aching to have him inside my body.
“Gable,” I murmured. “Please.”
And then it was over.
He stilled the movement of my hips with his hands, pulling his mouth from my neck and sitting back against his seat. I looked down to see his eyes closed.
“Come inside with me,” I whispered, gazing at his beautiful face.
He breathed in slowly through his nose then let it out. “Can’t,” he stated flatly, his eyes still closed.
Rejected twice in less than thirty minutes. Wow.
I moved off his lap, settling back in the passenger seat as I righted my bra then bent to pick up my sweater, pulling it on over my head then sat there for several seconds chewing on my lip as I tried to figure out what was going on. I mean, God, I’d literally thrown myself at him and he still didn’t want me. A man who’d probably slept with half the women on campus at school didn’t… want… me.
“It’s not what you think,” he stated, breaking the silence and making me jump a little.
I looked over at him to see a small scowl on his face as he stared straight ahead, his jaw muscles pulsing in agitation.
“What is it then?” I asked softly, not knowing if he’d even heard me.
He turned the scowl on me then, narrowing his eyes as if he were sizing me up, maybe wondering if I could handle the truth or something. Then he shook his head a few times. “Nothing. I’ll walk you to the door.”
And that’s exactly what he did, and after telling me he had a good time tonight and me thanking him once again, he brushed his lips against mine, waited for me to get inside the apartment then took off.
When I made it to bed, I lay there staring at the ceiling my brain on overload. Gable didn’t want to sleep with me, but he wanted to sleep with his pen pal and I knew he had to kn
ow I was his pen pal. There’d been too many signs, too many coincidences for him not to know. But the rejection of tonight still hurt. What the hell was going on with him? I decided to dig a little, using my investigative skills (although to this point they’d been to use Tony to do all the investigating), and see if maybe I could get some answers. If not, Halloween was a week away and everything would be out in the open and I knew I’d get answers then.
And that scared the shit out of me.
Week Ten
Text message—Sun, Oct. 27, 4:48 p.m.
Me: Hey, just wanted you to know I loved the tour Friday night. My treat next time. I’ll look up something Seattle’ish to do that you don’t know about ; ) xo
Gable didn’t reply.
He wasn’t in class Monday nor was he at work the next two nights.
But he did reply to his fucking pen pal the next day.
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From: 9565876
Subject: Halloween party
Date: October 28, 11:25 p.m.
To: 9543254
Hey,
Just wanted to let you know my roommate’s going with me so I’ll be there. Um, we’re supposed to wear costumes, right?
Six
xo
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From: 9543254
Subject: Halloween party
Date: October 28, 11:27 p.m.
To: 9565876
Six,
Can’t wait to meet you. Costumes, yes. Masks, yes. You gonna be wearing what you described to me when you were in the SC sans the skirt and shirt? Fucking hope so.
xx
Seriously? This was really pissing me off that he was answering her, being nice to her and not me.
Holy Hayseuss Christo. I was jealous of my own fucking self. Unbelievable. And what was even more unbelievable was that as I sat there before replying, all I could think about was if I really could wear a bustier and all that went with it to the party without getting arrested.
Ugh. Stupid me. Also, stupid me and my big mouth for ever teasing him about wearing it. Dang. I’d have to ask Amy to see if it’d be too much.