His low, sexy growl fills my eardrums, sending another spiral of flutters to my core. My pussy throbs for him.
“So fucking perfect,” he breathes, powering into me. My tits rub against the wall as he hammers into me, taking everything that belongs to him. My heart. My body. My soul. Bright lights shoot behind my eyelids, forcing me to hold onto the wall as my orgasm blasts through me. His cock swells inside me, his hot cum filling me.
Gabriel holds me as my body goes limp, giving me a few seconds to come back to reality. His warm breath pants against my shoulder.
When my feet float back to the ground, he pulls out and cleans me up. I am physically and emotionally drained. I close my eyes, resting my head on his chest. I barely register him picking me up and laying me on the bed.
“I probably have to go, don’t I?” I question.
“You’re not going anywhere.” He lies down next to me and pulls the covers over us. “I’m sure your father is occupied, which gives us some time. Close your eyes. Rest, little bird.”
“I don’t want to. I’m afraid this is a dream, and you’ll be gone when I wake up.”
He lets out a low chuckle and kisses the top of my head. “Don’t worry. The only thing you’ll wake up to is my cock in your sweet pussy. I will never get enough of you. Now, get some sleep.”
I inhale his manly scent, memorizing it, and expel a long sigh, feeling safe in his promise. I close my eyes. All the messed-up stuff that’s happened fades into the back of my mind as I fall asleep.
Hazel
Gabriel keeps his promise. I am pleasantly awoken to him deep inside me, whispering sweet little praises into my ear. Once he wears me out, he cleans me up and kisses me deeply, knowing today is going to be hard. I woke up to a text from Dad that Violet is in critical condition and he needs me. She needs me.
“I feel like a total hypocrite.” I nuzzle my nose into Gabriel’s chest.
“You’re not a hypocrite. You’re human. You reacted the exact way any person would if they found out what you did.”
“I just can’t fathom it. She’s my roommate. How could she do this to me? How could he?”
Gabriel pulls my face away from his chest and cups my cheeks. “How could I do this? How could you?”
“That’s not fair,” I retort.
“Isn’t it? Aren’t we doing the same thing, little bird?” I have no response for that. Because he’s right. “Allow your father the opportunity to explain. And keep your own situation in mind. Sometimes you can’t control destiny. Someone once told me that.”
I chuckle at my words being thrown back at me. “I’m scared. What happens if she doesn’t pull through? This is all my fault. What if I had just listened? I made her leave.” My bottom lip starts to quiver at the thought of losing Violet.
“Don’t go there. Be strong for your friend. Be strong for your father. You need each other right now.”
I stare into his eyes. “And what about us? Where do we go from here?” Can I handle the rejection if he chooses to let me go? I hold his steely gaze, waiting, searching for a sign that he wants to keep me while preparing for the worst. He leans forward, fusing his lips to mine, his gentle kiss worrying me. The last time he was this gentle, he tried to set me free.
I don’t realize I’m holding my breath until he finally pulls back, his eyes shining with devotion. “We find a way to make us work. I’m a selfish man, but we both clearly have a death wish.” I burst out into laughter as his lips twist into a playful grin. “Let’s just say you’re my little bird, and I have the perfect cage in my home with your name on it.”
I return his smile. “I’d like that.” He catches me off guard and spanks my ass, kissing me quickly.
“It’s time to go.”
“I know.” I need to head to the hospital. I can’t imagine what my dad is going through right now. Gabriel walks me to my car. Before I leave, he makes sure to reiterate his rules. Two nights a week, I’m in his bed, and always on the weekends. My heart pitter-patters with excitement as I force myself to climb into my car and drive away from him.
Still feeling high from our night, I’m relishing the possibilities of our future. But the closer I get to school, the more my anxiety takes over. I try to call my dad, but it goes to voicemail. I’m worried that when I get there, it will be too late. That I won’t be able to tell Violet how sorry I am. I’m a horrible friend, and I’m just as guilty for falling for someone I have no right to. If what she’s doing is wrong, what I’m doing is worse. I spend the remainder of the drive rehearsing my speech and praying to any higher power she pulls through this.
My heart is in my throat as I walk down the low-lit hallway and stop inside the doorway of Violet’s hospital room. Seeing all the tubes, bandages, and the beeping of machines drains the color from my face and my stomach drops. I find my dad slumped over the bed, holding Violet’s hand. He stirs and turns at my presence, and my heart sinks even lower at his red and swollen eyes.
“How is she?” my voice cracks.
“Stable. Hasn’t woken up yet, though.” I enter the room, feeling like I don’t belong here. Acting like her friend when I treated her so poorly. I lower myself into the open seat next to my dad, taking in all her wounds. She’s pale. Bruised and swollen. Her arm and leg are in a cast, and I can’t stomach the sound of the machine helping her breathe. Tears fall like waves down my cheeks.
Dad grabs my hand. “Hey, it’s going to be okay. She’s going to be okay.”
My chest constricts, and a painful sob forces its way out. He’s trying to comfort me, but I know him. He’s not sure he believes his own words. “Dad, I’m so sorry. This is all my fault. I should have picked up her call.”
He wraps his arm around me and snuggles me into his chest. It reminds me of when I was little, and he would comfort me on the nights when mom would say something hurtful or drink too much and “accidentally” hit me. “Shhh…baby girl, this is not your fault. It’s mine. I shouldn’t have let her leave. We all should have talked it out. I should have been truthful from the beginning.”
I cry on his shoulder, the guilt overwhelming me. When the sobs begin to subside, I pull away, and he reaches out to wipe at my wet cheeks. “I’m sorry, baby girl. I should have told you.”
“Why? Why her?” I need to know. I need to understand.
He sighs, looking more tired than I’ve ever seen him. “Because she has this aura. From the moment I saw her, it wrapped around me and took hold of me. I knew right away I was done for. I didn’t plan for it. Neither did she. It wasn’t something that happened instantly. Or without caution and regret. But the chemistry was too intense to deny. Don’t hate her. Hate me. She wanted to tell you. I wouldn’t allow it. That’s what we were fighting about when you came home. She couldn’t lie to you anymore. She was ending it.”
His confession sits heavy on my conscience. Tell him. Confess your own sins and be free of the guilt. “Do you love her?” I ask, needing to know. If he does, then it’s my chance. He will have to understand.