Chapter Fifteen
He was losing his mind. He'd lost his mind. And he didn't care. Everything in him told him to take her. Mine rang through his head like he was some caveman. And maybe he was. And this was his woman.
He picked up Gabby. Like the little monkey that she was, her limbs wrapped around him. He felt her warm core through the thin fabric that covered her treasure. The inconsequential polyester of his slacks and cotton of his briefs were no match for the heat emanating off both of their groins. But he wasn't going there. He couldn't.
He was only aiming for second base. But hadn't he said he'd stop at first? Before that, hadn't the plan been to have a talk with her? He couldn't remember. The game plan was unclear in his head.
What was clear were the twin orbs staring back at him. Gabby's nipples looked like caramel morsels in the dim light of the pool house. He was just going to have a taste, just one swipe of his tongue and then he'd stop.
He could hear the laughter in his own head. Looking down, he realized it wasn't coming from inside him. It was coming from her.
He'd laid Gabby down on the couch, the same couch he'd splayed her on three years ago and licked to the center of her sweetness. She looked up at him with a triumphant, smug grin on her face.
He'd seen that look on her face many times. When she was a baby, he'd played peekaboo with her. She learned quickly that he was never truly gone. She'd stopped giggling when his fingers covered his face, and she'd smile smugly when he reappeared only a second later.
He'd seen it when she was an adolescent and they played checkers. She'd distract him and, with the next move, she'd slide her way across the board, looking up at him with that same expression of gotcha on her ruddy cheeks.
He'd seen it too when she was a teen and it was trivia night. He'd always get the historical and scientific questions, where he could never best her at pop culture facts. She'd chuckle as he struggled to pick out a Kardashian from a Hilton.
All those faces of Gabby's coalesced into one. The one lying beneath him. He'd loved each and every one of those faces. The love had grown and increased and evolved over the years until this moment. In this moment when the woman who looked up at him with the same twinkle in her eyes could actually be his.
She was in his arms where she always preferred to be. And he was wrapped around her finger, like he'd always found himself. It was inevitable that he ended up here. Her grin told him that she'd known he'd be there once he removed his fingers from his face. That chuckle that escaped her lush lips told him he had been distracted once again as she made her moves across the seemingly simple game board. That twinkle in her eyes told him his struggle was pointless. She'd won.
Well, Prince had never gone down without a fight. And that wouldn't happen here. He still had one hand to play. Two in fact.
His hands covered her breasts. Her grinning mouth fell open in a loud gasp. Prince massaged the undersides of her mounds, dancing around the nipples until she was writhing beneath him.
"Please," she begged.
And just like that, she'd taken the upper hand from him. He knelt his head down and took one of those sweet morsels into his mouth.
Gabby jackknifed her lower body up to meet his. Her warm core met with his hard length. Prince was aroused and hard as a rock. Urgency coursed through him, pulling blood from his head and redirecting it to his cock. But along with the arousal and the urgency, there was a sense of peace.
The tension that had been ever present in his shoulders melted away under Gabby's trembling fingers as she gripped his shoulder blades. The ache in his low back dissipated as her ankles locked in place at his tailbone. The constant pressure in his head cleared as he rested his forehead against her heart while he continued to suckle her beaded nipple into his mouth.
"Please," she begged again.
Prince released the breast he still toyed with in his other hand. He trailed his fingers down her firm belly, over her gyrating hips, and underneath the band of her damp panties. When he found that pearl he'd been dreaming about for the past three years, he matched the touch of his thumb to the swirl of his tongue.
It didn't take much before Gabby was writhing. Her body pulsed in a deep climax from her shivering chest, through her clenching belly, down to her core which was trying to suck his thumb deep inside its grasping depths.
Prince was ready to acquiesce those demands. All the blood rushed to his cock which demanded attention after so many years of going without a warm, wet sheath. Now that it was within reach of the only core it wanted to nestle into, he couldn't deny it.
Prince released her nipple from his mouth. He pulled his hand from her panties. He straightened and reached for his belt buckle. As he began fighting with his zipper, the door to the pool house rattled.
Feminine laughter preceded a blonde head in a prim skirt. Her long legs backed in across the doorstep, followed by a massive body. The bear of a man had his focus on the petite woman in his grasp. His large body backed her into his cave, but on second glance it was clear that the little blonde was guiding the big, bad bear by his loins.
"Fuck," groaned Prince.
The bear of a man glanced up and his eyes caught Prince's. He pulled the blonde into the protection of his big arms and took in the situation. Prince had his pants unbuckled, and a woman's legs locked at his back.
A chuckle escaped the large man framing the door. "Oh, sorry man."
"Hawk?" Gabby sat up, her chest uncovered, her hair tousled.
Hawk's face transformed from apologetic humor to horror-stricken. "Gabby."
Brother and sister turned their faces away from each other. Gabby collapsed back down to the couch to cover her chest. Hawk turned his back and yelped like a little girl, covering his eyes.
Ellie, his girlfriend, looked between the three of them as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened. "Hey, Gabby. I didn't know you were home."
Prince hopped up off Gabby and away from the couch. He gave Ellie his back as he re-buckled his pants.
"You don't have to stop on our account," said Ellie. "We'll just go for a dip in the pool."
"Prince," said Gabby, sitting up on the couch. Her breasts were still bare, but she didn't try to cover herself now that her brother had left the room.
"I'm sorry," said Ellie. "You guys probably want your privacy. I keep forgetting that not everyone is open about their sex lives."
"It's fine," said Prince. "You stay. I need to have a word with Hawk."
"Prince," Gabby said again. When he didn't answer she said his name again. This time with a tremor in her voice that dug nails into his heart. "Don't leave."
He couldn't look at her. He wasn't sure if it was the shame of what he'd just done to her, what he said he would never do again to her. Or because he wanted to shove the shame, and Ellie, out the door and pick up where he'd left off.
"I just need some air," he said, hurrying out the door.
He heard Gabby exhale on a sob, but he didn't turn back around. He shut the door behind him with a quiet snick. Then he looked around for her brother.
Hawk paced the length of the pool, shaking his head and rubbing his eyes. When he saw Prince approach, he turned a murderous gaze on him. Prince felt arrested by Hawk's eyes. He never realized how similar the siblings' eyes were until this moment. But Gabby's were darkened with passion, Hawk's with anger.
"It's not what it looked like," said Prince, holding up his hands in front of his chest. He realized the last time he'd done that, Gabby's breasts had ended up in each of his palms. He put his hands down. "I mean it's not what you think. Gabby and I…"
After a moment's silence, Prince heard chuckling. Hawk still rubbed his eyes, but his shoulders shook along with the movement. His eyes changed from anger to glee. The big male doubled over in his laughter.
"She finally got you," Hawk said between his bouts of chortling.
Prince stiffened. His posture went rigid, the tension resettled in his shoulders, the ache in his back. He ran a hand over his face as he watched Hawk try to catch his breath.
"Fuck, man," said Hawk as he straightened. "I had after she graduated in the pool."
"The what?" asked Prince.
"You know, the pool. On when she'd finally have her way with you."
"Had her way with me?"
Hawk approached him, turning serious. "You think you can keep this quiet for a couple more months? Until she graduates? It's a pretty big pool."
Prince moved his mouth, but words eluded him. There was a pool as to when he and Gabby would get together?
Hawk clapped him on the back and Prince stumbled. "What am I thinking?" Hawk said. "It's Gabby we're talking about. There's no keeping this secret, she's going to tell everybody. In fact, I bet she and my mom will be planning your wedding in the morning."
Prince backed away, barely missing the edge of the pool. "It's not like that."
Hawk cocked his head to the side in a birdlike fashion akin to his namesake. His good-humored grin shifted to a menacing glare. "It's not like what?"
"I mean… I… she… we…"
Hawk took a menacing step toward Prince. Prince was older, but Hawk had a good twenty pounds on him. He also had righteous indignation on his side, whereas Prince's mind was addled by conflicting emotions of Hawk's baby sister.
"Are you playing around with my sister?" Hawk's tone was full danger.
"No," Prince threw up his hands. "I … I …"
"Yeah, that's what I thought." Hawk started laughing again, his face once again friendly. "She said she was going to marry you when she was five. And you know my baby sister; she always gets her way."
Prince tried to talk, but suddenly the air seemed thin. He doubled over, hyperventilating.
"Yeah," Hawk rubbed him roughly on the back, like he was trying to help him pass a burp. "I'll see you at the wedding. Tell Chief I'm planning the bachelor party."
Prince straightened and looked at the sky. He gulped down a few lungfuls of air. Then he turned and headed for the gate.
"You can run," Hawk called out to him, "but you can't hide."
Laughter followed Prince out the gate. He went into his parents' garage. He pulled his helmet on, grabbed his motorcycle jacket, and hopped on his bike. He tapped his foot impatiently as the garage door took its time rising. He kept looking over his shoulder, certain someone was on his heels. But no petite brunette came after him. So, he took off into the night.