Chapter 14
Gabriel
I stand in the dugout and watch the trainwreck. We made the playoffs and the bases are loaded, with two outs and Devin is losing his shit. The count is 1-1 and I motion to the ump for a timeout. I walk out to the mound and Devin is throwing the ball into his mit, back and forth with gusto.
“What's goin’ on?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest.
“That last batter should have been a strikeout. This ump is a blind shit,” he grumbles.
“Listen to me. You wanna make it up the ladder?” I ask sternly.
He nods.
“Why?” I ask.
“Because it's my dream. We didn't have much growin’ up and I want that to change. Take care of Mama, like she took care of me and Bella,” he says, straightening his shoulders.
His admission is a sucker punch. As I tore through money like it was nothing, they scrounged up everything throughout the years. My expression must give me away because Devin backtracks.
“I'm not tryin’ to be a dick. ”
“I get it, I know, but if you continue to let your attitude run your game, you ain't goin’ nowhere. You wanna give back to your mama? Take care of your sister? Then get your head outta your ass, forget about the ump and strike this guy out!” I say, slapping him on his shoulder.
I walk back towards the dugout and lock eyes with Charlotte behind home plate. She smiles at me and I nod to her.
Devin lets out a breath, fiddling around in his glove for the right grip. He shakes his head at our catcher a couple of times before he finally settles on a pitch. I see his front leg bend in the air and his arm fling forward, as I hold my breath. As a coach, this scenario stresses me but as a father, it terrifies me.
The batter swings and makes contact with the ball, hurling it right back at Devin. Instinct has his glove coming up and the ball lands with a loud thud, inside it. Devin looks down at his glove and smiles and I finally can exhale. The team jogs off the field, Devin running right up to me.
“You got lucky on that one,” I say, “Don't get in that situation again. Keep your head on straight and keep your cool,” I scold him.
“I know, thanks Coach,” he says, patting me on the back.
He makes his way through the dugout, getting slaps from the team. One day at a time.
Charlotte
Gabriel pulls out my chair for me and I sit, crossing my legs, trying to squash the need I feel for him.
My body is humming with awareness. The way he handled Devin today, has my body screaming out for his touch. He looked like such a father in that moment and it made me swoon.
We've been teasing each other over text and skype all week; mix that and the lack of physical contact and it's driving me insane. I want him with every single fiber of my body.
The waiter comes with our drinks and I gulp my glass of wine down in one smooth sip. Gabriel eyes me and smirks.
“Don’t go gettin’ hammered on me Charlie, we both know how that turns out,” he says, winking.
I blush remembering how brazen I used to get when we drank back in high school.
“You okay?” asks Gabriel, breaking me out of my trance.
My face is heated, and I see Gabriel smile out of the corner of my eye. That smug bastard knows exactly what he is doing.
“Bathroom. I'll be right back.”
I go into the bathroom and freshen up, formulating a plan. I may be a horny mess right now, but Gabriel Gavinwood could never resist me either, ever.
Game on Gavinwood.
I walk out of the bathroom with a smile on my face and sit back down at our table. I sip some more of my wine and after a couple of minutes of silence, Gabriel finally breaks it.
“You know what you want?” he asks, as he looks at me over his menu.
God do I ever. I lick my lips and nod my head.
“You didn’t even look at the menu, how do you know what you want?” he asks, arching an eyebrow.
I lean over the table, my cleavage, spilling over the top of my dress.
“I don’t need a menu. What I want ain't on there,” I whisper.
His eyes go wide and he clears his throat.
“Charlie…” he says, warningly.
“Go pay for our drinks. We’re leavin’,” I say.
I lean over the table, reaching for his hand and put my little surprise there. He squeezes his hand around it and closes his eyes, exhaling.
“Is this…”
I nod my head and stand, moving to his side of the table and bending down to whisper in his ear.
“My panties? Yes. They were a little wet, so I decided to take them off.”
I walk away from him, towards the door.
“Check,” he says loudly.
I laugh as I open the front door to the restaurant and walk towards the car. A couple of minutes later, I see Gabriel sprinting out of the restaurant towards me and I shake my head.
“Don’t go and break a hip old man, you’re gonna need those tonight,” I tease.
He barrels right into me and my body slams against the passenger door.
“You’re in for it tonight,” he growls in my ear. “I hope you know you woke the tiger.”
“God, I hope so,” I say back, my voice throaty.
He grabs my face, plunging his tongue into my mouth and I gasp. Instinctively, my hand goes around to the back of his head and his body pushes into mine, his hard ridge pressing against my stomach. I wrap my other hand around his waist and pull him closer to me, even though we’re already pressed as tight together as we can be. It has been so damn long since I felt like this and my body is buzzing in anticipation.
“Get in my car before I give the people on this street a show, woman!” he says, opening the passenger door.
I scramble inside, and he books it down the road to his apartment building.
He swerves quickly into a spot, jumping out of the car. I jog up the steps behind him, as well as I can in six-inch heels and he opens the door, letting me walk in first. He presses the button for the elevator and as soon as the doors close, the tension explodes. He stomps towards me and puts both hands above my shoulders, caging me in.
“Charlotte Daniels, you make me a crazed man. Still after all these years, I want to peel those clothes back and fuck you like that teenage boy all over again,” he says, kissing down my neck.
I moan at his dirty words and grab his cheeks.
“Do it,” I whisper, unfastening his belt.
My body is shaking with need and I feel like I'm an addict. My next fix is dangling in front of my face, it's so close, I can grab it.
His strong hands roam up my dress and his fingers brush against my wet folds. He runs his fingers up and down my thigh, coating himself in my juices.
“You’re drippin’ all over the place,” he says smiling.
“I’m ready for you, what the hell are you waitin’ for?” I whine.
I slip my hand inside his boxers, squeezing his thick erection and he growls.
“Not here,” he chokes out. “I need a whole night and even that won’t be enough, Charlie.”
He cups my face kissing me softly, nothing like the desperation from seconds ago and I groan. I haven't been filled with him in eighteen years and my body aches all over for his touch. I want to scream out with frustration.
The elevator dings and the doors open for us as I regretfully pull my hand out of his pants. He grabs my hand and leads me down the hall, opening the door quickly and I turn to him. The head of his thick cock is peeking out of the top of his boxers and I bite my lower lip. Fuck, I want that.
His groan echoes through the room and I look up meeting his gaze. The blue in his eyes turns stormy and before I can admire him in his dress clothes, he scoops me up, his hands full of my bare ass. He carries me down the hallway as I instinctively wrap my legs around him. He reaches underneath my ass, pulling out his erection and pressing it to my dripping lips.
I kiss down his neck as I feel my back collide with the cool wall and I jump. I suck in a breath and then I feel his thick length pierce me and I gasp. A satisfied moan drips from my lips, as I feel him slide further into my body. I feel my walls stretch around him and I wrap my arms tighter around his neck and I feel it. I'm home.
“This is where you belong baby cakes. Right here, in my arms, me makin’ love to you. Don't ever forget that,” he whispers in my ear.
“I was just thinkin’ the same thing,” I whisper back.
He pushes in deeper and the moment is over. I love the romantic Gabriel, but right now, I want the beast.
“Make love to me later. Right now, I need you dirty. I've waited eighteen years for you, Gabriel. You have a lot of time to make up for. Fuck. Me. Hard.”
His smirk widens, he growls as he buries his face in my neck and pushes himself into me, to the hilt. The force pushes me harder into the wall and his fingers dig hard into my ass. I hold onto him as he pounds into me, a relentless thrusting, that satisfies the deep hunger. Each thrust pushes him further and further into me, teasing that sweet spot, so close but not close enough.
“Keep goin’ Gabe, don't you dare stop. God, this feels so good...almost,” I moan.
He spins quickly and we topple to the bed, my back hitting the cool sheets of his bed. His heavy weight on top of me is exactly what I need. I wrap my legs around his waist, pushing my heels into his ass as he slams into me and I explode.
My body shakes as my hands wrap tightly around his muscle roped arms. My nails indent his biceps as I hold on for the ride. My body releases all the tension it's held onto for all these years; a purge.
I wriggle hard into him, holding onto every last shred of bliss and I feel him explode inside me.
“Fuck, Charlie,” he growls in my ear.
He pushes his body frantically inside me, releasing all of himself.
I let out a breath, my hands dropping to the side and I smile.
“Gabriel Gavinwood, you still got it. ”
He laughs as he rolls off of me and my body protests the loss of contact. I lay my head on his chest and run my finger along the buttons of his shirt.
“Only with you, baby cakes. That was amazin’,” he says softly.
I lift my head to look at him and then I look down at our bodies. Gabriel is still in his button down shirt, his black dress pants are unbuttoned around his knees and he still has his black dress shoes on. My little black dress is crunched up around my stomach and I have one black stiletto still on, the other is nowhere to be found.
“Look at us,” I say shaking my head.
I giggle and Gabriel looks down.
“I think we're worse now, than we were as kids,” he says, as he rolls back on top of me.
He kisses my neck under my ear and I'm instantly ready for him again.
“Am I makin’ love to you now?” he asks, in between kisses.
“I don't care what you call it, just take off your clothes and get inside me,” I say, grabbing his cheeks and crashing our lips together.
He smiles against my lips and we spent all night making up for lost time.