Chapter Eighteen
Prince pulled onto his street. Through his visor he spotted a luxury car with tags that read "Kemi." He pulled up to the curb on Gabby's side of the street and parked his bike.
He knew Kemi was there for him, but she and his mother had always gotten along just fine. They could keep each other company. Prince had someone else more important to see.
He spotted Samuel Hernandez lugging suitcases into the trunk of his car. "I hope you're taking the weekend off."
"I am." Prince greeted the older man with a handshake. "I think I just got some evidence that'll break the case. I'll be in the office first thing Monday morning."
"Unfortunately, I won't be there. I'm headed out of town for a few days with the old ball and chain."
"What's this about a new gold chain with a diamond ball for me?" Valeria Hernandez stepped out of the house with an eyebrow cocked and a hand on her hip.
Her husband's mouth went slack as he took his wife in. "You can have anything you want, mi alma."
The older couple embraced as though Prince wasn't there. Prince was used to the Hernandezes' amorous displays. They embarrassed Hawk and Gabby, but Prince always found them endearing. His parents were very reserved in their affection.
"You looking for, Gabby?" Mrs. H. asked Prince when her husband finally released her.
"Yes, ma'am."
Mrs. Hernandez smiled with a twinkle in her eyes. "She's inside. Alone." She gave Prince a peck on the cheek and sighed. "You two are going to make beautiful grandbabies. And I just won the pool."
She slid into the car. Mr. Hernandez closed the passenger door and then rounded the car. He chuckled as he slid behind the driver's seat and pulled off down the street.
Prince walked up to the door. He raised his hand to knock, but he heard Gabby playing inside. He pushed the door open. He followed the sound like the animals following the tune of the Pied Piper.
She sat at the kitchen table. Her eyes were closed as she worked her instrument. Her slender fingers pulled and pressed at the strings along the neck of the cello. Her wrist danced along the lower body of the instrument, until it pulled one long, final note off the highest string. Gabby's head bowed down in the silence that suddenly filled the room.
"That was so sad," said Prince.
Gabby's head jerked up. Her big, light eyes wide as she gazed at him. "What are you doing here?"
Prince took a few steps into the room. "This is where you are."
Gabby set aside the cello, but the bow remained in her hand. She looked down at it instead of up at him. "I thought you'd be in D.C. by now. Or out with Kemi."
Prince pulled up a chair and sat down before her. His legs boxed her in. "I saw Kemi's car outside. But I didn't see her."
She lifted her head. Her heart shape face tilted to the side as she regarded him, searching his gaze. Her brow crinkled, and she tugged at her lower lip. "You knew she was there, but you didn't go see her?"
"No." He reached for her hand and uncurled her fingers until she released the bow.
"You came here instead?"
"That's right." He set the bow on the table and laced his fingers with hers like he'd done when she was a baby, a little girl, and now a grown woman.
"Because you came here?" she said. "To me."
He nodded, rubbing her fingers from the knuckle to the primly trimmed nail. And still she studied him, searching for … something.
And then her face broke out into a beatific grin. She tilted her head back to the ceiling and shouted, "Finally." Then she launched herself at him.
Prince teetered back in the chair as he took on the full weight of her body. He chuckled as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close where she belonged. "It was inevitable. Did you know our friends were placing bets on when we'd get together?"
Gabby nodded as she ran her hand over his brow. "Yeah, Mom had twenty-two. She'll be thrilled when she finds out we're together. We are together, right?"
Prince tilted her chin up. Then, in answer to her question, he slanted his mouth over hers. Just like last night, they fit together perfectly. Two puzzle pieces that had been laying side by side on the game board all along. Anyone looking at the pieces could easily tell that their edges and grooves were a match.
Gabby lifted up off him. Prince followed her mouth as she pulled away, coming to stand before her. She locked her fingers with his and gave a tug.
"What happened to your face?" she asked walking backwards.
"Chief."
"Ah," she said and dropped it. She'd grown up surrounded by testosterone-riddled males her entire life. She needed no further explanation.
"I spent the night at the clubhouse to figure this all out." Prince mirrored her every step; moving forward as she stepped back.
"You've worked it all out?"
"Yeah," he said. "I've found my solution."
"Are you going to make love to me now?" she asked. "No more stopping just as things are getting good."
He grinned, nipping the edge of her mouth. "I think we should wait, take it slow."
"I've been waiting all my life for you. We are not going any slower than we have been for the last twenty-two years. We're alone now."
Prince broke his gaze from Gabby's lips and looked around. They were at her bedroom door. He didn't even remember climbing the stairs. How did she keep doing that to him?
When he found her gaze again, he didn't hold it for long. His head dipped as she slid the sundress she wore off her shoulders. The garment dropped to the ground to reveal those caramel tipped breasts. She wore pink, cotton underwear today with a little blue bow below her navel.
"This is where we left off," said Gabby. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of those pink panties. She gave a tug outward, but not down. Prince saw the dark curls he'd been dreaming about for the last three years; the pink flesh he could still taste on his tongue.
Still, she didn't tug down. She waited.
Prince took a deep breath. Then he took a step towards her. He placed his hands over hers and slid both their fingers down her hips. He bent his legs, pressing his lips to her breasts, her belly, and the place where the panties used to be; the panties he now tossed to the side.
He stayed down on his knees, breathing her in. His arms went around her waist. His hands filled with her ass. Her hands came to rest in his hair.
"Gabby," he sighed. He pressed a kiss to her damp folds. Then he couldn't help himself, his tongue struck out, like a match seeking a flame, a bow seeking a string.
Gabby vibrated under the pull of his tongue. The tune he strummed across her labia wasn't sad. It was a joyous crescendo as her voice joined in to hit the last high note.
Between her cries of joy, the sweet taste of her in his mouth, and the throb of his cock, Prince was delirious. He scooped her up and carried her to the bed. Her legs fell open as she hit the mattress, begging him to use a different instrument for the next song.
He made quick work of his shirt and pants. His cock was in his hand. His chest pressing up against hers. His lips covered hers, pulling at the plump lips that met his with eager abandon.
Gabby writhed beneath him, eager for the concert of their bodies to begin. She reached between them, taking his baton in hand. His bare cock jumped and pulsed at her touch, but he held himself back.
"Wait," he gasped.
"Hell, no," she growled.
"Gabs, we need protection."
She shook her head. "I've never done this before."
"You're still a virgin?"
"Of course. It was always going to be you." She said it as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"I haven't been with anyone in three years," he said.
Gabby grinned up at him. She circled his cock head around her core and then arched until his hard edge met her soft entrance. Prince sank down into the mattress. Gabby surrounded him. Her lips sucked at the bottom of his mouth. Her legs wrapped around his ass. Somehow, he managed to pull back.
"Gabby, wait," he begged. "Wait."
"This is happening," she growled. "With or without your cooperation."
"We still need protection," he reasoned. "Are you on birth control?"
"Oh," she sighed. "Don't worry about that. It's taken care of."
"Thank God," said Prince.
Because he was at the end of his control, the edge of his sanity. He allowed his body weight to sink further into her body. All he wanted to do was thrust into her tight, slick heat. But he had to be patient. He had to be gentle. She was untouched. She'd waited for him. He'd waited for her. Now, was the time.
"So you're on the pill," he sighed with relief.
"No." She thrust her body up to his.
Prince felt the tightness within her, the place where he imagined her maidenhead to lie. She pushed past it and swallowed him whole with an unladylike grunt, followed by a sigh of the deepest pleasure. And that's when her single-syllabic response penetrated.
But it was too late. He was lost inside her. He'd lost any pretense of control.
Gabby set the pace. Her limbs were wrapped around his ass, his shoulders. Her hips thrust upward, taking him into her body again and again. His little monkey wrapped around his middle.
The idea of protection was laughable. He'd never had anything to guard himself against this woman. Not time, not distance, not anything. It was inevitable. He had belonged to her since the first time she'd wrapped her hand around his finger. Now she wrapped her body around his.
He felt her body tensing for its second release. His balls tightened. His cock wept. His eyes teared. His mouth captured her cries as she trembled beneath him. And her mouth captured his, as he shuddered above her, releasing his mind, his body, his heart, his soul to her.