“Gabe?” The dark silence of the condo sends a shiver of dread down my spine. I haven’t heard from Gabe in a couple hours, and his message was less than detailed.
I drop my purse on the end table and make my way back to the bedroom. “Gabe?” Voices from the TV echo in the hallway, and I step into his room.
Damn.
How can he be so fucking sexy passed out?
I check my watch. He must have just taken his meds about an hour ago. He’ll probably sleep for a while. And a nap sounds fucking awesome.
My scrubs hit the floor as I make my way around to the other side of the bed. Slipping under the covers and lying down in a bed that smells like Gabe is absolute heaven. He stirs next to me and rolls toward me slightly. I freeze. The last thing I want to do is wake him.
It was torture sleeping in the guest room last night, but there was no way I was going to risk potentially hurting him more just so I could fulfill my need to have his body close to mine.
But I just couldn’t resist today. I’ve missed him. I’ve missed this.
Instead of closing my eyes and resting, I watch him sleep. The healing bruises on his face are a constant reminder of what he went through trying to protect me. How can Savage not see what an amazing man Gabe is? Why can’t he understand how perfect we are for each other?
He curbs my snark and tames my self-reproach. I understand what he needs and won’t let him dwell on his pain and guilt.
Christ, I really love this man.
I would give anything to be able to talk to Star right now and share my joy with her. Although, chances are I wouldn’t even have to tell her how things have played out, she would feel my euphoria and know, inherently, how happy I was and that the only person who could do that is Gabe.
Even when we were teenagers, and fawning over my brother’s friend was pointless and juvenile, Star never teased me about it. She was a realist with respect to the fact that it would probably never happen, but she understood why I felt the way I did about him and kept my secret when she could have easily said something to him that would have made things very awkward.
It’s hard for me to believe this is real. I’m actually here with Gabe, we’re actually together, but Star is gone.
His eyes flutter open and the corner of his mouth tilts up. “Are you just going to lie there staring at me? Because it’s kind of creepy.”
I giggle and reach out to touch his lips. He kisses my fingers and grins at me. “Did you just get home?”
Home?
Did he just refer to his place as my home?
It’s probably just the drugs talking.
“Uh, yeah. Just a minute ago. I thought you’d be asleep longer so I was going to join you for a nap. I hope I didn’t wake you.”
“No, I’ve been nodding in and out, just waiting for you to come home.”
There it is again—home.
I’m sure he doesn’t even realize he’s saying it, but every time he does, my heart gives a little wild flutter. I would love nothing more than to wake up with Gabe every morning and fall asleep in his arms every night. But that can’t happen. Not with Savage living across the hall, not to mention the fact we’ve been technically back together for what? Twenty-four hours?
Or maybe not even back together, because were we even technically together before?
Who the fuck knows?
As much as I’m thrilled Gabe finally came to his senses, things are far from settled.
He reaches out and brushes my hair back behind my ear, settling his palm against my cheek. “What’s wrong? You look upset.”
“No, just thinking.”
He chuckles. “Well, that never leads anywhere good.”
I swat his hand away playfully. “Ass.”
“You love my ass.”
Not going to lie, I really, really do love his ass, and it has been far too long since I’ve gotten to see it. I slide my hand around him and give it a good squeeze. “Speaking of your ass, you ready to take a shower?”
He groans and gives me a relieved smile. “Fuck yes.”
I grin at him and shift off the bed. “Okay, then let’s get you naked.”
“My thoughts exactly.”
There is no hiding my reaction to her as she helps me undress. My raging erection is right in her face when she slides off my boxers.
She smiles up at me. “I’m glad you’re so excited for this. Let me check your surgery and drain sites before we get in the water.”
My dick jumps. “Did you just say we?”
Her hand slides across my abdomen softly and she examines the puffy train track scars bisecting my body vertically, being held together with steri-strips, and over to the left side where the surgical drain had been. “Everything looks good.” She straightens fully and cups my dick in her hand as she leans in next to my ear. “Especially this.”
Jesus.
“No way you can wash everything properly with that shoulder. You’re going to need my help.”
Normally, I would bristle at the word help and the suggestion I need it, but after what happened yesterday, I’d be stupid to protest. And frankly, having her naked in the shower with me can only be a win-win situation.
She leans into the shower stall and tests the water. “Perfect. Get in, I’ll be right behind you.”
I’d much rather have her in front of me so I can stick my cock between her ass cheeks, but I comply and step in under the stream of hot water.
Fucking heaven…
I turn my face up into the flow and let the heat warm my skin and wash away the grime of the last two weeks. The glass door opens and clicks shut, and then her arms are around me. Pressing her lips to my spine, she then buries her face between my shoulder blades.
Despite the warmth of the shower, a shiver rolls through my body, and I bite back a groan. I’ve missed her touch more than I thought was even possible.
Note to self: don’t get shot again, it will really eat into your sex life. So will pushing away the woman you love.
I won’t make that mistake again.
“Turn around.” She murmurs the words against my skin and the vibration of her lips against my spine makes my entire body tingle.
Without hesitation, I comply, turning to face her and letting the water beat down on my shoulders and back. She reaches out, grabs the soap, and works up a good lather. The anticipation of having her hands all over me has my body shaking and my cock jumping in the space between us.
My eyes drop to her breasts, and I don’t bother to try to stop the appreciative groan. “Christ, Skye, you’re so fucking beautiful.”
She grins at me and runs her slippery palm over my cock. “You aren’t so bad yourself.”
I grab her face with my good hand and claim her mouth with a searing kiss. Words cannot describe what it feels like to have her in my arms again; it’s like that first breath of air after being held under water. Like your lungs crave oxygen, I crave her. I drag her to me to deepen the kiss.
Fuck.
Pulling back reluctantly, I grit my teeth against the pain in my shoulder. I hadn’t even realized I had used my left arm to pull her closer.
“Shit, Gabe, I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”
I shake my head and breathe through the pain until it dissipates. “It’s not your fault, I just got a little overzealous.” She squeezes my cock, and I hiss in a breath. “Because you keep doing that.”
She grins, releases my dick, and drops to her knees. Water flows over my shoulders, down my stomach, and streams off my erection toward her face. Her wide eyes lock with mine with clear intent. She leans forward and slides her tongue along the underside of my cock from root to tip.
“Fucking Christ, Skye.”
Heat flames across my skin, and she licks around the head of my cock, over my piercing, and back again, teasing me mercilessly. I want nothing more than to thrust forward and bury myself down her throat, but I manage to find a modicum of restraint. It has been way too fucking long since something felt this good, and I’m not going to ruin it by taking charge when she’s so obviously enjoying working me over at this torturously slow pace.
With a fucking adorable little hum, she sucks the head into her mouth. Just. The. Fucking. Head. Then she does some sort of rollercoaster tongue roll maneuver along the bottom edge, right along that spot that drives me insane.
My hands tighten in her hair, and I can’t stop the strangled groan or desperate plea from leaving my mouth. “Please…Skye…fuck…just…”
Her eyes dance with amusement and lust. She has never been sexier or more beautiful.
“Christ, I love you.”
That must have been the right thing to say, because, without any warning, she sucks my cock into her hot mouth and so far down her throat, I swear to God, the head practically reaches her stomach. She hums and moans around my hard flesh, sending vibrations shooting along my shaft and up my spine.
I’m going to come.
It’s only been a fucking minute and I’m already ready to blow.
If I wasn’t so lost to the bliss of her mouth sucking and sliding along my cock, I might be embarrassed by the fact that I’m going to bust a nut quicker than a high school freshman. Although right now, I wouldn’t give a flying fuck if the world was crumbling down around us as long as she keeps doing what she’s doing.
When she wraps her hand around the base of my shaft and begins twisting up on every withdrawal of her mouth, I know it’s a fucking lost cause to hold back any longer.
The telltale tingle of my impending orgasm starts at the base of my spine, and I tug on her hair to get her to look up at me. I want her eyes locked with mine when I come down her fucking throat.