13
Gray
I worked through the crowd. I talked to people I knew and even arranged a few advantageous business deals on the side. I made my way to the bar and got myself a Scotch and soda, along with a glass of Chianti for Gabi.
I took just as long winding my way back to her as I took to leave. I found her standing in a clutch of three other women. None of them could hold a candle to her. I took my place at her side and handed her the glass.
She waved it aside. “Not tonight, Josephine.”
The other women laughed, and the woman nearest me laid her hand on my arm. “Don’t you know pregnant women shouldn’t drink? She has to look after those twins.”
The circle erupted in giggles. Gabi blushed.
“That’s okay,” I told her. “I’ll get you something else.”
“No, thanks,” she replied. “I don’t feel like it.”
I frowned. “Why not?”
“I just don’t feel like it.”
I hesitated. I couldn’t let this go on one more minute. I had to find out what was bothering her. Three days of living on a knife edge would drive anybody around the bend. I took her elbow and led her away from the group.
I whispered in her face. “What are you doing? Don’t you realize you’re only fueling these rumors by not drinking?”
She yanked her elbow out of my hand. “I just said I don’t feel like it. What are you going to do—dump it down my throat?”
“Of course not, but you have a job to do here, the same way I do. You have a part to play.”
“Yeah, and I’m playing it. I’m doing a damn good job, too, if you ask me, so don’t turn into a jackass by telling me what to do. I’m not your wife, and if you touch me again, you’ll regret it.”
I clenched my teeth. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you lately, but I’ve had enough of it. We were having a pretty good time before this happened—whatever it is. I sure wish you’d tell me what’s bothering you.”
“Nothing’s bothering me, so back off and leave me alone.”
“You’ve given me the cold shoulder for over a week, so don’t give me that crap about nothing’s bothering you. Do you think I’m too stupid to see what’s right in front of me?”
“Given you the cold shoulder, have I?” she shot back. “Since when have I ever given you the cold shoulder? Was I giving you the cold shoulder just before when you felt me up in front of my mirror? Was I giving you the cold shoulder last night when you made me cum all over the place? I’ve never given you the cold shoulder, you ungrateful prick—not ever. I’ve bent over for you every time you’ve touched me. I’ve fucked you to kingdom come every night since I first met you.”
I started to argue back then I froze. I stared into her face alive and vibrant with righteous vigor. Her eyes flashed, and the color mounted to her cheeks. I let the air hiss through my teeth. “Christ, I want to touch you right now.”
A glimmer flashed across her face. “Yeah? What do you want to do right now?”
I growled low so no one could hear him. “I want to eat you out right now. I want to lick your sweet wet pussy and smear your juices all over my face.”
“Fuck me, baby,” she purred. “Fuck me right now. You make me so hot. I need your hard cock in my ass right now.”
“You horny little devil,” I snarled. “I’m gonna nail you ‘til you cream all over my cock.”
“Come on and do it,” she returned. “You know my ass needs a good hard spank.”
“Oh, you dirty little slut,” I grated. “What are you trying to do to me? You know I can’t fuck you right now. Are you trying to kill me?”
She eased an inch closer to hum in my face. “Is your cock nice and hard right now? Do your nuts ache to plunge into my dripping wet slit? Huh? Is that what you want?”
I closed his eyes. I couldn’t listen to this. I couldn’t look at her when she acted like this. “Oh, fuck, baby. Don’t do this to me.”
She darted in and pecked me on the lips. “You be a good boy now. I’m going to the bar to get some pineapple juice. Behave yourself while I’m away, you hear? I wouldn’t want to tell Serena you needed a swat on the backside.”
My eyes popped open just in time to see her sashaying away through the crowd. Her voluptuous ass slithered under her gown, and a stab of molten fire scorched through my guts. I needed her right now. I needed her like I couldn’t believe.
No woman ever talked to me like that before, especially not in public. I glanced around the hall. People packed the place from wall to wall. Where could I get her off to? Where could I hide her where no one could see?
I hunted through the crowd for any secret place. People stopped and talked to me. I made a good show of socializing, but I couldn’t stop my mind roaming around. Where, oh where, could I duck into a private place and slam the shit out of her? One quit load, and I could go back to the party.
I strolled here and there. I worked my way all the way back to the entrance when I saw it. The coat check. The coat checker took people’s coats and hung them on racks. When one rack filled, he wheeled it into a side closet and left it there. He brought back an empty rack to fill. He never gave the filled racks a second glance. Ten coat racks stacked that closet.
I headed back out to the gala floor. I waded through a sea of people, but I couldn’t find Gabi anywhere. What if something happened to her? I would be sunk—not because I couldn’t pound her. I faced the dreadful realization last week when she first started acting strange. I didn’t want to pound her just to unload my sexual tensions on a fine body and leave. I wanted her. I wanted only her. No one else would satisfy me anymore.
I caught sight of her near the bar. Six or seven men and women surrounded her, all laughing and talking. She beamed at them one by one. She countered their jokes and made them laugh even louder. One young man leaned close and whispered in her ear. She shot him a wicked grin and swatted him on the chest.
My blood boiled. That guy was hitting on her, and she flirted back. I couldn’t allow that. She was mine. I would show her and everyone else she was my wife. Mine! I marched up to the circle. Her eyes widened when she saw me. Her lips parted to show her white teeth.
I took her hand and drew her away. She waved over her shoulder and called out, “I’ll be back!”
Not if I could help it, she wouldn’t be back. I would make her weep in ecstasy. I would do her until she couldn’t walk. Then I would take her home and do it all over again.
I towed her to the entrance. I waited until the coat check guy turned his back. Then I pulled her into the closet. She gasped once, but she didn’t say anything when I shoved her behind the racks. Furs and coats of all kinds closed around us.
Gabi stared up at me with those big eyes of hers. Her skin glowed its luminescent sheen, and her lips glistened when I moved in to kiss her. I didn’t have to say it. I said it all before, and she understood. This was my moment. She was my prize.
Her lips collapsed under my steady pressure. I nudged her mouth open, and I touched her tongue with mine. All my throbbing passion burst out of me. I had to have her. I had to see her crumble with desire.
I pinned her against piles of coats. They separated until Gabi’s back hit the wall behind. I followed her into the shadows. I plowed my hips against her dress until she sobbed and seethed under my weight. Oh, yes, she was so good!
In a flash, I flipped her around. I jammed her chest into the wall and went to work on her with both hands. I grabbed her tits in both hands, and her neckline scooted down. Her tits fell out into my grasp. Oh, sweet Jesus, I loved those tits so much!
I pinched her nipples, slowly teasing them with each flick of my fingers. She heaved to get free from my commanding bulk, but I held her in place with my hips and chest. I ground my bulging cock into her ass, that majestic ass I admired so much.
She writhed in my hands. She backed her ass against me and rubbed me harder than ever. She mewed and moaned under her breath. She was ready for it.