Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 121755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
I knew Kevin was into me. In his warped way, he maybe even loved me.
But let me tell you, the difference was significant, having a handsome, confident man take you in after you’d made an effort, and not say a word, but still communicate eloquently how much he appreciated it.
Inwardly preening at this memory, I took a sip of my cocktail and watched as my man’s gaze drifted to the fire in the outdoor fireplace.
And studying his profile, I took a velvet blow to the belly as his mood dawned on me.
He was chill.
He was in a good headspace.
He was with his woman.
He was doing something new and out of the ordinary.
He was happy.
My Gabe was happy.
I made my Gabe happy.
“Baby,” I called.
Those blue, blue eyes came to me.
And I was chill.
I was in a good headspace.
I was with my man.
I was doing something I’d wanted to do for ages.
I was happy.
He made me happy.
My Gabe made me happy.
So…very…happy.
“So, what’s next?” I asked.
“Say again?”
“In our life’s adventure,” I explained, then threw out an idea. “I’ve always wanted to learn pottery.”
He laughed softly, let my hair go and grabbed the last nugget o’ pure brilliance.
After he ate it, he said, “Not sure about pottery, babe. Though, you can do that and then we can reenact that scene from Ghost.”
This idea held merit.
I mentally jotted it down for future consideration.
“Photography?” I suggested.
“Maybe,” he said.
“Paddle boarding?”
His head ticked. “You haven’t paddle boarded?”
“Not yet.”
“It’s getting cold for that, Will,” he noted. “But we can slot that on our agenda for next summer.”
Next summer.
We’d be together and do that next summer.
And he called me “Will.”
That was the first time he’d done that.
I only allowed the people I loved most in the world to call me Will.
So, obviously, I didn’t correct him.
“And I haven’t been to Europe,” I shared. “Except for Mom and I taking what we called a once in a lifetime trip to Vancouver, I’ve never been out of the country.”
His head ticked at that too and he leaned deeper into me.
I smelled his clean, spicy aroma and sighed a contented sigh.
“We gotta rectify that,” he stated.
“Things have been so crazy, I want to go to a beach first.”
“Caribbean,” he decided. “We’ll have a look. I’ve only been to Aruba, and it was fantastic, but I’ve wanted to go to Puerto Rico for a while.”
“Oo, I like the sound of Puerto Rico.”
He grinned.
We planned.
They called us into the dining room to continue our culinary extravaganza.
And I found I could get all the way down with doing new things, splurging on new experiences, and finding the time to scratch those itches that always niggled at you.
Because I was worth it.
And Gabe was worth it.
And it was worth it.
But mostly, life was too damned short not to live it.
We were different that night in bed.
Gabe made us that way.
I liked it hard. I liked Gabe to take control. I liked to veer into nasty territory and even jump that line (frequently).
And Gabe liked all of that too.
But tonight was about soft touches. Gentle caresses. Going slow. Stoking the fire.
And now, with Gabe moving inside me, the fingers on both of his hands were laced through mine, held above my head and pressed into the pillow. He watched my face as I took his cock. He felt my legs tighten around him with each stroke, my fingers clenching his. He listened to my quiet whimpers.
And so, he didn’t miss it when the love bloomed in my eyes.
“Yeah,” he whispered, and I would have burst into tears at what I knew was not an acknowledgement, but a reciprocation, if Gabe didn’t let one of my hands go, slip his between us and home in on my clit, just as he kissed me. And seconds later, after he switched up that miracle move, adding a heady nuance that worked splendidly, his mouth absorbed my moans as he made me come.
It took a little more effort for him to get there, but we made it in the end, and it was spectacular.
Cuddling after was silent and mellow and easy and wonderful.
When Gabe felt me slipping into dreamland, he got up and took care of business.
But as ever, I was back in his arms the instant he returned to bed.
“Great night,” I whispered.
“Abso-fuckin’-lutely,” he replied.
“That new thing you did…nice,” I told him.
“I got a few variations, babe, so strap in,” he told me.
Awesome!
We fell silent.
This lasted a spell.
I broke it by saying softly, “Thank you, baby.”
To that I received a gentle, “You’re welcome, cupcake.”
I smiled in the dark and shortly after fell asleep tangled up in my guy.
And the first Gabe and Willow Special Night was a resounding success.
The next day…
I stopped after completing my assigned-by-Annette chore of collecting all the empty tubs that had had plants in them so I could put them in the recycle area.