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Whether or not I realize it, I fall in love with Gabrielle Mancini and her endless talking, her gorgeous mind, and hilarious personality.
That’s the first time I hold her in my arms.
“The only rule I have is if I’m giving it up to some random guy, he better know how to make me come, you know? Because I waited too long for it to suck.”
Each of them let me get lost and turn off my brain. Live in happily ever afters and watch the drama unfold and then wrap up neatly, unlike the real world.
And for some fucking insane reason that I don’t think I’ll ever be able to fully understand even when I’m eighty and old and grey, I press my lips to her temple before saying in her ear, “Calm down, kitten.”
“First, I’m going to make you come. Then I’m going to make you comfortable with coming. And then I’m going to make you come on my cock, Gabi. Those are the steps. Got it?”
I
want time with her, however I can get it. I’m inexplicably drawn to this woman.
And, of course, to get the chance to hear her moan my name.
The fury running through me takes me off guard too. Not fury at Gabi. Not really. Fury at whatever man thought to even look at her. Because she is mine. For however long this thing lasts, Gabrielle Mancini is mine.
Well, you see, officer, I didn’t see that stop sign or your lights because all I could think about was my girlfriend, who isn’t really my girlfriend, but she sure as fuck feels like my girlfriend going on a date with another man.
Is this woman for real? There’s no way in hell she’s this obtuse that she doesn’t understand the urgency of this. Doesn’t understand how much she’s tearing me apart.
“I realized we never had any conversation about exclusivity.” That shuts her up. “So right here, right now, I want to make this crystal fucking clear, Gabrielle. You’re mine. That’s it. Mine. You don’t go out with other men; you don’t dress up for other men. You. Are. Mine. Do you hear me?”
Gabi has me, beyond a shadow of a doubt. Somehow, in the chaos of this arrangement, she has snared me so deep, I can’t see light unless she’s around. The earth spins, the universe continues to move, but my world stops until she’s back in my arms.
I will always catch Gabi.
Both hands are over her head, her body pinned in place by mine, and she’s at my mercy. It’s a beautiful sight. And it’s a fair trade-off since it feels like I’ve been at her mercy since the day I met this woman.
“You were made for me, Gabi.” My breathing stops. “It’ll fit, and it won’t hurt, not that way. You were made to take my cock, kitten.”
Everything clicks then. I need this woman more than I need to breathe. Somehow, in this crazy scheme, I fell for her. I fell for Gabi and I fucking need her. Right now is proof in living color.
All is right in the world.
Chaos, catastrophe, disappointment, and despair are things I can survive. I can face uncertainty and fear. I can do it all, so long as this woman is by my side to put me back together when I break.
Gabi, I let in, let her leech her way into my veins, into the sinew of my muscle, seep into my bones until I can’t discern myself from her. And I don’t want to.
