Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 57064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
“I want to come on your cock, Sir. I want . . . I want you inside me.” I swallow, knowing what he wants. “Please, Sir. I need you.”
Gabriel smiles and leans in, kissing me softly and pushing me back onto the cushions as his hands work at his belt. When he’s free, he doesn’t even pause, sliding deep into me with one long stroke that has me falling apart and clutching him tightly.
It’s heady and overwhelming. His scent, his touch, the strength of his body and how he takes from me. Demands from me. Loves me.
Gabriel gives me exactly what I want as he holds me close, pinning me to the loveseat as he strokes in and out of me, our bodies pressed tightly together and our lips sharing breath back and forth.
“Gabriel,” I moan as he pumps in and out, my body tightening around him. “Don’t leave me.”
He promises me, “I’m not leaving ever again.”
Past
Joshua sits in the driver’s seat of the big SUV, driving almost robotically as Gabriel and I sit in the back seat. He hasn’t said anything, giving Gabriel and me some privacy as the car drives down a private road at the airport.
My hands are clammy and nothing feels right. I can’t stop thinking about what happened two days ago, and Gabriel’s barely told me anything other than that he’ll take care of it.
I’m so damn grateful that I’m not in jail, but it’s hard for me to ask questions or figure out what to do about any of this. All I know is that I’m responsible for a death and we’re now living in a nightmare because of it.
Swallowing thickly, I glance at Gabriel to find him staring out the window. I didn’t ask. I only assume he’s leaving for a little while.
I want to, but something feels off about this. I just can’t shake the feeling that this isn’t for a few months. I can’t shake the feeling that it’s the end.
Tears prick, and I inhale a shuddering breath to keep from losing it.
“Kiersten, it’s going to be okay,” Gabriel says, his thumb sweeping over the back of my hand. Our hands are clasped together because I can’t seem to be able to let him go. “I promise you. You’ll be safe while I’m gone.”
While he’s gone.
“Could I come with you?” I ask him in a whisper.
“It would be better if you weren’t with me if anything happens,” he answers, and the guilt spreads through me, so I only nod in response and then join him in staring out the window.
It’s only when Joshua stops the car on a gravel drive with a small private plane to the left of us that I dare to ask him the one thing that’s been on repeat in the back of my mind.
I swallow, looking into his face. He’s so distant, like he’s already taken off on me. “How long will you be?”
Gabriel gives Joshua a nod, and Joshua leaves us. His door click shut, and the trunk opens with a click. Luggage. Actually, it’s a two-person job, and that’s part of what scares me. A man who’s only going away for a few weeks doesn’t pack that much luggage. I could lie to myself and say this is a business trip like usual, but he’s taken me with him for those and they’ve never lasted for more than two weeks.
I repeat my question. “How long will you be away?”
“I don't know how long, but . . .” Gabriel says before his voice catches. He clears his throat, looking past me to the plane. “I don’t know.”
My heart hammers in my chest, and my stomach clenches. He doesn’t know . . . which means it could be forever. I can see it in the way he’s struggling to keep his detached demeanor, the way he’s lying to me without quite lying. He knows it, and he knows I’m aware of it too.
I’m already on the verge of spiraling. “Don’t leave me,” I beg with tears pricking the back of my eyes, the words slipping out before I can stop them. I reach out, taking his hand, but this time, his returning grasp is light, barely there. “Gabriel . . . Sir . . .”
Everything in me goes cold, and suddenly, the seatbelt is far too tight. I struggle to unlatch mine as he unlatches his.
“Kiersten, I can’t.”
I shake my head, desperate. “I love you,” I beg, the words tumbling out. “I can fix this. I promise, I’ll do anything. I’ll be whatever you need, I . . . I . . . we can make it—”
Gabriel turns, his gaze harder, although his eyes can’t hide it. “Stop it, Kiersten,” he says in a quiet but harsh voice. “I know you want to. But I have to go, and I don’t know that I’m coming back.”