Except then you would be thinking about someone else’s arse.
“Sure, take a seat. You like baseball?”
“Why not? If you like it.”
Great, this will be way too easy. As the game plays on, she talks, I half-listen to boring, mundane topics revolving around her beauty salon and pet cat.
Time passes, more nodding on my behalf until she grabs my cell and places her number in my speed dial.
Destiny.
How ironic.
“Listen, I have to catch my ride home, but my roommate won’t be home tonight, so if you get lonely, call me.” She leans in, placing a kiss on my cheek, then struts out of the pub like a goddamn catwalk model.
Fuck, my dick didn’t even stir with her loose offer to join her at her place.
I’m cursed, fucking cursed.
The more I sit here, limp dick and tipsy on beer, the more I yearn to go home. I hate the fact that I want to see Gabriella. More so, I hate the fact that I want to tell her how I fucking feel.
The walk back in the fresh night’s air, sobered me up enough that keeping my mouth shut and opinion to myself, will be the reasonable thing to do.
The house is dark when I enter, only the faint glow of the television is on in the living room, and Gabriella’s lying across it watching some movie.
As soon as she hears me, she peeks up, but there’s no smile. No ‘hello, how was your night.’ I know she’s angry at me. I would be too for acting like an arrogant idiot.
I sit on the edge of the sofa as she pulls herself up. Her hair is a wild mess and propped to the side in casual disarray. Throwing my phone on the coffee table, I watch in silence until a sex scene comes on the screen. Oh, for fuck’s sake.
“Great movie choice,” I say, squirming.
“In my defense, I haven’t seen it, so I was unaware that it contained a scene like this,” she almost chokes. “How was your night?”
“Yeah, good. Yours?”
“Exhausting. I finally got him bathed, fed, and asleep. I’m scared to move in case he hears me.”
“Nah, he’s a good sleeper. He doesn’t hear his parents going at it, so I think it’s all good.”
“Oh no, please don’t tell me you hear Chance and Aubrey?”
I nod, pursing my lips because the fucker doesn’t understand the meaning of keeping his voice low no matter how many times Aubrey warns him.
“I tend to sleep with noise-canceling headphones now, oblivious to anything that may be happening.”
The couple on the screen go at it really hard. The guy has her on all fours, pounding her like a jackhammer as she moans in delight. All I can think about is Gabriella next to me, and the fact that my dick is as hard as a rock. It’s fucking painful.
She drops the remote on the floor, and as she leans down to pick it up, my phone lights up on the table. She hands it to me, her eyes scanning over the screen.
“Destiny says she’s waiting for you…” She pauses. “Oh, and look, a vagina.”
I grab the phone off her.
Fuck, she wasn’t lying.
The pink pound of flesh is an eyesore on the screen.
“Must have been a really good night,” she rattles off, grabbing the remote and changing channels with an angry press of each button.
“It’s not what you think.”
“I think there’s a vagina on your screen.”
“Please stop saying vagina, and would you listen to me for just a moment?”
Gabriella releases a puff of air, turning to face me with her arms crossed. “What could you possibly say that could—”
I lean forward, smashing my lips onto hers. She doesn’t push me away, innocently allowing me to taste her in this moment and teasing my tongue with a hot, fiery, passionate, and demanding thrust. I want to pull away before I lose myself, but I can’t seem to. My senses have been seduced, and I can no longer think straight.
She tastes like fucking heaven, and my mind conjures my dick sliding between her beautiful lips, her beneath my waist tasting every inch of me and watching her eyes desperate to consume me.
She would look so fucking perfect.
“Gabriella,” I whisper slowly, prolonging each letter as we come up for air.
Our noses rest against each other. We both are heaving for breath, and it’s echoing in the space between us.
She presses her hand on my chest, allowing it to rest against my beating heart.
“Oliver,” she whispers out of breath. “I just need—”
“Time.” I speak for her, irritated that we are once again having this conversation. “You can ask for all the time in the world, Gabriella, but one day you’ll realize that time has run out.”
I stand, creating a distance between us, knowing the hardest thing to do is to walk away from her.
But I have no choice.
I’m not born to come in second best.
In the confinement of my room, I leave all my clothes on and fall onto my bed. Staring up at the dark ceiling, my careless mind wanders back to our kiss. She wanted it just as much as I did, yet something she refuses to acknowledge holds her back from being with me.
And tonight, the true test begins—outside my room, lays a woman I so desperately want.
A woman who consumes me at a time in my life when I have been falling apart.
A woman, who I hate to admit, I may even be falling in love with.
Gabriella
I was coming undone.
Oliver slammed his lips onto mine—a bold move nearly knocking all the wind from my heaving lungs. There’s no moment to react or even decipher what the hell this all means before he presses his tongue to the seam of my lips, delving inside my mouth in a mad rush.
The strong scent of beer is exchanged in the intermingling of our
