“Bring it, Fallon.”
Oh, I intend to.
CHAPTER 27
Summer
“Iheard her saying his name—”
Gabe raised an eyebrow at me. “Saying?” he repeated.
“Alright, screaming,” I shuddered as he held back a smirk. I watched his fingers with interest as he sliced and diced a variety of vegetables before pouring them into the sizzling oil in the pan. He wore a loose grey tank that showed off his glorious body. I bit down on my lip, seeing scratch marks from our intense session earlier that week, my very first time as perfect as I had always imagined it would be.
“What are you thinking about?” Gabe chuckled as he gazed at me knowingly. I blushed, shrugging as I pointed at the hot pan.
“Just surprised you are so multi-talented.”
“Yeah?” A smile played on his lips as he dropped chorizo into the pan before adding in some chopped chicken. He sprinkled in an abundance of different herbs and spices before adding canned tomatoes.
“Mmm. That smells amazing. What is it called?”
“Dinner,” Gabe declared, looking at me blankly.
I laughed.“Ok, so you cook, workout, play football…”
“Dutiful son. Say my prayers every night before bed. Confess my sins,” he added, turning the heat down to simmer on the stove.
“Youdon’tpray!” I protested as he raised his eyes at me.
“Miss Fallon. Don’t you ever say that when my mother is around, or I’ll have no choice but to punish you,” he teased as he washed his hands.
Punishment by those hands?
Almost as though he could hear my thoughts, he turned to me, a look in his eyes that made me gulp. He walked over to me, hoisting me up onto the counter as he pressed his lips on mine.
“I don’t recall you screamingmyname, actually,” he muttered with disappointment. He gazed at me, his fingers sliding up my back, causing me to gasp.
“It’s quite a mouthful.Gabriel. Maybe I could try screaming out something shorter. Like Bob. Or Bill.”
“Who are these men, and why would you scream their name whenI’mfucking you? Damn disrespectful if you ask me,” he growled, nibbling on my ear as I groaned. “If you think my name is too much of a mouthful, wait until—”
“Don’t finish that sentence,” I commanded as he grinned.
“You know, you could always call meBaby. OrDaddy. OrBig Boy. Wait, don’t call me, Daddy. That’s too fucking weird.”
“And big boy isn’t true,” I choked on my laughter as his mouth dropped open with disbelief.
Suddenly he lifted me into his arms, carrying me to his bedroom.
“Gabriel! The food!” I squealed.
“Is slow cooking,” Gabe smirked as he kicked the door shut behind us, throwing me onto the bed. I giggled as he reached down, removing my jeans in one swift movement.
“Mmm. So what were you saying?”
His joggers dropped to the floor as I stared at his enormous cock. He rolled on a condom before bending me over, my bare ass exposed to him as I tried to get up to meet his eyes.
“Are you going to fuck me, Gabriel?” I whispered as I felt his hand wrap around my hair, tugging on it softly.