Page 73 of Finding Fate

Cum fills my dick, forcing me to pull back, but instead of letting me she clamps her lips around it and moves both hands to my ass, forming a death grip, keeping me inside. Without time to fight her, the first spurt shoots into her hot mouth, followed by another, and another, and another. My mouth falls open and my eyes close as I feel through my orgasm. She runs her tongue along the bottom side, adding to the sensitivity.

I look down at her. She’s looking up at me. So beautiful. So strong. So irreplaceable. When there is nothing left, she pulls her mouth off my dick and swallows. “You’re so hot. Get up.”

She stands, but not before dragging my jeans down my legs and pulling them off with my boots, kissing my thigh so softly it makes my dick jump. All I can do is stare at her in awe. This is what the rest of my life is going to look like, and I almost missed it because I didn’t go looking for her. Had the universe not aligned just right, I’d have lost her forever.

I’m already tugging her shirt off and tossing it to the floor when she stands to her full height, but she’s not looking into my eyes. “I’m sorry. I should have waited.” Her shoulders drop as she shoves my shirt up my body, wanting it off. I remove it. The second I’m naked and going for her pants she starts to cry; so hard that her body quakes.

Not what I was expecting. “Gab?”

“What if I had gotten pregnant by someone else?” My heart sinks to my stomach and my hands freeze on the zipper of her jeans.What?“What if I had gotten an STD?” She’s starting to sob and I can’t breathe. I’ve never had that visual before, and I don’t like it. “This proves that I’m too trusting. I could have lost you forever had I gone all the way with someone else. I thought about it so many times, especially when I imagined you with other girls. I pushed myself thinking it’d make things easier, even though I never felt ready. There were times I got so close. One guy got the condom all the way on before I backed out. What if . . .”

I hate imagining her with someone else. It’s a turn off, that’s for sure. But the bigger problem is how upset she is at a time that she’s normally horny. Not much stands between Gabby and sex, especially when it’s sex resulting from one of us being pissed off. She’s always used her body to get her way with me. It’ll never stop working. I know that. She knows that. It’s no secret I have an unnatural attraction to Gabrielle Thanos. “Gab, what are you talking about? No one else got you pregnant. I did.”

She finally looks up at me, her face soaked and eyes red. “Yeah, because I haven’t slept with anyone else. But what if I had? I don’t think you’re fully grasping this situation. Most people don’t go years without sex, Mad; not after they’ve done it regularly for almost a year. Look at us. Barely any time back together and I’m pregnant . . . again. Apparently it’s easy for me to get pregnant. I could probably look at your dick and get knocked up. I thought I was on birth control. Those years apart weren’t easy for me. Some were really fucking hard. Do you know how many times I thought that if I could just go all the way with someone else then maybe I could move on from you? What if I had met someone that I liked right then, trusted him, and let him inside me like I let you inside me. What if I had gotten stuck raising a baby with someone I didn’t love? My dad made me think I was protected, and this whole time . . . I wasn’t. All these years. Had something happened you wouldn’t have wanted me back. I. Don’t. Understand.” She’s wheezing. “. . . these feelings. I love and hate him at the same time. He could have taken me away from you.”

Scenarios play in my head. The full aspect of this situation is finally sinking in. That would have been a nightmare. Jesus Christ. Her dad is a prick. Suddenly, I’m fucking glad it was me that knocked her up. If that’s our insurance policy for each other then so be it. It’s not like I don’t love her. Speaking of love. Thank God I’m not in love with a whore. It’s no longer an unplanned pregnancy, but an accidental miracle.

Gabby is a lucky find. I’ve known it all along. With every day that passes I’m still trying to absorb thatmyGabby is standing right in front of me, even more beautiful than she was the day I left. Blonde hair, dark eyes, with a fire in her soul I never want to extinguish.

I run my hands through her hair, my heart beating out of control, because honestly, I can pretend all I want, but the thought of that happening has me sweating. She can’t know it. “Gab, look at me.” It takes her a second, but she finally does. “It didn’t happen, baby. You know why?”

She’s inhaling deeply, trying to control her breathing. “Why?”

“Because regardless of how hard someone tries to keep us apart, we’re supposed to be together. You’re smarter than me. You saw things I didn’t see. And honestly, as hard as it is for me to think about, a kid with another guy isn’t going to keep me away from you in this lifetime or the next. You are the only one that can keep me away from you, and even then, I’m not sure I could forever. I fell in love with you a long time ago, Gabby; the kind of love you don’t recover from. It’s done, and not something I can change, regardless of the circumstances, but we have another chance. You’re having my baby. You’re going to be my wife. Let’s remember that.”

She closes her eyes and leans in, placing a kiss between my chest muscles as each palm rests on them, her fingers rubbing through my trimmed chest hair. It’s long enough it’s not stiff like stubble, but short enough it barely lays down. “I like this,” she whispers. “All of it. The tattoos. The manly chest hair that shows you’ve aged. The extra muscle that wasn’t there last time we were together. I caught you as a boy and kept you as a man. Young. We were so young. I pictured you all grown up so many times in my head. You’re everything I imagined plus some, with the exception of one thing.”

Her hands slowly run down my front, toward my dick. Without her Icansurvive, but she’s what makes me thrive. I’ve known what life I wanted since I was seventeen. My age and address have changed but not much else. My hands skim over her jean-clad ass and squeeze. “What thing, baby?”

She locks her eyes on mine. “Fuck me in our bed.”

My brows pull together. We fuck in our bed all the time. Then the phrasing finally dawns on me.Fuckme in our bed, not make love to me. My dad’s voice comes over my thoughts like an intercom.A man’s bed is made for his wife, son, not some girl that means nothing. You share it with the girl that you made vows with before God. Don’t defile with sin what should be a sacred place.

I’m fairly certain all those times my dad meant ‘bed’ in a broader term than I took it, but when you have a guilty conscience because you like the very thing you aren’t supposed to be doing, you’ll look for a loophole anywhere you can find one. I’ll admit, though, I didn’t dislike keeping the two flavors of intercourse separate—love making in bed, fucking anywhere else. “Gab, that’s what sets you apart. You’re the only girl I’ve had sex with in my bed. I don’t want to treat you like a whore; not here.”

Her dark eyes have a mirror like effect to them from her crying. “I want our bed to be as much a war zone as a place for worship. You believe that God created sex to be good between a husband and wife, right?”

“Yes, but now isn’t the time to make me feel guilty about having premarital sex when we’re seconds away from doing it.”

She presses her index finger against my lips, silencing me. “I’m wearing your ring and carrying your baby . . . for the second time. In my opinion, we committed to each other in the eyes of God a long time ago. I’m not quite as versed in the scripture as you, but I don’t recall ever reading in the good book which forms of sex were acceptable and which were forbidden and where. It simply states that a woman’s body was created for her husband’s enjoyment. Sex is a gift in a covenant between two people. Anyone can twist parts of the Bible to make it mean what they want it to, Maddox. That doesn’t make it the correct translation. Stop letting people make us feel wrong. You said it was your job to give me everything, but you’re still keeping parts from me. You’re the only man that’s ever had every part of me. This is something I need from you.”

My heart rate is steadily spiking. Fear is mixed with my blood. It’s hard to go against the grain of something you’re taught, or made yourself believe, even if what she said makes perfect sense. Leave it to Gabby to change something I’ve lived by all my life. She’s Gabby. I don’t know why I’d ever expect anything less. I’d give her anything from an organ to the world. I’d walk through Hell to find her a drop of water. I’d never deny her anything if it’s within my reach.

Popping the button through the slit, I shove her jeans down her legs and walk her back until she’s forced to sit on the bed so that I can completely remove them, leaving her in nothing but the black, lace thong and her bra that I never removed earlier. Her chest is rising and falling in rapid pulses. Grabbing the side of her knee, I lightly lift her leg to wrap around my waist and lean over her. “You love me, Gabby?”

“More than anything else,” she says, her hands tugging me closer by my hips.

I rub up her thigh, my fingers ducking under her panties until they’re playing in wet, and then I slip one in. “Then stop worrying about yesterday and tomorrow.” Her back arches as I pump in and out. “I want to be thankful for today. The girl I love madly, deeply, is laying here in front of me, and for the longest time I had to live without this. I can change anything else in my life, except the way I feel about you.”

She grabs the back of my neck and pulls me in for a kiss, not wasting another second being upset about shit we can’t change. A lotcouldhave happened, but it didn’t. I’m taking it as a sign it’s meant to be. She grinds her pelvis against my hand as our tongues swish and glide against one another’s, showing me how much she likes me finger fucking her. It’s not enough, though.

I pull out as I draw back from her, lowering down her body, and then I pull her panties to the side to expose her flesh, my mouth closing over her lips so that I can taste her, before I run my tongue between them in search of her swollen little nub, and without pausing for even a second, I start to suckle. She cries out, reminded that I can play her body like I can my drums—with my eyes closed. Her hand runs through my hair until it’s splayed over the back of my head, and when her legs start to wrap around me, I shove one back, keeping her spread wide. She grinds against me, getting wetter by the second, and as her cries become louder her clit starts to throb with extra blood, signaling the beginning of her orgasm.

Keeping her panties to the side with the back of my hand, I slip two fingers inside to feel her clench around them, getting so hard I can already feel the bead of wet on the head of my dick. She grinds that soaked little pussy back and forth, knocking my fingers from wall to wall as she moans and cusses through it.

The second I know she’s completely done I pull back and jerk her panties down her legs, discarding them. Her body is too beautiful to have sex with clothes in the way. I’ve always liked her skin to skin. I’ve found plenty of low-key places to park over the years so that I could have her like this, and now, here we are as adults, and we don’t have to hide.

I come over her on the bed, reaching behind her back to unhook her bra. She smirks at me, impressed I can still do it one-handed without looking since she taught me how years ago. “All that time I spent training you was for other girls. Stings a little.”