We Need You

Summer

I push my ass back, trying to move my son's knee out of my back. I don't remember Gabe climbing in my bed last night.

"Gabe," I say groggily. "Move your knee." I scoot my butt back once more, this time coming into contact with a solid surface.

A warm hand lands on my hip.

"I'm not Gabe, and that isn't my knee."

My eyes pop open immediately. Gabriel's voice is already deep and sexy, but when you add that sleepy huskiness to it, it's downright an aphrodisiac. And to a woman that hasn't had real dick in years, it's dangerous.

"You need to tame that damn dragon," I joke. "Some of us don't have as much restraint as you do." I chuckle, but my laughter gets cut off when Gabriel wraps his arm around me and rolls me over on top of him.

I gasp. "Gabriel." I'm lying against his bare chest, my legs straddling his stomach, his dick knocking against my ass. The thin satin shorts and panties I'm wearing allow me to feel everything.

"I think you overestimate my control."

This is the point where I should get up and put some distance between us. Nothing sustainable can come from me continuing this game with him. However, my decision-making skills still require some work.

"Placing me on top of you does not refute my claim." I say, folding my arms on top of his chest and placing my chin on my hands. "You're still in control."

He grips my ass in the palm of his hands and squeezes before he starts to massage it. It feels so good I have to shut my eyes and take a deep breath before opening them. I don't think he realizes what he's doing to me.

"For your safety."

His reply catches me off guard. I squint up at him.

"My safety? Is that your way of telling me you're going to beat up my pussy?" I tease.

Last time Gabriel and I were intimate, he didn't say much. In fact, other than some grunts and randomly asking if he was doing it right, he didn't speak much at all. Having him joke about sex and touch me so freely was a big improvement. One I liked a lot.

"Are you challenging me?" his eyes lower as he stares into my face.

He slips his hands past my shorts and into my panties, gripping my ass in both hands before using one of his long fingers to run down the slippery folds of my lower lips. I should be embarrassed at how wet I am for him already. However, embarrassment is the furthest emotion from my mind.

I bite into my bottom lip and moan when he slowly pushes one finger into my wet walls. It makes a slushing sound, proving just how aroused I am for him.

He hisses at the sound and his eyes become even more hooded.

"Gabriel," I whisper his name when he adds a second finger to the first. They feel divine as they slowly move in and out of me.

"I've thought about you nonstop for five years, Summer."

I rotate my hips gently. He grips my ass tighter. All the earlier jokes have seeped away. I have no teasing rebuttal. I can barely keep my eyes open. However, there is one thing I have no problem opening and that is my legs a little wider.

"Thinking about the night we made Gabe kept me sane when all I had around me were the walls of my holding unit. I couldn't get the way your warm, wet, slit gripped me so tight out of my head."

He removes his magic fingers out of my passage and down to my hardened nub, smearing my essence as he went.

I want to ask questions. I want to know what he did when I crossed his mind, but every thought is being washed away by the pleasure of his fingers slowly bringing me to my peak.

"Gabriel," I cry out his name again as my body rears up for the first orgasm not caused by me in the last five years.

I bet if my coochie could talk she'd wonder what the hell is going on. This is more action than she's experienced in a long time.

"I know, you're doing good, Summer," He praises as he continues to work his fingers against my clit.

I fist my hands on top of his chest, as my hips continue to grind chasing my orgasm down like a robber that stole my purse.

Gabriel continues to talk calmly as if I'm not about to have a heart attack on top of him. "You haunted me so much when we were apart that I vowed the next time I was inside of you, I wanted to make sure you'd never forget it. I want it to haunt you the way you did me."

"It did, baby. God, it did," I shut my eyes as my body quakes with the ripple of my peaking orgasm. Gabriel's fingers do not relent. They continue their slow motion.

"No," he says. "Not the way I want it to. That's why I studied. I watched every video I could find, I read every article there was on how to please a female. I devoted five years to learning everything I could about fucking you."

The man deserves a PhD for his skills. Hell, a Nobel prize just for his dedication alone. He applies a little more pressure to my nub causing me to whimper. The orgasm that was slowly reaching its climax shoots me to the top of the mountain dangling me over the edge but not yet allowing me to plummet.

"Because," he goes on to say. "If you ever allowed me between your legs again, I would not stop until you could no longer breathe without me. So, I'm restraining myself to protect you."

I open my mouth to beg him to throw all restraint out the window. I didn't need him to hold back. I wanted all of him.

"Come for me, Summer," he growls as he gently squeezes my clit between his fingers.

"Ahhh," I scream as the most powerful orgasm I've ever experienced rakes through me.

It zips through my fingers and down to my toes as if lightning was coursing through my body.

Just when I think I'm coming down from the mountain top, he flips me over on to my back. Gabriel rips my shorts and panties down my legs in one tug. He spreads my legs so wide; you would think I was a gymnast. He then buries his head between my thighs and takes me straight back over the edge.

My back bows off the bed, my thighs lock around his head, and I scream like a banshee as I cream all over his face. If I thought his fingers were magical, his tongue is a damn wizard master.

Gabriel devours me. He eats my coochie like it's a five-star meal at the most expensive restaurant. He laps at my nub, dips his tongue inside my canal, and sucks my pearl. I erupt like a fucking volcano back-to-back. Each time I think I can't come again, my body proves me wrong.

Finally, I whimper, "No more, Gabriel. Please."

I never thought I'd see the day I had to beg for someone to stop making me come.

He places a soft kiss against my lower lips before slowly kissing up my body. It crosses my mind that we are doing all this and neither of us have yet to brush our teeth. But that slips from my mind when he lifts my satin tank top up over my breasts and devours one globe as he tugs at the nipple of the other.

My eyes roll to the back of my head. I run my fingers in his dark blonde hair. At some point the strands fell out of the bun it was in when he went to sleep. The soft strands tickle my skin as they brush against me.

Gabriel sits up on his knees, he stares down at me with hooded eyes. I watch as he tugs his baller shorts down, releasing his massive hardon. With one hand he rubs the head of his cock against my pussy lips, spreading them open with his mushroom tip. The gushing sound is back as he plays in my wetness.

I bite into my bottom lip as I watch his tan erection separate my caramel folds. When he stops moving, I look up into his eyes wondering what happened.

His green eyes stare back at me. This time it doesn't take much to read the question there. He wants permission. He's already told me his plans. If I say yes, he's going to wreck me. I have no doubt that Gabriel is capable of doing exactly what he said he would do. He's going to fuck me until I can't think of anything else but him. He wants me to crave him as if he is the air I need to survive. I know all of this, and it should be enough to make me say no. Yet when I open my mouth, that is not what falls out.

"I'm not on birth control."

He smirks before grabbing my left leg and pushing my knee up to my chest. He lines himself up. I take a deep breath preparing for the stretch my pussy is about to make to accept him back into my walls.

Right as he's about to shove forward, a screeching voice pierces the air.

"Summer, we're back,"

Gabriel glances over his shoulder toward the open door. I have a mini panic attack.

"Shit, it's Sunday." I try to scoot back, but his hand on my thigh keeps me from moving.

When he turns back to me, he stares down at the place where we are almost joined. I can read the hesitation on his face. He's determining if he should continue or not.

I swear, in any other situation I would have told him to keep going. However, I have to keep my child in mind.

"I know what you're thinking, but your son is down there and unless you want to have the "why is daddy on top of mommy naked talk', I advise you to get up."

He narrows his eyes, but thankfully he gets up. I quickly scramble off the bed and find my silk robe before rushing downstairs. My feet hit the bottom step right as Trina was making her way toward the stairs.

"Hey," I say overly loud.

Gabe runs up to me and wraps his arms around my waist. His hugs are rare, and I make sure to enjoy every single one he gives me.

"Auntie Trina and Uncle James took me to see fish," he announces happily.

"We actually took him to a sushi place. However, he was uninterested in everything but the fish tank. I didn't have the heart to tell him the truth," she whispers the last part to me.

"Can I go outside before we go to story time," he asks. I nod my head.

Gabe, who has always loved playing outside, has become more obsessed with our backyard. When Gabriel went missing those three days, Gabe practically lived out there in hopes his father would show up like he did before.

As soon as Gabe is out of sight, I grab Trina's arm and pull her into the kitchen.

"I need a raincheck."

Trina steps back and looks me over. Her eyes are studying my face, my hair, and my robe. She does it so thoroughly, I have to wonder did I miss something. Did I somehow get cum on my face even though he didn't orgasm.

"Biiittccchh," Trina says with a smirk.

"What?" I ask patting at my braids. I cringe at the frizziness of my roots.

"Don't try to act all innocent with me. I know that look." She points a finger at me. "Your face is flushed, your skin is glowing, and you're smiling from ear to ear. You got dick," she shouts happily.

I wave my hands in her face, glancing back over my shoulder toward the stairs.

"Will you keep your voice down."

"He's still here?" she squeals. Suddenly her face falls. "Heifer, you let my godson hug you with sex fluids all over your body."

I pinch the bridge of my nose. "Will you focus."

She smiles again and shakes her head. "My girl finally dusted the cobwebs off that coochie and used it for something other than a toy factory." She pokes out her bottom lip. "You're growing up."

I roll my eyes at her.

"First of all, there were no cobwebs on this cat. And second, I would've gotten dick if my best friend hadn't interrupted."

Her eyes widen. "Oh shit, do you want me to take Gabe on a walk or something? I can keep him outside for a few minutes while you finish getting your back blown out."

I appreciate my friend and all her support but honestly the moment has passed. Also, now that my pussy isn't taking over my body, my brain is starting to make much more sense. What started upstairs did not need to finish. Even though my head says it, my lower lips are still craving what she didn't get.

"No, don't worry about it."

She shrugs. "So, Andrew finally got you to open those legs. Honestly, I didn't think he had it in him."

That would be a reasonable assumption. Considering the last thing she remembers is me having a date with him last night.

"Yeah, about that…" I start, but don't finish because the way Trina's mouth falls open and her eyes widen, I already know who has made an appearance.

I turn to find a shirtless Gabriel in the same basketball shorts he slept in. His hair is back up in its messy bun.

His eyes connect with mine, and the fire in them has me squeezing my thighs together. The ache between my legs intensifies as the memory of him eating my pussy plays back in my head. As if he can sense my thoughts, his gaze drops down to my thighs and takes its precious time making its way back to my face. When it does, he slips his bottom lip in between his teeth.

"Shit, I think I need to change my panties," Trina's whispered words have me turning away from Gabriel.

Clearing my throat, I step to the side so that I can see both Trina and Gabriel, I introduce them.

"Trina, this is Gabriel. Gabe's father. And Gabriel, this is Trina Blackstone. My best friend and Gabe's godmother."

Gabriel dips his head at Trina. She waves demurely at him.

"I'm going to go check on Gabe," he says before heading out the patio door.

Trina and I both stare at his back as he walks out. Although he has been staying with me for a week and a half now, this is the first time I'm actually seeing the tattoo on his back. It's terrifying with its sharp fangs. It almost looks like a depiction of a vampire if not for the large horns. The only color other than black and gray shading are the glowing red eyes of the demon.

For some reason seeing the tattoo doesn't scare me like I think he wants it to. Instead, it comforts me.

Once Gabriel is outside, I'm pulled back to the conversation with Trina.

"I thought we were friends?"

Taken aback by her question, I ask. "What are you talking about? We are friends."

"Why the hell didn't you tell me you were fucking a Norse god. No wonder my baby came out obsessed with the Avengers, his father is got damn Thor."

I toss my head back and laugh. "I can't take you seriously."

"I'm for real. Girl, your pussy has to be world class, ain't no way you took all that."

"Hey," I say jokingly. "Don't be checking out my baby daddy's dick."

"Well tell your baby daddy to cage that thing before he comes downstairs in shorts. For a moment I thought it was going to reach across the room and lasso you to him."

I have to hold my side; I'm laughing so hard. "You need help, Trina. I'm going to take a shower."

"Yeah, you do that. I'm going to see if Gabe needs a new step mama."

"Trina," I playfully shout.

"I'm kidding," She holds up her hands. "But damn it's enough to go around."

I laugh the entire way up to my room and into the shower. My heart is light, and for the first time I feel absolutely happy. I can't explain the feeling. Yes, I've been happy before. The day my son was born I cried tears of joy. However, there is something about this euphoric feeling that feels new. Almost like I'm high.

That sudden thought hits me like a sledgehammer. Because I know all too well, no matter how good the high feels, the crash back down is always hell.

***

Two hours later, we're sitting at our table at Malia's bookstore. Trina is telling me about her newest collab with a new makeup brand. Usually, I'm excited and totally invested in all her new business ventures, but today my mind keeps going back to Gabriel.

My body still has the tingles from our time this morning. I can still remember how warm he felt pressed to me. The way his tongue felt as he lapped at my essence like it was manna from heaven. Even his scent still lingers in my nostrils. Yet, the reminder that the high will eventually wear off keeps stomping through my head.

"Girl, what is wrong with you?" Trina says, grabbing my attention from the paper napkin I was just tearing up.

"Earlier you were giddy and glowing and now you seem all depressed. And honestly, I've seen that dick imprint, you got nothing to be depressed about."

Scrunching up my nose at her, I say, "No more dick jokes."

"Oh no ma'am. You got about two months of this. Remember how long you teased me about little dick Terry, and I was in love with that boy. Not to mention you still call my husband Mr."

I laugh out loud for the first time since we left the house. She has a point.

"Fair," I finally admit.

Trina sinks back in her seat, eyeing me wearily. "Mmhmm, why are you changing the subject. What's up with you?"

I lean back in my chair mimicking her. After glancing over to Gabe on the story time rug, I give my attention back to my friend.

"This morning with Gabriel was…" I try to come up with a word to describe what I felt but nothing seems sufficient enough. I settle on the closest I can think of. "It was euphoric."

"I bet it was." Trina wiggles her eyebrows at me.

I chuckle but quickly fade back to seriousness. "The way he devoured me and the things he said as he brought me to climax over and over," I shut my eyes as his deep voice plays back in my head. "I want to haunt you like you haunted me."

"Okay, so what's the problem?"

I open my eyes and the memory fades. Glancing back over to Gabe, I confess. "He's not staying."

She's silent for a moment causing me to look back at her.

"Are you sure about that? Because the way he looked at you in the kitchen doesn't lead me to believe he's not sticking around. For a moment I thought he was going to toss your ass on the table and fuck you in front of me. And I'm going to be honest, I wasn't leaving."

Rolling my eyes, I snort. "Nasty self."

She shrugs as if she's unoffended by my comment.

"But seriously," I continue. "I know Gabriel. Even if he did want to stay, he won't. He thinks he's not good enough to be with us."

He hasn't admitted it, but I know him enough to know he deals with insecurities. He fears he will hurt one of us. I'm not saying it isn't a valid fear. Gabriel is huge and when he goes to that dark place, he is terrifying. However, I know in my heart he will never allow himself to slip up and hurt us. He just doesn't know it. And because of that, I know he will leave.

"So, just enjoy it while it lasts."

I'm shaking my head before she finishes that sentence. "I can't."

"What? Why?"

Taking a deep breath, I let it out slowly. "You know those apartments Raina use to stay at before she met Mitch?"

She nods.

"One night, I got really high. I was feeling good. I went up on to the roof of the building with this guy. He thought we were going up to fuck, but I wasn't having that. Anyway, we get up there and I'm so out of my mind that I walk up to the edge of the roof. Not only do I have about two lines of raw coke in my system, I'd been doing Tequila shots with it.

"I remember being up on that ledge, looking down at the specks of people walking along the sidewalk feeling like I was untouchable. The guy I was with was pleading with me to get down, but I was laughing as I leaned over the edge."

I shake my head as I come out of the memory. When I look up at Trina her eyes are a bit misty.

"When I'm with Gabriel I feel like that night again. It's as if I'm floating on a high so pure that nothing can hurt me. We are in a bubble when we're together. He makes me want to walk close to the ledge. And for me that's dangerous."

"How?" She asks.

"I've been trying to figure out why I can't connect with anyone else I've dated. It's because I'm chasing the feeling I get with Gabriel.

"He gets me. He doesn't just understand my quirks and lives with them, but he understands me. All of me. The truth is, that man has the ability to break me, Trina." I look over to my son.

Story time is over and they are now doing the craft that goes along with the story. I turn back to Trina. "And I can no longer live that carelessly."

A tear falls down her face. I think she finally understands why this thing with Gabriel is so complicated.

The night we met was insane, but I knew there was something different about him. We had a connection. Having him back in our lives even for such a short period of time has shown me that our connection is dangerous. I won't say I'm in love with Gabriel, but I won't lie as if there aren't feelings there. Feelings that if I don't manage will quickly turn into love. And loving Gabriel is not safe.

Trina pats her face with one of the napkins I didn't rip up before leaning forward in her seat. She reaches across the table for my hand. I place it in her open palm.

"I'm going to say something to you that I never thought I'd ever say in my life. Friend," She pauses as if she has to gather her thoughts. "You can't sleep with that man."

I chuckle but I know she's being serious. She lets go of my hand.

"Seriously, I get what you're saying. And adding sex to your already high emotions won't help. It's going to be hard friend, I know. But trust me, you can't fuck him."

I poke out my bottom lip. "Not even one last time for good measure?"

"No, bitch. You gotta go cold turkey."

We both toss our head back and laugh. Even though we were joking about it, I know that she's right. I have to keep things platonic between Gabriel and me. Which means, no more repeats of this morning no matter how much my body craves it.

We continue our Sunday tradition by ending our day with a trip to the park. That night, after putting Gabe to bed, I sat on the couch waiting for Gabriel to come home. I had a ton of plans to talk to him about why we couldn't have sex again.

However, when he walked in, I took one look at him and knew that tonight wasn't the night for that conversation.

Instead of talking, I pulled the cover back off my legs and patted the seat next to me. He dropped his duffle and sat down beside me.

"Rough night?" I ask.

"Yeah," he says without further explanation.

"You want to talk about it?"

He turns to look at me. "No, I just want to sit in your presence."

I fight the smile on my face. Without even trying, the man can always make me feel like I'm special, like I'm someone important to him. I bury myself in his side, taking in his warmth and scent. He wraps his arm around me pulling me in closer.

We spend the rest of the night cuddled up on the couch watching Game of Thrones.