6. Gabe

Chapter 6

Gabe

I came with an explosive climax inside her that robbed me momentarily of all thought. White dots took over my vision. I even stopped breathing. Fuck! I held on to her ass like a lifeline. This woman was everything I had ever dreamed of and more.

“What the hell is going on?” Patrick appeared in the doorway, light flooded the kitchen. “Oh shit! Shit … I’m sorry … sorry, bro…” he stammered.

“Get out,” I managed, turning to prevent him from seeing all the delicious body parts I had exposed on Caro.

A loud chuckle followed his retreat.

“What’s going on, Pat?” Ella asked from farther up.

“Are you okay?” I asked Caro, concerned as her body spasmed underneath me.

“I’m fine,” she managed, before she broke out into loud laughter, holding on to my arms for support.

“That was not how I wanted this to go,” I admitted, searching her face for clues, but other than laughter, there was not a hint of embarrassment. Of course not. This was my Caro. She might have been insecure about her height, but this woman took everything else in stride.

“I think it was perfect,” she giggled, lifting her palm to brush my cheeks. “Are you okay?”

Our eyes met, “More than okay,” I nodded.

“So …” she wiggled her legs under me, her hips and I got the message, reluctantly pulling out of her.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t even … think about a condom,” I apologized.

This had never happened to me before. Never. I was always in control. Condoms were my number one priority. Many women sought to have a quick fling with me just to sue me for child support later. It had happened to the best of us.

“No worries, I’m clean and on the pill.” Her eyes narrowed, “Are you clean?”

I knew she was hinting at all the flings posted on social media and the news.

“Trust me, my affairs have been wildly exaggerated. But I’m clean. We have routine checkups.”

“Hmm,” she sat up, looking around in search for … a towel, of course.

“Hold on.” I grabbed a couple dishtowels, wetted one. “Let me.” And cleaned her thighs and pussy from the mess of our combined juices, before I cleaned myself, pulling my pants up and then drying her.

“We made a big mess,” she sighed, looking around the kitchen floor, filled with broken plates, cookies and whatnot.

She was about to jump off the kitchen island to clean it up, but I held her back. “You’re barefoot.”

“So are you,” she countered.

“Yeah, but your feet are not exactly dainty, Bigfoot.” I laughed.

She smacked me with the towel, but her lips quirked up, for once not rising to my bait.

“I just want to carry you to my bed and do this all over again, but more thoroughly this time,” I admitted, staring at her naked breasts before she covered them with the remnants of the shirt I had ripped in two.

She looked up, seriousness replaced her smile. “What happened?”

I didn’t pretend not to understand her loaded question.

“You,” I finally managed.

“Last I knew you left me standing on the cold balcony.” I should have known she wouldn’t let me easily off the hook. This was Caro after all. Beautiful, smart, irresistible Caro.

“Would you believe me if I said that I’ve been in love with you for years?”

“What?” She sat up straighter, searching my face, probably worrying for a punchline to follow my admission.

It was the truth, though. I had been such an idiot and made such a mess of things. Just fess up , Simon encouraged.

“This might take a bit longer,” I hedged. “Why don’t you go get a … fresh shirt, and I’ll clean up this mess. Then we can have some cookies and hot chocolate, and I’ll tell you anything you want to know.”

She gave me a doubtful sideways glance and I tried my most encouraging, confident grin and nod. I lifted her off the counter, but found that I couldn’t let her go. Instead I arranged her around in my arms so I could carry her.

“Change of plans,” I announced.