Chapter 9

~Justin

After that weird talk with Royce, it"s strange to go back to Gabe"s. The stuff Martin said isn"t helping either. Gabe is in his office but I still can"t relax.

Then he comes out, grabs his coat and his car keys and tells me, "Let"s go for a drive. I need to clear my head." His voice is low, his tone sharp making it clear that this isn"t an invitation, it"s an order.

I guess it"s not my day to stay in. We get into a black Maserati, and before I can even get used to sitting in such a sleek, expensive car, Gabe is peeling out of the garage and down the street. Even at the speed of city streets, it"s a rush to be in a car like this. It"s like riding a jungle cat or something.

I glance at Gabe, but he doesn"t seem to be enjoying it. The look on his face is grim. Now I"m not enjoying the drive as much either.

Gabe drives out of town, past hulking warehouses and then on a straight road between fields. Now he really punches it. Pushed back into my seat, I have to catch my breath.

We go like that for a while, but a straight road isn"t good enough for Gabe. We go up a road that twists between some hills and Gabe takes the turns at crazy speed.

But even that isn"t enough. We keep climbing higher, going up a mountain road. It circles the mountainside, and here Gabe"s driving is straight up reckless. A high cliff face on one side and a steep drop on the other, it"s scary. What the hell got into him?

With Gabe driving so aggressively, I clutch the dashboard and just hang on. His eyes flash to how I"m holding on and he slows down. We reach a plateau and he pulls over.

On wobbly legs, I get out and stare all around. It"s a perfect picnic spot with an amazing view that goes on forever. Of course we don"t have any food, not that I could eat, but I wouldn"t mind a drink of water.

I settle for just sitting in the grass on the cold ground and staring at the view. I focus all my attention on it so I don"t stare at Gabe or ask him why he was driving crazy. It was probably grief chasing him, and I know he doesn"t want to talk about that.

"You once wanted to know what Royce told me about you," he says as he stands off to my left, facing me instead of the view.

I just stare at him surprised that he brought up Royce. But now I"m wondering that same thing again. "Did he tell you how we met?" I ask.

Gabe shakes his head. Good. I don"t want to tell him either. He doesn"t question me, but he keeps watching me. His vibe is suspicious, dark.

Instead of just sitting there and waiting for him to speak up, I decide to question him. "Is this about me seeing Royce? Is that why you"re acting like this? I don"t get it." He knows who sent me to him. That"s no secret.

"Do you report to him? Is that what you were doing today?" Gabe asks.

"No. And he asked me to go with him right in front of you. It"s hardly a secret meeting," I point out, though Royce didn"t exactly ask, he pretty much ordered me.

"Royce told me you didn"t want to accept help from your father," he says.

"I don"t. Not that he offered."

"So you"d rather do favors for strange men?" he says.

I glare at him. He knows Royce has something over me even if he doesn"t know what it is. I decide to turn things around on him. "How about you tell me why you would hire someone like me instead of a proper personal assistant."

"Because I can tolerate you," he says.

That"s the short answer but I know there must be more to it than that, I just don"t know what, other than pity. "You know what? You don"t trust me. I don"t trust you either," I tell him.

"If you aren"t spying for Royce, what are you doing for him? Are you a distraction? Does he want to keep me off balance?" Gabe asks.

I"m stumped. "Off balance?" What is he talking about? Does he mean because I look like his brother? "I"m not doing anything. You"re just a job to me. If you don"t want me around, fire me! Actually don"t bother. I quit. Drive me back." I get up and Gabe gets in my face.

"Are you trying to give me orders?" he asks in a hushed voice as I stare into his eyes and I"m struck by how blue they are.

I don"t know why, but it"s hard to look away from him, but I do find my voice. "Fine. Then I"ll walk." He doesn"t let me pass and I get mad. "Am I a hostage?!"

"Yes," he says and gazes at me steadily with a threat in his eyes.

He"s pissing me off but I notice I"m not scared. I"m alone with him in the middle of nowhere, but I"m not cowering from him, not panicking, not having a flashback.

I am mad and my heart is beating out of control. I want to shove Gabe, climb on top of him and... That"s as far as I get. I shut my eyes tight. I don"t want to hit him. I"m mad but...

Turning away, I cover my face with my hands and lean over. "Are you feeling sick?" Gabe asks.

I am a little but I tell Gabe, "None of your business."

He takes my arm. "You should sit down."

I wrench my arm free, lose my balance and find myself being held up by Gabe. His arms encircle me. I"m pressed against his steely body.

As I breathe through some unknown sensation, I feel him get hard. I stepped wide to try to catch my balance and his cock is pressed against mine. The pressure of his rock hard cock makes mine hard too. This shouldn"t be happening. I"m not gay, but Gabe"s thighs flex and he starts moving against me.

My legs are still open and the way he strokes his cock over mine is making me open to him more, get even harder. He"s breathing raggedly, but his motion against me is very controlled, almost cold like he wants to make me hard and keep me hard whether I want it or not.

I"m helpless, just waiting as my skin prickles and Gabe"s hands hold me in place for him to grind against me. "What do you want? Right now, what do you want?" he demands in a gruff voice.

I can"t believe what comes out of my mouth. "Fuck me," I say. "Right here, fuck me."

I think I might be going insane. Why would I say that? I don"t have time to figure it out, because Gabe is unzipping me and turning me around, pulling my jeans down.

He lowers me to the ground easily then I hear him unzip his fly. I look over my shoulder like I have to see, have to watch him. With a grunt, he pulls his cock free.

While my head is turned, he sticks two fingers in my mouth, moves them in and out. I try not to suck on them, but I can"t help it. It"s some kind of instinct. Once they"re wet, Gabe pulls them out and uses my own spit on his fingers to open up my hole.

I pant and feel lightning shooting up my spine. It sparks inside me, makes me push back with a grunt. Gabe"s spit hits my hole next, and then something much bigger than two fingers is shoving at my opening. Too big, too damn big but I can"t keep it out. It"s invading me, making me groan like an animal at the pain, a pain that I"m accepting, almost welcoming.

I"ve never felt anything like this. My whole body is shaking and the huge cock is pushing right into me, in a long, steady power move that ends with me pinned to the ground and sobbing, moaning.

I gulp air and Gabe takes me by the shoulders and rocks against me like he"s going to force his cock even deeper. If there"s any deeper, he"ll find it.

"You good?" he says. Good is not a word I recognize, but I nod anyway. His isn"t the first cock I had in me, but I don"t know why it feels different. Even his weight on me isn"t making me panic even though I"m helpless under him, his to use as hard and as long as he wants.

Gabe is shifting, pulling me back so my ass is in the air again. He"s drawing back, partway out. His cock still hurts and then it comes back for another deep shove. "Gabe," I moan. Why the hell am I saying his name? It just makes his next plunge into me harder and deeper.

He has a good grip on me, complete control and I know he"s building up to more pounding than I can take. His thrusts are picking up speed even as my insides still fight him.

As I get fucked with no mercy, I"m trying not to think of how hard my cock is. I don"t want to come. I"m not going to.

That"s what I think then Gabe starts hammering me. I want to scream from it but only obscene moans come out. Something is happening, it"s building. It"s too much. With a guttural scream, I shoot come all over the grass.

My ass clenches around Gabe"s cock, my whole body gripping him like it will never let him go. He fucks right through it, powerful thrusts that mix with my own orgasm and he comes inside me with a growl.

He slowly pulls out of my pulsing hole, but his weight doesn"t leave me. He pushes me flat on the ground, showing me I"m still in his power, still helpless under him until he decides to let me go. He doesn"t, he breathes against my neck, brushes his lips over my hot skin.

"I wouldn"t have brought you up here if I knew this was going to happen," he says. Is he regretting this?

I move to shove him off me and he lets me. As he turns over and lies flat on his back, he puts away his cock and zips up. "I"ve never felt so spent," he whispers. "Like you squeezed the life out of me. You"re good."

"You think I"m a prostitute," I say coldly and get to my knees. "Everybody does." I manage to zip up with shaking hands and then drop on the ground.

Despite being mad, I feel like I know what Gabe means. I came hard too. I"m mad at him, but that"s on the surface. Deep inside, I feel very calm and empty with a very real pain in my ass. I think I understand why I told Gabe to fuck me. I never felt like this before, and everything every other man did to me feels very far away.