19

Sal

I wrapped myself in the towel as I dripped onto the ground. My eyes were locked on Osiris and who he was texting. "Is that Abel?"

He shook his head. "Would you like to talk to Abel?"

"Yeah, if that's okay?" I said. It felt weird asking for my boyfriend after getting finger fucked by one.

He pressed a few buttons before putting it on the speaker.

Abel picked up instantly. "Why are you calling me? Did something bad happen?"

I chuckled as Osiris handed over the phone. "Hi, Abel."

"Oh, hey baby girl. You with Ris today?"

"Sadly," I answered, smiling.

"I'll leave you two alone," Osiris muttered, rolling his head. "Try not to go through my phone."

My throat dried, thinking about what he could have hidden. Would it be that beautiful cock of his? He obviously felt comfortable enough for me to have his phone because he just walked out and closed the door.

I limped to the bed, sighing as I sat down.

"Did Theo kick your ass that much?"

"Fuck yeah," I muttered. "Can… I see you? Are you too busy to video time?"

"Never too busy for you," he said quickly, and the phone dinged with an incoming video.

Quickly, I fixed my hair and answered it.

Abel's beautiful face lit up the screen, and instantly I smiled. "Hello, beautiful."

My eyes rolled, but the smile stayed on my lips. "What have you been up to?"

He showed me the room and how empty it was. Half of the room was colored, and the evidence of paint on his body told me he was painting.

"Mhm, that seems fun."

"Very," he deadpanned. "I missed you, Sal."

My heart stopped beating, and every one of my nerves felt icy. He missed me. I missed him. But how… do you tell someone that?

How do people easily say that they miss someone? I usually just rotted when Cozen left and just kept it to myself.

"What?"

"Nothing!" I shook my head, swallowing. "Just tired."

"I bet… I'll see you soon," Abel said.

"Are you coming here tonight?"

He sighed. "Not tonight. I'll be back tomorrow. Just finishing up my mom's new at-home office."

I nodded, feeling myself grow numb. "Well, I don't want to keep you too long…"

"We can still talk," he said, brows pulling and eyes narrowing.

I send a small smile. "I'm just hungry and have been bathing since we got back." It was a lie but whatever.

"Mhm, okay. Well, I'll see you, Psalm," he muttered. "I love you, P."

My throat swelled at his words. My head spun as I couldn't breathe.

I nodded. "Bye, Abel." I hung up, feeling my chest grow heavy. I missed him, and I wanted him around me. It was weird not seeing him.

He was still a Rookie and had nothing to prove, while I had to work and prove myself. If I wasn't Spectre, I would be able to meet his family while also relaxing.

Now, I was sore, sad, and missing Abel. I crawled under the covers, placing the phone on the nightstand.

I didn't even want to look for Osiris' dick pictures anymore.

After dressing in PJs, I pulled the blanket over my head and closed my eyes, trying to stop the throbbing in my chest.

I'd never told someone I loved them, and they never told me that either. I was just an orphan girl that no one ever tried to get close to.

Now I missed men more than I had missed anything in my life. Slowly I drifted to sleep.

A knock woke me, and I wondered if it was Osiris getting his phone. But when I peeked, it wasn't even on the nightstand anymore, and my hair was dried.

With a huff, I threw my blankets off and moved to the door, putting my hair up in a bun.

Opening the door, I looked up, blinded by the light.

"Let's not make it a habit to skip dinner," Abel's voice had me doing a doubt take.

"W-what are you doing here?"

Abel stepped inside, and I moved backward with each step. He set down his bag, eyes locked on me. Then he closed and locked the door behind him. "I finished up some things early. Why are you acting weird?"

I remembered his words in my head, how he loved me and how he missed me. "I-I just woke up."

"Okay," he stood before me, arms crossing. "So why you acting weird?"

I shook my head.

"Did you miss me?" he asked.

"Of course," I said with a sigh, thankful I didn't have to say the actual words and admit it.

"So say it. Tell me you miss me."

My throat dried. "You came all the way for that?! From the other side of town."

"Yes, now say it. Tell me you missed me because we both know you did."

I swallowed. "So what? Why do I have to say it then?"

He moved closer, and I couldn't back up anymore, or we'd both be on the bed. "You seem to forget what this is. We are together. I'm not going to be pushed away because you can't admit your feelings and—"

"I can. I just don't see the point if you already know my feelings."

"I love you," he said, and the world fell still. "You don't have to say that, but being away from you made me realize I loved you more than anyone I have ever met, and I couldn't stop thinking about you. Does Psalm know how to paint a room? Has she ever painted a room? Has she eaten or drank anything? No one is with her to confirm that. I couldn't get you out of my head."

"Sounds like a bad infection."

He chuckled, grabbing my hips and pulling me against his body. His warmth, his sweet cologne, engulfed me. I wanted to sob; I missed him. He dipped his lip, and I tilted my head back to meet his lips. His piercing was cold against my lips.

Both hands grabbed his face, sighing against his taste. "I don't want to be without you," I muttered, though it came out broken and a mess.

His hands grabbed my thighs, and though they were sore, he pulled me up against him. My arm and legs wrapped around him as he carried me to the bed. Slowly and carefully, he set me down.

"I didn't come here for sex," he muttered against my lips. "It took a lot to get here."

I could imagine. Gas was almost ten dollars a gallon, and he and I were broke as Rookies, and that's why he was supposed to stay at his mom's; less gas money.

"I know," I muttered, pulling his shirt off. I needed him. I wanted to tell him that, but I couldn't. I couldn't communicate how I felt.

His dreads fell over his shoulder, and I could tell he had just gotten the roots done, probably by his mother.

His mouth was on my neck as he lay over me. My thighs spread to make him move closer.

"Abel," I moaned, eyes closing.

"Tell me what you want," he muttered.

Heat rolled in my stomach as he grew against my core. His hands moved down my hips, and I imagined him fingering me. I knew Osiris was good, but Abel's fingers were magic. I trembled, wanting to tell him I needed him. I missed him and couldn't stop thinking about him. I wanted to tell him about my whole day like he was there, but I blew it. I was too hard to be in a relationship. I pushed people away and had with him. The anticipation was too much. "I missed you," I blurted out.

Abel pulled back, looking down at me.

My face burned. "Abel, please don't make me repeat myself. This is hard."

"I can tell. You're heart's beating like crazy."

My throat was dry as I tried to look anywhere but his face.

But he grabbed my face and leaned into me more. "I missed you too."

I swallowed, kissing him hard. Heat burst between us, electrifying my body. We moved quickly, shredding each other's clothes off. Before I could even think again, he was sliding inside of me.

A moan escaped me, fingers running up his toned back.

Even Abel took a moment to inhale sharply. But he sat on his feet, pulling a pillow to put under my hips.

"What are you—"

He fucked me, and all the pleasure hit me at once. My body crumpled, unable to fight it as he fucked me hard and deep.

A growl escaped him as his eyes watched my body. His one-ringed fingers ran over my nipples, and I arched. I was so sensitive to these men.

"Fuck, I missed you," he moaned, head dropping back.

My legs ran up his hips further. His body was so beautiful, evenly brown skin and dreads over his shoulder. He was pierced and tattooed a lot, one arm covered in them. He was so beautiful, and I missed him.

"Fuck," I muttered, eyes closing. I could feel the orgasm building in my hips. I wanted this. I wanted to come on him.

His other hand reached between us and pressed right on my lower stomach.

"What are yo—" once again he shut me up, his tip was angled, and his hand made it hit my sweet spot. My head spun and I cried out. "Oh fuck, Oh fuck!" My thighs shook as I tightened them around me. "I'm coming, Abel." A tingling rushed over me, tingling my brain and limbs.

"Fuck," he breathed.

I didn't even care if I was coming so quickly; my finger gripped a bit as I fucking screamed. I couldn't think or breathe. My body was shaking as I exploded on my high and all over his dick.

It sent him over, and pathetic moans escaped him as he filled me with his hot cum.

His body became boneless right on top of me, but I embraced him, holding his sweaty body close. "Fuck, I can't live without that."

I scoffed, rolling my head.

"I meant it." He kissed my lips. "When I told you I loved you, I meant it."

"I know."

"As long as you know," he muttered, face in my neck.

I swallowed. I wanted to return all the feelings, but I couldn't. Though he wasn't pushing me, only with the "I miss you" shit.

After a few moments, he rolled over, cum leaking from my pussy. "I got you something."

"What?"

He ignored my question, moving to the bathroom, and came back with wipes. I cleaned myself, eying his cute round ass as he grabbed his bag and pulled out something. "Were you staring at my ass?"

I shook my head, smirking and looking at other places. He sat before me, covering his soft dick for a second. But we seemed… comfortable because I didn't cover up.

He handed me a small rectangular box.

I took it, taking in the picture of the phone on the box. "Abel."

"I never thought you would need one, but… I missed you all day, and I don't want you to get sad because you missed me or the others too."

"I can't… take this," I said, trying to hand it back.

"Psalm."

"I'm serious!"

"It was already planned. That's why I was staying at my mom's for the night. She was paying me for work, and I had enough for gas and phone when she fronted me the money."

"But it's your money."

"And you're my girl, whether you admit it or not," he said, kissing my lips.

"This… I… I can't take this."

"I want you to have it. I worked for it."

My eyes teared up as I looked up.

"What's wrong?"

"I… I have never had something so expensive beside my arm, and I worked years to get that."

"Yeah, my mother was generous with me. I know I didn't have to work very hard or anything."

"No, no. I mean yeah, she is generous. I just never got a gift like this before," my fingers ran over the outside, "I've never gotten a gift before, not for Christmas, not for my birthday..."

Abel's face softened when he realized what I was saying. "Well… happy belated birthday."

I snorted, and he laughed with me before he showed me how to work the phone.