Page 70 of It's Always Been You
Chapter Twenty-Six
Molly
Are you mine? Am I yours?
Gabe’s voice is a plea and a prayer. His eyes are begging me to say yes, but the joke’s on him, because I came here to tell him all the things he wants to hear. I would have told him the second he opened the door if he hadn’t been wearing an unbuttoned tux shirt and I hadn’t been distracted by the need to get my hands on every inch of those rock hard, sculpted muscles.
But the time for teasing is over for now. He needs the words. He deserves the words. And I need to give them to him. I stare into his eyes, my stomach shimmering with anticipation not just for what’s going to happen tonight, but for the entire life that stretches in front of us. The one we get to spend together.
The emotion hits me, fast and furious. Because this is Gabe. My Gabe. And he’s about to be mine for real. Forever.
“Sweet boy,” I murmur. I take off his glasses and toss them on the dresser, then reach up to brush his dark curls off his face. I leave my hand on his cheek, and he leans into it, closing his eyes and turning his head to press a kiss to my palm.
When he opens his eyes, I see everything I feel reflected back at me. What a gift it is, I realize, to be seen so clearly. Loved sowell and for so long. No one will ever love me like he does. And I love him back just the same. With my eyes on his, I give him the words.
“You’ve been mine since we were eighteen, and I’ve never been anything except for yours. I was yours even when you weren’t with me. Even when I didn’t know if you would ever be mine again. I could never make my heart belong to anyone else. All it wanted was you. All I’ve ever wanted was you. I love you, Gabe. Forever. The way it was always supposed to be.”
“Rory,” he manages, his voice raw and laced with emotion, his eyes covered in a sheen of tears. One escapes and tracks down his cheek and I catch it with my thumb, wiping it away. I can see he’s struggling, and my heart expands with love for him. Wrapping my arms back around his waist, I hold tight. I lay my head on his chest and listen to the gallop of his heart against my ear and smile when he wraps his arms around my shoulders. He kisses my temple and slides a hand up into my hair to hold my head against him. We stay like that for a while, and I think I have never been more content in my life.
Then Gabe pulls away, cupping my face again. His grin spreads across his face, and his eyes light up, and fuck content. Happiness this big should be illegal.
“I love you, Rory. Fuck, I love you so much. There hasn’t been a minute of the last fourteen years I haven’t loved you. I loved you even when I didn’t think I would ever have the chance to tell you again, and I hope you’re ready because I have a lot ofI love yousto make up for. Like, ten years’ worth. I’m going to tell you so many times. I hope you’re ready because I’ll probably make it weird, but I don’t care because you’re mine for real, and I get to be yours forever.”
Gabe is still grinning, and I laugh at the joy and ridiculousness of it all. Because this moment right here? It isabsolutely, perfectly us. The us of then. The us of now. Molly and Gabe. Gabe and Molly. The most perfect pairing.
We look at each other with twin grins, and then as if we are in mind meld, our grins vanish at the same time, the light energy replaced by something darker. Edgier. Gabe leans down to kiss me, but I hold my hand up, taking one step back. His expression is confused until he sees me reach for the side zipper of my dress. Then his gaze heats.
I grip the zipper tab between two fingers and slowly slide it down. Gabe’s eyes track the movement. When the zipper is opened all the way, I let the dress go and it falls straight to the floor in a pool of chiffon. Gabe’s sharp intake of breath and his mutteredfuckis deeply satisfying.
I told myself I chose the pink strapless lace bustier with front hook closures and matching thong for me. But standing here as Gabe looks his fill, his pupils blown and his expression molten, huge bulge tenting his tux pants, I know I chose it for him. Because I wanted him to see it. To look at me exactly as he is. When his gaze meets mine, I have never felt more desired in my life.
I don’t wait for Gabe to come to me. This time, I go to him. I wind my arms around his neck and hop up, wrapping my legs around his waist and sealing my mouth to his. Gabe lets out a little grunt and grabs the back of my thighs, holding me tightly to him. He rocks his hips and settles his cock right against where I’m already hot and needy for him.
Our mouths move together in perfect sync, tongues dancing, dipping in and out to tease and taste. Without breaking the kiss, Gabe walks to a chair in the corner and sits down with me on top of him, straddling his waist. I grip his shoulders underneath his shirt and grind down over him, needing the friction. Needing him. All of him. Everything.
Gabe lets me work myself over him as he tears his mouth from mine, peppering kisses down my jaw and licking a wet stripe over my throat and across my collarbone. Nipping and licking and sucking until I am wild with want. Then he brings his hands up to my lace-covered breasts, rolling and pinching my nipples between his fingers and then dipping his head down to take one, then the other, into his mouth over the lace, flicking them with his tongue and sucking until they are hard, stiff peaks, and I drop my head back and moan at the ceiling.
“That’s right, Rory baby,” Gabe rasps. “Let me hear those moans. Let everyone hear you while you work that perfect pussy over my cock. I’m so fucking hard for you. Can you feel it? What you do to me?”
“Fuck, yes,” I gasp, as Gabe lifts his hips, his tip hitting my clit at the same time he sucks a lace-covered nipple back into his mouth. Sparks of pleasure race under my skin. I’m already so close.
“I know you need it. Fuck, I can already feel how wet you are. But you know me well enough to know I won’t let you come yet. Don’t you, Rory?”
Gabe lifts his head to look at me at the same time his hands grip my waist tightly, holding me in place. I try to rock my hips, but his grip is steel. I groan in frustration, and he just chuckles, leaning forward to kiss my neck. When he speaks, his voice is a rasp in my ear, and goosebumps race across my skin.
“Did you think because I love you, I would forget what a brat you were before? Questioning whether I wanted you? Whether I wanted to fuck you? You know better than that.”
Gabe lets out a littletskand swats one of my ass cheeks, then rubs his hand over it to soothe the sting before gripping my hip again.
“I always want to fuck you. Every single part of you is mine. I’ll prove it to you, but you’ll have to wait awhile now.”
Arousal floods my core, and I know he feels it because he lets out a little chuckle into my ear. The way Gabe knows what I need and slips so seamlessly into the games we used to play has me both emotional and so wound up I might actually die.
My epitaph writes itself.Here lies Molly Jenkins:She died as she lived.Combusting from orgasm denial and Gabriel Sullivan’s filthy fucking mouth.
Gabe leans forward and slams his mouth to mine. The kiss is wet and dirty and full of red-hot want. He nips at my lip, and I hiss out a breath as he licks his tongue over the spot and sits back.
“Now.” His voice is authoritative and dripping with desire. It’s a heady combination that has me trying to rock on his lap again, thwarted by his iron grip. “You didn’t think I wanted to fuck you? I’ll show you just how badly I want to fuck you. You’re going to slide off my lap and get on your knees. Then you’re going to put my rock-hard dick in your bratty fucking mouth and suck it.”
