Page 33 of Beautifully Used
She looked up at me and smiled, oblivious to the fact that she was sitting there looking so sexy and tantalizing. I had a hard time keeping myself planted in the door jamb instead of pouncing onto the bed and pulling her into a long seductive kiss. Any red-blooded male would have. God, this woman drove me nuts. How would I ever survive this arrangement?
“Hi. You worked late. Did you have a chance to eat dinner?” Her melodious words jarred me from my intemperate, seductive thoughts.
“Uh … no. You?”
“No. I waited. I’ve been craving sushi and hoped I could convince you to do take out.”
I fished my phone out of my pocket and looked at the white neon 8:12 on the display. “It’s kind of late. We could call and see if they’ll still deliver this late.” I searched through my contacts and located the local sushi restaurant—well, the only sushi restaurant—and called. Lucky for us, they delivered. Even luckier, they were still open for business. “Hold on just a sec,” I said into the phone and handed it to her. “Here, order whatever you want.” I pulled out my wallet, snatching out my credit card and handing it to her. “I like everything, but make sure to add in some spicy stuff. I’m gonna hop in the shower. See if they’ll deliver a bottle of saké, too. Something dry and bold. We have some celebrating to do.” I turned quickly before she could ask me anything, leaving her with the phone, and headed to my room. I wanted to yell back and tell her to put some clothes on, but thought better of it. She probably had short shorts on that I couldn’t see. Gabrielle wasn’t the type to sit around in her underwear with her door open.
Hot water flowed over my head and I closed my eyes, but all I saw was flesh; the silky flesh of Gabrielle’s thighs. As I spread the soap over my chest and stomach, I grabbed my already stiff cock in my hand, realizing I should have made it a cold shower. When was the last time I’d gotten laid? And why had it been so long? Women usually didn’t affect me the way Gabrielle did. The desire to be with her grew stronger every day, and I didn’t think she hated me anymore. God, she was beautiful. Sexy, too, sitting there over her laptop. I wondered what she’d been typing. A scene from her book, no doubt. Was it a sex scene? Did she even write those? What kind of sex scene would Gabrielle write? I thought of Gabrielle typing a scene about a fourteenth-century warrior from the Scottish Highlands taking pleasure in the damsel he’s just rescued. I closed my eyes, becoming that warrior as Gabrielle’s lips grazed over my stomach, tantalizing me with the tip of her tongue, going lower and lower until she licked the tip of my cock. The smooth texture of her tongue gliding over me was almost too much to bear. She shifted her position and climbed on top of me, urgently guiding me. I held on tightly as she straddled me, gyrating her hips, taking me in as deep as I would go until I could feel the wall of her cervix against my tip, in and out, until she called out my name. I must have been pumping unconsciously as my release had me falling back against the cold shower wall. I opened my eyes to find cum all over the shower door. “Shit.”
Chapter 26
Gabrielle
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I arranged all the food on some pretty, black and white rose plates that I had found in the cupboard. I thought it weird that Brodie had such delicate, feminine china, and then remembered that he’d inherited almost everything in this place, along with the house. I set the plates out on the coffee table in the living room. I was in the mood for a movie, and hoped Brodie would be on board with that, but when he came walking in without a shirt, all thoughts of a movie left my mind. Why did he have that effect on me now? I guess he’d always had the ability to turn my knees to jelly and make my heart go pitter-patter, but up until recently, I’d never wanted to give in to them. Relief came when he yanked a black t-shirt over his head before joining me on the sofa in front of the table. The skin-tight shirt clung to all his curvy muscles though, and I had to suck in a breath while keeping my mind busy with the placement of food on the table before I found myself stroking the palms of my hands down the front of his chest.
“So, what are we celebrating?”
“It seems that we’ve got a huge gig down in Southern California.”
“Really? That’s great. Where exactly, and when?”
“Next week in Malibu, and it’s with a celebrity.” Her eyes lit up with excitement as her lips formed into the prettiest smile.
“Who?”
“Gerard Butler.”
“Oh my God! You’re joking.”
“Nope. It’s for real.”
“Gerard Butler? That’s amazing.”
Brodie filled me in about the offer and told me that the band wanted me to join them, to my relief. Of course, I agreed. It didn’t take much convincing with Jeff being out of jail. No way did I want to be left here alone. That idea scared the crap out of me.
“God, I’m starving,” he said with a piece of a Godzilla roll between his fingers before plopping it in his mouth. “Awesome idea you had.” He grinned. “I’m glad you waited.”
“It’s not much fun eating sushi alone. Besides, I just got home a little while ago, too.”
He gave me a questioning look before picking up the bottle of saké.
I shrugged. “I spent most of the evening with Lena until Jackson called her to the bar. At least now I know why.” I supposed the only reason Jackson hadn’t asked me to come to the bar with her was so that he could make sure the rest of the band would want me along. Or maybe it had been Brodie that had suggested I join them. I voted for the latter as my stomach did a jittery flip at the thought. “Anyway, I didn’t really want to …” I paused, not sure how much I wanted to tell him about my fears of staying home alone.
“Didn’t want to what?” he asked since I didn’t continue on with the sentence.
“Nothing.” I shook my head and forced a smile. He opened the bottle of saké and filled the two tiny cups I had found in the cupboard. They looked just like the little cups you got at a Japanese restaurant when you ordered hot saké.
“We’re roommates now, Gabrielle. You can trust me.”
He was right. We should be honest with each other. “I didn’t want to be here alone.”
He nodded and picked up another roll and ate it. After sipping the saké, he said, “How are you? I mean, how are you coping with things?”
“Oh, I’m settling in okay. I really like it here. Your house is cozy.” I smiled and snatched up one of the rolls.
