Gable (12 page)
God, I was one sick bitch.
My curiosity won and I moved forward thinking that when he found out at semester’s end that it was me he’d been writing and that I’d basically lied to him and he never wanted to see me again, at least I’d had a little fun with it, right?
Yeah. A little fun and a ton of heartbreak.
I took a deep breath and replied.
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From:
9565876
Subject:
You
Date:
October 25, 12:15 a.m.
To:
9543254
I don’t think I’d be opposed to that…
xo
EEP!
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From:
9543254
Subject:
You
Date:
October 25, 12:15 a.m.
To:
9565876
Baby, I’d make you so hot, opposition would be the farthest thing from your mind… you’d be begging for more
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From:
9565876
Subject:
You
Date:
October 25, 12:15 a.m.
To:
9543254
Tell me…
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From:
9543254
Subject:
You
Date:
October 25, 12:16 a.m.
To:
9565876
First I’d kiss you so hot and deep your head would spin… my fingers in your hair… your arms around my neck… I’d kiss your jaw… down your neck… in the hollow of your throat… then I’d take your shirt off… your bra… and see your gorgeous tits… I’d suck on your nipples… make you come just from that…
Oh, my God.
This was hot.
Gable didn’t mess around.
When I was with Hayden, his emails had been amateur compared. Good lord. Suddenly, I wasn’t so sure I was up to this. I’d always been the bold one with Hayden but Gable had taken this to a whole other level.
I took a deep breath, gave myself a sex pep talk, took another deep breath and forged ahead hoping I could keep up with him.
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From:
9565876
Subject:
You
Date:
October 25, 12:18 a.m.
To:
9543254
Oh, God, I love that… I’d wrap my fingers in your hair, knowing you’d make me come… I’d be so wet for you… I’d take off your shirt to see your strong, muscular chest… run my tongue all over your pecs, bite your nipples lightly… tease you with my tongue as I ran it down over your abs…
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From:
9543254
Subject:
You
Date:
October 25, 12:21 a.m.
To:
9565876
God, that’s hot as fuck, Six…
Next, I’d lay you on my bed then take your jeans off… see you in your sexy panties… then pull them down your legs and off… kiss up the inside of your thighs until I got to your beautiful pussy, then I’d kiss you there… run my tongue all over you… taste your sweetness going down my throat… fuck you with my tongue… then when I had you panting, right where I wanted you, I’d suck your clit and I’d fucking love it when you screamed my name as you came harder than you ever have… harder than you came the first time…
Wow.
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From:
9565876
Subject:
You
Date:
October 25, 12:24 a.m.
To:
9543254
God… you make me so hot… I’d unzip your jeans and reach in and pull your big cock out then worship it with my tongue next… licking it from bottom to top, my hand cupping your balls… making you groan for more… I’d take the head into my mouth and suck… then I’d take all of you in my mouth, going down on you until you touched the back of my throat… then I’d slide my mouth up, sucking your rock hard cock until I got to the tip then twirling my tongue around it I’d look at you watching me suck you off as I moved my lips back down again…
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From:
9543254
Subject:
You
Date:
October 25, 12:27 a.m.
To:
9565876
Jesus… I want to fuck you so bad right now… I’d grab you under your arms and pull you up to me, kissing you again hard then turn over with you underneath me… pull your leg up, holding it behind your knee then I’d thrust my cock inside you so fucking hard, you’d scream my name as you came again… God, I’d fuck you so fucking hard… driving inside that sweet pussy of yours over and over… turn you on your stomach and fuck you from behind… going so fucking deep making you moan each time I thrust inside you…
Fuck, Six… I’m gonna go fucking jack off in the bathroom now…
I sat there panting wanting him to do everything to me that he’d just said.
Then I realized what I’d done. Crap. There really wasn’t any going back from this now. I mean, how the hell could we just have casual conversations through email any more? Damn it. What was I thinking?
With a shaky hand, I put my phone on my nightstand and tried going to sleep, but the picture of us that Gable had created was too damned hot, so slipping my hand inside my panties, I made myself come, and, believe me, it didn’t take long. As I lay there breathing hard my phone beeped again.
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From:
9543254
Subject:
You
Date:
October 25, 12:40 a.m.
To:
9565876
Six, I have to meet you. The Sig Eps are having their masked Halloween party next Thursday. Can you be there?
xx
Okay, the party could be the perfect opportunity to let him know I was his pen pal. If he got mad when he found out, it’d give him time to get over it by second semester. But what if he wasn’t only mad, he was disappointed? God. That would be devastating.
As I hit “Reply,” I smacked myself in the head knowing I’d dug myself into a deep, deep hole. I so should’ve told him it was me when I found out I was writing to him in the first place.
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From:
9565876
Subject:
You
Date:
October 25, 12:44 a.m.
To:
9543254
Um, maybe. If I can get my roommate to go, I’ll be there.
xo
______________________________________
From:
9543254
Subject:
You
Date:
October 25, 12:46 a.m.
To:
9565876
Good. I need to see you…
xx
~*~*~*~
“Are you free on Halloween?” I asked Amy the next morning.
She glanced up from where she sat at the table, elbow propped on the it and head in her hand as she ate her cereal. She wasn’t a morning person by any means. “Probably.” She yawned. “Why?” she asked, slurping a spoonful of Cheerios into her mouth.
“Pen pal Gable asked me to the Sig Eps’ Halloween party and I told him I’d go if you went with me.” I gave her my winningest smile.
“Pen pal Gable. So
real
Gable still doesn’t know it’s you he’s emailing but you’re going out with him in real life, and now he wants to meet pen pal you. Do I have this right?” The look she shot me unmistakably relayed that she thought I was a moron. I think I heard her mutter that I was so fucked but I didn’t ask her to repeat herself because I knew she was right.
I sat down at the table and sighed. “I know it’s stupid, but I really like him and I think he really likes me and he wants to meet me at this party.”
“
Me
as in pen pal you.”
I nodded. Yep. She was right. This was totally crazy.
“Scout, you know if he doesn’t know it’s you and he finds out it’s you, all hell could break loose, right?”
Amy and I had talked about this several times and true to form, she had the opposite opinion of Bodhi. While he was encouraging saying that Gable wouldn’t be mad, Amy thought he’d be pissed and end it all. She and Bodhi had even had a knock-down-drag-out over it a couple nights before which had made me wholly uncomfortable that their topic of debate had been the direction my relationship status with Gable would take when things finally came to a head. I hadn’t even been able to yell at them to stop because they both had valid points.
“I know.” I looked at her sheepishly as I buttered my bagel. “But look at it this way. Even though I’m pretty sure he knows it’s me, at least it’ll all finally be over and we’ll know who won between you and Bodhi in the great ‘Scout is a dumbass’ debate.”
She sighed as she scooped another spoonful into her mouth. After swallowing, she said, “I just don’t want to see you get hurt. But I’ll go with you to pick up the pieces if it doesn’t pan out. Besides, Chad said something about going.” She shrugged as she focused on eating her cereal. Definitely not a morning person.
I thanked her then went to my room to get dressed for class but I couldn’t even be happy that she’d agreed to go because just talking about it had made my stomach churn.
~*~*~*~
That night Gable and I went on the ghost tour which had been a blast. It’d been more of a historical expedition than a haunted one, but I loved history too, so it was still fascinating to hear the stories.
“I remember being scared shitless when my dad had taken my brothers and me on this when we were little,” he whispered to me as the guide told us about a building that had once been a brothel. “Nice. Haunted whores,” Gable murmured which made me elbow him in the side as I giggled quietly. “Priss, what more could a man want? Faceless chick giving you head for free?”
I elbowed him even harder that time, making him utter an “Oomph!” not bothering to laugh as I remembered our sexy email exchange, not knowing if he was hinting that he knew I was the faceless chick who’d been writing to him about giving him head or if I was just reading more into what he said. God, I’d be so glad when this semester was over and he knew.
After the tour, we stopped at an espresso bar with many of the others that’d been in our group.
“So?” he asked as we walked back to his car, sipping on his drink. I looked up at him in question before taking a drink of my latte. “What’d you think? Were you scared?”
“Only of the company I was keeping,” I said dryly.
He choked out a laugh. “Damn, Scout. That’s harsh.”
Not being able to keep my cynical attitude going, I laughed with him. “Kidding. But, yes, it was fun. I learned more about Seattle than I ever cared to know.”
He laughed again then threw his arm across my shoulders and pulled me to him, his forearm crossing over my throat as he held me close to him as we walked. “Someone’s wanting a spanking,” he mumbled in my ear making me shiver for some damned reason. I knew he felt it when he chuckled into my hair then he kissed the side of my head, then moving his forearm from my throat to where his hand cupped the side of my shoulder, we continued walking to his car, sipping our drinks as we went.
“Thank you for taking me tonight,” I told him when we pulled up to my apartment.
“My pleasure, Priss,” he replied with a sexy smile as he turned off the car. Then he leaned over and kissed me softly, but as with all our kisses, things heated up quickly. He pulled back and unbuckled his seatbelt as I messed with mine until he ended up having to take over. As soon as I was out of it, I launched myself at him practically pushing him back into his door.
Oh, damn. I could kiss this man for days.
He scooted around a bit before pulling me into his lap to where I was then straddling him in his seat, our mouths never leaving each other’s, and when his hands slid under my sweater gliding smoothly across my back where he wrapped one around my waist and the other made its way up and out of the neck where his fingers twisted in my hair, I couldn’t even find it in me to care that he was probably stretching it out. I only knew I wanted him. Oh, God, I wanted him so badly.