Old Lady (2 page)

“I love you all that much and more.” He rubbed his nose with hers. “But I suppose the cake could have been better.”

“You can take it to feed to the fish tomorrow.”

He tucked away a lock of her hair behind her ear. The brief contact was enough to make her sizzle. The slow burn of desire skidded up her skin. “Actually, I think it might be better to stick around. We could take a walk down the harbor in the evening. Fishing doesn’t sound that exciting anymore and knowing Miles, he is going to bore me with his stories.”

Since Miles was far from boring, Gabby caught on quickly. She knew what he was doing. He didn’t want to leave her alone the whole day. She didn’t relish the idea of sitting in a boat all day long, but Gabby was game for it if was something he desired. As long as she was with him, nothing else mattered. 

“In fact, I was thinking that it might be a good idea to go for a sail. I’ll take along a book to read while you guys fish. And it would be nice to get some fresh air,” she said.

“But…”

She put a finger on her lips. Could she get any luckier? He would change his plans in a heartbeat to suit her so why couldn’t she do the same? “No buts. We’re doing it.”

He kissed her, slow and soft. Desire undulated in gentle waves. Putting her arms around his beck, she deepened the kiss. It felt good to have their tongues entangled in an exotic, erotic dance that made all other thoughts fled from her mind. As their lips fused together, only one thought remained and that was the idea that she couldn’t have found a better man. All she wanted was to spend her life with him, and for that, she was willing to pay any price.

CHAPTER TWO

The boat ride was a disaster. Not a single fish was caught. Nick blamed it on Miles’s constant chatter that kept the prey at bay. Disgruntled, he dismounted from the boat and took out his gear.

“It was a pleasure, man.” Miles shook hands with him, a beaming smile fixed on his face. “Gabby, next time you need to try.”

“Yeah, maybe, you could catch a fish,” muttered Nick as he turned away.

Gabby pinched his arm as she exchanged a conversation with Miles. After securing the boat, they headed back towards Miles’s gallery that boasted many of his paintings. He was a renowned painter and was known far and wide for his talent, but it was now obvious that he didn’t have the skills to catch fish. Still, she was quite fond of the man who had been trying to convince her for weeks to sit for a painting with him.

“You’re my muse,” he insisted as they walked back, empty-handed.

“I don’t know if I would be comfortable sitting for so long and I just don’t have that much time also.”

He clapped his hand on Nick’s shoulder. “I’m sure he can stay without you for a couple of hours each day.”

She frowned. “That’s way too long. I’ve got my studies and work at the clubhouse.”

“How about if we sit twice a week for two hours? That would suit you?”

Fond as she was of Miles, she didn’t like being cornered. “Let me think about it.”

“I’ll get you one of these days,” he promised. When they reached his gallery, he waved his hand and sauntered off.

“I’m going to kill that guy,” muttered Nick as he grabbed her hand and marched her along. “Ruined the whole day with his nonstop talking. I should’ve put a masking tape on his mouth.”

A giggle escaped her lips. “You can’t possibly be that rude, and it wasn’t really his fault. It was just a bad day.”

“The fish could probably hear him from a mile off,” he grumbled. “I’m never going with him again. The man all but single-handedly destroying any prospect of catching fish, and the ones that we did catch were so small that we had to throw them back in. Why did he even bother to tell us to join him for fishing if all he wanted to do was talk?”

She rubbed her hand over his back, a little amused at his consternation. Men seemed to take fishing a bit too seriously. As far as she was concerned, it was a perfectly pleasant day. They had a lovely time together, shared a wonderful picnic lunch, and enjoyed the brisk breeze. Of course, it would have been nice if they had actually caught something, but that didn’t sting her as much as it hurt Nick who appeared to take it as a personal affront.

“He is lonely and wants to have friends.” Gabby could see into a person’s heart far more clearly than Nick. The hardships she faced during her childhood and well into her adulthood made her more sympathetic and attuned to judging others.

“Of course, he has friends.”

“Hardly,” she said. “The people he hangs out with are all artist types and he likes them, but they are not his buddies. Maybe we should invite him over for dinner one day.”

He shrugged. “Alright, if that’s what you want. He is harmless enough.”

The normalcy of her conversation with Nick, the sheer joy of doing something as ordinary as being able to invite a friend over for dinner, overwhelmed Gabby at the oddest of times. She just couldn’t get over the freedom she enjoyed and the simple life that she lived. For years, she believed that she didn’t deserve it, that she would never have it, and now it was a gift that she cherished with all her heart. When they reached the door of their house, Nick opened the door and they strode in.

Home sweet home.

This was also another long cherished dream that somehow came true. During her years of enslavement, she never dared to imagine that one day she would share a house with another person. Whenever she entered this place, Gabby was filled with a sense of happiness that lifted her spirit. If she ever had to leave this life and Nick, she would be devastated.

The thought was enough to make her tremble, but she pushed it away. Gabby was determined to live in the moment. Nothing else mattered except her happiness with Nick, and she wouldn’t let her doubts ruin it.

After stowing the gear in his shed outside, Nick came back in. She was fiddling with the pots and pans in the kitchen. “I’d planned to cook the fish, but since we don’t have any, I’m going to make chicken.” She ignored his groan as he sauntered forward. “And maybe we could have pecan pie with it.”

Encircling her waist with his arms, he nuzzled against her neck. She bathed in the glory of his love. It felt wonderful. It felt divine. When she turned in his arms, and their lips fused together, her fingers speared through his silky hair. This felt good. Their tongues twisted in an erotic dance that lasted for a long time. She tasted the recesses of his mouth as if she explored them for the first time. Passion stirred in her nerves.

He raised his head and glanced at her. His green eyes glittered like jewels. “Bedroom first.”

She laughed. “And who is going to cook?”

He swept her off her feet and strode towards the bedroom. “We’ll order in.”

Even after all this time, their passion for each other hadn’t dimmed. It felt glorious to be so wanted, so needed. What else could she ask for? Gabby put her arms around his neck as he marched on. He playfully tossed her onto the bed.  As he stood staring at her, sweat dampened her palms as she tried to fight the desire that undulated inside her body. After all this time, the need should’ve dulled, but instead each time, she felt it was stronger than ever before.

Passion, untamed and powerful, coiled in his eyes. She remained rooted to her bed as he yanked off his shirt and threw it on the floor. She’d seen the sight many times, but it never failed to elicit a response. The hard muscles on his chest rippled, and she longed to run her hands over his sleek, sexy body. Lust, wild and explosive, careened through her veins as she drank in the sight of his gorgeous body.

Her arousal was instantaneous. Moisture leaked down her thighs as her pussy, warm and soft, opened like a flower in anticipation of what was to come. Through the thin material of her shirt, she felt her nipples stiffen. They ached for his touch. It was almost as if she’d never had him. This was just like the first time they made love. The desire, the need, and the yearning were all the same. Her gaze remained fixed on his as she took off her shirt and threw it as his feet. He unbuttoned his trousers and allowed them to drop on the rug along with his boxers. Gabby’s tongue darted out to moisten her lips as she enjoyed the view with an unabashed enthusiasm. His face was beautiful but so was his body. Her gaze feasted on the muscles that rippled on his chest and on his stomach and then traveled to his cock that stood proud and hard, a testament to his burning need.

When he strode forward, she didn’t have the energy to shift away. Instead, she lay down on the bed and waited for him to join. She longed to feel his skin scrape over his, and to have his arms encircle her waist, and his hard angles press against her soft curves. When he joined her on the bed, his gaze took in her flushed face and her breasts that heaved with each breath. His mouth descended on a swollen nipple and took it in his mouth. A moan of pleasure escaped her lips as she arched her body, overwhelmed with the sea of sensations that undulated inside her. His tongue flicked and swirled over her engorged nipple, and Gabby buckled under the sweet assault. It felt as if her whole body was on fire. She writhed under him as he shifted from one breast to another, his attention fixed and focused on her twin mounds. His tongue invoked a burning need to have him pound into her with each stroke.

But he appeared determined to take his time.

Everything Nick did was deliberate and powerful. He didn’t believe in half-measures. Knowing that she was in for a long, hard ride, Gabby trailed a line down his torso until she found his throbbing shaft. Her fingers curled around it and experimentally, she pumped. The result of it was that he doubled his efforts on her breasts. His tongue stroked and fondled, caressed and rubbed, until she was a twisting, squirming mass of frayed nerves. Her hand slipped off his cock and she clenched the sheets in a bid to control her movements, but it was of no avail.

His fingers glided down her taut, hard stomach while his lips remained fused on her nipple. When he parted the curls that guarded her velvety, moist center, her legs shifted to grant him better access. She clutched his shoulders as he inserted one finger inside the lips of her pussy. Lust enveloped her mind and all sane thoughts escaped. He stroked in and out and she thrust her hips forward in an unconscious gesture to find blessed release. For a long time, he continued to pleasure her, and each gentle stroke brought her closer and closer to the steep cliff that waited for her to slip down. Gabby wanted to wait for him to join her, but the thirst for release was so great, so terrible, that she couldn’t pause to think. When his thumb pressed down on her clit, the orgasm that rippled through her was unrelenting.

A loud scream burst out of her mouth as her body jerked. He removed his finger and waited for her to bring her shuddering muscles back in control. It took a while for her to pull herself together. His leg covered hers as he kissed her. While the first kiss was slow and gentle, this one was a crescendo of sensations. Their tongues danced in a vicious, desperate dance that invoked the fire within her once more. Desire began to glide in her veins. She ran her hands over the smooth skin of his back, enjoying the way his ripples under her fingers. When their mouth parted, she nibbled her way down the smooth column of his throat to the place where a pulse beat with a frantic urgency.

Suddenly, Gabby pulled away.

She wanted more.

As he moaned in protest, she glided down his body until she found his quivering cock. Gabby inhaled deeply to take in the musky scent of his arousal. When he parted his legs, she rubbed her tongue over his balls and felt them tremble. She licked the tip of his penis and felt him shudder. For a while, she enjoyed making him quiver under her as she ran her tongue all over his organ. Opening her mouth, she took the shaft deep inside. It felt good to feel him throb deep inside her throat.

She rubbed and fondled his cock, stroking in and out, feeling the pressure build inside him. It felt good to hold the reins of control even if it was for a little while. But just as she thought he was about to come, he pulled his penis out.

“No!” she groaned.

“There is more, babe,” he muttered.

Quickly, he turned her around and straddled her. As he positioned his cock over her wet pussy, she sucked in a deep breath of air. Once more, a yearning built in her gut. She craved the release that would free her from this exquisite torture. As she thrust up her hips to receive him, he cleaved right through her. In an instant, they were joined in the most intimate manner possible. He rammed into her with force and his pelvic bone ground into hers. She relished each thrust and stroke as he brought her closer and closer to the end.

She wrapped her legs around his hips and made him a prisoner of her own desire. Her hands clenched on his shoulders. On some level she was aware that moans and groans escaped her lips as she matched his rhythm, but Gabby couldn’t stop the flow of noises that came out of her mouth. She was too far gone to care.

Every nerve and vein in her body was a mass of raw sensations. It was impossible to think. All she needed was freedom from this desperate, racing need that ate her alive. As he pounded into her over and over again, fountain of passion and wild need rippled and coiled through her body. They rocked in unison as her hips moved in a piston-like movement to match his speed.

Perhaps she had died and gone to heaven and this was her reward. Whatever it was, she wanted this to go on forever – and yet she wanted it to end soon.

When the release sizzled through her veins, she cried out from the sheer pleasure of it. Her toes curled and her legs shuddered and trembled. As if he’d been waiting for this moment, he spilled his seed inside her and for a long time, they lay still, quiet and happy.

If there was a heaven on earth, she’d found it.

Gabby didn’t want anything in her life to be different. All the heartache that she suffered and every pain that she endured led her to this magnificent man and to this beautiful moment. She didn’t want anything else. All her wishes were fulfilled. If she died now, she would drift into happy oblivion.