Determinism (Cara & Abel's Story) (11 page)

I nod my head and immediately start to touch myself. There is no other man in the world that could get me to do things like this. He moans softly with each thrust as he pulls himself out of me and then glides back in. I move my fingers quickly and have to force myself to stop, as I’m about to come. I grip his forearms and look down at our bodies as they move together.

We are both looking down at my pink, swollen pussy as I devour him. Watching us is too much, and I can’t stop the waves of pleasure as they take over my body. I moan in elation letting go. Abel picks up speed, moving his hard cock with precision and throws his head back as he comes. I’m still bracing his forearms as I watch him pump himself inside of me. The veins in his neck are straining and every muscle in his body is flexing. Slowing his movements, he leans down, lying on top of me.

Gently, I trace his back with my fingers, feeling his warm breath on my skin. I love how our bodies react and work together. He gently nuzzles my neck like he can’t get close enough, and we both drift off to sleep.

“Baby, will you please stop so I can cook breakfast?” I can barely get the words out. Abel currently has me pinned against the refrigerator.

“I told you I don’t want food, kitten.”

I laugh at him and quickly stop when his strong hand firmly grips my ass. He kisses my neck and is interrupted by a knock on the front door.
Thankfully, because I’m starving.
He swats my bare ass, and walks to the front door. I go back to the fridge, this time opening it and removing the eggs. As soon as the door opens I hear a familiar voice and freeze. I look to my left and standing there are Alexa and Vincent. I’m scared shitless to be standing before them in just Abel’s t-shirt.

Looking into Alexa’s eyes, I can see she is pissed. “You have got to be kidding me,” she snaps.

Before I can say anything she turns on her heel and walks out. I rush to the door and yell out after her, “Wait, Lex! Just let us explain.”

She throws her hands up in the air and is out of sight as she rounds the corner. As horrible as I feel, I can’t run after her in just a t-shirt. I turn around to see the guys both talking in low tones. As they see me, I say, “Vince, I’m sorry we haven’t told you guys. I planned on it at dinner tomorrow night.”

He looks at me like an older brother would. “Don’t be sorry. I can’t say I’m surprised. I saw this coming and I’m sure Alexa did too. She’s probably just upset she didn’t know. I’ll talk to her. Let’s still plan on dinner so you two can talk, and so I can grill this douchebag and make sure he’s good enough for you.”

Abel punches his arm saying, “Hey, whose side are you on?”

“I’m sorry, bro, but Cara’s like a sister to me. And your track record with women is less than stellar. I know you’ve wanted things to work out with her for a while, but I have concerns, that’s all.”

“Fine. You can grill me all you want. I’m not going to hurt her.”

“Good,” Vincent says pulling us both into a hug. As he kisses the top of my head, I look at Abel and he winks at me. “Why don’t you guys come to our house tomorrow at six?”

I nod my head and Vincent leaves. I immediately look at Abel as he closes the door. He can read the anxiety on my face and wraps me in his warm arms. I hug him back and nestle my cheek on his chest.

“Abel, maybe us doing this is a bad idea.”

He pulls away from me and grabs my face. “This is not a bad idea. Don’t say that.”

I nod my head and walk away. I need to take a few moments to myself. Escaping to the balcony is the only place I can go. I know I want to be with Abel, but my own insecurities are now creeping in, seeing Alexa react the way she did.

Fuck, why did I lie to her?

She’s my closest friend besides my sister, and I should’ve been honest with her from the beginning. Instead I’ve been lying to her for months about my feelings. I told her I wasn’t
interested in being with Abel, when all along I was wrestling with the fact that I
did
want him. He is all I thought about for months and completely consumed my mind. I knew being with him came with a risk and I fought it hard. I’ve done this so many times, allowing guys to get in the way of my logical thinking. I was so swept up in him and what we have to even care about how my actions might affect those closest to me.

Before I can mind fuck myself any longer, Abel is behind me. He wraps his arms around my body and holds me tightly. He gently kisses behind my ear and turns me around to face him. When he looks into my red eyes he shakes his head and says, “Don’t cry, kitten. I get that you’re upset, but Alexa will get over this. Whatever you do, please don’t question what’s going on between us. I know for me, I’ve never felt anything more right.” He wipes a tear off of my cheek with his thumb. I rarely cry, and when I do it’s always alone, but Alexa is just so important to me that I can’t keep my emotions in check. My stomach is clenched in a ball of knots and I just want to make things right with her.

“Trust me, Abel, when I look at you, I don’t question what we have at all. But seeing Alexa react the way she did absolutely kills me. Not only did she not know about us at all, but I outright lied to her. I told her I had to work today when she called me last night.”

“Just give her a little space. I’m sure she’s not mad to know we’re dating, more so the fact you lied to her. Put yourself in her shoes.”

“I hope she’ll be happy for us. But deep down I’m worried that she is going to be a hard ass on us. I acted that way with her and Vincent. Things between the three of us were awkward for a while.”

“Would you feel better if you called her? You can’t start stressing about things you don’t know yet.”

Nodding my head at him, Abel goes inside to grab my phone. He’s right — I need to talk to her before I start overreacting. He comes outside and hands me my phone. Immediately I call her, and it rings once and goes to voicemail. I can tell she purposely declined my call.

Once Abel goes back inside, I dial again. I feel desperate about making things right with her. This time it rings half a ring and goes straight to voicemail. Walking over to the couch, I feel defeated as I curl up into the soft fabric. I close my eyes and sulk, unable to enjoy the beautiful city view.

Abel comes outside, pulling my mind away from the guilt that is eating me up. He has two cups of coffee in his hands and looks hot as hell.

Handing me the coffee, he says, “I was going to make breakfast, but I wanted to make you feel better, not worse.”

“You don’t need to cook. I’ve lost my appetite anyways,” I say, taking a long sip of the hot deliciousness he just handed me.

“Can we do something today to keep your mind off of Alexa?”

“It depends what you have in mind,” I say with a serious expression.

“Do you trust me?”

“Of course I trust you. But that doesn’t answer my question.”

“I didn’t answer your question on purpose. I want you to focus on the element of surprise. Can you do that?” he says, sweeping my hair off of my shoulder and kissing my neck.

I nod my head and a small moan escapes my throat.

“Don’t start with that, kitten, or we’ll never get out of here and to your surprise.”

I smile at him and move to straddle his lap. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I feel that familiar ache between my legs. Leaning down, I kiss him and he doesn’t hesitate a second kissing me back. I open my mouth and his tongue invades, exploring and teasing, making me want him even more. When I moan again, Abel stands. I keep my grip tight on his neck and lock my feet behind his back. He doesn’t stop kissing me as he walks into the house with a clear purpose. His hands clench my thighs and dig into my skin.

When we enter his bedroom, I unhook my legs and stand before him on my own two feet. Slowly, Abel stops kissing me and looks into my eyes. Resting his forehead on mine he asks, “Do you want your surprise or not?”

I playfully slap his arm. “Of course I want my surprise.”

“Well, you’re making it really hard for me to think of anything else besides your wet, little cunt.”

“She’ll be with you all day and can wait for you tonight, or you can please her now. She’s throbbing for you, if you want her.”

“Trust me, Cara, I want her,” he says.

Tilting my head to the side, I wrap my hands around his neck and tug him to me. Not wasting a moment, he kisses me back as we fall on the bed and I bind my legs around him again. His dick is pulsating, hard, and ready for me. Hovering his body over mine, he rests the head of his cock against me.

Moving one of my hands, I trace up and down his back. Slowly moving, he grinds himself against me. Jesus, I’m wet and the slickness allows him to glide up and down. He continues to do this until he spreads my legs wide and slides inside of me, inch by inch, looking in my eyes. Grabbing both of my hands, he pins them above my head and begins to move. My mouth goes into a frenzy leaving kisses all over him. Every bit of his skin I can touch, I kiss. Keeping his movements slow and steady, he works us both. Yes, he might have my hands pinned with his, but this is what I like. I love to submit to him and let him do with me as he pleases.

I flex my pussy and he moans loudly, slowing down. Taking his free hand he traces my lips with one of his fingers and says, “Don’t do that, or I’ll come.”

Breathlessly I say, “I want you to come.”

“I know. So do I, but not yet.”

Releasing the grip I have on his cock, he begins to move again, finally letting go of my hands. He grabs my breasts as they move with us. My pink nipples are hard, and when he flicks his tongue over one, my entire breast tightens.

“Please, make us come,” I whisper.

Experiencing the pleasure he pulls out of my body to the fullest, I tighten my core again and it pushes him over the edge. Grunting, he pulls almost all his length out of me and moves back in, repeating this over and over as he releases, coming inside of me. His movements hit the right spot for me as I dig my fingernails into his skin and cry out his name.

Watching us come together like this has to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Looking at me through heavy lids, he rolls off of me and I hop up.

“Fuck, that was good. But now we have to hurry, so get dressed,” he says and slaps my ass.

I squeal and do as I’m told. As I dress, I can’t keep my eyes off of him, although my mind is still elsewhere. I watch intently as he puts on a pair of dark jeans with a black v-neck t-shirt and black tennis shoes. Finally I stop staring and go outside to grab my phone and bring our coffee cups in. As I pour them into to-go mugs, I’m startled as my phone buzzes. When I look at it, it’s my sister texting me.

Don’t forget about nana’s birthday next month. Have you decided if you’re going to drive or fly?

I won’t forget and I haven’t decided what I want to do. I’ll let you know.

Okay, let me know. Love you.

“Who’s that?” Abel says, grabbing two bottles of water from the fridge.

“It’s my sister. Next month is my grandma’s birthday. So I have to go home and she asked if I was going to drive or fly.”

“Have you decided?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t thought a lot about it.”

“Well, if you need help deciding I’m here for you. Are you ready to get going?”

I nod my head and we leave the loft. Now on top of worrying about Alexa, I can’t help but think about my impending trip back home. My father passed away during my senior year of college in a plane crash. It was always a dream of his to fly his own plane, and he was actually learning to become a pilot when it happened. I haven’t flown since then. I always drive when I go home to Arizona, even though it’s a brutal twelve hours by myself.

When the elevator opens, Abel moves quickly to his truck, helping me in and handing me the waters. As he walks around to climb into his side of the huge Ford Raptor, I rest my head against the leather headrest.

“I can tell you’re still stressing.”

I roll my head to the side and look at his stunning profile as he backs the truck out. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to be stressed today, but I can’t help it.”

“Is it just Alexa?”

“That and now the trip next month.”

He rests his hand on my knee and pulls onto the highway. “Alexa will get over this; just give her a little bit of time. Why are you stressed about next month?”

“I don’t want to bother you with my issues. I’ll figure it out.”

“You’re not bothering me. I asked because I want to know. Tell me.”

“My dad passed away in a plane crash a few years back and I haven’t been able to bring myself to fly since then. Now when I go home I drive, but it’s twelve hours and sucks by myself.”

Abel doesn’t say anything to my statement and I can tell that he is processing what I just told him. “I’m sorry, kitten. I knew he had passed, I just didn’t know how. When exactly are you going?”

“It’s okay. I’ll be gone Memorial Day weekend.”

“Would it help if I went with you?”

I never thought to ask him to come with me or imagined that he would want to. “Would you want to?”

“I’m asking, aren’t I?”

“Yeah, it would help. But I don’t want you to have to spend the weekend away from home, and umm, my mom … well, she’s a little over the top.”