Chapter 17

WHITLEY

Gabriel and I walk out of the locker room. Every player knows what just happened in there. Each one of them has a twinkle in their eyes and a smirk on their face. Kendrick makes his way through and grabs me in a bear hug.

“Let’s hope it doesn’t smell like sex up in there,” someone mutters.

Everyone laughs.

“I’m not saying it doesn’t, but I will say it was damn good,” I reply.

Everyone is hooting and hollering as they head into the locker room. I hear Kendrick holler at me as Gabriel kisses me goodbye.

“Don’t make plans, sis! We’re going to dinner to celebrate your new job and your new address!”

“Should I call Aubrey?” I ask.

“Naw, I’ll take care of that call!” he shouts.

I look up at Gabriel.

“Guess I need to get home and shower. Sex in the middle of the day is pretty messy.”

“Well, worth it though,” he says. “I’m going to shower here really quick and meet you at home. We’re definitely celebrating tonight. What’s this job?”

“Oh, I forgot to tell you. I was also offered a job here at a smaller publishing firm.”

“You’d rather stay at a smaller firm?” he asks.

“I’d rather stay where I want to be. That’s with you. It’s just a job. Something that can always change. You and I can’t.”

He kisses me hard and pulls me into his arms. As we pull away, he just stands there, staring.

“What are you staring at? Don’t you know it’s not polite to stare?”

“It is when it’s you,” he says. “I’ll see you soon.”

***

We go to one of the most popular restaurants that usually has a waitlist months in advance. Must be nice to be able to just call, say you’re the star quarterback and you need a reservation, then watch as they fall over themselves to comply.

The downside? A lot of times word gets out on who’s coming, and the paparazzi is there waiting. Tonight is no different, and trust me when I say, they have no shame.

“Kendrick! Is this your new flavor of the month?” someone shouts.

“Kendrick! Who is she?”

“Gabriel! Are you and Whitley Barrington a couple now?”

“Gabriel! How long has this been going on?”

“Kendrick! Are you okay with your best friend sleeping with your sister?”

Kendrick stops and turns.

“I don’t usually speak to reporters like this because you guys like to twist my words, but this is enough. You want a scoop. I’ll give you a scoop. This beautiful woman on my arm is my lady. Stay away from her. And my sister is indeed in a relationship with my best friend. There’s nobody better for her than Gabriel Underwood. I trust the man with my own life, and I trust him with hers.”

Kendrick turns and walks into the restaurant. The paparazzi now start hollering, asking about how long Gabriel and I have been together and when we’re getting married. They even have the nerve to ask if I’m pregnant yet. I stiffen at that question, and Gabriel feels it. He just kisses the side of my head and pushes me farther into the restaurant, away from all the paparazzi.

As we sit down at a table in the back, I take a deep breath.

“You okay, Whit?” Kendrick asks.

“Hmm? Yeah, that was just a little harsh.”

“Yeah, they can be,” Gabriel says.

Kendrick grabs my hand and I look up.

“I’m sorry, Whit. I just got so irritated. I shouldn’t have spoken to them.”

“No, Gabriel and I are going to come out. It’s inevitable, and I’m not ashamed. It’s just going to take some getting used to.”

Kendrick looks over at Aubrey, and she seems to take it all in stride.

“I’m from California, girl. This isn’t new to me. I see it all the time. Though I’ve never been in the middle of it. Don’t let it mess up our night. Let’s celebrate!” she says.

Our evening is wonderful. Dinner is great, and we end up at a dance club till late. There is so much laughter that I know I made the right choice. We head back to the house. I notice this time Aubrey comes home with Kendrick. I can’t help but grin and hug her goodnight as I head up the stairs.

I grab my robe from my bedroom and head to Gabriel’s room. He’s already getting undressed as I go into the bathroom and freshen up. I put my silk robe on with nothing underneath. I mean what’s the point? I already want to ride that man hard. I can already feel myself dripping with just the thought of it.

I leave the bathroom and see Gabriel sitting against the headboard with the sheet covering his lower half. As I take my robe off, I can tell by the tent he’s pitching that he’s just as turned on as I am. He wraps his hand around his cock under the sheet and strokes himself as he’s staring at my body. I crawl onto the bed and rip the sheet away.

“There you go again, staring,” I say.

He smiles big and shakes his head. I sit on his lap and kiss his lips. Pulling away, I grab his cock, and he hisses.

“You have any idea how bad I want to ride you right now?” I whisper. Lifting up, I position him at my entrance. I feel his hands grab me hard on my hips.

“Whitley,” he moans.

That’s all he says before I slam down on his cock. I orgasm immediately. That’s never happened before, but I couldn’t help it.

“Fuck, Whit! You’re squeezing the holy hell out of me!”

“Oh god! Yes!”

“That’s it! Take it! Take what you need, baby!”

Gabriel pounds me through my orgasm from below, and I bounce on his lap. As I come down, I drop to his chest.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he whispers. “This sweet pussy is just getting started.”

“I’ll never get enough of your cock, Gabriel.”

“Glad to hear it. Now, give me another one. Ass in the air, baby.”

I get into position, and he slowly slides back into me. I can’t help but moan. I feel him so much more this way. I just wish he would pound me hard. I look back, and I find him looking down at himself and taking it slow.

“Oh my god, Gabriel. You’re driving me insane!”

“I know, baby. I’m watching my cock slide into this sweet-ass pussy. I like seeing it come out drenched in your juices before I slide back in your warm, wet cunt.”

~Aww, shit.~

His dirty mouth alone has me about to explode. I feel it as he slides a finger through my juices and brings it up to my anus. I jump at the feeling.

“Don’t worry. I’ll never hurt you, baby. I just want you to see how good it could feel. One day, this ass will be mine,” he says.

He rubs just around the rim, and I’m a moaning mess. I feel it when that finger slides into my ass just enough to massage the rim, and I can’t take it anymore. Gabriel never speeds up his pace, but dammit, I’m about to fucking explode.

“I feel you tightening up, baby. Squeeze my cock. Milk me good, because this cock is all yours.”

That’s it. I scream into the pillow and cum hard. Gabriel pulls his finger out and leans forward, grabbing my shoulders and pounding hard. He thrusts so hard that the bed is hitting the wall.

He pounds me straight through my second climax. My arms give out, and he pushes the rest of my body flat against the bed. He spreads my legs as far as they’ll go and slides back in. Leaning all the way over me, he licks my ear.

“One more,” he growls.

“I…can’t.”

He thrusts in hard.

“One more, Whit.”

Staying over me, he thrusts deep and hard, never taking long strokes. He’s hitting that spot deep inside me just right. I feel my body gearing up once again.

“You feel so goddamn good, Whit. I could live between these damn legs.”

“Oh fuck.”

“That’s it, Whit.”

I feel him swell and know he’s close as well. His hand slides under me, and as soon as his fingers find my clit, I explode again.

“Gabriel!”

“Aww, shit! Whitley!”

He empties himself deep inside me, and I feel him rest his head between my shoulder blades. His breathing is fast.

“I love you, Whitley.”