Chapter 19

GABRIEL

I’ve got that feeling where I just know something is going to go wrong, but I can’t do anything to stop it. Kendrick was right though. Whitley needs to hurry up and make California her permanent home.

I look over at Kendrick as we land and see the same stressed look on his face that I have. His jaw is tight, and I’m sure he’s thinking the same thing. The sooner we get her out of here the better.

“Wow. You would think seeing this place again would at least bring a sense of nostalgia,” Whitley says.

“Does it not?” Aubrey asks. “Do you feel anything coming back?”

Whitley shakes her head, looking out the window.

“No.”

Such a simple answer, but one that has me breathing a sigh of relief.

“Then maybe this wasn’t your home to begin with. You just didn’t know it yet,” Aubrey says.

Whitley looks over at Aubrey and then at me.

“I know where my home is, and it’s not here,” she says.

I lean over and softly kiss her lips. I can’t wait to make this woman mine forever. My house is almost done, and I hope she’ll move in with me. Some people may think we’re moving too fast, but when you’ve known each other as long as we have, it isn’t fast enough.

“You ready, love?” I ask.

“Ready as I’ll ever be. I thought this was my home, but I realize I don’t want to be here anymore. Now, I don’t even want to get off the plane.”

Kendrick looks over.

“We can always buy you new things. Let what you have go, Whit. I’ll have us on the next flight out.”

She laughs.

“There are some things I want, like my degree, pictures, clothes, and stuff like that.”

“Let’s get a move on then,” Kendrick says.

***

Whitley has a one-bedroom apartment. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a large apartment considering we’re in New York. So, Whitley and I take her room, and Kendrick and Aubrey will take the Murphy bed. They’re lucky she even has one.

It’s actually pretty comfortable. I slept on it many times after her attack. Kendrick and I would take turns staying here and protecting her until Brittany Riddell was put away.

“Wow, this apartment is great! Didn’t realize you could find something like this in New York. I was expecting a matchbox,” Audrey says as we walk in the door.

Whit chuckles.

“Yeah, I lucked up. An older couple owned the building when I rented the apartment. They retired, and their son took over. But they put it in the lease that my rent would never change, and I would never be asked to leave. You gotta love rent control.”

“Yeah, you got real lucky,” Aubrey says.

“They helped me out a lot after my attack, and I’d help them with a lot of things. I feel sorry for the next set of fools though. The rent has tripled,” Whit says.

“Attack?” Aubrey asks.

“Long story. I’ll let Kendrick tell you that one.”

We had stopped by an office supply store on our way to the apartment and grabbed a ton of boxes, bubble wrap, and tape.

“Let’s order a shitload of pizza and Chinese,” I say, looking around. “Make this a packing party. Where do you want to start, baby?”

“Anywhere is fine,” Whit says. “Just make sure you order the noodles and pizza without olives.”

Her smile is radiant as she heads to the kitchen and pulls out some disposable plates and cups. Then she starts to box things up while I get on the phone with the pizza place we always ordered from when I stayed here. I hear Kendrick on his phone with the Chinese place down the street.

***

Before midnight, we have the kitchen and most of the living room packed. As we lie down for the night, I notice Whitley has pajamas on. Of course, I always sleep naked.

“Baby, is there a reason you have clothes on?” I ask.

“Well, considering my brother and his girlfriend are in the other room, I just thought it would be best.”

“You have a door for a reason. I need you naked.”

“You need me naked?”

“Yes.”

I just lie there, staring at her. My cock is so hard already, and I need her bad. She finally laughs, chucks her clothes on the floor by the bed and lies back down. I’m hovering over her in no time, taking those sweet lips I can’t get enough of. I swallow a moan that comes from the back of her throat and start licking my way down her body.

“Oh god, Gabriel.”

“Shh! You don’t want to traumatize your brother, do you?”

“Then quit driving me crazy,” she whispers.

“Can’t. All I have to do is look at you, and I’m hard as fuck. It’s you who’s driving me crazy.” By now, I’ve made it down to where I crave. I love tasting her and could do this all damn night. I reach up, grabbing my pillow and throwing it at her head. “Use this to muffle your screams.”

I dive, face first, into her dripping wet pussy. I eat like a starving dog, enjoying every second. She’s close to her second climax as I’m tongue fucking her. Damn, she tastes just as sweet as Georgia peaches. One last flick of my tongue over her swollen nub has her body jumping.

“No more,” she moans.

I make my way up her body and take her lips, knowing her juices are still all over my face. It turns me on even more that it doesn’t seem to bother her in the least. She slides her fingers through my hair and pulls, trying her best to get me closer.

My favorite part is sliding into her slick, wet heat. It’s like her pussy is sucking me in. It’s absolutely made for me. I can’t help but groan when she arches her back as my cock slides all the way in.

“Gabriel, yes!”

“Damn, you feel so good, baby.”

Her hands reach for me and slide down my skin. They make chill bumps erupt all over me. Every time we come together, I swear it feels like the first damn time, and I can’t get enough.

I slide in and out of her precious pussy, and her hands make their way to my ass and squeeze. I groan into her neck and suck hard. I’m pretty sure there’s going to be a mark there tomorrow.

“Gabriel! Oh god! I’m close, baby!”

I lift one of her legs and pull it up over my shoulder. I can thrust deeper inside her this way. I feel myself swell and tingles go down my spine. I know I’m not far from exploding myself. Leaning down, I lick her ear.

“Cum for me, Whitley. I want to feel you cum all over my cock,” I whisper.

She loves dirty talk and cums immediately. I lock down on her lips and take her screams as she locks down on my cock. She is squeezing me so tight that it only takes me a couple more thrusts before I release my load deep within the pussy I love so much.

Still seated in her and semi-hard, I stare at the beauty below me. I’ve waited a long time to be as happy as I am now, and I’d never do anything to mess this up. I thank god for this precious angel and pray that our lives together are long and happy.

“What are you staring at? Don’t you know it isn’t polite to stare?” Whitley asks.

“The love of my life,” I reply, leaning down to kiss her again.