I move away from the stairs and pour myself a wine as Gabe and his guest talk. It tastes horrible but I feel a bit shaken after the adrenalin rush. Gabe appears at the top of the stairs with a huge grin on his face, he looks so boyish and happy and hot, and all that pops into my head is ‘Deeelish and mine’.
His smile is infectious and I can’t help but smile expectantly back at him. Behind him appears, quite possibly the most handsome man I have ever seen. The strange thing is that my heart doesn’t leap and nothing below my waist feels the need to clench and squeeze. This man is, quite beautiful, dark olive skin, black hair and the most amazing green eyes, but these are just observations, he has no effect on me whatsoever. There is only one man who has an effect like that on me nowadays and he’s just walked over to my side, put his arm around me, pulled me into him and kissed my hair. Now I’m clenching and squeezing. I unconsciously cross my legs, then uncross them, feeling self-conscious.
“Jake, this is Lauren Day, my, my…The woman I am trying to convince to marry me…Lauren, this is Jake Curtis, my oldest mate.”
I am about to smile and say hi when Jake says, “Stop fucking with me Wilde, who is she really?”
I raise my eyebrows and look at him, then up at Gabe, who’s looking down at me with the sexiest smile on his face and absolute adoration in his eyes. My heart skips a beat, god I love him.
“Dude seriously, you went and fell in love, for real?”
“Hi Jake, I’m Lauren, the woman Gabe thinks he wants to marry,” Jake looks between the both of us.
“Well fuck man, you really did, you fell in love, fuck me. Lauren, nice to meet you.”
He steps forward and gives me a kiss on the cheek as Gabe’s grip tightens around my waist, I don’t need to look, and I know his eyes are burning holes into Jake.
“Chill dude, just saying hello.”
“Hand shake would have sufficed, keep your lips to yourself Curtis.”
Well, well, Gabe has a jealous streak, and I love it.
I hear Jo clear her throat from behind me and suddenly remember my manners, “Jake this is my friend Jo.”
Jo stands from the table and walks towards Jake, looking at him like she wants to eat him. She slowly raises her hand and I’m not sure if it’s to shake his hand or stroke his cock. I look at Jake as he licks his lips and looks at Jo in much the same way, I lean into Gabe as I watch them take each other in from head to toe, I don’t think I have ever witnessed anything so sexual between two people, no talking, no touching just total eye fucking.
“Oh fucking great,” I hear Gabe say beside me, “this can only end one way.”
I look up at him and smile, “Dirty filthy sex?”
“Oh yeah baby, anytime, but not in front of company, let’s wait till they’ve gone.”
He grazes his teeth along my jaw and desire rolls through me from my head to my toes and sets my entire body on fire.
“I didn’t mean us you fiend, I meant these two, that’s where it looks like it will end. Although, if you play your cards right, maybe later?”
I look up as Jo says my name “Sorry, what was that?”
“Jake just said he’s starving, was there much left over from lunch?” From the way Jakes looking at Jo, I doubt that its food he’s hungry for.
“Yep no worries, take a seat Jake I’ll sort you out a plate.”
There’s enough food to make Jake up a full dinner, I reheat it while Gabe gets everyone a drink, and we spend the rest of the evening sitting around the dining table, listening to Jake and Gabe tell stories about their exploits over the years. It turns out Jake is a sport photographer and travels around the world and stays with Gabe whenever he is in Melbourne. I assume Jake will be staying in the guest room downstairs so I nip down and make sure it’s all in order and that there are fresh towels in the bathroom. At around midnight I say goodnight to everyone and take myself off to bed, they are all drinking hard liquor and I’m still suffering from last night’s consumption as well as once again feeling exhausted by events of the previous week.
I wake to the sensation of fingertips stroking so, so gently between my legs. I open my eyes, Gabe is laying on his side, propped on one elbow, his fingers of his free hand working their magic on my clit, he’s barely touching me but it feels amazing. I blink a few times and stretch and smile at him.
“Marry me, please?”
What? Bloody hell.
“Gabe, we’ve been over this”
“Not now, I know you can’t marry me now, but as soon as it’s legally possible, marry me, please.”
“No, I’m sorry, I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you but I don’t want to get married.”
He sighs, shrugs, then leans forward and takes my right nipple in his mouth, sucking with his lips, all the while still working me with his fingers. No arguments, no more mention of marriage, he positions himself on top of me and slides inside slowly, his mouth moving from my nipple as he looks up at me, with those eyes and I get that all too familiar light headed sensation, just from his stare.
“I love you Lauren.”