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It doesn’t take long for us to get home and I’m jogging up the front steps and bursting in the door. I stand for a second to listen, trying to see if Abel might be in the kitchen. I don’t hear him, Janet, or Adam. I take the stairs two at a time, hoping he’s in his room or mine, seeing as a bed will be extra comfortable, but nope. Both are empty. Smiling, I walk down the opposite wing until I see the light on in the library. Opening the door, I see Abel curled up with a book in his hand, cheeks still pink from before I left. When his eyes meet mine, he drops the book unceremoniously and walks purposefully to me. I meet him halfway and lift him off his feet. He wraps his legs around me and I crush my lips to his. Our kiss is frenzied and uncoordinated, more tongue and teeth than finesse. I back him against the wall and hold him there, my hand going under him to his ass, rubbing against the plug. Abel moans in my mouth, grinding his ass down on my hand and pulling me closer to deepen the kiss.
Letting him down, I turn him around and yank his pants and underwear down. Abel quickly steps out of them and bends at the waist. I gently, but forcefully, pull on the plug until it comes free, hearing Abel’s short bursts of breath. He turns around and I surge up, hoisting him up again, pressing his back against the wall, kissing him with abandon. Holding him with one hand, I work my zipper down and pull my cock out. It’s difficult to find the small bottle of lube I stashed in my pocket while devouring his mouth, but I get it out and awkwardly drizzle some on my dick, though I’m sure most gets on the floor under me.
Once I’m slicked, I line up with his hole and shove in on one long thrust. Snatching my lips away, we both groan, Abel’s arms around my neck, head back … eyes closed. “Look at me,” I growl when I’m balls deep in him. Abel’s eyes snap open on a gasp and I stare into those blue-green eyes, seeing them well with tears, but I don’t think they’re from pain.
In unhurried strokes, I fuck into him, moving him down on my dick while I roll my hips into him. Abel reaches up to rest a hand on my cheek, right over my scars, and moans softly. His eyes are wide with surprise, then they darken with pleasure as I maintain eye contact.
Abel isn’t Chase. He would never make me feel less than because of my scars. He would never intentionally hurt me because of them, either. Abel has told me since the beginning that he likes how I look. It’s up to me to try to move past my insecurities and give him this piece of me.
Gazing into his eyes, I realize it’sthis. This is what I want. For today, for tomorrow, for always. I want to be so gone on Abel that I can’t stand not being inside him. I want to come home to see him comfortably laying on a couch, reading a book and wrapped tightly in one of my blankets. I want to feel his body against mine, and not just for sex. Just for him to touch me.
I want Abel. That’s the easy and complicated answer to what I’m feeling. I want him to be mine forever. I want these nights of untamed lust and the lazy nights where all we do is cuddle and read. I want the fights where Abel drives me crazy and the days where his wisdom makes him seem older than his years. I want the date nights and the nights he puts me in the doghouse for saying some shit I probably shouldn’t to him. I want it all from him. God, I hope he gives it to me.
Picking up my pace, I break eye contact to nip his shoulder and bury my head into his neck. I lap at his throat, making him moan loudly and chant my name repeatedly. “I’m almost there, baby. I’m so close,” I breathe into his throat, my orgasm rising rapidly. Abel snakes a hand between us and grips his dick, stroking it furiously.
“Me too,” he grunts out. “Oh, God, Sav. Sav …Sav.” I feel his hot release on my chest after it soaks through my shirt. It only takes five more quick thrusts for me to release inside of him—his hot, tight ass squeezing me, pulling my come from my balls.
Panting, I pull away from his neck and move his curls from his face so I can see his eyes. They’re brimming with tears, but he still doesn’t look sad. Smiling at me, he says, “Baby, that was … I can’t … thank you,” Abel finally manages to get out and wraps his arms around my neck, pulling me in for a hug.
What I gave him isn’t much, but it’s something I’ve been thinking about for the past few weeks. It’s enough to show him I’m trying and that I know he’s not Chase.
It’s not until I walk with Abel to the couch, my cock still inside him, that I realize how slick he feels on my bare cock, making me realize I didn’t wear a condom. Cursing myself, I sit down and pull him back so I can look at him. “Baby, I forgot a condom. I’m so sorry.”
Abel shakes his head and smiles at me. “I know you got tested and you’re negative, Sav. You showed me the results, remember?” I got tested last month just in case Abel wanted to be with me with nothing between us. It wasn’t something we talked about more than a handful of times, and I wish we had the conversation more. But I was so out of my mind, I had to have him when I saw how comfortable and fucking beautiful he looked wrapped in my blanket in my favorite place.
Sighing, I pull him closer to me, laying his head on my chest. “I remember. I should have asked, though. I shouldn’t have just … mauled you like that.”
His burst of laughter makes my chest feel all weird and funny and I find myself smiling, even though I don’t know why he’s laughing. “Baby, I think I did the mauling. Only it didn’t look so intimidating since you’re a fucking giant.”
I laugh now. “I’m only a giant to you. But I like you tiny. Makes it easier to pick you up and fuck you against a wall.”
I feel Abel shake his head against my shoulder and hug him to me. We sit in silence for a few minutes until Abel squirms, my half hard dick still inside him. “I’m sticky, baby. And your shirt is wet. Shower?” Nodding, I gingerly pull my cock out of him and he stands quickly. “Ugh. Your come is sliding down my leg.”
Turning him around, I see that, yes, it’s leaking out of him. I rub it into his skin, kissing an ass cheek, then giving it a gentle nip. “Mine,” I whisper against his skin. He turns around to look at me, running his hands through my hair with a soft smile. I’m sure he heard me but fuck it. Heismine. Even if for a short period. Even if he doesn’t come with me, he will always be mine. Even if he doesn’t know that.
Chapter Sixteen
Savage
Graduationday.AndAbellooks amazing. He wears a maroon pleated shirt that has a big bow tied at the neck, black skinny pants similar to the pants he wore on our date and the black strappy heels that I love. His makeup is light, and his curls are artfully disheveled, a halo around his face. From where I’m sitting, I see him talking to a handsome man who I assume is Damon, his friend he’s told me about a few times. They’re talking and joking and it makes me happy that he has a friend. If we weren’t here, at least he would have one person here that loves him.
The program before the graduates’ names are called is long and I really don’t want to listen to anymore speeches. Quin glances over at me with a droll look, making me smirk. Michael has texted me and let me know that he and my surprise are outside. He wanted to come in and see Abel walk as well, but he had to stay behind to make sure none of my enemies show up and with the surprise. As soon as I text him, he’ll join us with it. I can’t wait to see the look on Abel’s face.
Finally, the names of graduates are called and since Abel is near the end of the alphabet, we have a while to wait before his name is called. Taking out my phone, I snap a photo of him when his row stands. I send it to him, wanting him to know I’m here before he gets on stage. I watch him pull his phone out, then look around frantically. He doesn’t see me, but I see the smile stretched across his face.
He shows the pictures to his friend, and he acts all giddy with him. It makes me smile, something I’ve been doing a lot of lately. While I’m watching Abel, Quin is making sure no one is watching me. So far, so good. I’m taking a chance being here, but I don’t mind. We’ll be done with his town and Abel will be safe for as long as I can keep him that way.
After another minute, I hear, “Abel Reynolds,” and he fucking struts across that stage, making it his runway. I hear a few whistles from the crowd and he waves like he’s just won the Miss America pageant. Quin and I exchange a look, with him stifling a laugh.
From there, the graduation doesn’t take long to wrap up and I move to the back of the auditorium where it was held. Quin is tight to my back and I pull out my phone to text Michael. Shortly after, he walks in with a medium-sized cardboard box that’s slightly opened at the top. We stand silently, with them bracketing me, waiting for the grads to come out and greet any family they don’t see inside.
It doesn’t take long for Abel to burst from the doors, looking left and right. When he sees us standing there, he squeals and runs to me—a feat in those heels—and jumps into my arms. I laugh, stumbling back and holding him tight to me. We get some stares, most of them looking away quickly when they see my scars but for once, I don’t care. Abel is in my arms and he’s happy. Nothing else matters.
When I put him down on his feet, he quickly wipes the tears that escaped and smiles up at me. “You’re here.” He positively beams and my damn heart feels like it’s going to burst from my chest.This is what love feels like. Has to be. It has to be the reason I’m throwing caution to the wind and being here with him. Has to be the reason I tracked down his graduation gift until I found what I needed. Has to be the reason I want him to come with me when I leave. It can’t be anything else.
I’ve never been in love. Never let anyone get that close to me. And when I tried, he didn’t really want me. But Abel does. He wants all of me. He doesn’t mind my scars or my shitty attitude. In fact, besides Janet, he’s one of the few people that will call me on my rude behavior. Well, Quin and Michael don’t really pay me any mind, but they know me. They know how I am. When Abel didn’t, he stood up to me. Stood up for people he didn’t know because I was being an ass.
Abel likes me. He listens to me and we like a lot of the same things. He’s gotten over the wall I put up and wormed his way into my life permanently. He makes me comfortable. He makes me want to be better. It’s easy to see why I fell in love with him.
