Where You Belong: Chapter 22

I wake up in his arms as I recall what transpired last night. The night out with his family, the fight, the best sex of my life.

Gabriel, when he’s pissed off, is a force to be reckoned with. My muscles feel weak and sore, yet thoroughly pleased with the orgasm parade I had last night. It was one after the other.

I still feel a bit weird about not finishing the fight. Why did me talking to another man cause so much rage in him? It wasn’t even for me. Mia was the one doing the flirting. She was interested in one of the guys. I made no attempt to be part of the conversation. I just smiled and nodded along when it felt appropriate.

He starts to move around as he stretches an arm above his head. I take this time, before he’s fully awake, to watch him. His biceps bulge as he flexes and unflexes. It’s a sight to behold, watching this man in the morning. His hair is disheveled, and his beard is more than just a bit of scruff. He’s all man, and it’s so much more of a turn-on than I had expected.

He opens his eyes and looks over at me. When he realizes where he is, a big smile crosses his face.

I’m still getting used to being the one to put that smile there.

When I met him, he was all groans and scowls. Not to say he doesn’t still have some of that, but he has become lighter and happier in the last week.

‘Good morning, beautiful,’ his raspy voice says.

I smile. ‘Good morning, yourself.’

He makes a move to stretch again, and I see a wince cross his face.

‘What’s wrong?’ I ask him.

‘My muscles are a bit sore. It must’ve been all the crazy sex I had last night. I feel like I was in the push-up position for hours.’

I do a little stretch myself. ‘I’ll make us some breakfast.’

When I look back at him, he’s biting his lip, and his eyes have turned more aggressive.

‘What?’ I ask.

‘Your tits are hanging out the side of your tank. I’m trying to decide if my body needs a break or if I have enough in me to go another round this morning.’

His contemplation of his dilemma makes me burst out in laughter.

‘How about I make some breakfast first? My body aches as well. I might need a hot bath today to soothe my muscles,’ I tell him as I pull off the covers and get out of bed.

He does the same, and I realize he’s completely naked, and his dick is hard. I chuckle at how ridiculous it looks. I’m not used to being this intimate with someone that we wake up and walk around naked so casually.

‘What’s so funny?’ His arms open as he asks.

‘I’m sorry.’ I giggle again like the innocent woman I am. ‘I’m just not used to waking up with a guy, let alone with that,’ I say as I point down.

A look of pride takes over his face.

‘What can I say? He knows when a beautiful woman is around,’ Gabe jokes.

I roll my eyes and smile all the way downstairs as I cook us breakfast.

We don’t get Sienna back until dinner time tonight. After we eat breakfast and shower, we decide to have another cup of coffee outside on the patio.

It’s a beautiful afternoon. The sun is out, and the humidity is oddly low for this time of year. There’s a gentle breeze that sweeps through every so often, providing the desirable relief from the heat.

“What do you want to do the rest of the afternoon?” Gabe asks.

I try to think about if there’s anything I have on the agenda this weekend. Aside from looking for jobs, which I’m still actively avoiding, there isn’t anything I can think of.

I shrug my shoulders. “I don’t really have anything I need to do.”

We sit in silence for a minute.

“What do you enjoy doing during your free time?”

I have to think about that for a second. What do I usually do with my spare time?

“I like to bake. Don’t worry, I’m not gonna suggest we actually do that. I wouldn’t want to make you feel inferior to my amazing baking skills.”

He chuckles. “Woman, you have no idea the skills I have in the kitchen.”

“I mean, I’ve seen your cooking skills, but I don’t think those will translate over to baking.”

He sits up straighter like I just challenged him. “Oh, yeah? Tell me, what is your specialty?”

“Hmm. I make a mean cheesecake.”

He throws his head back in laughter. “Cheesecake is my specialty.”

I give him the side eye. “Funny how your specialty is the first thing I say I do well.”

“Care to put your skills to the test?” he says mischievously.

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“I bet you my cheesecake is better. How about we each make one and see who really does come up victorious?”

“You mean…like a bakeoff?” I ask suspiciously.

He chuckles. “If that’s what you wanna call it. I was thinking more of a bet.”

“I didn’t realize you were looking to lose to a girl on your day off,” I say confidently.

His smile shows off the lines forming at the corners of his eyes, reflecting his age. They look sexy as hell.

“You’re going down, Moretti.” He stands up from his seat.

“Where are you going?”

“We are going to the grocery store,” he says.

I stand with him. “Like, right now?”

“Right. Now.’

‘Wait…you said it’s a bet. Who judges? And what does the winner get?”

He starts walking backward with a smile as I follow.

“Sienna judges tonight at dinner. Winner gets…” He rubs his chin as he thinks. “To pick the location of our first date.”

I almost stumble. Date? He wants to go on a date with me?

“A date?” I breathe out.

“I think you deserve to be wine and dined. What do you say? I’ll get one of my siblings to come over and watch Sienna one night this week.”

“That sounds great.” I smile.

“Okay. Now you better let me win because I know all the great restaurants in the city.”

I laugh. He’s not wrong about that. Although, if I win, I’m going to be calling up Mr. Albertini for suggestions. Shit, I can’t exactly tell him I’m going on a date with his… friend. That sounds so weird. But Gabe is so much younger than Mr. Albertini, it’s not like they’re friends from school or anything.

After we get back from the grocery store, we eat a quick lunch before he insists we get started. Thankfully he has a double oven, so we can each set our own temperature and don’t have to worry about baking separately.

I told him he wasn’t allowed to see my ingredients and copy me, so I checked out alone. He claimed I was being dramatic and that he didn’t need to copy me.

I get started on the graham cracker crust just like Gabriel is doing right now. I look over at him, and he gives me a panty-melting smirk followed by a wink before he gets back to focusing on his crust.

The next step is to make the cheesecake. My secret is that I not only use cream cheese, but I also use ricotta cheese and add some heavy cream. It still has the heavy density of the New York style but has a light airiness to it from the ricotta and heavy cream.

I’ve never made this for someone without getting several oohs and aahs. Like Kevin from The Office says of his chili, it’s what I do best.

Alicia and I spent way too many hours watching episodes of The Office instead of going out on the weekends.

I’m in the middle of mixing my ingredients when I feel Gabriel’s hand reach around my stomach as he grabs a spatula. Instinct has me pushing my ass into his groin.

He grunts in my ear. “Don’t start something you don’t intend on finishing, baby.”

A couple minutes go by, and I realize I need to find some parchment paper. I like to put a strip around the edges to guarantee it stays intact when you take the springform pan away.

Gabriel is standing in front of the drawer holding the paper. I tap his hip to get him to scooch. He sticks his ass out so I can open the drawer. I reach for the paper, and my arm grazes a hard bulge.

My brain forgets everything it was doing as my hand reaches for him. His dick hardens completely under my touch.

“Fuck, baby. Are you trying to distract me, you little cheater? It’s working…” he growls before he swings around and brings me into his chest.

A laugh takes over me as he peppers kisses down my neck.

“I don’t even know what made me do that,” I say through a fit of laughter.

“I’m not buying it.” He brings his mouth to my ear. “I think you want me to pound the fuck out of you right here on this island.”

Shit… I think I do. My body has erupted into goosebumps. My underwear is now damp. The things this man can evoke from me with just a few words…

His mouth claims mine in searing kiss. I part my lips and raise myself to meet him. He continues with a savage intensity, one that I can’t easily match, and I drink in the sweetness of his kiss.

He turns us around and lifts me on the counter, in between both of our bowls.

I don’t care, I need him now.

He lays me down to my elbows, then unbuttons my jean shorts and works them down my legs.

His eyes remain on me as his hands explore the soft lines of my waist, my hips. His finger grabs the material of my underwear and brings it to the side.

“I’m gonna eat this beautiful pussy,” he says, then takes a long, hard swipe up my center. He moans. “If your pussy was part of the bet, it would win. It’s, without a doubt, the best-tasting thing I’ve ever had on my tongue.”

I shudder as waves of pleasure roll through me. He doesn’t take his time with me. His tongue is ravenous as it feasts on me with all it has. I shout when he starts to suck on my clit with the most amazing amount of pressure and suction.

‘Wait for me, baby,” he growls as he sheds his pants.

He grabs onto his long shaft and starts to run his tip up and down my entrance. We are both watching our bodies in awe, his jaw falling slack as he continues rubbing his dick on me.

He pushes forward an inch then pulls back.

“I’m gonna paint this pussy and this underwear with my cum,” he tells me.

Moisture falls out of me. It feels like a lifetime ago that I was this scared, innocent woman who thought sex was something she couldn’t enjoy. Now I crave it all day, every day. He’s brought out this little vixen, and I love it.

He finally slides himself all the way inside of me and bottoms out, hitting my G-spot. I moan at the sensations. My body still needs to adjust to his size, and I wonder if that will ever change.

“You’re so thick. It still makes me stop for a second each time and wonder if I can handle all of you,” I say.

“Oh, you can handle all of me. I’ll make sure of it,” he says, quickening his pace.

He grabs my thighs for leverage and hits me hard with each thrust. I can’t control the outright cry of delight as my body edges closer to release.

“Are you gonna come for me, baby?” he growls at me.

At my nod, he urges, “Good girl. I want your pussy to clench and your juices to pour out of you.”

I can sense his thrill of arousal as he is in the moment fucking me and watching our bodies join together. His eyes are dark, and his mouth is open.

My body starts to tremble as an orgasm begins to erupt.

“That’s it, Alexis. Let it happen. I need your pussy to squeeze the fuck out of my dick. I want it to strangle it,” he says.

The orgasm goes off like fireworks as my eyes roll in the back of my head.

“Open those fucking eyes right now, Alexis. I need you to watch me come all over you,” he demands.

I do my best to lift my head and open my lids. When he’s satisfied that I’m watching, he pulls out and strokes himself as thick, white ropes shoot out. He lines himself up, so it hits all over me. My clit, my panties that are scrunched to the side, my entrance.

I’m covered in his release, and it’s sexy as hell. I’m rooted in my place, frozen at how much I enjoyed what I just witnessed. My eyes can’t pull away from my body.

When they finally do, his eyes are watching me.

“Did you like watching me coat your pussy with my cum, Alexis?” he asks.

“I loved it,” I tell him truthfully.

‘That’s my girl.’ He smirks.

We both look around ourselves at the mess scattered about the kitchen. My hands are inches away from our bowls. It was pretty reckless to do this right here amongst all the food.

“Well…” I look around at our food. “I don’t think we can give this to Sienna. It feels kind of wrong at this point,” I say.

His eyes survey the room once more.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. I mean, it’s not like we did it on the food, but it still feels kinda icky to make her try them now.”

“Well, I’m still gonna bake mine and eat it. It’s too yummy not to!”

He smiles. “Jury’s still out on whose will be better.”

“Now, how are we gonna settle it?” I hop off the counter and grab my pan to pour the cheesecake into.

“How about my siblings?” he suggests as he continues working on his dessert.

I ponder it for a second. They like we could trust them to make an impartial decision.

“Yeah, good idea. When would they try it?”

“I’ll bring it to work on Monday.”

“Okay. You’re on, Gabriel.” I smile at him.