Breaking Down(The Garage Series Book 2)(2)

By: Holly Renee

There had been too many times to count when something would almost happen, but Gabe would always pull himself out a sort of trance and lock everything down again. He danced with me when we went out, he sat next to me at the bar, he made it impossible for any other man to get close to me, but he never allowed himself to get close either. It was infuriating.

I was going to die of sexual frustration. It was killing me. I couldn’t hide my lust the way Gabe did. He could see it. He knew I wanted him. Franggy, my vibrator, had been putting in his time. We had spent more time together since I met Gabe than we ever had before. He was loyal, and he didn’t just want to be my friend.

A knock at my door pulled me from my thoughts and day dreams about Franggy. I opened the door and the next thing I knew I was being slammed against the wall by Gabe. A picture frame fell off the wall in a loud crash, but it barely penetrated through my shock. I had no idea what the hell Gabe was doing. His mouth came down on mine and he roughly took what he wanted. Our tongues danced, teeth clashed, and lips dragged across each other. I didn’t know what to think. I couldn’t think. The only thing that I could process was that Gabe was kissing me and I didn’t want it to stop. His hands were rough against my body. Pulling me into him like he had no other choice. I melted under his touch.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders to hold on, and I could feel the tension vibrating through his body. Concern washed through me, but I would never stop him. So I kissed him with everything I had. I didn’t know what happened with Kat. I didn’t know what he had experienced in his life to make him so closed off, but in that moment, I didn’t care. The only thing that mattered to me was taking it all away.

Gabe pulled his mouth from mine and worked his way down my neck. My chest was heaving when he bit down on my ear.

“I need to fuck you, Erica.” His voice was rougher than I had ever heard it before.

I shivered in anticipation as I nodded my head, but he wasn’t looking for my reply. He wasn’t asking permission.

Gabe spun me around until my chest was pressed against the wall. He moved my long blonde curls to one side and brushed his lips against my neck. It was the only place I could feel him. He wasn’t touching me except for the soft trail of his lips.

My hands were on the wall near my head supporting me as my knees felt like they might buckle. He kissed my neck just below my left ear as his hand skimmed my right hip. His touch was almost non-existent. It was pulling me in then disappearing before I could really get a taste. I tried to look over my shoulder to see what he was doing, but as soon as my eyes met his, his hand on my hip tightened, and he slammed my hips back against his.

My moan echoed throughout the room as I felt his length against my ass. I leaned my forehead against the wall and tried to slow down my breathing. His touch was consuming me. Gabe pulled my hips out further until I was bent at the waist with my hands on the wall. His hands crawled up my sides leaving chill bumps in their wake. I felt him lean over my body right before his teeth grazed my ear and his hands began kneading my breasts.

I pushed back into him and ground my hips against his. His hands moved up my t-shirt until they were at the edge of my v-neck, each hand caressing me as they moved. He tugged on the top of my shirt, and my nipples tightened in anticipation of his hand moving below the fabric that separated us.

Cool air hit my chest as my shirt was ripped down the middle. I couldn’t stop my moan or the shiver that ran through my body. My t-shirt hung open as Gabe slipped his right hand into my bra and electricity shot through me when his rough skin finally met my aching breast.

“Please, Gabe.” My whimper filled the room as Gabe pulled me up until I was fully standing again.

“What do you want? You want me to fuck your sweet pussy? God, Erica. I know you’re going to taste so sweet.”

My moan was the only answer he got from me. I couldn’t form a coherent sentence. My arms were pulled tightly behind me and it took him no time to restrain them with my useless, ripped shirt. Excitement coursed through my veins as I tried to imagine what his next move would be. Sex had never been like this for me before. I longed for the next touch of his skin.