Making his way lower and lower, he takes his time getting to my core, now soaking wet with need. Slipping his fingers in with ease, I moan as he takes my clit in his mouth and starts nibbling on it.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasp as one of his fingers travels south to my ass and slips in. “Shit shit shit,” I murmur over and over as he starts playing me.
“Like that?” he asks between licks of my clit. He starts biting my inner thigh as his fingers twist up and I lose it.
“Shit, yes,” I pant as he gently pulls it out and pushes it back in. “Fuck, Benton, don’t stop.” I gasp when his teeth come around my tight nub, sending waves of pleasure through my entire body.
“One day, I’ll have this fucking ass, baby,” he growls, licking and groaning. Shit, that’s so fucking hot. Goddamnit, this man.
“FUCK!” I scream, bowing my back off the bed. The minute he notices my orgasm starting to rip through me, he pulls his finger out of my ass which sends off another wave of pleasure through my body. “Holy shit,” I groan, coming down from the intense orgasm. “Fuck me,” I gasp. Shit.
“I’d love to, but now I’m really going to be late for work,” he stands and winks at me and my vagina is automatically ready for him again. How can one wink do that to me?!
“Fine,” I huff. “Tonight… I’m holding you to it.”
“Oh, you’ll be holding something tonight… that’s for sure.” Grinning, he slips into the bathroom right as I throw the pillow at him.
Jesus, I love that man.
By afternoon, Hannah and I have run all over the city to change addresses, fill out paperwork, and get things finalized with my move to Benton’s. He keeps telling me to call it home, but until everything of mine is where it should be, and I’m no longer living out of a box, it won’t seem like my home.
Hannah’s crying and I’m trying to get her and the groceries in and out of the hallway before someone on the floor gets pissed that we’re making so much noise. Apparently, these walls are paper-thin… or so says our neighbor whose bedroom backs up to our bathroom.
Grinning, I remember that morning in the shower all too well. He’s so attentive and loving. His hands take what they want and give what I deserve and then some. He’s the best I’ve ever been with, and will ever be with. I still can’t believe this ring, but he’s convinced he wasn’t going to buy anything less.
I guess it’s time for me to start planning the wedding… my wedding! Holy shit, I’m getting married!
“Hannah!” I squeal when it all clicks. “Oh, how awesome! You can get a little dress, and, oh my gosh, this is so awesome!” We dance around the kitchen, momentarily forgetting the groceries waiting on us.
How’d it take me this long for it all to click? Maybe because I took the weekend off from worrying about shit to focus on my best friend’s wedding that was just absolutely perfect. I’ve never cried at weddings, but I definitely did at this one. She was so beautiful, and Adam just looked beside himself with joy. It makes me proud to know that Benton and I had a hand in getting those two stubborn assholes together.
“Alright, pea. I’ve got to get these put away before it all goes bad.” I put her in the bouncer on the kitchen floor and start humming a song to her when there’s a knock on the door. Glancing at the clock, I know Benton should be home any time now, but he never knocks.
Maybe he left his keys at home today, or has his hands full with something.
Swinging open the door, I see a face I haven’t seen in years and one word screams over and over in my head: RUN.
“Gabrielle,” my mother grins. “How’s your life treating you?” Slyly, she pushes her way into the foyer, and I have half a mind to punch her out. I can’t let her see Hannah, so I back my way to the kitchen opening, trying to block her from my mother’s view.
“You don’t have to hide anything from me. I know all about sweet Hannah, and Benton… I know it all. The happy life you’re trying to live when you deserve none of it.” She pulls something out from her back, and I immediately tense.
She’s got a fucking gun. A GUN!
“You know, I should’ve done this a long time ago,” she mumbles. “You need to be reminded why you don’t deserve shit like this.” She shakes her head then raises the gun and shoots.
Just like that.
“No!” I yell, lunging for Hannah.
Hearing a gunshot on TV is one thing. Hearing it such a close range is a whole different thing. The pain in my ears makes my vision blurry. I see a figure in the doorway… the woman that fired the shot.
Then I see another figure in the doorway, immediately pummeling my mom to the ground. Oh God, I never knew close range shots could make your vision blur and your entire body hurt. I hear Hannah crying, and immediately turn to her, seeing a speck of red on her shirt.
“Shit,” I try to whisper, but it all comes out muddled. Too muddled. I feel… drunk? I try to turn and look at the woman standing in my doorway, but I can’t see anything.
That’s when everything fades to black.
Benton
All over again
“Benton! Stop!” I hear Adam’s voice behind me, but I don’t slow down. Not even bothering with the elevator, I take the steps two at a time. As soon as I get to my floor, I hear the gunshot.
FUCK!!
“NO!” I scream, bursting through the door and plowing down the hallways to my door. Wide open.
The figure in the doorway looks menacing, and is still holding the gun out. Logic completely turns off and I take her down. The fucking bitch ruined my Gabby’s life. I hear another shot as I take her down, but my switch has been flipped, and I’m in attack mode. Nobody comes into my home and tries taking the only thing I love from me.
Nobody.
“Mother FUCKER,” I scream, plowing into her face until all I see is red. This bitch called me a half hour ago telling me what she was going to do. Fucking crazy cunt, knowing full well I was far away from home. She’s good as dead when my fist gets done with her.
Son of a bitch!
“Benton!” Adam yells from the hallway. I don’t stop. I can’t stop.
Jesus Christ, hitting something feels fantastic.
“Fuck, B!” Adam screams, hopping over me into the apartment. I throw a few good punches, though I’m fairly certain she’s good as dead since it’s been a few hits since she stopped moving. Standing, I spit on her lifeless body, and look where Adam ran to, immediately falling to my knees.
Oh, shit.
“Oh, fuck… no. No, baby, no,” I cry, feeling the bile rise. Fuck!
“Benton, get the fuck over here!” he yells back at me, lifting her body and trying to find a pulse.
I can’t move, though. I can’t… I can’t.
“Fuck, B! Get your goddamned phone out, and call 911! She’s got a fucking pulse, but it’s weak,” he says, cradling Gabby’s bloody body on his lap.
“Oh my god,” I whisper, managing to crawl over to her. I hear Adam curse and see him pull his phone from his pocket, but she’s so pale. She’s… she’s grey.
Oh fuck fuck fuck no.
I hear Hannah crying and see her in her bouncer, right around the corner, Gabby’s blood splattering her clothes.
No…. no no this can’t be happening.
“Gabby,” I cry, laying myself on top of her. “Oh fuck, no baby.” My hands are shaking as I take her body in my arms. There’s no movement from here, and only a very light breath coming from her nose. Shit! I can’t lose her. I can’t lose her!
“Fuck!” I scream as Adam tries finding her wound. God, there’s so much blood.
I cry harder than I cried when I lost Carly. I cry harder than when my mom died. Jesus, why do I keep losing the people I love? Adam picks up Hannah and tries to calm her, but I don’t leave Gabby’s side. There’s two holes where she was shot, so I apply pressure as best as I can but she’s not responding at all. No moaning, no movement… nothing. Fuck!