Chapter 4

Gabriel

His wet body, all long lean muscles and his erect member were pressed against me as he claimed my lips in a brutal kiss full of unparalleled passion. I kissed back with as much strength as I could muster and grabbed his ass, smacking the delicious globes and moaning into his mouth as he moaned into mine, and then we were called down to dinner. Rhett smirked and laughed, leaving me flustered as he stalked off to get dressed, his tattooed, perfect naked ass exposed for me to ogle as he strode away.

I haven’t been able to get him out of my head all week!  That boy has an attitude that needs to be brought down a notch or two, but his body is a perfect specimen and his eyes mesmerize me. 

I had to pull on an oversized sweater to hide my erection and the wet spots where our bodies were pressed together, before I could come down to eat and now I sit with my best friends and their daughter, while their sexy son makes us all await his arrival.

“Rhett is so stupid! Can’t we just start dinner without him, “ Arianna complains.

Both children have their father’s black hair and their mother’s green eyes, but Arianna’s personality grates on me more and more as she flirts but then acts sweet and innocent at the same time and is constantly ready with quips or insults about her brother.

Rhett saunters down the stairs, looking too delicious as he joins us at the dining table. He smirks and winks at me then wets his lips with a slow swipe of his tongue. The flash of silver from his tongue ring nearly makes me flush. His nipples are also pierced and I was so tempted to play with the silver adornments. I suddenly remember seeing  other things that are pierced. Now I am flushed and zoning out.

“Pussy got your tongue, Gabe?” Rhett chuckles. “I asked if you got what you needed out of the bathroom. I’d hate for you to not get something you were in need of on my account.”

“Ah, yeah. I forgot to grab it after you finished. I’ll -ah- get it before I go to bed, tonight,” I reply in a flustered manner.

“I bet you will,” Rhett says in a seductive manner and I feel a foot against my calf.

I look at Rhett and then down and he looks down and shrugs. The foot must be Arianna. 

“Gabe, are you eating your sausage?” Claudia asks. “I hadn’t thought about how spicy it is and that you were not a fan of spicy food.”

“I’ll eat your sausage, Gabe. I’d love your spicy sausage,” Rhett offers with a smirk.

“I-ah-I…I am fine. I learned to like spices,” I bumble and blush.

Rhett is not talking about food and I know it.

“So, you like sausage, then, Gabe? I could share mine if you like it,” Rhett says. “I’d love to share my sausage with you, Gabe.”

My eyes go wide at how openly he is saying this and how the only one seeming to notice anything is Arianna who is glaring at her brother.

“Oh, Gabe, I left you a little gift in the bathroom before I came down. It might help you, but if you need any other help, you know where to find me,” Rhett says.

“That is quite nice of you, Rhett. It’s good to see you and Gabriel are finding common ground,” Claudia says, completely missing that this is sexual.

“Gabe, why are you wearing a sweater? It isn’t cold in here, besides, it covers that blue shirt that brings out your eyes. I think everyone should see how good you look in that shirt,” Rhett says and finally Thomas gives his son a pointed look, but it’s Arianna who speaks up. 

“Rhett! Why do you keep teasing, Gabriel? What do you have against him, anyway?” Arianna shouts at her brother and stands up. The foot running up my leg disappears as she pulls the chair out then stands. Confirmation that it was her foot.

“Nothing at the moment, but that could change,” Rhett laughs.”Isn’t that right, Gabey?”

I nearly choke, but my business line ringing snaps me away from my meal and the obvious tensions in the room. 

“I-I gotta take this…Business,” I say quickly and pick up my cellphone as I head upstairs.

“Hello, Garret,” I say as I answer the call. 

“I still don’t understand why the hell you had to move the headquarters across the country! What does Boston have that California doesn’t? The company started in California and should stay here!” My father’s best friend says. He was the one who convinced me to get investors and shareholders and he was the first one.

“We have been over this a dozen times, Garret,” I say as calmly as I can. “The number of sales in New York City and Boston alone, let alone the suburbs and entire eastern seaboard are double that of our California sales, plus our roasters are here in Massachusetts and my best friend lives here.”

“SO this is all about living near your friend? We don’t make business decisions based on where our friends live,” Garret nearly shouts. “What this with the sales being higher there? That has to be some fluke! Where do you think your father would like the headquarters to be if he were still alive?”

If he weren’t my father’s best friend and oldest investor I’d tell him off, butas it stands, I am not sure I can even tell him the truth. My father just wanted his small chain of shops to be successful, he never saw it becoming what it has today. I sigh and try to think up a reasonable response.

“I have an idea I will pass by you soon and this is the best location to try it out,” I say at last.

“Wednesday! You can tell us all about it at the shareholder’s meeting Wednesday and it better impress me!” The seventy five your old man huffs.

“I will see you Wednesday, then,”I say as cheerfully as I can muster, despite my racing heart.

The office is not fully done and is less than half staffed, yet the shareholders are arriving on Wednesday. If I didn’t already have a growing headache from the tension at the table, I would by now. My head aches and I fumble the bottle of pain reliever in the bathroom before taking a couple pills and grabbing my vibrator, chuckling to myself about the bottle of water based lubricant left on the sink beside it. I have a feeling Rhett knows a lot about lubricant.

I was jealous when I met his best friend earlier today, especially upon recalling the first night I was here when he had replied to what his father said with “Dad! It’s just my best friend and I fucking.” His friend is not unattractive, but he is not me and I don’t want anyone else fucking what I want. I just need the courage to go through with making him mine.

I sigh as I climb into bed. If my head weren’t hurting and I was more bold, I might do something about this desire I have. I let thoughts of Rhett and his sexy teasing carry me off to sleep.