Missing Pieces (The Pieces Series Book 1) (15 page)

“Oh, my god, Gabby. You’re awake. I thought I had lost you. I am so sorry.”

“What happened? I just woke up. I guess the shower sex was just that good, huh?”

“What? You don’t remember the storm and the lightning?”

“What?”

“What is the last thing you remember?”

“Shower sex and then you snuggling with me in bed.”

Gabby

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N
eeko explains everything that happened, but I don’t remember any of it. I just stare at him, wondering how the hell I could forget being hit by lighting. I apparently scared him pretty badly because he said he never left my side. I don’t understand why I would be mad enough to call up a storm. That is kind of cool, except the getting struck by lightning part. And, apparently, I can make people flash to wherever I want. Neeko wants me to take it easy for now. He says I was out for a week. I am a little stiff, but I want to practice my new powers. If he would ever leave for even a second, I would try them out, but he even follows me to the bathroom.

I walk to the window and look at the dark sky. It’s been raining since I woke up. It’s not me this time, though, but I wonder if I can make the sun come out. Neeko comes up behind me and puts his arms around me, laying his head on my shoulder. I feel complete. I use this feeling to help fuel my magic to bring out the sun. My tattoo lights up, and I feel the warm rays of the sun before I see the clouds start to move. I focus, and the clouds move faster. Neeko lets go of me and grabs my hand, pulling me away from the window and stopping my concentration. I lose the warm feeling and the clouds move back into place.

“Gabby, I don’t want you to use your magic yet. You need to fully recuperate first. That lightning took a lot out of you.”

“Neeko, my skin feels like it’s being stretched too far, like I’m too full. I need to let some of it out. Please.” 

“That’s all in your head. Let me show you.”

He grabs my hand and pulls me into a hug, flashing us out of the room. As my magic grows, I have become accustomed to flashes so I no longer get dizzy. He turns me so I can look around. We are on top of the Eiffel Tower. I look out at the most romantic city known to man. It’s beautiful.

“I told you it was all in your head. You have forgotten about it, haven’t you?”

“Yes. Wow, Neeko. Just wow.”

“Yeah, and we need to finish our dates, too. Plus, I need you all to myself. I did almost lose you, and I never want to feel like that again.”

“Oh, Neeko. I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I don’t remember it, but I know I would never want to scare you like that.”

“No,
I’m
sorry. It was my fault you were mad. I did that.” He kisses the back of my head. “Now, on a lighter note, I am crossing off two on your list...Paris and shopping.”

“Shopping, huh? What kind of shopping?”

“Any and every kind you want, but I do have somewhere I want to take you.”

“Lead the way.”

He flashes us to an alley, and we walk until we reach a little shop. He ushers me inside and it’s full of lingerie. A lady comes up to us, speaking French. I have no clue what she is saying but, apparently, Neeko does because he speaks back to her. The lady grabs my hand and leads me back to a dressing room. She brings out a tape measure and measures my hips, waist, bust, and height. Then leaves me in the dressing room. What do I do now? Just as I am about to step out and try to find Neeko, the saleswoman walks in carrying a handful of lingerie. She hangs them on a bar in the dressing room and walks out. I guess I am supposed to try them on. I look through them and find a black-and-purple lace corset with a matching thong. I try it on and I look in the mirror hanging on the back of the door. I look pretty good. I try on a few more and pick out a zebra print piece that fits tight and has the sides cut out, a red latex thing (have no clue, but it looked hot on me), and a couple other pieces. I also get some knee highs, fishnets, and garter belts.

I walk out with what I chose and lay it on the counter. I see Neeko grinning. I wonder why he is so happy. He walks up and pays, they speak quickly in French, and we walk out. Neeko bends down to my ear and whispers, “I loved the zebra print.” I blush the brightest red you have ever seen. I can’t believe he watched me and didn’t let me know! He grabs me and turns me to face him. “I may have to take you home and devour your body.”

“Oh no. We are shopping. You shouldn’t have watched if you couldn’t handle the heat.” I walk off with a grin. Let him simmer. He should have let me know he was watching.

We walk past a few stores before I am completely lost. I turn to him. “I need shoes.”

He walks me a few blocks and we enter a shoe store. All name brand, some I have never heard of. They have everything from high heels to sneakers, but no flip flops. I pick out a good pair of running shoes and a couple flats. I need some pumps so I pick out a red, a black, a silver, and a purple pair. If I need any more, I’ll order some online. He looks at me as he pays for them, probably wondering what I need all these shoes for.

“Are you hungry? I figure we can eat, then finish shopping for real clothes.”

“Yeah, I can eat. I’m not spending too much, am I?”

“No, baby, you’re not. Just let me flash this stuff to the house and I will be right back. Stay put.”

It takes him less than five minutes to come back, then he takes me to a fancy restaurant. It’s covered in reds and blacks. It’s cosy and romantic with candles on the table. The waiter seats us and then asks what we want to drink. Neeko orders a wine. I know nothing about wine so I don’t even pretend to listen. Since the menu is in French, I tell him to order for me and he orders me a chicken Alfredo pasta. The waiter brings back the wine. It’s a red, and tastes good. I would rather have sweet tea, but that’s just me. Our food arrives pretty fast, and I dig into my pasta, which is really good.

Neeko clears his throat and I look up at him. He has a black box in his hand. “This was for your birthday. I just haven’t had time to give it to you.”

“Neeko, the concert and cruise were for my birthday. You didn’t have to get me anything else.”

“Ok, well, let’s say it is an ‘I love you’ gift then.” He grins.

I grab the box and open it. I gasp, putting a hand to my chest. It is a beautiful necklace with a pendent. The pendent is a purple vine twirled into a circle. It looks just like my tattoo.

“I had it specially made for you.”

“Oh, Neeko. It’s perfect.”

“Then it fits because you are perfect to me.”

W
e finish eating our lunch and get a dessert to share.  After finishing up, we head back to shopping. I shop for all sorts of things. When I get tired, Neeko flashes all my things back to the house.

“I want to show you what Paris looks like at night.” He grabs my hand and flashes us back up to the top of the Eiffel Tower. We watch the sun set, turning the sky black. Lights twinkle on in the city. It’s even more beautiful at night.

“Take me back, Neeko. I want to snuggle.”

“Your wish is my command.” He holds me tight and flashes us home. 

“Can I run and check on something real quick, baby? Then I’ll come back up.”

“Yeah. I need a bath anyway.”

As I run the bath, I think about everything. I want Neeko to know how special he has made these last few days, and I know just how to do it. After my bath, I run into the bedroom and change. Then I get my iPod, find the song I want, and pause it. I put it in the doc and go in search of Neeko. I find him in the library, as usual. He looks up when I walk in and I smile, grab his hand, and pull him to the bedroom.

“You have done enough. It’s my turn.”

“What are you doing?”

“Just sit on the bed and watch.”

I quickly run into the bathroom and strip of my shirt and pants. I have on my new black-and-purple lace corset, black thong, and a garter belt attached to fish nets. And to set it off with a bang...6-inch spiked high heels. The purple goes great with my tattoo. I lean forward and brush my hair to give it the full volume look. I take a deep breath. I have never done anything like this before. I slowly open the bathroom door and step out. I hear him take a sharp breath. His eyes have turned dark with desire and are watching my every step. His muscles become rigid and his hands are gripping the edge of the bed. I let him take in the outfit, then walk to the iPod and hit play. This gives him a nice view of my ass.
Shush
by Rachele Royale starts up. I walk right in front of him and start singing the words while dancing erotically.

I place my hand on his shoulder, leaning in while I place my knee on his erection. I put a little pressure on his bulge. I hold up three fingers, rub them on top of my panties, then place them on his lips. He nips at my fingers, then slowly takes one in his mouth and sucks. I turn and bend over, rubbing my ass on his crotch. His body stills and he growls. He reaches his hand around and rubs my clit through my thong. I twist back around and grab his hand, sticking his finger in my mouth. I gently suck down to his knuckle, then back up to the top, swirling my tongue around. I turn and sit on his lap and I grind on him. I feel his breath on my neck right before he leans in and kisses it, nibbling and sucking. He is driving me wild. I have to stand up before I loose myself in him. I want to drive
him
crazy, not the other way around.

I turn and have my back to him. I bend down and touch my ankles to give him a nice view of my ass, then slowly start to slide my hands up my legs. I hear him growl and the next thing I know, I’m lying face down on the bed with him on top of me. He leans down and whispers in my ear, “You drive me wild.”

His hot breath on my neck and his erection pressing into my ass is almost two much. He rips my thong right off my ass, then leans down and bites and slaps. “Fuck, Neeko.”

“That’s right. Say my name, baby. Holler it for the world to hear.”

He flips me over and his hands find my breast. He takes and flicks my corset, pulling it down below my breast so that they are pushed up. His mouth quickly covers one and starts biting, sucking, and his tongue twirls around my nipple. His hand starts pinching and teasing the other. I buck my hips to get a little friction going. His dick pulses. He growls. “Gabby, baby...fuck, the things you do to me.”

He jumps up and unbuttons his pants and pulls them off. He climbs back on, pushing his dick right up against my heat. “Ah...I can’t wait anymore. I can’t take it.”

I wrap my legs around his waist and he pushes his dick into me. I shiver at the sensation. He closes his eyes. His brows are furrowed, trying to concentrate on not coming apart. “You’re so wet, baby. Do I do this to you?”

He starts to move in and out. “YES, NEEKO! YES!” He goes faster and faster. I’m about to explode. He slams hard one more time and spills his seed. I follow right behind him.

I haven’t even had time to catch my breath before he has me flipped over onto my stomach again. He pushes my knees up and spreads them, slamming into me from behind. I orgasm again, quickly. He slams in and out, finding a rhythm. He grabs my hips so he can go faster. “Oh, my god, Neeko. Faster. Don’t stop.”

I feel the familiar sensation beginning to build again, but it doesn’t break. “Come on, baby. Come for me again.”

He slaps my ass and that is my undoing. He slaps my ass again and comes. I collapse on the bed and he follows, laying on top of me. We rest for about five minutes. “Ok, shower time.” I can barely keep my eyes open so he carries me into the bathroom, then into the shower. The hot water wakes me up a little, but I am still a little drowsy...until he slips his fingers into me.

An hour and five orgasms later, we are finally in bed. I pass out before my head hits the pillow.