Secrets (Swept Saga) (13 page)

“So, what is this all about?” Gabriel asked.

“She was asking me how I’m able to be with you and Ryan and I was trying to explain myself.” I answered.

“Crystal, I want to tell you something, and I want you to listen to me. Right now all I care about is having you in my life. I do want you to love me, but I want you to fall in love with me and not feel like you have to love me. Does that make sense?”

“I think so.” I answered.

“I want you to really take your time, and really get to know me for who I am. As long as you want me in your life I am happy and that’s all I need. I also don’t want you to feel like you have to do anything you don’t want to.”

“What do you mean by that? I didn’t want to ride your motorcycle, but you insisted anyway.”

“What I mean is physically. If you need me to back off, just say so.”

“Gabriel,” I sighed, feeling slightly annoyed. “I like what we have physically and I don’t want you to back off at all.” I said and walked towards him.

“So you won’t mind if I do this?” He asked and cupped my breast.

“No, just as long as you don’t mind me doing this.” I answered and felt his cock.

“Mmmm” he said and leaned in for a kiss.

“What’s that smell?” I asked and turned around. Black smoke was filling the room, and it was coming from the skillet. Great; I burned the eggs. So much for breakfast. I ran to the stove turned off the burner and put the skillet with the charred eggs in the skink. I turned on the faucet and the water crackled as it hits the pan and turned into steam until it cooled down.

“I’m sorry.” I apologized to Gabriel.

“Sorry for what?”

“I was going to make you breakfast in bed. I guess I can’t do that now.”

“No, but I know something else we can do in bed; and there’s no cooking required.” He said, then picked me up and carried me to my room. The sausage was long forgotten in the microwave.

“This is the kind of breakfast any man can get used to.” Gabriel said as he pulled my shirt off. He stared at my bare chest with the same kind of awe he had the first time he saw them. “Well, if I’m going to be topless it’s only fair you are, too.” I said and took off his shirt while he massaged my breast, paying special attention to each nipple until they were standing firm, begging to be sucked. I didn’t even get a chance to enjoy how beautiful Gabriel’s body is because he began kissing me with aggression. “I could eat you up.” He said between each kiss and I wanted him to. I felt as if I could enjoy a Gabriel meal every day.

Gabriel reached down and pulled my pajama bottoms down with one tug. He picked me up again and laid me down on the bed. He peppered kisses down my body and with a growl he buried his face in my pussy. I sighed as I felt him suck and lick my clit. I began to wonder who was better at eating my pussy, Ryan or Gabriel, then Gabriel slid a finger into my ass, completely distracting me from my comparison.

I felt his mouth move away from my pussy and his fingers took its place. I felt his fingers slide in and out of me and his other hand reached up, squeezed my tit, and then rubbed my clit. I felt like I was going to explode from all of the attention, and I thrust my hips into his hand, greedy for more.

Gabriel moved his hands away from me and climbed on top of me kissing my body until he reached my lips. I rubbed his back and I wrapped my legs around him and that’s when I noticed his pants were gone. I yearned to feel him inside of me, but I didn’t have to yearn for long.

He sat up and pushed his erect condom wrapped cock into my pussy and began to slide in and out. He moved excruciatingly slow, and my hips tilted up to meet his thrust. My body was begging him to pick up his pace. He held out for what felt like forever before finally giving my body what it so desperately wanted. He pounded into me, and just as I was starting to build, he stopped, put my legs over his shoulders and started in again, only this time penetrating me deeper. It was just what I needed to send me over and I was moaning as I found my release and he grunted and collapsed on top of me.

He held me as we worked on breathing, and he kissed me again and again. Then he pulled away, grabbed my phone off the night stand, looked at the screen, and then kissed me again, “I would stay, but I have to go.”

“Why?” I asked.

“Remember my blog?”

“Yeah?”

“Well I finally raised enough money to put down on my facility.”

“That’s wonderful, Gabriel!”

“I’m going to see if I can buy it.”

“Can I come with you?” I asked and right then my phone beeped. I checked it; I had a text from Ryan. He was on his way over.

“I would like it if you could come, but obviously your day has been taken care of.” Gabriel said and I detected a hint of jealousy in his voice.

“I’m sorry, Gabriel.”

“No, don’t apologize. It’s fine.”

“Will you let me know how it goes?”

“Of course I will.” He said, put on his clothes and walked towards the door. “Bye.” He said with a longing look.

“Bye, good luck.” I said as he left. I wish he would have stayed but I understood that he had stuff to do.

*****

“Are you paying attention, Crystal?” Tiffany asks me, jolting me from my thoughts. She has been going over the plans once more.

“Yes,” I answer.

“Good, do you think you can do this?”

“I think so.”

“You think? Please don’t speculate. Either you can or you can’t and I need you to be able to do this, because if you can’t this whole thing will fall through, and I can’t handle that.”

“I can do it.”

“Wonderful,” she smiles. She must be satisfied because she gets up and walks into her room. Finally I have the chance to concentrate, and I need to if I’m going to make it through finals.

 
Ryan

Chapter Nine

Plans

T
he clock ticks repetitively tick, tock, tick, tock. I want time to hurry up and catapult me forward. Unfortunately, it shows me no mercy and continues its static ticking, the minute drags as the seconds going by with what seems like an eternity. The judge sits at the front of the courtroom and I agonize as he determines my fate. I look at my lawyer who gives me a reassuring smile; I wish I could feel as confident as he does. I steal a glance at my father, and he brings a handkerchief up to his brow and wipes away the sweat that must be building up. I stare at the clock again, I want to fast forward time. I want this to be over. The judge looks over the papers in front of him spectacles sit at the end of his nose. He’s old and seasoned. My father was hoping he wouldn’t be the one to handle my case. Finally he speaks up, “Ryan Phillip Stone, I find you guilty of all charges I sentence you to 360 hours of community service and $2500 in fines.” I hang my head, 360 hours of community service? I’ve never worked a job in my life. My lawyer looks surprised and my father shakes his head. The room seems to darken and all I can think is that this isn’t supposed to happen to me. My father’s plan was supposed to work. This is going to go on record and it could hurt my chances.

“Hey, Ryan wake up.” I hear through the gloom and shame. My body is shaking, was I really that upset?” “Ryan!” I hear again, my father is saying my name over and over and my body is still shaking, and then out of nowhere water pours down from the ceiling soaking me and making me cold. Then I see bright white light all around me.
What is going on?
I rub my eyes and my face is wet. I roll over and I’m met with a wet pillow.
Wait, roll? Wet pillow?
Suddenly my brain registers my surroundings. I’m not in a court house undergoing a horrendous sentence, I’m in my room, in my bed and Zach mush have poured water on me to wake me up.

“It’s about time you wake up. You were really out of it.”

“Was the water really necessary?” I ask him.

“Nothing else worked, so yes, I would say it was. Now if you don’t hurry up you’re going to miss your finals.” He says and walks out of my room.

His words spur me into action. I had all but forgotten about finals. It seems my days have been filled to the top lately and I can barely keep up. Thankfully though my dream was just a nightmare. I hated my job. I mean I didn’t have to do much while I was there, just file some papers and manage the phone, but I still hated it. It was boring and it took away time that I could be spending with Crystal or Kelly. My father keeps checking in on me and reminding me what’s at stake if I screw up. His money is the only reason I’m able to spoil Crystal and I don’t want to let that go. I just have to hold on for six more years and hope that I land a job with a good firm.

I love Crystal and I see her teetering on the edge of loving me, but I can tell she isn’t there just yet. I don’t know what else I can do to fully bring her around and make her just as madly in love with me that I am with her, but what I’m doing seems to make her heart melt and if I keep melting it then maybe she’ll admit that she loves me.

     Now if only I could make Gabriel go away. I know she’s sneaking around and seeing him on the side and I can’t say I’m happy about it. If I could I would make him go away for good. I know she’s seeing him because I’ve seen him enter her dorm building, leave it and both of them leave together. When I’m not in class or at work I’m spying on her and raging about the fact that he won’t fucking leave her alone. I know if I get involved right now it will only be to my detriment. I have a feeling that Gabriel is being honest with Crystal about everything. That seems to be the kind of guy he is and it makes me sick. Why does he have to be such a good guy? And he truly is a good guy. I’ve been checking up on him and searching his name on the internet. The guy has quite the following and he’s even raising money for a building so he can have some kind of youth hang out place.

If I can’t talk to him directly and get rid of him I can at least make moves in other ways. Usually I wouldn’t put forth such effort but he’s fucking my girl and I don’t like my things being fucked with. Gabriel needs to be more careful about what he posts online, I know exactly which building he wants to buy and I’m going to make sure he doesn’t get the chance to get it. He’s nearing the goal on his fundraiser and I’ve decided it’s time to have a little bit of fun. I anonymously gave him the last few thousand dollars that he needed for his precious little project, then I set up a meeting with the building’s owners.

I bought the building out from under him, it’s not that I want it, I just want to see what happens when he finds out he can’t have what he wants. It’s better he learns this lesson now than later when Crystal is waving goodbye and choosing me once and for all. I bide my time waiting for Gabriel to update his blog about his failure. I want to read about it and revel in his depression. It’s not like he can pretend that nothing happened he has the money and the people that donated are going to want answers.

Finally, the update comes and it was quicker than I even expected. Gabriel is an honest man, and I was banking on that. He thanks everyone for helping him raise the money, but posts that the building was already sold. He also explains that he will look for a new building. I think it’s an interesting choice. I write up a quick text and go find Zach. Gabriel is going to be told he can have his building but the price is going to be more than he can afford. If he wants the building he will have to earn it. If he moves on to something else I’ll just buy it. I don’t know what I’ll do with them, but I’ll figure it out. It’s all ghetto property anyway. Maybe just maybe I’ll let him have his own building when Crystal decides to end this foolish game and finally choose me. I mean clearly I’m the obvious choice, the clear winner. I mean what is it that Gabriel has that I can’t already provide? Any other girl would be beyond thrilled to have the kind of treatment that I offer Crystal; sadly Crystal is the only girl I want, unless Kelly is around.

Kelly; to say our relationship is complicated is a severe understatement. One day she loves me one day she hates me. One minute she wants to fuck me the next minute she pretends I don’t exist. She hates the fact that I’m with Crystal. She’s jealous, but she keeps coming back to me for more. Like a masochist who can’t stop cutting. It’s like she kicking herself for not being able to stop herself but she’s addicted to my cock. What can I say I’m addicted to her pussy as well.

She visits me late at night or in between school work or dates with Crystal. We fuck and then she goes. We barely talk we see each other and we know what’s going to happen. It’s ingrained in both of us and we can’t stop. Not even her new boyfriend gets in the way of our arrangement. It’s not like I’m nice to her either. I’m a complete ass hole but she doesn’t even seem to mind the abuse. The only arguments are when we text. I just have to remember to be very careful when I’m with Crystal. If she finds out about us, it could all be over for me, and I don’t think I can handle it. It’s the one thing I don’t understand about myself. I can be mean and use nearly everyone around me but when it comes to Crystal I find myself tripping over my own feet to make her happy and please her.

Although she wasn’t crazy about the whole control idea; I want to make her choices for her and have her do things at my command, and then she asked me about limits. She didn’t see how it could work with college and everything else. So we worked out some boundaries. I get to choose what she eats and what we do in the bedroom. She has the freedom to say no to a date or a visit. It almost killed me to agree to it, but I did, she has a way of talking me into things and forgetting my resolve to win. Somehow I find that I really can’t win when she makes up her mind about something.