Gabriella Ch. 06

He ran a finger over her shoulder blade before she swatted it away. "I still enjoyed fucking you," he whispered.

"You are such a tool."

"It's true though. You're the best I ever had," he said, singing out the last part of the famous song.

Ella tried to withhold a laugh, but failed. "You're an idiot."

"What's so funny?"

Bryan stood and took a step back as Nolan approached. His face was hardened catching Ella off guard.

"Your girl is mean. She was making fun of Becca."

Ella scoffed. "No I wasn't, and he was just leaving."

Nolan's eyes lingered on Bryan a beat longer before he slid into the driver's seat. He pulled her toward him and planted a tight quick kiss on her lips.

"Hey," she said, still unsure of his mood. He smiled back but didn't answer.

"You hanging out with us tonight?" Bryan interrupted.

"Nah, I'll pass."

Bryan leaned through the window, causing Ella to push back into the seat. "Ah, come on man. You never hang out anymore."

"I'll be busy tonight."

Bryan looked at Ella before rolling his eyes back to Nolan. "I'm sure." He stuck his arm out waiting for Nolan to pound his fist. "But fuck it, I'll call you anyway."

Nolan stared out for a moment before he turned and looked at Bryan. "Okay," he said and tapped his knuckles with his fist.

"Cool. Later," he said, retracting his arm. "Bye Ella." He turned and laughed as he walked away.

Ella rolled her eyes and focused back on Nolan. He pulled his navy ball cap lower on his forehead, shielding his eyes. He pulled out of the stadium parking lot without another word.

When they turned onto the main street that led them to her house, Ella asked, "You okay?"

He nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine."

**********

Simon

Simon ripped open Patricia's blouse as he propelled his back through the bedroom door, pulling her with him. Their lips hadn't unlocked from the moment he caught her in the hallway. Normally he took more care in undressing her, but at that moment, getting her naked was the only thing on his mind. He would gladly replace her entire wardrobe to keep this passion afloat.

"Oh, Patricia," he moaned into her mouth as he spun them around. He stepped out of his shoes and pulled his shirt over his head in a flash, before his lips and hands grasped her again.

Patricia unbuckled his belt and pulled them out of the loops. She flashed him a seductive smile as she ran her hand down his stomach and gripped him through his pants. His mouth parted but no words tumbled out as his dick jerked in her hands.

"Are you going to keep me waiting?" she whispered, giving him another squeeze.

Simon's mind finally came back online as he pushed his pants and boxers down and grabbed her, forcing her back on the bed, removing any bit of clothing she had left. He laid his body on top of hers, gently kissing her lips.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too," she said, wrapping her arms around his back.

Something about her saying those words to him made him float. Made everything okay, no matter what his troubles were. She loved him. He hardly controlled himself as the tip of his dick pushed through her wet tight entrance.

Patricia moaned into his ear as he pushed further and further into her. She alternated between whispering his name and whimpering in pleasure. Her sweet sounds made him harder, they always did. "I missed you. You have no idea how much."

Her legs opened wider in response, allowing him to sink even deeper inside her. A tingle rolled down his spine as her muscles constricted around his cock. He wouldn't last long. Not when every fiber of his being wanted to be buried inside of her until neither of them could take it. He rolled his hips against hers and lifted up onto his arms so he could watch her face as it turned from side to side.

She was stunning. Absolutely breathtaking. He captured her lips, driving his tongue into her sweet mouth. His hand roamed over her full soft breasts, before his head lowered and seized a hardened nipple.

"Simon," she whispered, bucking her hips against his.

He pulled on the sensitive bud with his teeth before releasing it to place her right leg over his shoulder. He held the other out to the side as far as he could, while he drove into her mercilessly until she cried aloud. Her upper body rose from the bed for a few seconds before she dropped back down and went lifeless.

The sound of their bodies uniting was driving him insane. He was unrelenting as he stared down at her face. Her eyes were closed and her lips were swollen from his kisses. He needed this moment to last longer. Forever.

"I want to hear it again," Simon whispered as he stilled within her.

She looked up at him. "Here what again, baby?"

He was about to tell her when she smiled. She was teasing him and it took everything in him not to slam back into her and end this torture.

"You know what." He slowly pulled out, drawing a low moan from her. "Tell me, sweetheart," he begged.

She ran her smooth hands down his back, the smile she had been toying with faded. He knew that look. She was serious.

"I love you, Simon."

He thrust back into her as his heart and dick seemed to swell at the same time. He pressed her into the bed and buried his head into her jasmine scented hair. Seconds later, his body jerked above hers. He gritted his teeth against the powerful surge that erupted from him.

"Oh shit, honey," he mumbled, his arms feeling like spaghetti. He rested his body on top of hers. She ran her fingers down his back as their breathing slowed.

When he finally had his body under control, he rolled off of her, pulling her on top of him in the exchange.

Patricia giggled and leaned her head against his chest. "Talk about afternoon delight."

"Amen," he breathed out. Everything would be okay. He could still have his dream. He could still have his wife. Yes, everything could work out.

**********

Gabriella

"Are you sure you're okay?" Ella asked for the second time during their quiet car ride.

Nolan pulled his 4Runner in front of her house. "Yeah."

Ella nodded and pulled on the door handle before Nolan spoke up again.

"It's just that—well, I don't want to be one of those boyfriends, you know? I don't want to suffocate you or keep you from doing what you want."

"Trust me, that will be harder than you think."

Nolan laughed. "Yeah. But honestly, I—I just...I don't know." He leaned his head against the steering wheel.

"No, tell me," Ella said, placing her hand on his back. Normally she never asked people to explain, but she really did want to know if he was okay. Girlfriend or not, Nolan had been good to her.

"Look, it's just that Bryan is my best friend, but I don't feel comfortable with you two talking. I know that makes me an ass, but I can't help how I feel. I wouldn't feel this way if you guys hadn't, well...you know."

"Nolan, Bryan is a prick. And I feel sick to my stomach that I ever hooked up with him, but even sadder for you that he's your best friend."

He chuckled.

"But you can absolutely one hundred percent trust me when it comes to him. And I feel awful to admit this to you, but the only reason I even did it is because his girlfriend is my ex-best friend. That's it."

Nolan raised an eyebrow. "So you never found him attractive or anything?"

Ella shook her head. "Nope, he's not my type."

"A lot of girls like him, though."

"I'm sure they do. Girls like Rebecca...yuck."

He leaned his head against the headrest and lightly rubbed her ear. "So, who is your type?" His voice was low.

"Short guys with sexy red hair and adorable freckles with—" she squealed when he grabbed her sides and pulled her onto his lap. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding."

"That's what I thought," he whispered against her neck.

"My type of guys are six four with a solid build, dirty blond hair and green eyes. Wow, now that's sexy," she said in an exaggerated girly voice.

"That's more like it." He held the back of her head while he attacked her mouth. His teeth clicked against hers before he found a rhythm that worked from the angle she sat in his lap.

"Mmm," he moaned, before his lips lowered to her jaw then her neck. "Damn, you taste so good."

Ella stared out of the window while Nolan continued to taste her skin. She would try to make that type work. There was no reason it shouldn't. He really was a great guy that most girls would love to be with. She needed someone like him in her life.

But had he been two inches shorter with dark brown hair and deep blue eyes that made her heart flip flop, the world would have been perfect. All else could go to hell as long as that type of guy wanted her.

But he didn't and life sucked.

Ella wasn't in the mood to keep up their make-out session. "I have to go in," she said pulling away from him.

He slipped his hand between her legs. "Just another minute."

"Dude, we're parked in front of my house."

Nolan's hand froze as he lifted his head, his eyes wide as he looked around. "Shit, I forgot."

Ella laughed and pulled herself from his lap.

"Jeez, woman, see what you do to me?"

"Oh, I haven't done anything to you yet," she flirted. She grabbed her bag and hopped out of the car.

When his car disappeared down the street, Ella quickly peered into the garage. Simon's bike was still gone. An empty feeling settled in her stomach. Maybe it was for the best that he was avoiding her. But her mother's car was parked in the driveway. She had thought about just leaving again with Nolan to avoid another conversation like they had earlier that day, but she wanted to be alone. Her mother more than likely would give her space. Nolan wouldn't.

Everything was quiet when she walked into the house. She glanced around before spotting a belt on the floor. And further down the hallway was another article of clothing. She was about to pick it up when she heard the refrigerator door open.

Ella held her breath as she walked into the kitchen.

Simon's shirtless torso came into view, as he chugged down a bottle of water. His toned, lean muscles stole her attention until her eyes locked on his. He immediately brought the bottle down from his lips and wiped his mouth.

Before either of them could say anything, her mom appeared at the door.

"Hey Ella, I didn't know you got home so early."

Ella's stomach turned several times as she watched her mom walk towards Simon. She was sporting his oversized gray shirt with Giants scrolled across the front in red and blue with her hair tussled about. Her legs and feet were bare as she stood on her tiptoes and gave him a peck on the lips, before stealing his water and finishing it off.

Ella quickly looked away to focus on anything but what was happening. She'd already seen too much and knew what it meant.

"I should put on a shirt," he mumbled. He walked past her and out of the kitchen. Ella's senses whirled as his scent passed through her nose, sending goose bumps over her arms and legs.

"I think everything is going to be okay," her mom whispered, smiling brightly at her. Ella felt the bile rising in her throat. "Did Nolan drop you off? I'd really like to meet him," she said while she turned on the coffee machine.

Ella's voice had left her. She turned and walked down the hallway, praying she wouldn't hyperventilate before she reached her room.

She leaned against her door and closed her eyes, willing herself not to cry. It's pointless. She chanted the words over and over in her mind.

***

Ella took all her mixed up thoughts and feelings straight to Nolan's bedroom, fueling hours of aggressive sex.

"Oh, God, no. I can't again right now, Gabriella. I need—I need a moment," he breathed out, while he pushed her hand from his thigh.

She straddled him and rocked her body over him.

His expression was pained. "Gabriella, please," he moaned, closing his eyes. She ignored his pleas. His hands stilled her waist. "Wait, wait, seriously, I need to talk to you first."

"Later."

"No, not later."

She scoffed. "You have a naked girl riding your dick and you want to stop so we can talk?"

"I know, it's so gay. But I really want to talk to you."

"Why now?"

His hair clung to his temples. "Because when we're together, we're usually having sex and when we're done, you're ready to go home. So this is my only chance."

Ella couldn't dispute it, so she sighed. "Okay. So what do you want to talk about?"

He ran his hands up her sides. "Well, how are you?"

"I'm fine. I'd be even better if you would shut up and nail me again."

Her body shook when Nolan belted out a laugh. "You are so crazy, you know that?"

She smiled.

"Okay. Well, I guess I want to ask...what does being my girlfriend mean to you?"

She scowled. "Are you serious?"

He nodded.

"I don't know. Maybe it means exactly what it says...I'm your girlfriend."

"Yeah, but what does that mean?"

Ella shrugged.

"Okay, I'll start. For me, being your boyfriend means that this could potentially be a really serious relationship."

Ella waited to see where he was going.

"And...it means we're exclusive."

She figured as much, but things were becoming too serious, too fast. She had only accepted his offer last night and already it was as if they were engaged. "Okay," she managed to say.

"I mean, is that what you think?"

She shrugged again. "Yeah, I guess. Look, I just want to take this slow. I'm not really used to dating someone, so I don't want to rush into anything."

Nolan nodded. "Okay."

An uncomfortable silence settled over them. It was awkward to be straddling Nolan, neither of them a stitch of clothing on and nothing to say. Why did he have to go and ruin the moment?

"But we are exclusive with each other, right? I mean, I'm the only guy you're with, right?"

Ella nodded.

"Okay, cool."

Another uneasy silence passed between them.

He avoided her eyes when he asked, "Was I the only guy when you and I started hanging out?"

She braced her arms against his chest. "Nolan, can we drop this?"

"I wasn't, was I?" he asked, a small smile toying with his lips. A smile that didn't quite reach his green eyes. "Who was he?"

She leaned down to nip his neck. "No one." They were treading over forbidden territory. She needed to distract him again. Something that was very easy with Nolan. With Simon, not so much. He would let her continue whatever it was she was doing to him, and then when she least expected it, he would bring it back up.

"No, seriously, who was he?" he asked with a hint of irritation in his voice.

Ella sat up. "Look, you and I weren't dating, so why does it matter."

"Just tell me who."

"Why?"

"I'll tell you the last girl I was with."

"I don't want to know."

Nolan's eyes narrowed. "It wasn't Bryan, was it?"

Ella rolled her eyes. "No. I already told you everything about him."

"Well, then what's wrong with telling me."

"Because you're making a big deal about it."

"No, I'm not. You're making it a big deal by being so secretive."

"I'm not being secretive, it's just none of your business."

He tucked his hands behind his head. "Fine."

"Fine," she repeated as she eased off his lap and lay down beside him. She pulled the sheets above her breasts.

"Can you at least tell me the last time you were with this other guy?"

Ella silently cursed as she rolled over and retrieved her cigarettes from her handbag. "Mind if I smoke?"

"I don't mind."

She leaned against the headboard and quickly lit it. She took a short drag. "Last night."

He shifted in the bed. "Last night—but...holy shit!" He pushed the covers off and stood up. "Oh my God, I'm so fucking stupid."

Ella blew out smoke. "Nolan, I—"

"You were with him when you called me, weren't you?" He looked at her, hurt in his eyes. "You asked me to call you while you were with him?" He turned away. "I'm gonna be sick."

"Nolan—"

"I'm so stupid," he said, combing his hair back with his hand. His face reddened while he paced.

Ella crawled on her knees to the edge of the bed. She dropped her cigarette in a cup of water. "Nolan, you're not stupid."

He wouldn't look at her. He kept shaking his head and mumbling under his breath.

"He doesn't matter anymore. It's over and it should have been a long time ago."

He placed his hands on top of his head and blew. "I guess I just assumed that you were only seeing me. I mean, we spent so much time together, I don't see when you could have been with anyone else."

He was fishing for more answers. But the more she said, the more it would hurt him.

"Well, I'm with you now, so don't worry about any of that stuff."

"Only me?" he questioned, lifting a brow.

"Only you," she said, crooking her index finger. Even though he took a slow step toward her, his face still held hurt and traces of anger. But when she grasped his cock in her hand, his eyes glazed over before they closed.

She would make them both forget.

**********

Simon

"We should have a date night tonight," Simon said, kissing the back of Patricia's neck.

For almost a week, Gabriella had been a ghost in the house. She would leave before he got up and come home after he went to bed. And for the first time ever, he was thankful for it no matter how much Nolan annoyed him.

With the time alone, he felt like he was on his second honeymoon. He and Patricia were inseparable and their marriage began to resemble what it had before he started the affair. They held deep conversations over dinner, she laughed at his jokes and they made love late into the evening.

It was everything he could have hoped for in the aftermath of his betrayal.

So he tried desperately to block out the empty chair at the dinner table or the darkness that flooded Gabriella's room. He was slowly cutting the invisible strings that held him captive for a year. He was getting his life back. His wife back. He feared he wouldn't get a second chance.

"Ooh, that sounds like a good idea." Patricia finished stirring her latte and turned to him. "Where do you want to go?"

"Why don't we stay right here? I'll go grab a pizza and some sappy chick flicks and we can camp out in front of the TV and grope each other until we can't take it anymore."

She laughed. "That sounds like a plan. Or are you just trying to take the cheap route out?"

"No, I'm trying to take the don't semi-rape-your-beautiful-wife-in-public route."

She yelped when he squeezed her bottom but rewarded him with a kiss. He went to move away, but she held him in place.

"Mmm, baby," he whispered against her lips. "If you don't stop, I might not make it to get any food."

"I don't mind starving," she whispered.

Simon lifted her onto the counter and unbuttoned her slacks. He slid his hand inside her pants and rubbed her hot sex over her flimsy silk panties.

"You're asking for it again," he growled into her mouth.

"I sure am."

"Mmm," he said removing his lips from hers and his hand from her pants. "Okay, I'm getting out of here before I get trapped."

She swatted his butt when he turned to walk out.

He grinned from ear to ear in the car, blasting Bob Marley from his stereo. Everything's gonna be alright, his idol sang, as he hummed along.

***

Simon sat in the driveway staring at the back of a black SUV. Nolan's black SUV. His joyful mood grew darker by the second. A childish thought such as keying somebody's car had never crossed Simon's mind before...until now. He glanced at the cardboard pizza box sitting in the passenger seat.

Tonight was supposed to be about him and Patricia. He had barely run into Gabriella in over a week and now he'd have to put up with the two of them. Together. No doubt they would be locked in her room doing everything under the sun. Everything she had done with him.