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Liam

Gabriel kisses me deeply. It’s like he’s taking over me, and I love every second of it. I love the way his lips move against mine, the way he yanks the zipper of my pants down, and the way he makes me feel like I’m his whole world.

Breathing hard, Gabriel pulls back slightly. “You’ve made me yours, so that means you’re mine. You can’t forget that.”

I quirk an eyebrow. “If I get this much attention every time I forget, it makes me want to claim to forget more often.”

He squeezes my face. “I’m not listening to jokes,” he declares as his hand reaches into my underwear and draws out my cock. The rough feeling of his fingers immediately gets my attention. “Don’t you dare try this shit again, you hear me?”

“I do, and I won’t.”

Gabriel shoves his pants down and off as I watch, feeling hypnotized by him. His hand moves over my length before he yanks open the cabinet door, smacking me with it in his vigor. He doesn’t seem to care as he grabs an unopened box of lube he must have stored down there and tears it open, like… box torn in half, and I have no idea why it’s the sexiest thing. Am I so far in over my head that even ripping open a box turns me on?

He unscrews the cap and then starts an ultimate showdown with the foil covering the opening of the tube. He hooks the edge with his teeth and finally manages to tear it off as I watch in pure amazement and adoration. How can this be so sexy?

That is until he slides two wet fingers against his hole, and then I realize ripping the box was just foreplay because this is now the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

“You going to listen to me now?” he asks, grabbing my face with his free hand. It must have some lube on it from him opening the tube with vigor because I can feel the way it smears across my face, but I don’t even care. He could coat my face in it, and I would be positive that it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me because he’s the one doing it. He could do anything and everything to me as long as he never leaves me.

Gabriel squeezes my cheeks. “I didn’t hear you answer my question.”

“It’s because I was so mesmerized by everything you do that you left me at a loss for words,” I inform him.

Clearly, that’s not the answer he wants because he squeezes my cock a little bit. Definitely not enough to hurt, but enough to snag my attention.

A moan escapes my lips as I tuck my head against his neck. “I’m unquestionably going to listen,” I assure him as I kiss his throat. “I’ve actually never been more prepared to listen to anything in my life.”

“Look at me.”

“I’m busy,” I say as I keep kissing his neck. “I feel like if I look at you, I’m going to be tortured some more.”

“Look at me.”

I nip his neck before drawing back to look at him.

“I love you,” Gabriel tells me. “I love you so much.”

That was definitely worth looking at him for. “I love you too. Will you move in with me?”

“Patience,” he says, which is honestly ridiculous. I’ve been extremely patient! Look how patient I am!

Gabriel lifts his hips before lowering himself until the head of my cock is pressed against his hole. “I know you have patience.”

Now he’s going to torture me with something else!

“You have patience when it comes to harassing and torturing others. So have patience with me.”

“But you’re so hypnotizing.”

He rubs my cock against his ass, and I become convinced that he’s the only one here who knows the meaning of patience. Is this what I deserve after the shit I just did?

Fuck, I love him. I love him, I love him. He’s so perfect—even if a little evil.

“You’re delightful,” I decide.

Gabriel shakes his head but kisses me as he starts to lower down onto my cock. It’s teasingly slow, like even with this, he’s going to teach me patience as the head of my cock gradually slides inside his tight body. He sinks partway down then lifts up until he nearly pulls off me before driving down again. My hands wrap around him, one grabbing his ass cheek before reaching down and rubbing my finger around my cock so I can feel where I’m buried deep inside of him. He lifts his hips then sinks down on me, and I find myself wishing he was naked. It’s really such a shame for this beautiful view to be disrupted by clothes.

I want to see every inch of him as he drops down onto my cock, his own begging for attention. I reach down, trailing fingers over his length before drawing his shirt up with my hand. I want to see his beautiful body. I want to touch every inch of him.

The shirt slides up his pale skin, and as soon as I reveal his chest, I lean forward to kiss my way up to his neck. My thumb slides over his nipple, my mouth sucks the soft skin of his neck, and my hand circles the base of his cock as my own is enveloped in the heat of his body. I draw the shirt off his body so he’s finally naked and take it all in.

Gabriel moves over me, sliding down my length until I’m so deep inside of him that his thighs press against mine. I love the moan he makes when he takes me all in. I love the way he lifts up until he’s almost pulling off of me before he sinks down again.

“Stroke my cock,” he orders as I glance up and catch him watching me closely.

When my hand finds his cock as I tongue his nipple, he arches into me. I love the way his breath hitches… how he shivers when my fingers brush him so lightly that I’m surprised he can feel it. He’s so responsive to everything I do, and yet… I feel like he’s completely in control of every step of this and I love it.

“Kiss me.”

I do without delay, lips moving against his as I feel myself nearing orgasm. The way he’s touching me, squeezing my cock, and driving down onto me has me so close it’s consuming me. I grip him tightly while he rides me, and I come deep inside him as he draws me right over the edge. He moans as he sinks down, settling there as his cock pulses and he comes.

Gabriel grabs my face in his hand, tilting my head up so his dark brown eyes meet mine. “Do you understand now?”

“I think you got your point across.”

“Good. Now let’s get these damn hands of yours cleaned up. I can’t believe you did this.”

He slides off me and turns the shower on as I realize that I now get to enjoy a shower with him. What have I done to deserve any of this?

“Liam?” he asks as he notices me still on the floor.

“I fucked up and yet you still treat me so well.”

“You didn’t. Davey fucked up the moment he thought he could go punching people to get his way,” Gabriel says as he holds his hand out to me. I give him mine, but instead of pulling me up, he scrutinizes my knuckles some more before glowering at me.

“Is your nose okay? I see you got it cleaned up before coming in here.”

“Just a simple nosebleed,” he assures me as he eyes my hand some more.

I stand up and hug him so he’ll forget all about this whole nonsense with my hands. Instead of letting me hug him, he presses a hand against my face and peels me off while glaring at my knuckles.

“This, I’m mad about,” he declares before tugging my shirt off in a rather vicious manner that only accomplishes turning me on.

“What? Noooo. Lucy Fur mauled my hands, not me. You always think it’s cute when she does this stuff.”

Gabriel gives me a look that just makes me grin at him as he urges me into the shower. Clearly, I’ve been forgiven. “Does the water sting your hands?”

“Nope. All I can feel is the warm embrace of your loving eyes boring holes into me,” I say as my hands sting a bit, but it’s nothing compared to the pain I’d felt when I thought I would have to leave him.

His eyes bore a little deeper. “Yeah? You feel that? Weirdly, I feel like you’re confused, but maybe I’m the one who is confused.”

“It’s definitely you,” I assure him as I draw him under the water. I love holding him and could hold him all day if he let me. It definitely wouldn’t be awkward at work—or anywhere else, for that matter.

“So after this, we could eat dinner,” Gabriel says, finger trailing down my chest.

I smile, liking that idea. “Of course. And then I’ll put on a very engaging movie for you. I’ll make you some caramel popcorn and put it in a little bowl for you.”

“What? While you run off to stalk this Cameron guy?” Gabriel asks, weirdly suspicious.

“You’re so silly.”

“You’re not stalking him alone.”

I grab my heart. “That’s the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me.”

He pushes me under the water. I think he’s trying to drown me just a little, but I don’t even care. He can do whatever he wants because he’s made me a very happy man.

“Stop smiling so much! Stop loving it when I’m mean to you!” Gabriel demands.

“I can’t,” I admit.

Gabriel starts laughing as he squeezes me against his naked body. I can forget about everything when I’m like this. I can just close my eyes and feel at peace for the first time in a very long while.

When we finally get out of the shower, he forces me to sit on the edge of the tub as he dutifully gets his first aid kit out and starts cleaning my wounds. He’s so gentle that I weirdly get hit with a memory of my mom cleaning up my knees after I’d gone flying down a hill and flipped my bike. At the time, I’d thought her telling me how unsafe it was to even go down that hill on a bike was ridiculous. I never realized how I’d actually miss those moments—miss what it felt like to have someone care.

“You really need to be careful,” Gabriel scolds. “And stop smiling! Why are you smiling? I’m being serious!”

“I know you are, but I’m only smiling because of how delightful you are,” I say.

His sigh tells me that he’s not impressed. He bandages me up ridiculously well. I feel like I just got done at Dr. Gabriel Hyde’s office.

“You’re the cutest,” I declare. “What do you want for dinner?”

“You’re going to ruin my beautiful bandage job by making dinner?”

“I’ll be careful. How about shrimp scampi?”

“That… does sound delicious.”

I hurry off to the kitchen to make my one true love absolutely anything he wants. He starts clearing off the counter to give me a bit of space but frowns when he picks up the bread.

“What the fuck? A mouse got into my bread.”

“You should take that new cat back and ask for a refund if he can’t even do his one job properly,” I say.

I look over at the loaf in question who is currently loafing right where I’m trying to work. Lucy Fur is there as well, looking at him with pure hatred and disdain. Her tail is flicking back and forth, but she’s like two feet from him, as though she doesn’t have the entire house to glower about. It’s fascinating how much anger is in her heart. It kind of reminds me of how I feel when forced to deal with humans.

“Margarine, you’re in the way.”

“Maybe if you stopped calling him Margarine, he’d listen,” Gabriel says as he kneels down and coos to the cat. “Come here, Butter. Who’s a sweet boy?”

I am one hundred percent sure he even leans away from Gabriel.

“I cannot feel any love for something that doesn’t love you,” I comment as I start boiling the water for some noodles to add to the dish.

“He’s a shelter kitty. He needs time to adjust,” Gabriel says, but I think he’s had plenty of time to start looking for a new forever home.

Gabriel wiggles a toy in front of Margarine, who still refuses to acknowledge any part of it. Gabriel doesn’t look upset or offended in any way. He loves anything and everything that cat does. “So after we’re finished eating, we’ll drive past Cameron’s place, that is all.”

I raise an eyebrow. “What are we going to accomplish by driving past? Do we just like wave to him all ‘Hey, I know you have a woman in your possession somewhere lol.’”

“We don’t ‘lol’ about people being abducted.”

“No, we just slowly drive by and wait for hours just in case we can wait long enough for her to get murdered. Then we’ll show up in the morning and snap our fingers in an ‘Oh darn, if only we were here yesterday’ way.”

Gabriel sighs because he knows I’m right. He’s also now lying on the floor, very much in my way as well, but doing his absolute hardest to tame the stoic beast.

“Like… I know you’re right, but I also know that we have to do things legally, which makes this whole thing difficult,” he mutters.

“I’m always right.”

“I know! That’s why it’s such a pain. I wish we could do whatever is best for the victim, but we can’t, or we could jeopardize everything when we do catch the culprit.”

“I’ll just threaten the judge, then.”

“Oh yes, I’m sure that’ll work out better than I ever imagined,” he teases.

When I nearly step back into him, I say, “You’re as bad as the cat. Stuff is starting to get hot, so roll over there.” I try rolling him with my foot to get him out of the way. He willingly rolls back a bit while grinning up at me, and I’m tempted to dive back down on top of him and say “Fuck it” to the noodles. He grabs the rug the cat is on, and since the cat is happy as can be not using his own legs, Gabriel ends up dragging the cat across the kitchen with him. Lucy Fur smacks him a few times as he cruises on by, but the creature is not at all disturbed by the rug ride or the beating. It’s fascinating how little he cares. Maybe when you’re half shaved and ugly as fuck, there’s little left to care about.

Once dinner is set, we head to the table where Lucy Fur sits on her own chair and Gabriel cuts up a piece of shrimp on a plate for her. When he catches me looking, he stares at me like he’d just love for me to challenge this before he gets Margarine his own plate as well.

It’s the first spark of life Margarine has ever shown as he licks the plate clean. Lucy Fur delicately eats hers while growling up a storm, like she thinks the loaf is going to extend his legs for something other than finding his food bowl and taking a shit—which he only does right after I’ve cleaned the litter box.

“Oh my god… this is delicious.”

“If you moved in with me, you could have this every day.”

“I already get this nearly every day,” he reminds me, so really… it was a weak threat.

I twirl a noodle around my fork. “That case Matthew was talking about…”

“About the girl whose parents were killed?”

“Yeah.”

“You want to look into it?” he guesses.

“Am I allowed to?”

He eats in silence for a moment, making me think the answer to that is a pretty clear no. “I feel awful that something which should have been so innocent for a teenager has now changed her entire life,” he says. “She’ll probably always feel guilt over it… and if he went so far as to kill her parents, what would keep him from taking her now? From ruining her life even more?” Gabriel trails off. “It’s a shame she couldn’t be given closure.” His eyes drift up to catch mine. “Tell me… before you do it.”

I hesitate, unsure how I should answer this. “Why do you want to know?”

“I don’t know. I just do,” he says.

“What if I tell you, and you realize that you really didn’t want to know?”

“This isn’t up for debate, Liam. I told you to tell me, so either you don’t look into him or you tell me.”

“You’re right. Okay.” I just still don’t know if he’s ready to know. Tobias was different. Tobias was the nightmare that followed him in his dreams and when he was awake. This is something completely different… and I’m not sure if he can handle that.

“Thanksgiving is in a few days,” he says, pulling me out of my thoughts.

“I’m thankful that I’m going to be sick that day,” I respond.

“You’re going to meet my grandma and my grandpa and my cousins and my aunts and uncles.”

“Why the fuck are there so many?” I ask in disgust.

“Oh… and my cousin Tom who bullied me when we were kids.”

I nod, understanding my quest. “I will beat him up for you.”

Gabriel laughs. “We shouldn’t be joking about this so soon. Is it too soon? It’s definitely too soon. Why would I even have to ask if it was too soon?”

“It’s never too soon to joke about punching people,” I say as we finish up eating. “You ready?”

“Only if you promise that you’re going to be so good.”

“Like an angel.”

“Angel, my ass. Let’s go.”