Rush: Part One & Two (The Pitstop Series Book 3)

For the first time in hours, I inhale, filling my lungs as much as possible and letting out the breath through gritted teeth. I take my time walking home to be able to process everything that happened today.

James is going to be a father. He’s going to have a child… I still can’t believe it.

It takes me a moment to decide whether or not I want to see Gabriel or be alone right now. My body makes that choice for me when I walk past my house and toward Gabriel’s.

My feet start to move faster with every step until I find myself running down the street. I know I won’t be able to tell him about today, it isn’t my secret to share, but I really need to be with him.

My fist connects with the front door, and seconds later, Jean opens it for me.

“Val, what’s wrong?” he asks, and I try to force a smile.

His green eyes study my face, and I notice he’s been trying to grow a beard now too. I wonder what made him decide to look even more like his older brother, but my mind doesn’t linger on it too long.

“Where’s Gabriel?”

I don’t want to make small talk with him. All I want to do is find my boyfriend and feel his arms wrapped around my tired body.

“He’s upstairs.”

I run past him and to Gabriel’s room. I don’t bother knocking on his door either. When I step in, he’s lying on the bed, notebook and pencil in his hands. His headphones rest on top of his head, which is why he doesn’t hear me. His eyes lift from the drawing and panic settles in them when he sees me.

“Chérie?” he says and gets up.

I rush over to him and let his arms give me the comfort I crave. A sigh slips past my lips, but I don’t try to stop it either. My pitstop. I can finally breathe again.

“What happened?” His mahogany scent fills my nose, and I sigh.

“I can’t tell you,” I reply, and he pulls back to look at me.

“Are you sure? Maybe I can help you,” he says, and I smile at him.

“It’s not my story to tell, but you can help me. Just distract me, take my mind off of it, please.”

Although I can see the curiosity burning in his eyes, he loves me enough to drop it. He simply nods, kisses me on my lips, and leads me to his bed.

“Okay, so I bought a canvas today, and I was thinking about drawing you on it.” My eyes go wide, and I stop moving.

“Naked?” I ask him, and he smiles.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

“Naked, clothed, whatever you want,” he responds, and as much as I try to hide my smile, I can’t.

“Where would we hang it? We can’t just put it in your room. Jean and your aunts will see it! And we can’t hang it in my room because of Adrian and Mrs. Beaumont.” Gabriel nods and puts on his thinking face: biting the inside of his cheek and staring at the wall.

“The only solution I can think of is buying our own house,” he says, and, just like expected, my heart skips several beats.

“We’ve only been dating a few weeks, that’s it!” I laugh, but he doesn’t.

“I’ve waited long enough,” he tells me, and I walk over to him to put my hands on his cheeks.

“Listen closely, Gabriel. We’ve only been dating for a couple of months; we can’t buy a house. Are you crazy?” My voice is gentle, which is why he smiles.

“Yeah, crazy about you, about us, about our future,” he says, and I let out a short laugh.

“We’re not ready for that, and you know it.”

Gabriel frowns, but I run my thumbs over his thick eyebrows. He closes his eyes in response and pulls his bottom lip between his teeth. I let go of him and guide the dress I’m wearing over my head.

“However, I am ready to get naked for you,” I tell him, and his eyes linger on my breasts as his hands lift to them.

“To get drawn or to fuck?” My body reacts to his words instantly, and the familiar ache returns between my legs.

“Both offers are extremely tempting,” I respond and put my index finger under my chin as if I’m contemplating which of his suggestions to take. “I’d say first draw me, and if you do a good job, maybe we can move on to the next part.” He closes the distance between us to nibble on my neck and make me giggle.

I get completely naked and lie down on the bed. Gabriel walks over to me and adjusts my position, my hair, and asks me to change my facial expression before he gets a thin fabric and covers my sex and breasts. This solves the problem of where we will hang it because it is no longer inappropriate, at least no more than me in a bikini.

“Comfortable?” he asks, and I smile at him.

“For now, but I’m going to be sitting here for a while, so ask me again later,” I reply, and he chuckles.

Gabriel sets up the canvas on his artist easel and starts drawing. I watch him with a genuine smile on my lips, and he grins at me when he catches me staring. Every now and then, we talk about something random, but he’s mostly focused on the canvas in front of him.

It fascinates me how he goes from looking all concentrated and handsome to smiling at me and looking adorable.

Eventually, the hand on which my head is resting gets tired, but I ignore the uncomfortable feeling and continue to focus on Gabriel. He asks me a couple of times how I’m doing, and I continue to assure him I’m fine. He seems too happy for me to admit that my hand is asleep and I’m getting cold.

The more I watch him, the more I can’t help but realize how far I’ve fallen. It’s weird that I can’t imagine my life without him anymore, but then again, he’s become one of the few people I rely on. He has become the only other person apart from James and my family I have felt comfortable saying ‘I love you’ to, and it means more than anyone could ever understand.

I need him because he gives me something I can’t live without anymore. He gives me hopes of a family, a beautiful life, love, and everything I could possibly want in the future. I’m going to make my dream come true, and we’ll travel the world together. We’re going to be truly happy because we want the same things in life.

Our passions overlap. We fit so well together, it scares me a little. I fear no one will make me feel the same way he does. I fear he is the one for me, which may be my naïve almost nineteen-year-old brain talking.

Then again, I don’t think it is. I’ve never met anyone who could make me feel so… complete. The holes in my chest have become more bearable, and although I miss the ones I’ve lost, thinking of them doesn’t bring me this awful pain anymore.

“Okay, I think I’m finished with the sketch, and I will add the colors later,” he informs me, and I grin.

“You think you’ll remember everything about my body when I’m not here?” I ask while he studies his work.

“I have memorized everything about you over the years, ma chérie. I will be fine,” he replies, and I feel a warmth spread through me. “You are breathtaking,” he mumbles at the canvas, and I smile at him.

He turns it for me to look at, and I forget how to breathe. Gabriel made me look like an angel. I stare back at him in awe.

“You like it?” he asks, and I tilt my head.

“I love it,” I reply, and Gabriel smirks proudly.

A few moments pass before I get a little impatient and remove the cloth from my private areas.

“Why are you so far away?” I ask him, and he cocks an eyebrow at me.

The dimples in his cheek cause my insides to turn, and the way his smile changes into a sexy smirk makes my body ache. Gabriel removes his shirt, and I bite my lip in response. His muscles flex as he struts over to me and pins me down on the bed.

“I crave you,” he says before pressing a gentle kiss to my lips.

“I’m yours,” I reply once he leans back to look at me again.

I free my hands from his grasp and put them on each side of his face, guiding it down to slide my tongue into his mouth. His hard cock presses against me through his thin sweatpants, and Gabriel rubs it in circles, making me moan.

“I want to try something,” I say when he moves on to kiss my neck, sending a wave of shivers and fire over me.

“Anything,” he whispers against my skin.

“Tie me up.”

Gabriel freezes for a split second before lifting his head to study my face. He’s trying to make sure he didn’t misunderstand.

“I want to be under your complete control,” I admit, and he bites down on his full bottom lip.

The only place I’m willing to give up control is in the bedroom, something I’m convinced he’s realized by now too.

“Are you sure?” I nod, waiting for him to do what I want him to.

He takes the same cloth that was covering me earlier and uses it to tie my hands together over my head. I’m curious about how it’s going to feel but mostly irritated he’s still wearing his pants.

“Take off your clothes,” I complain, and he grins at me.

“One second, baby,” he replies and tightens the material around my wrists. A gasp leaves me, and I press my lips together to muffle the moan.

Once he is happy with his work, he smirks at it. His hands roam over my breasts, and I push off the bed to get closer. The ache between my legs becomes unbearable, but he runs his fingers all over me, teasing me more. He glides one of them over my clit, only for the briefest second. I moan, rolling my hips to get more contact.

“You are so sexy,” he says, and I bite my bottom lip.

I could swear I look like an idiot, but the way he smiles at me makes me believe the opposite.

Gabriel goes on to take off his clothes, removing them too slowly for my liking. As soon as he is naked, I smile victoriously, and he shakes his head. My eyes fixate on his cock as he slides a condom on it, moving back between my legs when he’s done.

As soon as he starts kissing me again, I feel a wave of adrenalin rush through my body. I would have never thought being tied up would make me feel this alive, this excited.

The build-up sends a thrill through me, and I want more. My skin is on fire, and my nipples are painfully hard. His fingers run from my neck all the way down to my hips, goosebumps awakening in response.

Gabriel goes from kissing my lips to my neck and then my nipples. My back arches off the bed again, and I ball my hands into fists because that’s all I can do while they are tied up over my head. Not being able to touch him frustrates me, but my body is too distracted by the way he explores it to care.

He takes his time pleasuring every single sensitive area of mine, making it impossible to lie still. My legs try to find a way to press together, to ease the pressure even a little, but Gabriel’s body is in the way.

I moan with every lick, nibble, and kiss he plants on me. The anticipation drives me crazy, especially when the head of his cock presses against my wet core, but he doesn’t move. He stays there, taunting me.

My head screams for him to slide inside, to fill and complete me in every way, but he doesn’t. His hands roam over my needy body, and I almost let out a complaining whine.

“Please,” I beg, something I’ve been doing a lot with him recently, but I adore the way I don’t have to be in control when we have sex.

In all the other parts of my life, I need to be on high alert and in charge, but not with Gabriel. He gives me what I need, no questions asked.

“A little bit longer, chérie,” he says, his mouth dropping back onto my nipples.

A wave of pleasure courses through me, and I wish I could touch myself to ease the ache. I pull on the cloth as Gabriel runs his tongue all the way down my body. He presses kisses to my hip bone, getting closer to where I crave his mouth the most.

“Gabriel,” I moan, rolling my hips again, but he pushes me down on the bed.

The tension makes me dizzy, and I close my eyes while I wait for him to release me.

“You’re so wet for me, chérie, always so wet,” Gabriel says with satisfaction dripping from his words.

His fingers slip inside of me, curling at the perfect spot.

“So ready for my cock,” he adds, thrusting his fingers inside again.

I’m already so close to falling apart that I whimper when he removes them. I open my eyes to see him move on top of me, kissing me until I forget my own name.

“Ready?” he asks, and I manage to nod before he slams inside of me.

I let all sounds of pleasure leave my lips, including one of relief. My hands tug on the cloth, looking for anything to hold onto while he slides back out and thrusts in again.

“I need you to stay quiet for me, baby, just this once,” he says, and I breathe an ‘okay’.

Gabriel creates a delicious rhythm, and the low groans that leave him only send more waves of pleasure through me. His hands bring my legs up to his shoulders, and he rests them there, his head between them.

His strokes go deeper and faster, and I feel the familiar tension build in my stomach. Too soon, I fall apart under his control, but Gabriel keeps going, despite my legs shaking and my body getting overwhelmed by pleasure. I press my lips together to keep from screaming at the top of my lungs.

He is rubbing my clit between his thumb and index finger, sending another orgasm through my body. The second one feels different but just as consuming.

“Oh God, Gabriel,” I moan, and he smiles before bringing his lips to my leg.

His movements become sloppy, his mouth leaves my skin, and he groans my name as his body shakes from the orgasm. Gabriel lowers himself on top of me, sweat on both of our foreheads, and we let out small laughs of pleasure, which still washes over us. He kisses me all over the face, untying me at the same time.

“I’ll be right back,” he says and gives me one last kiss before disappearing into his bathroom.

I take my now free hands, running them everywhere Gabriel touched me.

When he walks back out, he’s wearing nothing but a smile that warms my insides. I open my arms for him, and he drops his body onto my chest, nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck. My legs wrap around his torso, trying to get him even closer to me.

My hands slip into his curly brown hair, tugging a little until I hear him chuckle on top of me. The sound vibrates through me until it reaches my toes and fingertips, leaving my body with ease.

“I like this,” he says, and I cock an eyebrow. “I like this a lot,” he adds, and a small laugh skips off my lips and into the silent room.

“Being naked?” I ask, and Gabriel raises his head, showing me his dimple-filled smile and green-brown eyes. Both are full of happiness.

“Being naked with you,” he clarifies, pressing a kiss to my stomach after.

“I like it too,” I admit, bringing my hands to his face and tracing his dimples. “I like everything with you.”

“Oh God, that was incredibly cheesy, too much so even for me,” he says and attempts to get up, but I keep him trapped between my legs.

Gabriel is laughing from the bottom of his heart, and I join him, feeling lighter than ever.