Finally (A Law Enforcement Romance)

Chapter 9

Gabe’s thrusts became harder and faster, our position making him hit the right spot each time. Pressure built up quickly and my orgasm was threatening to crash hard. I moaned and met his thrusts with my hips. The sound of our bodies meeting, the moans and the bed squeaking filled the apartment.

I had never known s*x could feel this good. I had an idea but no man had ever taken it to this level. He had definitely ruined me for other men.

“Harder, Gabe, please. I’m so close,” I cried. I couldn’t stop the desperation in my voice. Gabe let out deep grunts and started shaking. He was close, too. My whole body felt like it was on fire. My orgasm crashed through me, making me squirm. I let my body relax a little bit when the waves passed but I kept my eyes on Gabe the whole time. He was holding on by a thread.

“Come inside me, Gabe. Please.” He grunted one last time and his thrusts fell out of rhythm. He moved in time with his orgasm and I moved my hips to match him. It was incredible to see such a controlled man lose his composure. All because of me!

He breathed deeply next to my ear, his heart beating hard against my chest. I could tell he held back a little bit, maybe because it was our first time or because I was pretty tight. I appreciated the sentiment but it only made me crave his true rough side even more.

Gabe lay down on my chest and I stroked my hand through his hair. We were both just enjoying the calm after the storm. He was so warm and smelt so good. My heart swelled in my chest and felt heavy suddenly. Partly from his weight but partly from the emotional overload I was feeling. I was not. Going. To. Cry.

“Jodi,” Gabe’s muffled voice came from my neck. I hummed in response.

“We should probably clean up,” he whispered, gently pulling out. I could feel his load dripping down my leg. Right, the part of s*x no one or no book tells you about. I heard from Lainey it could be pretty messy without a condom and now I understood.

“We should,” I daren’t move until he got up, his perfect ass in my line of vision. “Could you pass me that top on my chair, please?”

Gabe brought it to me and as I was cleaning myself, he watched me with a curious gaze. He smiled and kissed me. “You are so adorable. Come on. Let’s clean up in the shower.” He held his hand out to me, just like he did in the club.

We spent the next three hours tangled in each other all over the apartment, just as he had promised.

*****

A bright light flashed and was gone again. Another flash, then another. They kept coming from all around me.

“What?” I croaked. My throat felt dry and sore. I need water. I looked around trying to find the source of the flashing light.

“Stand still, you’re ruining my shots.” I stilled at the grovelling voice. A figure was slowly becoming apparent and he was holding something. A camera?

“There’s a good girl, so beautiful. Lift your arms above your head.” My arms felt so heavy like I had no strength left.

“I can’t,” I whimpered. A cruel breeze blew across my body and I realised my clothes were gone.

“Of course, you can, sweetheart. You have to look beautiful, remember? Now, be a good girl and lift your arms. I’ll even give you a sandwich and some water later.”

My stomach growled at the mention of food. I was so hungry. “O-ok.” It took so much effort but I managed to lift my arms. It felt as if a thousand flashes went off at once.

“This is perfect,” he whispered. He walked toward me and I could see his face now. He was a lot taller than me, he was dirty and he smelt really bad. He leaned down and moved my hair from my face, his fingers not leaving my cheek.

“Now, go lie down on the bed there.” The stinky man pointed behind me. I walked slowly. The floor was cold and sticky. The bed had a blanket with lots of holes, but it looked like there were unicorns on it, too.

A light came on again, not as bright, and stayed on. He put the camera on a stand and a little red light started flashing. What is that?

The bed was lumpy and a spring poked into my leg.

“Why do I have to lie down?” I was so confused. He said if I lifted my arms I would get food and water. “I thought you were bringing me food.”

An evil laugh echoed in the cold room. “You still need to do a few things for me. Start by spreading your legs. Make sure your toes point to the corners of the bed.”

An uncomfortable breeze blew again and I shivered. “I’m cold. Can I get under the blanket?”

He walked towards me, and I saw his clothes were gone, too. He placed a tight grip on my ankles. “Jodi, you have to do these things, otherwise you’re going to upset me. You don’t want to do that again, do you?” His hands went up my legs and I felt scared.

“No,” I swallowed, “no, I don’t.” I didn’t feel happy. This man wasn’t a good man. But he was going to give me food and I was so hungry. He was mean when he was upset so I’m going to do what he says.

He stood over me, his hands reaching for my body.

“Smile for the camera, my sweet girl.”

*****

I screamed. I could feel I was slick with sweat. Hands were on me, trying to hold me still. “No! Let go of me!” I couldn’t stop. I had to get this person off me.

“Jodi, it’s me, it’s Gabe!” I could hear words being shouted but they were not registering. I kept fighting them, screaming to be let go, to not touch me.

I looked over at the person holding my arms and faint familiarity slowly came over me. My breath still came in short gasps but my heart slowed down as I realised where I was. Home. I realised who was holding me. Gabe. I looked around and took in the familiar surroundings of my apartment. No cameras, no flashing lights. No sick f**k trying to touch me.

I let out a shaky breath and looked at Gabe. I couldn’t help the choked sob that came out. I jumped up and ran to the bathroom. I could hear him calling my name but I couldn’t let him see me like this. I slammed the door and locked it. I collapsed onto the floor, my head in my hands. It was becoming harder to breathe and the walls seemed to close in on me.

I hid my face between my knees and covered my head with my hands. I pulled at my hair, trying to feel anything other than the pressure on my chest. I hated panic attacks. I had suffered from them, and nightmares, as a child and into my adult life.

God, what was Gabe thinking now? Maybe Lainey was right. These kinds of relationships would be tricky and I already doubted one that didn’t exist. You’re also assuming he actually wants a relationship with you. Fresh tears fell at the thought of him being scared off by what happened. And for the little girl in my dream.