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

Gabriel moves back between my legs, his hands wrapping around my breasts. The familiar ache returns, and I know this time there will be no interruptions.

“How far do you want me to go?” I’m barely listening to him because I’m too focused on how his hands feel around my breasts. He removes them, and I open my eyes to look at him. “You need to tell me, baby,” he commands, and I take his hand in mine, pulling it close to my lips and pressing a kiss to his index finger.

“I want your hand right here,” I say, leading it between my legs. Gabriel grins sweetly and finally slides his fingers inside of my panties. His cool thumb rubs over my most sensitive area, and my eyes roll into the back of my head. My head pushes against the mattress as he continues to move his thumb in circles.

“Is here where you want it?” I moan loudly, which answers his question and makes him continue his movements. His middle and ring fingers slide into me, curling at the perfect spot. I can’t hold back the moan his touch is responsible.

I’m so close to coming, it’s ridiculous. Gabriel leans forward to press his lips to mine, and I gasp in surprise, allowing his tongue to enter my mouth effortlessly. An unfamiliar feeling builds in my chest and my stomach, and Gabriel moves away from my lips. I open my eyes and find his green-brown ones staring into mine, an easy smile on his full lips. His thumb and index finger pinch my most sensitive area before he goes back to tracing circles and sliding his fingers in and out of me. I fall apart under his touch moments later. The sensation is heavenly, stronger than any I have ever felt. Gabriel’s name leaves my lips, and he lets me calm down for a minute before he starts talking to me again.

“It’s incredible how your body responds to me…” Gabriel trails off. He’s lying next to me on his back, with his hands over his erection. I pull half my bottom lip between my teeth and move my fingers down to his waistband. “You don’t have to,” he whispers. He needs to find some kind of release, and I want to be the one to bring it to him.

“I know I don’t have to, but I want to,” I reply and slide my hand up to the waistband of his boxers. “What do you want?” I ask him, and a lovely grin spreads over his face.

“Too much,” he responds and puts his hand on my cheek. “Whatever you’re ready to do.” I nod and move between his legs.

My hands roam over his naked torso, and Gabriel closes his eyes in response. My gaze lingers on his handsome face: the stubble of his beard, his long lashes, the dimples on his cheek, his full lips, and his perfectly shaped eyebrows. I slowly hook my fingers around the waistband of his boxers and wait for his permission. His eyes are open again, and he nods, watching me closely. I slide down his boxers until they drop to the floor. When I see him, I gasp quietly, and my body gets excited. He’s much bigger than Luke and Eduardo, and even though I felt him through his boxers before, I had no idea. I must have been staring too long because Gabriel eventually sits up and puts his hand underneath my chin.

“You don’t have to do this,” he repeats, and I smile wickedly.

Without breaking eye contact, I lick my hand to make it wet. I lean forward, pressing my lips against his neck and wrapping my hand around his length. Gabriel places his right hand down on the bed, his left into my hair, and leans back ever so slightly. My lips move until I find the spot that makes him groan passionately, and my hand moves up and down his shaft. I go slow, making sure the pressure is just right. I want to make sure he’s really enjoying my touch, just like I did his.

“A little faster, chérie,” he says, and I do as I’m told.

My lips finally find his, and he moves his other hand into my hair, grabbing tightly each time he moans. I run my tongue over his hot lips, and he opens his mouth for me. Having his tongue in my mouth or putting mine in his is a different kind of pleasure. I could kiss him for hours and not get tired of it.

“God,” he moans loudly, pulling away from the kiss.

“Cum for me, Gabriel,” I say seductively, and he moans once more before spilling all over my hand and his bedspread.

Gabriel falls backward and breathes in deeply before exhaling loudly. I move off his bed and walk into his attached bathroom to get a towel and wash my hands. Afterward, I start cleaning up the mess Gabriel and I made. Luckily, a lot of his cum landed on the extra blanket at the foot of his bed, and I simply remove it.

“Valentina.” Gabriel tears me out of my focused trance, and I look up at him. “I can do this.”

“I know, but so can I.” Once I’m done, I sit next to Gabriel, who is wearing boxers and a shirt now. I grab my shirt and pull it over my head. My eyes drift to his bookshelf again, and a hundred questions flood my mind, but I decide on one. “Which book is your favorite?” Gabriel takes a strand of my curly hair between his fingers, and a genuine smile spreads over his face.

“I don’t have one.” He pauses to think for a moment. “There is one series I’ve read many times. It’s called ‘Die For Me’,” Gabriel informs me, and my mouth drops.

“Are you serious?” He puts his hand flatly on my collarbone, and his expression becomes more enthusiastic.

“Yes, it’s an excellent book. The idea alone, I don’t know how Amy Plum came up with it. Also, it plays in France, which I like.” I shake my head in disbelief, and Gabriel smirks. “What?”

“I have read Amy Plum’s revenant books at least ten times,” I tell him. Gabriel walks over to his bookshelf, takes one of the books into his hand, and gives it to me. It is a worn-out copy of my favorite book.

“Read the comments the previous owner wrote inside. It will surprise you what they saw, I promise.” I smile at him and place the book back on the shelf, planning on taking it home with me tomorrow. Gabriel drops down on the bed again, and his eyes meet mine. “Are you hungry?”

“No,” I tell him, and his hand reaches out to touch my thigh.

“Do you want to watch a movie?” he asks me, and my heart skips a beat when his hand reaches further back and touches my butt. I nod, answering his question, and he gets up from the bed. My feet bring me to where he’s standing, and I fling my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. He hesitates for a moment, but soon enough, his arms wrap around my body too. “Are you okay, chérie?” he asks me, and I step out of the hug.

“Yes,” I reply in all honesty. I’m more than okay. I’m really happy. “Although, I am getting a little hungry now. Maybe I can have some of your delicious-smelling food.” Gabriel chuckles and places his hands on each side of my face.

“Sure,” he replies, bends down to give me a quick kiss, and smiles.

After dinner, we move to his couch and start watching a movie. Gabriel is sitting on the right side, and I sit down on the left. Something inside me wants to see what he will do, whether he will come closer or stay on his side. After a few minutes, I find Gabriel fiddling with the hem of his sweatshirt. He’s looking at me, and I cock an eyebrow, waiting for him to say what’s on his mind. But he doesn’t say anything. Gabriel simply pats the space next to him on the couch, telling me to come closer. I look away, not moving an inch. A small smile spreads over my lips, and Gabriel gets up from the couch. He pulls me into the air and sits down, so I’m between his legs. His jaw rests in the crook of my neck, and his stubble tickles my skin, yet I’m more than comfortable.

There is so much I want to ask him, so much I’ve never dared to. There is one dominant question lingering in my head. “Is the reason you chose number seven for your car because you lost seven people?” Every Formula One driver gets a number for their car; some get to decide, others don’t, which is why I wonder if he chose it himself or if it is just a coincidence.Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Yes,” he simply replies, and I nod. “But it is more than just that. Both my parents were born on the seventh of the month. So, seven just means the most to me,” he explains, and I turn around to face him. “It’s also a nice coincidence that I met you on the seventeenth of March,” he says and laughs a little.

“You remember the day we met?” Gabriel’s eyes move from mine to my lips and then back up to my eyes.

“How could I not? I started questioning everything the day I met you. It’s kind of hard to forget.” I lift my hand to touch his cheek. Gabriel closes his eyes at the contact of my skin against his. “You are everything I could have ever imagined, and the best part is, I didn’t even have to look for you. You simply walked into my life without any warning, and I wouldn’t have had it any other way.” My eyes are studying his face, but I can’t find anything that could prove he doesn’t mean what he’s saying. Panic settles in my chest, and I turn away from him. I’m feeling too many emotions, and I can’t share any of them with him without admitting how much I truly care for him. Instead of overthinking things, I pull his hand to my mouth and press a kiss to the back of it.

Before the movie even finishes, I fall asleep.