Abel (5th Street #4)
Prologue
“I’m game if
you’re game,” Nellie said, staring at him anxiously.
A man’s burning
urges often ignore all logic. Abel Ayala knew this was all this was. A day of
sipping on cocktails and lying around the deck of a cruise ship watching
scantily-clad bikini-wearing women giving him the go-ahead smiles had done it
to him. But now he stood here staring into Nellie Gamboa’s eyes, a divorcee
eight years older than he was who from what he’d heard was still carrying a
load of emotional baggage—probably still held a torch for her ex as well. She
was someone he would not and should not
be thinking of in terms of releasing some sexual tension, damn it.
The fact that
she’d turned her life around after what had been hailed by his friend’s wife
and Nellie’s best friend, Roni, as one of the most grueling experiences any
woman could go through didn’t help. She’d gone and shaped up and did a complete
makeover from the mousy woman he once remembered her as. If he didn’t know it,
he’d never even guess this sexy-as-hell woman would be hitting thirty soon. The
sexual tension between them had been a living breathing thing and going on for
months now. Only up until now he thought he might be imagining her requited
feelings of lust.
His twenty-two-year-old
ass had no business with a woman her age—no business getting involved with
Roni’s best friend—especially knowing full well that he’d never take a
relationship with her seriously. But this changed things. Nellie was telling
him she was all for a no-strings-attached relationship. She was as interested
in anything serious as he was. Coming off what she called the divorce from hell,
she said she wanted to live it up now. He was glad for the liquid courage
Nellie’s wine had provided. She said she was all for a fun-and-run experience
and she’d had her eye on him for some time.
It was still a
risk, his brain reasoned. Things could sour. This could even cause a rift
between him and his good friend’s wife if any hurt feelings came from this. But
the already throbbing parts of his body said otherwise.
She tilted her
head in that sexy way she did so often with curved lips that practically called
out for his. To hell with logic! Pulling her delicate frame against his immediately
released some of the pent-up tension that had been building every time he’d
been around her lately.
Swallowing hard,
he stared at those lips—lips he’d wondered far too many times what they must
taste like. “Hell yeah, I’m game,” he said as he took her mouth in his. Feeling
a desire like none he’d ever felt before, he kissed her deeply, sucking her
tongue, her lips. Damn, he wanted to eat her up.
He’d been fighting
it—over thinking it—for months. This was just his ever-so-curious body’s
reaction to finally giving into a longing that had peaked tonight as they’d
enjoyed a few friendly dances. That’s all it was. But he needed more than just
a kiss now. God he wanted so much
more, and since she was game . . . He pulled away from her just long enough to
catch his breath and take a look around the almost-empty deck.
“I’d invite you
back to my room, but Hector and Charlee might—”
She tugged his
hand and was already on the move. “Let’s go back to mine.”
The second the
elevator doors closed, Abel pushed her against the wall, pulling her by the
waist to him, and his mouth and tongue sucked at every inch of hers. She panted
softly, running her fingers through his hair as he moved down to her soft neck
and sucked softly then a little rougher.
As the moving
elevator came to a stop, Abel tore himself away. No sooner had the doors opened
when they were out in a rush to her room. They turned the corner down the long
corridor of rooms.
“How far down?”
Abel asked.
“All the way to
the end,” she replied, taking even longer strides.
Feeling crazed
with anticipation, Abel’s eyes searched for the ice/vending machine room like
the one on his floor. The moment he saw it, he pulled her in it.
He answered her
confused expression with a kiss as he closed the door and pushed her against
it. “I need to refuel.”
All right, he
needed to get laid more often. This was ridiculous. Obviously he’d been
spending too much time training and not enough socializing, because he’d never
felt this kind of urgency. Duly noted—he’d move a few things around in his
schedule. She lifted her leg, bringing it around him.
“Careful,” he
warned, biting her lower lip, “or I may just finish you up right here.”
“Do it,” was her
only response and he froze.
Pulling back to
look in her eyes, he could see she was serious. “Right here?” He asked, his
hand already traveling down under her dress.
She nodded as his
fingers felt the dampness between her legs and how hot she already was, pushing
his heart into overdrive. He squeezed his eyes shut as he leaned his forehead
against hers. “Sweetheart, don’t play with me.”
“I’m not,” she
assured him breathlessly.
Abel opened his
eyes, looking down at her big brown eyes. Up until that moment, he’d never
noticed the golden specks that were sprinkled throughout. The desire he saw in
them now was as urgent as his own, although he didn’t miss the slightest bit of
apprehension. He couldn’t blame her. Anyone could walk in on them, though he
was certain he’d be able to hold the door closed against the force of any one
person or maybe two if they pushed against it. At least until he was sure she
was decent. But he didn’t want her doing anything she wasn’t completely certain
about.
“Are you sure
about this?” He slipped his finger under her panties, her moisture inviting him
all the way in.
She gasped,
closing her eyes at his touch and nodded. “The kiss on the deck,” she said, her
eyes remaining closed. Abel stared at her lips as she continued to speak a
little more breathlessly with every caress of his finger to her silky wet skin.
“The elevator . . . This . . . It’s exciting. I’ve never done something so . .
.”
Nellie stopped to
swallow, licking her lips, and Abel kissed her before she could finish. She
didn’t have to. Suddenly the need to make this happen for her, make this
experience with him be one she’d never forget, took over. It was just an ego
thing. Nothing more. What guy didn’t like knowing they were a woman’s
first anything?
Abel reached for
his wallet, but his lips never left hers. She kissed him back just as urgently,
her hands grasping the front of his shirt. She gasped harder at the sound of
his zipper opening. So he stopped and looked at her wide eyes. “I’m sure,” she
said before he could ask again, pulling him to her, and he groaned against her
mouth.
Working fast, he
got the condom on and reached under her sundress, pulling her panties down.
When they hit the floor, he lifted her easily off the ground. “Wrap your legs
around me.”
She did and he
adjusted her, groaning loudly as he entered her. Kissing her harder now as he
fucked her against the door, he tried in vain to stifle his moaning, but it
felt so damn good to be inside her. Here he’d been under the assumption that women
who had been married, especially for several years, wouldn’t be this tight. She
was tighter than some of the younger women he’d been with, and it felt just too
damn good to finally be doing what he could only fantasize about up until now—so good it was almost alarming.
With her arms
tightly wound around his neck, she began to pant with every thrust, and he went
even harder, her panting growing more frantic as he felt her begin to pulsate
around him each time he slid into her. Just as her entire body began to tremble
with pleasure, he felt her arms tighten around his neck as she pulled her mouth
away from him to breathe and cry out. Abel couldn’t hold it any longer either.
Groaning again, he came in an explosive climax. Sinking deep inside her, he
pushed his body against hers, burying his face in her sweet neck. Nellie clung
onto him for dear life, gasping for air.
“We’re…” Nellie
started to say before stopping to catch her breath, “still going back to my
room, right?”
Abel smiled,
squeezing her naked behind and looked up into her somewhat embarrassed eyes.
“You bet this hot little ass we are. That was just an appetizer. I hope you
have all night, because what I have in mind is gonna take that long.”
Her eyes sparkled
now with excitement and she nodded. Hot damn! She was going to be more fun than
he’d expected.
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The sound coming
from Nellie’s phone again woke them both. Abel had actually woken up a few
hours prior when it had beeped a few times. Now it was ringing. He’d almost
snuck out earlier while she slept soundly as he had all the other times. She hadn’t
even stirred from the phone beeping. But he got caught up watching Nellie
sleep. He knew now he must’ve dozed off again because the last thing he
remembered was lying back on the pillow to gaze at that peaceful very content expression on her face.
Not missing the
surprised double take she did when she realized he was still in bed with her, Abel
smirked, watching her reach for her phone. The second she glanced at the screen, she sat up
quickly.
“Shit! Is that the
right time?”
“Long exhausting
nights will do that to you.” Abel didn’t even try to hide the immense satisfaction the
very thought gave him. Bringing his hands behind his head in no hurry at
all to get going, he smiled smugly. In fact, he couldn’t think of anything
better than sticking around and going a few more rounds with Nellie. “But it’s
Saturday, so it’s okay to sleep in, right?”
Nellie’s phone
rang again, and already she was making her way off of the bed. “Yeah, but I’m
supposed to meet someone this morning.” Grabbing a robe from the chair next to
her bed, she flung it around her and held her hand up to Abel, while clicking
the screen on her phone and bringing it to her ear before he could ask who she
was meeting. “Logan? I’m so sorry. I’m running really late, but I can meet you
in like forty minutes?”
In direct contrast
to how fast he felt his insides warm, Abel sat up slowly, staring at her. He’d
had a feeling from day one that if it ever came down to it that he might be a
little bothered to hear about her with someone else. It was to be expected,
right? Human nature. But he hadn’t expected to feel what he was feeling now.
“Oh, The Country
Kitchen sounds delish. Their breakfasts are huge and I’m starving actually.”
He continued to
stare at her with a bit of curiosity and something else as she rummaged through
her drawers. This had to be business.
No way was she jumping out of bed with him to go meet another guy for
breakfast. Sure they had an unspoken understanding—no fucking demands and all
that shit—but he’d been certain Nellie had more class than this. Was she really
chatting it up with another dude while he was still lying naked in her bed
listening to her?
The rest of her
conversation with the guy was frustrating. The guy was obviously doing most of
the talking because she wasn’t saying much more than “uh huh,” so she wasn’t
giving him much more to go on about who this Logan guy was.
The choice of
clothes she laid out on the bed as she continued with her call only made his
insides warmer. Instead of a business suit like the ones that drove him nuts,
she laid out a pair of jeans and casual knit top. As off-putting as the idea of
her wearing a sexy skirt suit to go meet Logan
at the Country Kitchen was, it would’ve at least meant this was for sure a
business meeting, not a casual breakfast date with a guy.
He’d gotten out of
bed himself now and watched as she brought out the big sexy wedge sandals from
her closet. She finally hung up just as he’d finished pulling on his pants. He
stared at her as he buttoned his fly, doing his best to keep his cool. If he
blew up now, this whole thing could come to an end, as he’d known it would from
the beginning, but he didn’t know if he was ready to end this just yet.
“I’m sorry,” she
explained, still rushing around the room. “I don’t mean to run out on you like
this, but if I’d have known you’d still be here this morning, I could’ve
cancelled this last night.” She paused her rushing for a moment to glance at
him a bit uneasy. “I just assumed, you know, like all the other times . . .”
She looked away before she added the last comment. “That you’d be gone when I
woke.”
Swallowing hard,
he took in a slow breath. No way was he going to blow this. He knew he was
walking on a tightrope. One wrong move and he could go down head first or
worse. He could do the very thing they’d both said they wouldn’t do, and the
tightrope could snap altogether, leaving no possibility of climbing back on.
But he had to ask. “Who’s Logan?”
