Take Me On

  Chapter Eighteen

  It was Candace who answered Gabby’s knock at Brian’s apartment this time, looking adorably disheveled with her blonde hair pinned up. She wore slouchy sweats and a T-shirt that could’ve been Brian’s for the way it swallowed her. She greeted Gabby brightly and invited her in.

  “How are you feeling?” Gabby asked as she entered the apartment, almost identical in layout to Ian’s. A warm vanilla aroma drifted in from the kitchen that made her mouth water.

  “Not too bad lately. How are you feeling?” Candace’s grin and the knowing tone of her question alerted Gabby to the fact that Brian hadn’t been inclined to keep her own condition a secret from his fiancée. She followed Candace into the kitchen.

  “I’m okay. Still a little sick in the mornings.”

  “Me too. I heard you went to the hospital, though. Everything okay now?” Candace bent down to peer into the oven, where obviously something sweet and decadent was baking.

  “Seems to be. Is Brian around?”

  “I sent him to the store. Should be back any minute. I realized I had no icing for the cupcakes.”

  Gabby laughed, taking a seat at the bar that separated the kitchen from the living room. “You’re going to make him gain weight.”

  “He’s already spending double time at the gym. I think he’ll be all right. Me, on the other hand…” Candace rolled her eyes. “Every day I say I’ll try to do better, and every night I’m in here baking.”

  “So…when are you guys going to break the news?”

  Her face darkened. “Well—” She paused when the front door opened, and Gabby turned to smile at Brian as he entered, carrying what looked like a ton of grocery bags, and kicked the door closed behind him.

  “Isn’t that sweeeet,” Gabby said with pure syrup in her voice.

  “If my hands weren’t full, I’d so flip you off right now,” he said, trudging into the kitchen, where he heaved the bags onto the counter.

  “I said icing,” Candace laughed, looking over the pile of white plastic bags. “Only icing.”

  “Yeah, well, who the fuck knows what you’ll come up with tomorrow night. I got everything we could conceivably be running low on.” He grinned and planted a kiss on the side of her bared neck. “Forethought.”

  “Aw, you’re awesome.” She smacked him on the butt, and he made a grab for hers, but she twirled away, giggling. God, could they be any more sickening?

  “Where’s Ian?” Brian asked, beginning the task of putting all the groceries up.

  “At his place. I haven’t seen him yet tonight, but I’m headed over there in a minute.”

  “He’s welcome, you know, if you want to call him to come over.”

  “Thank you for that. Really. But I kind of wanted to talk to you first.”

  “Everything okay?” Brian looked over at her, blue eyes wary beneath the bill of his black baseball cap. It warmed her a bit that her little brother still looked ready to kick some ass on her behalf if she said the word, even though it would be his friend on the receiving end and not a guy he hadn’t liked much anyway. Blood really was thicker than water with Brian.

  “Mom is on my ass because of him.”

  “Why?”

  “She thinks he’s trying to weasel his way into our fortune or something.”

  “Oh my God. That’s fuckin’ ridiculous.” Brian erupted at the same time Candace made a similar exclamation. “Do you want me to talk to her?”

  “I don’t know. I mean, whatever, she can think what she wants, I guess, but…he doesn’t deserve that. It’s not like we were planning a wedding, but she makes it sound like I’ll be out on my ass if I try to set up anything permanent with him.”

  “I can’t believe that,” Candace said, shaking her head. “Your mom is always so cool.”

  “You didn’t grow up with her,” Brian said.

  “Well, you didn’t grow up with mine,” Candace countered. “Believe me, I consider your mom cool.”

  “Not about this.” Gabby stared down at her hands, where her fingers were laced so tightly together that her knuckles had gone white. “Maybe if, um…you guys would go ahead and announce, it would get all the focus off me?”

  Brian and Candace both looked at her for a moment, then at each other.

  “We weren’t planning to do that yet,” Brian said at last.

  “Okay. Why not?”

  “We’re going to get married first.”

  “What?”

  “Like, this weekend.”

  Gabby heard all the words, but she couldn’t process them. “What?”

  “I always warned y’all we were gonna run off and do it. Did you think I was joking about that? You ought to know me better.”

  Sighing, Gabby shook her head. “I know you always said that. I’d just hoped we might be able to change your mind.”

  Brian scoffed and returned to his chore. “Shit, no. We know what we’d be taking on with her family, and now you tell me Mom’s frazzled, so fuck all that. We’re going to take care of things, come back and say, ‘Here’s what’s going on, here’s what we did about it, fucking deal with it.’ I’m sick of the bullshit, Gab. We’re all grown-ass adults but you’d think we’re still teenagers for the way our parents want to have their hands all in our business.”

  “I hear you,” she said quietly.

  “We’ll move before we deal with it much longer, just leave it all behind. Evan had the right idea.”

  “He never had to put up with this much, though,” Gabby pointed out.

  “Yeah, he’s a fucking saint. I’m not. And I’m not gonna pretend to be one. You shouldn’t either, sis. If you want to be with Ian, then fucking be with him. You have my blessing, anyway. Jesus Christ.”

  She had to chuckle, because Brian kept gesturing wildly with various boxes of food items as he ranted, and finally he shoved them in place and slammed the cabinet door as if the entire conversation had agitated him beyond control. Candace flinched, and Gabby sent her a sympathetic smile. Her little brother could be a hothead, but certainly it wasn’t the first time Candace had witnessed it. It had to be a burden on her, since her family was a huge part of their problem.

  “What do you think they’re going to say?” Gabby asked her, and Candace didn’t have to ask whom she meant.

  “Oh, they’ll be furious.” Her petite hands drifted down to her belly, hidden beneath Brian’s three-sizes-too-big shirt, and she shrugged before dropping them back to her sides. “But I’m with him on every point. I’m sick of it all. We planned to do this all along, but me getting pregnant has kinda put a rush on things.”

  Gabby shifted her gaze back to Brian. “So this weekend, you said.”

  “We’re going to fly to Vegas. She got our plane tickets today.”

  “I’m happy for you guys. I really am. But…dammit! I so wanted a big wedding for you.”

  “We never wanted that,” Brian said.

  “Nope,” Candace agreed, shaking her head. “Never.”

  “Is it not what you want, though, or is it yet another thing you’re letting your family dictate for you, Candace? The need to run away instead of having to deal with them through a big wedding?” Funny she was asking that. Wasn’t she allowing her family to dictate plenty for her right now?

  “I see what you’re saying, but honestly, he’s all I need. I don’t need a crowd or a white dress or any of that crap. Hell, I’d rather get married in black.”

  Brian grinned. “That’s my girl.”

  God. Gabriella could only imagine how the Andrews family would react to something like that. Police cars and ambulances came to mind. How could it be that she wished so hard for things for Brian that she wouldn’t want for herself? If eloping was what they wanted, could Gabby really blame them? The memory of being the excited, nervous, expectant bride came back, rising around her like a flood intent on sweeping her away. And that moment when she’d had all of it ripped out from under her in one simple sentence from Evan.

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p; “Gabby, he’s not here.”

  Not that Brian would ever in a million years do to Candace what Mark had done to Gabby—but still. If she could ever be talked into going through with the whole thing again—and that was a big if—she would never want to set herself up for such failure again.

  Failure… It didn’t necessarily have to happen at the altar, though, did it? It could happen years later and still blindside her as severely as it had that day, still rip her world apart.

  Maybe it wasn’t weddings she had such a problem with… It was marriage. The entire institution of it.

  Hell, maybe it didn’t go that far. Maybe it was relationships. They might work for other people, but for her, they had always been another arena for failure to whip her ass. One she didn’t need right now.

  She forced words past the strangled feeling in her throat, since Candace and Brian were probably waiting for her thoughts on the situation at hand. “I see. You’re not sparing yourself from them so much as you’re sparing them a coronary.”

  Candace laughed. “Yeah, you could look at it like that.”

  Maybe she’d also be a failure at being a parent. Maybe it would all overwhelm her, and not only would she fail at relationships and parenthood, but all of it combined would crush her to the point that she would be a failure at med school too.

  God, she couldn’t breathe.

  “Keep me informed,” she blurted, sliding off her seat. Her brother and his soon-to-be wife stared after her in confusion as she made her way to the door.

  “Hey, are you all right?” Brian called.

  “Fine. Call me.” And she let herself out into the sticky night, which was just as close and suffocating as the walls in that apartment had become.

  She could run the fuck away right now. Right now, at this very moment, she was free. She could jump in her car, speed all the way to Dallas and get back to her life for as long as her pregnancy would allow. She could put any big decisions off until forced to make them.

  Exhaustion lapped at her limbs as she trudged back to Ian’s apartment. She didn’t bother knocking, knowing he expected her anyway. He’d left it unlocked for her.

  How was she going to face him now?

  Ian knew something was wrong with Gabby as soon as she walked in. She moved as if there were weights in all her limbs…but as soon as her troubled green gaze found him sitting on the couch, she darted forward. He stood, the Rangers game forgotten as she all but threw herself into his chest.

  “Gabby? What’s the matter?”

  “I don’t know.”

  He chuckled, stroking her hair. It was the answer he’d expected from her, but he knew better. “Baby.”

  Sighing, she lifted her weary gaze to his. “I’m just… I leave next week, and the thought of everything I have to do and deal with…it’s getting to me. That’s all.”

  “Are you sure?”

  She nodded, tracing a pattern on his shirt with one fingertip. “Hey.” He nudged her chin up with the crook of his finger. “I’m here for you. Do you need help with anything? Tell me if you do.”

  “No, I’ve got it. It’s weird, though. I kept looking at moving back there as getting my life back…but I guess I’m realizing it’s an entirely new life now. Nothing is the same.”

  “Understandable. But you’re tough. You’ll adjust.”

  “I know.”

  It was so blatantly obvious there was more than that troubling her. But it was also plain to him that trying to get it out of her at this point was useless. As wearily as she’d trudged in, she practically vibrated with tension.

  “I feel like I’m going crazy,” she admitted, and he raised his eyebrows. “My emotions are, like, all over the damn place.” She stared searchingly into his eyes, that direct gaze stirring up some pretty hectic emotions in him too. She was leaving next week. He had a lot of hard decisions to make, and soon.

  How would he cope when she wasn’t here? He hadn’t wanted to think about it much, had shoved the thought from his mind when it tried to invade. In such a short time, she’d made a substantial impact. It was more than the fact she carried his child. Even before he’d known about that, it had been tough to exorcise her from his thoughts.

  “Kiss me?” she whispered, making it a request when she usually made demands. And he knew where this would go once he gave in. He was worn too ragged from holding off last night.

  “If I do,” he murmured, leaning his forehead against hers, “I won’t want to stop. Are you okay with that?”

  Her fingers slid around his neck. “I am.”

  Lifting his hands to her face, he brought her mouth to his. A soft breath escaped her as his lips claimed hers. Shuddering desperation overtook him, heating his blood to the boiling point. She tasted so fucking good. Everywhere.

  Her hands slid under his shirt, nails scratching lightly as she lifted it and urged his arms upward so she could remove it. He returned the favor, fitting her naked skin to his, then worked on removing her bra.

  “I want you to do all the things you promised last night,” she whispered as it fluttered to the floor at their feet.

  “Ah. Hmm… What did I promise again?”

  “All kinds of awesome stuff.”

  “Yeah? Can you remind me?” He grinned. He knew damn well what he’d promised, mainly because he’d been thinking about it all day.

  She gave his bottom lip a flick with her tongue, then sucked it gently. Fuck, yes. He’d been semi-hard thinking about doing that very thing to her clit, imagining her reaction, that sound she made. Now, with her demonstration and the reality of it imminent, he was already straining his fly.

  “I think I might know what you’re talking about,” he murmured when she gave him back control of his bottom lip. “What else?”

  Her warm palms came to his face, holding him in place as the tip of her sweet tongue slipped past his lips, then slowly pulled back. Then slipped deeper… Just as he was about to lose it and suck it hard into his mouth, she pulled it back again. “Fuck,” he breathed.

  “Ian…” She leaned down and kissed his bare chest, trailing her tongue along some of his ink lines. Her hand drifted lower, cupping his erection, rubbing it through his jeans. The friction coupled with the warm sweeps of her tongue had him tilting his head back and groaning. Her fingers fiddled with his belt, the metal tinkling as she undid it. Then his button…his zipper…and oh, holy shit, his cock was free and in her hands. She stroked with just the right amount of pressure, enough to entice but not enough to take him too close to the edge.

  “You’re gorgeous,” she murmured, the heavy silk of her hair sliding against his chest as she looked down at him. She was gorgeous. He burned with the need to show her how much. Pulling her upright, he slid down on his knees, kissing her breast until he reached her nipple and sucked it gently. While he distracted her there, he peeled her yoga pants from her body, leaving her in her silky purple panties. Her fingers curled around his neck, stroking, raising chills along his spine.

  God, that her touch alone could have such an effect on him… His breath rasped through his lungs. His pulse throbbed—he could feel it everywhere. Gabby’s scent could make him drunk all by itself, but when coupled with her smooth body beneath his fingers, his mouth… He could OD on her.

  He hooked his fingers in her panties and pulled them down. She stepped out of them, gloriously naked in front of him. He took in the slender curves of her body, the sexy dip of her navel. With one fingertip, he traced a line from between her breasts, down her stomach, to the neat, thin strip of hair between her legs.

  And she trembled. Beautiful, confident Gabriella Ross shivered before him—whether from nerves or lust, he didn’t know. Didn’t care. All he knew was that she was a gift, maybe some divine or karmic reward for surviving some of the bullshit he’d been through, and he would treasure her.

  Wetness greeted his finger when he pushed into her cleft. So slick, so soft. He quested deeper and she spread her legs wider to give him better access. L
eaning forward, he swept his tongue over her little bud.

  “Oh!” she cried, and her knees nearly buckled at the touch. Was she so close already? He glanced behind her and gave her a nudge backwards.

  “Sit down, baby.”

  Right behind her was an armchair; she settled in it, and he promptly spread her legs so that each one draped over an arm of the chair. She gasped, and the way her hand drifted toward the junction of her thighs, he thought she was going to cover herself.

  “Okay?” he whispered, placing a kiss on her knee.

  She nodded quickly, and he smiled.

  “Beautiful.”

  Her green eyes lit up. He leaned in and tasted her, groaning as her flavor hit his tongue. How he’d missed it. And she was leaving him? He was letting her?

  The thought unleashed aggression he hadn’t expected. Holding her thighs open, he sucked her long and deep as she gasped and squirmed and thrust at him. He kept the control. He kissed and licked her in just the way he knew wouldn’t make her come. It was a need he seemed to have… She liked control everywhere else; he wanted it here. They could make it work. As she shuddered and came in his mouth, her cries reaching a pitch that probably woke his neighbors, he had the thought that he would gladly do this every night for her.

  “God, oh God…” she groaned, melting back into the chair. Her tongue swept across her cherry lips; her own fingers were sunk in her dark hair. He thought it all the time, yes, but she was absolutely the most beautiful fucking thing he’d ever seen. All smooth, taut, olive skin. Flawless. Too damn perfect, the way she gave herself to him.

  And he couldn’t wait to have her. Quickly reaching back for his wallet, he grabbed the condom out and sheathed himself. Remembering his promise, he teased her as he entered her body. Slowly, so slowly, feeling, watching her pussy stretch around his straining cock, so big inside her narrow channel. Her head tossed, and she practically purred in bliss. He bit down on the inside of his cheek with the effort to keep from giving it to her hard and fast. That wasn’t what she’d asked for.

  So much for his having control.