Abel

Chapter 4 - Part 1

The sound coming from Nellie's phone woke them both up. Abel had actually woken up a few hours before 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 and staring at her.

Not missing the 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 saw it, she sat up quickly.

"Shit! Is that the right time?"

Abel nodded. "Long exhausting nights will do that to you." He didn't even try to hide the satisfaction that the very thought made him feel. 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 the bed. "Yeah, but I was supposed to meet someone this morning." Grabbing a robe from the chair next to her bed, she flung the short barely-there thing around her. She held her hand up to Abel, clicking the screen on her phone then bringing it to her ear before he could ask who she was meeting. "Logan? I'm so sorry. I'm running really late, but can I 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 he, might be a little bothered to hear about her with someone else. It was to be expected, right? It was 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 staring at her, feeling 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 even more frustrating. The guy was obviously doing most of the talking because she wasn't saying much more than "uh huh." She wasn't giving Abel 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 business attire like the suits that drove him nuts, she laid out a pair of jeans and a 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 that 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. He'd known from the beginning that it inevitably had to end, 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 known you'd still be here this morning, I would've canceled this last night." She paused her rushing for a moment to glance at him a bit uneasily. "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 up."

Swallowing hard, he took a deep 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 each said they wouldn't do and the tightrope could snap altogether, leaving no possibility of trying to climb back on. But he had to ask. "Who's Logan?"

She glanced at him for just a second before looking back down into the drawer she was now shuffling through. "He's working on the mixer with me. Now that we have all the funding, we need to sit down and decide what the best way is to go about this and get as much out of the fundraiser as possible."

While Nellie continued to explain how normally she didn't work on weekends, Abel half listened. He was already undoing his fly as he walked around the bed toward her. Knowing that this was, in fact, a business meeting and not something that had nearly set him off, he needed to release some of the tension that had built up so quickly.

A bit startled but immediately smiling as he took her hand and pulled her to him, Nellie kissed him back, as ravished as Abel felt. "I'm already late," she gasped in between kisses.

Lifting her to the bed, Abel smiled. "I'll make this fast."

He opened her robe as he laid her down gently. Exposing her naked body, Abel stared at her, pushing away the possessive mentality that now dangerously began to swallow up any sound thoughts of keeping this fun and uncomplicated. As much as he wanted to spread her legs, drop down to his knees, and pleasure her until she was screaming his name as she had last night, he now wanted to be inside her again—to remind her that she didn't need anyone else as long as he was willing to fuck her into oblivion.

Pulling the condom out of his pocket and ripping it open, he slipped a finger in her to make sure she was ready. Smiling with the confirmation that she was more than ready, he pulled her behind off the edge of the bed, and she wrapped her legs around him. Then he did exactly what he'd wanted to—slammed into her with a purpose, squeezing his eyes shut. Again he was overwhelmed with feelings of wanting to—needing to—make to make an unspoken statement here. Her gasping moans as he fucked her faster and deeper with conviction made it all the more pleasurable. This was his secret sinful way of punishing her so good for having made him feel even for a few moments what he'd felt while she'd been on the phone.

Nellie trembled and moaned with pleasure, her bottom in the air now. As Abel grabbed her ass with both hands and plunged into her harder and harder groaning loudly, things were becoming clearer. There was no mistake about it. There was something so much more satisfying about doing this to her now, something more than just the physical ecstasy of it. He could no longer say that this was only about the sex with the certainty and conviction he'd had when they'd first started this—whatever this was.

As much as he hated to admit it, and as much as he'd like to think he could keep his feelings under control, he felt firsthand today how easily that self-control could go up in smoke if he ever had to be witness to or even hear about Nellie with someone else. Last night he'd had a couple of other revelations. What he was feeling for her now had surpassed anything he'd thought he'd imagined in the previous times he'd spent time with her. He even thought he saw something in her gaze when he called her beautiful. The sparkle in her eyes when he told her how beautiful he thought she was, almost made him say more than he should. Then the infuriating reminder came hurling at him as it did now.

Nellie might be enjoying this as much as he was, but she'd made one thing perfectly clear last night: She was great with this arrangement, and "things were for the best this way." The reminder of her words and the very thought of Noah saying she wanted to let loose had him squeezing her ass a little tighter now—slamming into her even harder. She may be great with this arrangement, but after today, he wasn't so sure he was anymore. Things just may've gotten complicated.

More to come!