Lucas
Putting my clothes back on, the silence is deafening. I know that this was yet another mistake but at the same time, I don't regret it one bit.
"Why does this keep happening? he is fully clothed and all I see is regret in his eyes.
"I don't know, it doesn't matter. It is just sex.''
He stands up from the grass, a mixture of emotions flickering across his face. "Why do we keep falling into this trap?" he asks, his voice strained.
I let out a bitter laugh, my fingers raking through my disheveled hair. "Because we're both idiots, Gabriel. We let our anger and frustration cloud our judgment, and it always leads us to this."
Gabriel's eyes search mine, his expression a mix of longing and confusion. "This is stupid, whatever this is," he waves his hands in the air "Is fucking stupid and it needs to stop.''
He is panicking and this is the first I have ever seen Gabriel Rivers panic. A slow smile spreads to my face because this is the perfect thing to witness.
"You want me just as much as I want you and there is no denying that.''
He looks away from me as he slowly runs his fingers through his hair.
I step closer to him and he takes a step back "Sex is just sex though, what is the big deal?"
I don't see anything wrong with this but as usual, Gabriel will have to go on and make it more complicated than it is.
"Sex with you is the farthest thing from my mind, it is such a fucking mistake. I fucking hate you, so yeah, this is a big deal.''
His voice is loud and it makes me smile even harder.
I love getting under his skin.
Fuck I love it so much.
As Gabriel's words hang in the air, a mix of anger and desire swirls within me. His declaration of hatred only fuels the fire burning inside. The complexity of our connection dances on a knife's edge, teetering between attraction and animosity.
"You hate me, huh?" I say, my voice dripping with playful arrogance. "Funny, because your actions tell a different story."
He narrows his eyes, frustration etched on his face. "Don't twist my words, Blackwood. This isn't some game to me."
I take another step closer, closing the distance between us. "Isn't it? We're like moths drawn to a flame, Gabriel. You can deny it all you want, but you crave this just as much as I do."
His jaw clenches, his resolve warring with the desire that flickers in his eyes. "It's a mistake, Lucas. We can't let this consume us."
My hand reaches out, gently caressing his cheek. "Maybe it is a mistake. Maybe it's reckless and foolish. But in this moment, all I want is you."
Gabriel's breath hitches, the tension between us palpable. He leans into my touch, his eyes searching mine for answers that neither of us can find. It's a dance we've become all too familiar with, a push and pull that defies reason.
"I hate you," he whispers, his voice laced with longing. "But I can't deny this connection between us."
A surge of triumph courses through me, knowing that he's just as captivated by our forbidden desires as I am. I lean in, my lips hovering millimeters away from his.
For a moment, the world around us fades away, leaving only the electricity of our shared desire. And in that moment, we make a choice.
We succumb to the undeniable pull between us, our lips crashing together in a fierce and passionate kiss. It's a collision of fire and fury, a merging of two souls destined for chaos.
In this tangled web of lust and disdain, we find solace. We lose ourselves in the heat of the moment, knowing that the consequences will be inevitable. But for now, we choose to indulge in the forbidden, letting desire guide our every move.
*******
"This is stupid,'' he repeats as I plant kisses all over him. I am enjoying myself too much and it seems like he is too.
"But does it feel good?" I ask him, I need the words from him.
Instead, he nods his head slowly as he clings unto me. Gabriel might hate me, he might hate my pack but he likes whatever it is we are doing and I do too.
"Then let me help you. Lets have fun and continue hating each other.'' I push for him to agree to this. I don't even know what I am proposing but I want him to give in and stop being so fucking stubborn.
He kisses me hard and I moan into his mouth. His hands are all over my body, touching every inch of me. This is what I love, the touch of a man. I like the hardness, the roughness of his body. I like his hands on me, the way he touches me and the way i respond to his touches.
There is fire, and intensity that is slowly taking over my inhibitions'.
"You are insane.''
I know we cant continue doing this out in the open, someone is bound to catch us and i don't want this to end before it even begins.
But I can't help myself. I want him so badly. I want to feel his body against mine, to taste him, to be consumed by him. I want him to be mine, even if just for a moment.
"Maybe I am insane," I reply, pulling him closer to me. "But doesn't it feel good to be a little crazy sometimes?"
He doesn't answer, but I can feel his hesitation slowly fading away. His hands roam over my body, igniting sparks of pleasure with every touch. I can't resist him anymore, I need him.
I push him against the nearest tree, kissing him hungrily. He responds eagerly, his body pressing into mine. I can feel his hardness against me, and it sends shivers down my spine.
I reach down, pulling his shirt up and over his head, revealing his toned chest. My fingers trail over his skin, tracing every curve and dip. He moans, arching his back as I continue to explore his body.
"Agree to this and no one will ever have to know. I will be your dirty fucking secret."
I am playing with fire and i know this but i will gladly take whatever this is with open arms.
"Fuck Blackwood, why does that sound like the sexiest thing that has ever come out of your mouth," he pulls away slightly and the sight is unraveling.
I chuckle.
It is already clear to me that he is giving in to this and nothing can stop us.
"How do we do this?" he asks in between kisses.
I smile "However. You call the shots. Hate me in public but let me fuck you the way i want in my bed."