twice more
and he could feel his groin tightening. He tried to hold back, tried to stop
the orgasm that was rushing through him, but the combination of her hard nipple
against his palm and her soft hand touching his cock made it impossible.
He climaxed with a loud shout, his hips pumping against her
hand as he came all over her hand and the front of his underwear. He had
barely caught his breath when embarrassment flooded through him. He stared
down at her, groaning at the look of surprise on her face, and he pulled his
hand free of her bra and shirt and wrenched her hand out of his shorts.
He scrambled to his feet, wincing a little at the pain in
his side, and she sat up. “Gabe…”
“I’m sorry.” His face was bright red and he couldn’t look
at her. “I’m so sorry Morgan.”
He turned and fled, leaving her staring after him in
confusion.
Chapter 9
Gabe wiped the steam off the bathroom mirror and stared at
the scorched landscape of his upper body. It really was hideous he thought, as
he leaned forward and ran his fingers over his face. He traced the missing
half of his eyebrow, before running his fingers down his cheek and neck.
He left the bathroom abruptly and began to get dressed. He
had avoided Morgan for three days. He had locked the door of the farmhouse so
she couldn’t let herself in, and hidden like a little kid in the kitchen when
she had knocked on his door a couple of times.
On the third day he could hear the frustration in her voice
when she had shouted through the door. “Gabe, this is ridiculous! You have to
come out of that darn house sometime. Just talk to me - please.”
That night, when Sally had shown up after work, he had
finally manned up and told her that while he appreciated her help, he was doing
fine and he didn’t need her to drop by anymore. She had been surprised but
accepted it, and he had panicked a little when she invited him to her house for
dinner on the weekend.
He had mumbled some excuse and she had given him a watery
smile and made him promise to at least call her on the weekend. He had agreed
hastily while steering her towards the door.
Once she was gone, he had given himself a pep talk,
swallowed his pride, and walked to the carriage house. Morgan had been sitting
on the porch smoking a cigarette and he had eased into the chair beside her.
“Hi Morgan.”
“Oh, so you’re talking to me now?” She replied.
“Yes. I came here to apologize for what happened in the
barn. I – our friendship is really important to me and I don’t want to ruin
it.”
“And you think what happened in the barn will ruin it?” She
tapped the long grey ash on her cigarette into the ashtray.
“Yeah, I guess I do.” He stared down at his hands, partly
because he was too embarrassed to look her in the eye and partly because if he
looked at her he might try and kiss her. Kissing her was a very bad idea. He
had humiliated himself enough.
“It’s already awkward between us. I just want it to go back
to the way it was.” He lied and cracked his knuckles nervously. If she
refused, if she said that she wanted more, he would do whatever she asked. He
hated the thought of her looking at his ruined flesh, touching it with her soft
fingers and seeing the ugliness up close, but he also wanted her in his bed on
a level that was close to desperation.
She sighed. “That’s fine. I want that too. It’s my fault
anyway. It’s been a long time since I – I’ve been with anyone, and maybe Andy
dumping me brought my self-confidence down. I guess I just needed to feel
wanted and I took advantage of you. I’m sorry Gabriel.”
He glanced at her quickly but she was staring out at the
garden, the cigarette between her fingers forgotten. He swallowed the
disappointment rising in his throat. She was just lonely. She had kissed him
and touched him not because she wanted him, but because she was lonely.
and he could feel his groin tightening. He tried to hold back, tried to stop
the orgasm that was rushing through him, but the combination of her hard nipple
against his palm and her soft hand touching his cock made it impossible.
He climaxed with a loud shout, his hips pumping against her
hand as he came all over her hand and the front of his underwear. He had
barely caught his breath when embarrassment flooded through him. He stared
down at her, groaning at the look of surprise on her face, and he pulled his
hand free of her bra and shirt and wrenched her hand out of his shorts.
He scrambled to his feet, wincing a little at the pain in
his side, and she sat up. “Gabe…”
“I’m sorry.” His face was bright red and he couldn’t look
at her. “I’m so sorry Morgan.”
He turned and fled, leaving her staring after him in
confusion.
Chapter 9
Gabe wiped the steam off the bathroom mirror and stared at
the scorched landscape of his upper body. It really was hideous he thought, as
he leaned forward and ran his fingers over his face. He traced the missing
half of his eyebrow, before running his fingers down his cheek and neck.
He left the bathroom abruptly and began to get dressed. He
had avoided Morgan for three days. He had locked the door of the farmhouse so
she couldn’t let herself in, and hidden like a little kid in the kitchen when
she had knocked on his door a couple of times.
On the third day he could hear the frustration in her voice
when she had shouted through the door. “Gabe, this is ridiculous! You have to
come out of that darn house sometime. Just talk to me - please.”
That night, when Sally had shown up after work, he had
finally manned up and told her that while he appreciated her help, he was doing
fine and he didn’t need her to drop by anymore. She had been surprised but
accepted it, and he had panicked a little when she invited him to her house for
dinner on the weekend.
He had mumbled some excuse and she had given him a watery
smile and made him promise to at least call her on the weekend. He had agreed
hastily while steering her towards the door.
Once she was gone, he had given himself a pep talk,
swallowed his pride, and walked to the carriage house. Morgan had been sitting
on the porch smoking a cigarette and he had eased into the chair beside her.
“Hi Morgan.”
“Oh, so you’re talking to me now?” She replied.
“Yes. I came here to apologize for what happened in the
barn. I – our friendship is really important to me and I don’t want to ruin
it.”
“And you think what happened in the barn will ruin it?” She
tapped the long grey ash on her cigarette into the ashtray.
“Yeah, I guess I do.” He stared down at his hands, partly
because he was too embarrassed to look her in the eye and partly because if he
looked at her he might try and kiss her. Kissing her was a very bad idea. He
had humiliated himself enough.
“It’s already awkward between us. I just want it to go back
to the way it was.” He lied and cracked his knuckles nervously. If she
refused, if she said that she wanted more, he would do whatever she asked. He
hated the thought of her looking at his ruined flesh, touching it with her soft
fingers and seeing the ugliness up close, but he also wanted her in his bed on
a level that was close to desperation.
She sighed. “That’s fine. I want that too. It’s my fault
anyway. It’s been a long time since I – I’ve been with anyone, and maybe Andy
dumping me brought my self-confidence down. I guess I just needed to feel
wanted and I took advantage of you. I’m sorry Gabriel.”
He glanced at her quickly but she was staring out at the
garden, the cigarette between her fingers forgotten. He swallowed the
disappointment rising in his throat. She was just lonely. She had kissed him
and touched him not because she wanted him, but because she was lonely.
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