Shambles

Chapter 22: Gabe

Reaching out my hand I grab a hold of Ember's head. "Fuck," I think as I open my eyes. "Baby what are you doing to me this morning. Looking around the room I see I'm home not at Ember's so this has to be Savannah with her lips wrapped around my cock. Sitting up quickly I look down to find Savannah.

"Savannah?" She doesn't stop. I watch as her mouth moves up and down on me. I feel myself getting close. I lay back and let her finish. I don't know what her plan is but I will know soon enough.

Grabbing hold to her hair tighter I push her head down further as I empty in the back of her throat. I need her to swallow all of me. Not try to use any of my sperm for any procedures.

She sits up and tries to straddle me. Holding out my hand I stop her. "What are you doing?"

"I want to have sex," she says smiling.

"Ok." I reach over into the nightstand and grab a condom.

"What are you doing? Why would we need a condom?"

"You know why."

"Gabe you said as long as it happens naturally."

"Yes after we wait some time. Plus you never went to talk with the psychiatrist."

"Why do I need to go talk with a psychiatrist? There's nothing wrong with me."

Ignoring her I grab my phone off the nightstand I see it's 7:06. "Shit," I say, pulling my legs from under Savannah and hoping out of the bed.

"Gabe where are you going?"

"My dad signed Bash up for a one-day football camp, and I'm supposed to be going with them."

"So you can't be a little late?"

I don't answer her. I finish throwing on my jeans and a t-shirt. Rushing in the bathroom I brush my teeth and use the bathroom. Savannah follows me in the bathroom and starts brushing her teeth.

Walking out I sit down in our closet and start putting on me a pair of Nike Trainers. Savannah rushes in with her long blond hair in a ponytail. She grabs some jeans and a flowered blouse. Not really wanting to know what's she up to I walk out the closet and grab my wallet, cell, and keys.

"I'll see you later," I yell walking out the door.

Walking down the steps I hear her right behind be. Stopping I turn. "Where are you going?"

"With you."

"No," I say turning around.

"Why can't I go?"

"First you don't like sports, second I'm not sure I want you around my kids."

"Why do you keep saying...my kids? We are married - we share everything."

"Not them, we don't share them." I start back walking down the stairs.

"Is she going?"

"Yes, Sweet Pea is going."

"No...Ember?"

"No. Why?"

"Because everything is about her and the kids. If she calls, you drop everything. I just want to be included."

Sighing, I look down at my watch. "If you say one backward thing to one of them you will never get another chance," I tell her.

Rushing out I jump in the car, she gets in the passenger seat. She looks in the back and sees the car seats, but doesn't say anything.

When we pull up to Ember's house my dad is already outside. Michael is with him. Bash is outside standing with my dad in some compression mid-rise pants, some basketball shorts, and a fitted sleeveless t-shirt. I'm sure my dad bought this stuff.