Chapter 6: Little Blue Book
I sit at the kitchen table, utterly stunned. My pulse hasn't slowed since Gabriel stormed out of the house, tires screeching down our quiet street. Such delicious anger in those eyes, my sweet, timid boy transformed into something magnificent and possessive before me.
"I don't want you to be a prostitute anymore. Not for one more fucking day."
His words replay in my mind, sending electric currents straight between my thighs. I've never seen my Gabriel like that, jaw clenched, eyes blazing with determination, voice commanding in a way that made my knees weak. All these years watching him grow, nurturing him, protecting him from the world, and suddenly he's the one trying to protect me.
I slide my hand beneath my nightgown, fingers finding the slick heat there. Despite my thorough shower last night, I made certain not to wash him out of me. His essence is still there, mixed with my own arousal. My Gabriel, inside me at last.
When I first saw him in that dimly lit room, recognition dawning in those beautiful eyes, it was as though a dam had broken. All those carefully contained feelings, years of restraint, of pretending my love was purely maternal, came surging forth with unstoppable force. I'd been playing my role perfectly until that moment, compartmentalizing the escort from the mother. But seeing Gabriel there, watching his innocent face transform with pleasure as he spilled himself inside me... everything changed.
I threw my coat on and I was out the door moments after he fled, not even bothering to clean up properly. Covered in the evidence of nearly a dozen college boys, their seed cooling on my skin, in my hair, yet all I could think about was Gabriel. My son. My love. How right it had felt when our bodies joined, how perfectly he'd filled me.
I lean back in my chair, eyes drifting closed as I relive that moment of recognition. The horror in his eyes should have devastated me, but beneath it, I saw something else. Something he's trying desperately to deny. Desire. Ownership. Love beyond what society deems appropriate.
"He wants me," I whisper to the empty kitchen, a smile curving my lips. "He just doesn't know how to accept it yet."
My fingers move faster beneath my nightgown as I imagine Gabriel returning home, that same determined look in his eyes as he claims what's rightfully his. What has always been his.