Page 8 of Loving Gabe


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I bite my lip to keep from laughing.

“That’s okay. I just had a shower. I haven’t had time to get dressed yet,” I tell him as I grab the ties of the belt and he all but runs out of the room and slams the door.

I cover my mouth when a laugh escapes.

There was definite heat and desire in his eyes.

This is going to be more fun than I thought.

I reach into my bag and grab a pair of leggings. I don’t bother with underwear; I know that he will be able to tell because there won’t be any lines, and I put on a light sweater without a bra.

I’m not playing fair, but I don’t have a lot of time.

It’s about time that one of us puts this attraction to rest.

My brothers and parents can’t get to us for a few days.

I say we have some fun.

Gabriel has always been the one man I wanted and the man that I compared everyone to.

It’s time that I claim my man. I’m tired of waiting.

Gabriel, I’m coming for you.

Chapter Three

Gabriel

That woman is going to be the death of me.

It has only been a few hours, but I’ve already sported the longest hard-on of my life.

She came out wearing tight pants that definitely don’t have anything underneath, and a sweater without a bra. She doesn’t have small breasts. I know, because I have been staring at them all day. She has a good handful going on and, when I saw them harden under my stare, I wondered what it would be like to take one in my mouth and what kind of noises she would make if I did.

I sat at the couch pretending to watch a movie with a pillow on my lap, and it was painfully obvious why. She had a smirk on her face like she was winning some sort of challenge.

Then she had bent over to look at a book on the book self.

There was absolutely no fucking way I could pretend she wasn’t here.

It wasn’t until she did a little wiggle of her hips while I was looking that I knew what was going on.

She was trying to tempt me. Fuck, it was working; but I had to stay strong.

I couldn’t betray her brothers that way.

Over the years, they had repeated to me over and over that I had to keep my hands off of her. They must have known how I felt to say it so many times, but I wouldn’t dream of doing anything with her the first time I am with her alone in our whole life.

When she wiggles her hips again, I rush up to my room and mumble something about needing a shower.

I need a cold fucking shower.

Maybe I should just throw myself in the snow because there is no way I can get out of here to escape the temping little vixen either.

I don’t have a cold shower though.

I slide my hand down to my cock and slowly stroke myself from tip to base.

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