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I can feel him approaching his own orgasm as his cock stiffens, growing impossibly larger inside me, and the anticipation of feeling his cum sends me over the edge. Tilting my head back until it rests against the tile, I cry out at the same time as my pussy clenches around his erection. Gabe explodes inside of me at the same time, his cock throbbing with each jet of cum that fills me. The guttural groan that rumbles in his chest matches my own intense satisfaction as I pulse around him, pulling him deeper inside me with each wave of my orgasm.
Gabriel’s forehead gently rests against the tile next to my shoulder as he holds me there, pinned to the shower wall, his cock still inside me as we come down from our high together. His gasping breaths tickle my shoulder, and I’m sure he can feel the way my heart is pounding against his chest.
Tenderly, Gabriel eases me back onto my feet, his hands sliding up to my hips to steady me on my noodle legs. I chuckle drunkenly with the ecstasy of having come at the same time as him. It felt so fucking good.
“Well,” Gabriel chuckles. “I can check another spot off the list.”
“What list?” I ask, my brain still hazy with lust.
“The list of places I plan to have sex with you in the house.”
My stomach clenches with anticipation as I think about all the extensive list he gave me last night as he fucked me on the floor of our spare bedroom.”
“Mmm, we might have to do this one again. Just to make sure it’s thoroughly checked off.”
The kiss Gabriel presses to my lips this time is full of emotion, and though it doesn’t last long, it warms me.
When we resume our ablutions, we work at a much more practical pace, me shampooing and conditioning my hair, while Gabriel soaps his body and washes his short hair. We take turns beneath the water to rinse the soap away, then step out of the shower. Wrapping ourselves in towels, we both start to get ready for the day. I watch myself idly in the mirror as I brush my teeth, considering how my body’s changed over the last several months of pregnancy. Wrapped in a towel that clings to my curves, it’s still not too obvious that my breasts are a little larger. Neither is the baby bump that’s begun to form on my belly. Right now, it just looks like I’m relaxing my stomach, though I know that if I took off the towel, I would be able to see how my flat tummy has softened some.
Gabriel steps up behind me, his hands resting lightly on my hips as he grinds into me softly from behind, pressing his considerable girth against my ass. “I’m adding against the sink to our list,” he purrs, his intense blue eyes burning into mine through the mirror.
A shiver of anticipation ripples through me, and I smile at him around my toothbrush, leaning back into him and rocking my hips to let him know I’m on board with that. Then he presses a kiss to my temple and leaves me in peace. As I spit my toothpaste into the sink and wash it down the drain, I’m struck by how domestic this feels. As though we’re just a normal couple starting a normal family. It doesn’t quite feel real to me just yet.
I don’t bother drying my hair or doing my makeup. Instead, I pull on one of Gabriel’s oversized T-shirts that fits me almost like a dress, slip on some undies, and head to the kitchen to make some breakfast. I’m starving.
We didn’t pick up much on our way into town last night. It was getting late, and we wanted to get to our new home, but we did grab some eggs and bread. I whip up some scrambled eggs and use the oven to cook our toast. We’ll have to get a toaster at some point. To be honest, my first attempt at making breakfast myself doesn’t turn out all that bad. The toast is a little on the crispy side, but I figure that could happen to anyone trying to cook two measly slices in a giant oven.
“Smells good,” Gabriel says, stepping into the kitchen to watch me scrape the eggs onto two of the plates I had to dig out of boxes.
I smile at him and hand him a plate and fork. “Bon appétit.”
Gabriel grins coyly. “I didn’t realize I was marrying a French chef.”
“If you don’t like them, don’t tell me. I’m not sure my ego would allow me to make a second attempt if my scrambled eggs are inedible.”
“Mmm, they’re delicious,” he confirms.
A bit dry compared to how my personal chef used to cook them, but not bad for a first try. Maybe I can look up some tips on how to get it right. Or call Starla; she would know. I’m surprised to find how much I already miss having her just down the road. But now that I have a phone again, I plan on talking to her regularly.
“Well, what do you think of our new house now that we’ve spent our first night in it?” Gabe asks as he eats every bite of breakfast without complaint.
“I think we did quite well, considering that little sum your parents left in Mark’s trust.” I pause, thinking about our engagement party and the moment we opened Mark’s card. I’d never seen the president of the Devil’s Sons show emotion like that before. Not that he’d cried or anything, but I could see in his eyes that it meant something to be giving us enough of a down payment that we could actually buy a house. Setting aside my breakfast, I link my fingers behind Gabriel’s neck and lean into his hips resting against the counter. “I love it.”
Gabriel sets his plate aside as well and snakes his arms around my waist. “I know it’s modest. But it’s a good start.”
I nod. “I’ve come to find I don’t mind modest.”
Gabriel leans in and presses his lips to mine. He tastes salty and sweet from the butter and jam I put on his toast, and I deepen the kiss, wanting to taste him further. Groaning, Gabriel pulls away.
“Don’t get me started again. I’m supposed to be meeting the boys. We need to get that shop up and running.”
“I’ve got a busy day planned as well,” I say, though I’m not quite sure where I’ll even begin.
Gabriel smiles and kisses me gently before he stands to his full height. “I’ll see you tonight.”
Trying to quash the sense of isolation as he walks out the door, I watch him leave in silence. I know he can’t stay with me all day. If we’re going to make this work, we need to get our lives in order. Still, the task feels quite daunting.
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