Page 122 of Gabriel & Skye

“You’re welcome, honey.”

“Hmm, well, let me know if Travis might need a hand with anything. I know the charity auction is coming up soon. Everyone is asking if he’ll be taking part.”

Oh, lord no. I can no more see my brother up on that stage than I can Gene Simmons popping out of the giant cake Verne is making for the event. It’s the one night of the year that Stoney Creek really lets her hair down.

I nod, giving her a smile. “I’m not sure. I think he has a lot to organize with security and all.” I’ll get white spots on my tongue for those lies. But he is my brother after all; I can’t completely throw him under the bus. “Well, have a nice day, y’all.” I take the tray and walk to the door just as Gabe is coming in. He holds the door open and I scoot under his arm.

“Don’t look now, but Dolly is enquiring about Trav and Brook again.”

“Well, it’s about time Travis got himself a date. He can’t stay single forever in a town with a shortage of men to go around.”

“I thought it was the other way around?” I laugh, pulling his cup from the cardboard holder and handing it to him.

“Who really knows? It changes depending on who you ask.”

We make our way to Gabe’s truck, and when we climb inside, he leans over to kiss me.

I gasp, looking around as he cups my face. “You think I give a shit who sees?”

“No,” I laugh. “But I don’t think your family will take too kindly to being told about us by Dolly Simpson.”

He chuckles, moving back to his side of the truck. “Good point. Mom would have a fit.”

He begins to reverse, and I lay my hand on his leg as he drives. “Did I tell you today how pretty you look?”

“Only five times.”

“That clearly isn’t enough.”

I smile. “You’re quite the charmer when you’re not Mr. Alpha CEO.”

“As long as you don’t tell GB that, or she’ll have the name plaque changed on my door.”

I giggle. “I think it suits you. And I love how sweet you are in the bedroom.”

He turns to look at me. “Sweet?”

“Yes.”

“Sweet?”

“Like you don’t know you’re good in bed? And it’s okay to be sweet, Gabe. I love it.”

“I can pound you, too.”

I shake with laughter. “Oh, I’m fully aware of that. And for the record, there is nothing wrong with anything you do, sweet or poundy.”

He chuckles. “Glad we cleared that up.”

Just thinking about him on top of me, rolling his hips in that way he does, it has me pressing my legs together. “We could stop off,” I suggest. “Gran and Gramps are out at the farmer’s market. They’ll be gone for a while.”

He glances at me. “Stop off?”

I give him a sexy smirk. “I have needs, Mr. Bassett. And you talking about pounding went straight between my legs. Now I can’t think straight.”

“Oh.” He runs a hand through his hair, getting my drift. “Your place is quicker than mine.”

We’re like a couple of love struck teenagers, unable to keep our hands off one another.

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