Page 68 of Forever Mine

"Oh, shit! I should get waxed. Right? What about a blowout? Should I get my nails done?" I fret.

"Mon. He's not gonna care about any of that. But if it makesyoufeel more comfortable, we'll do whatever you want. We just need to find a salon," Harper says.

"Um, I'm not getting a solidarity wax. I'm thrilled you're happy, Monica, but no wax is coming near my bits," Victoria blurts out, then covers her face in embarrassment. "I can't believe I just said that!"

"Oh my God, I love it. You already know you don't need a filter around us. This is so perfect. Okay, no solidarity wax for you. Harp? You in?" I ask.

"I guess. Owen really doesn't care, though. I could be full Chia Pet, and he'd still dive into the jungle," she shrugs.

"Seriously?" I ask incredulously.

"Seriously. Most men, at least real men, don't care. I think Em and Liv would say the same thing about their men."

"Huh. Well, maybe I'll skip the wax, then."

I'm not entirely convinced she's correct, but I'm willing to give it a go and see how Gabriel reacts. I'm not rocking the full 'Chia Pet,' as Harper so eloquently referred to a full bush, and I keep things nice and tidy down there between waxes. But with everything going on, getting a wax just hasn't been a priority. I may do some shaping at home before Gabriel returns, just as a precaution.

We spend a couple hours gallivanting around the mall, having lunch, and getting me some gorgeous lingerie. Victoria shows me pictures of her two adorable daughters and tells me all about her plans to open up a preschool once all the money comes through from her divorce. Em has already told me Mountain Springs desperately needs more daycares and preschools, so I think Victoria will definitely be successful.

When I ask if she intends to date anytime soon, she vehemently shakes her head.

"Oh, no. Absolutely not. My priority is my girls. I'm not getting burned again," she states. Famous last words. It'll be fun watching her unwittingly fall in love again with someone a thousand times better than her ex-husband. He set the bar so low Victoria doesn't think any man will suffice. Hmmm. That sounds remotely familiar.

After Harper drops me off at Gabriel's condo, I rush in to throw dinner together. Once it's cooking, I head upstairs to check my nether region situation. It's remarkably put together and not in need of any razoring, so I grab one of the new sets of lingerie I picked out today and pop it on. Typically I'd wash all lingerie before wearing it, but It's almost six, and Gabriel said he'd be home by seven. This set is a deep red color. Lace panties, a corset bra, and a matching garter belt, then I grabbed black studded thigh-high stockings. Next, I change out of the jeans and shirt I wore to the mall and grab one of my favorite dresses and stilettos. Even with the added height of four inches, I'm still well over a half-foot shorter than Gabriel. But I know he will drool seeing this entire getup, both on me and on the floor.

When I hear the garage door opening, I run down the stairs and into the kitchen, where I stir the spaghetti sauce I'm cooking. Gabriel opens the door, stops, and drops something on the floor. I turn around to see him staring at me as his eyes slowly drag down and back up my body. I turn off the burner as I see his pupils dilate.

"What's underneath that?" he asks hoarsely.

"I think it's something you'd be better seeing firsthand," I reply.

"How are your ribs?" he asks suddenly as his eyes appear stuck on my stilettos.

"Huh?"

Gabriel's eyes reach mine, and wetness pools in my panties as I see the lust incarnate in them.

"Your ribs,querida. Do they hurt today?"

"No."

"I'm not going to be able to be gentle. I wish I could, but I need you too badly."

"I don't want you to be gentle," I whisper. Gabriel takes a step toward me and stops.

"I need the words,querida. What do you want right now?"

I take a step toward him and then another.

"It's not what I want,tesoro. It's what I need," I say huskily as I reach out to palm his already rock-hard cock in his pants. He groans as his hand latches into my hair. "What do I need, Gabriel? I need you to fuck me. Now."

He swears harshly as he crashes our lips together.

About fucking time.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Gabriel

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