Page 91 of Good Guy Gabe

He jogs around to the front of the house, and we watch as he gets in his patrol car and drives off, only to come back on foot a few minutes later. His instincts are right, and it’s only fifteen minutes of the three of us hanging out on the deck, sipping coffee while Gabe signs some Jugs merch for Vega, when Rachel appears below us with a story about dropping off cookies.

Epilogue

Gabe

“SO HE ARRESTEDher right in front of you?” Keira asks, as stunned as everyone else has been when Joss has recounted our midday adventure to the partygoers.

As stunned as I was when I discovered the thing she was hiding from me this morning was a surprise party for me. Plenty of us here were extended this year, so I think this is more for all of us, but Joss insists this ismyparty.

She did so with a smug look, no doubt in response to the way I recoiled when a party was thrown at me. Today was rough. Dead possum? Not fun. Traps strong enough to break a twenty-pound critter’s neck strewn across the lawn to take out our sort-of pet or any of the neighborhood cats? Very not fun. In general, though, I like surprises. I’m not going to tell Joss that, not when she’s basking in her victory over pulling one over me, but I’m always down with surprises.

She’s spent the last half hour making sure I’m rock hard under the surface in the hot tub with a hand on my thigh that’s casually stroked both my cock and my balls repeatedly. Great surprise.

“Right in front of us!” Joss says with a gasp that shows how excited she is about the arrest.

“That must have been terrifying,” says Mel. The Cohens usually stick to the Adirondack chairs when they’re over, but even Mel’s been seduced by Joss’s excitement and has rolled upher pants to sit on the edge of the crowded tub. We’re at capacity, with Keira and Tilly across from us, Bodley and Wes Foster each taking up most of the other two sides. Squeezed in next to them are Cora and Merrick, who’s glaring hard at either Cora or the arm Foster’s casually cast across her shoulder. Mel sat right in overflowing water when she plopped down on the corner headrest and then laughed it off.It’s a party,she said. I’m pretty sure she’s drunk.

Most people are. We have another few weeks before the official team activities start back up again. Everyone’s mostly rehabilitated, we’re just doing our personal trainings, but plenty of the guys are taking advantage of the lax schedule.

Not me. I’m not a big drinker anyway, and my Super Bowl flub put the fear of god into me. Since Joss can’t drink, it makes sense that I shouldn’t.

“Honestly, it’s a huge relief,” Joss tells Mel. “It was the norm for so long that it didn’t bother me, and even though it kept getting worse and worse, I told myself that no one was physically harmed. It wasn’t a big deal. But today’s? Someone could have gotten seriously hurt. I feel bad enough about that possum.” She gives Keira an apologetic look. “I’m so sorry I accused you of this.”

Keira shrugs her off with a drunk hand that Evan, standing behind her, grabs and tucks back under the water before she accidentally smacks Tilly. “‘S alright. I deserved it. I’m just glad to know you caught her.”

“I still can’t believe it was one of Gabe’s fans.”

I want to agree with her because it is nuts that one of my fans would go all psycho stalker, but Merrick tosses back his whiskey, stares Cora dead in the eye, and says, “We’ve all had fans that go over the top, haven’t we?”

The guys nod. Only so many players on any team can share that spotlight, but most of us were the best our high schools if not our colleges had to offer.

Cora tilts her head like she’s not sure why Merrick directed the statement at her, but she finally nods as well. “Some fans just don’t understand ‘no,’ do they?”

The quirk in Merrick’s lip tells me that the moment Cora gets out of the hot tub, he’s going to chase her down. Cora’s scowl looks like she’s going to run but not fast enough to escape.

I glance to Joss, curious if she’d want that, but nah. That’s not who we are. I lean in close while the other hot tub occupants strike up a pissing contest about crazy fan experiences and whisper, “You wanna go inside for a bit?”

“Gabe, I fully intend on spending at least another two hours in this hot tub.”

“Are you sure about that?”

I slide my hand over her thigh, parting her legs enough to get a finger in to the narrow band of bathing suit fabric covering her core.

“Watch yourself,” she murmurs right back, unabashedly grabbing hold of my dick.

I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from groaning. The best I can do is give her a kiss that has Tilly splashing water at us.

“Gross. Get a room, you two!”

“See? Tilly thinks we should get a room.”

Joss glares right across the hot tub. “Tillyis jealous right now.”

Poor Tilly shrinks into the water as much as she can, but she’s eight months pregnant. Not much shrinking to be done.

Foster says, “You need a man? We can find you a man.”

Cora and Keira team up to attempt to drown Foster. To keep Joss from joining the dogpile, I sneak my finger back into her bathing suit and slide it right into her slick pussy. “Don’t you think you’ve caused enough trouble today?”

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