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“Just like this?”

“Mhm… yeah,” he grinds out.

“I love your body, the way you react to me, and how fucking easily you come for me.”

Gabe rocks his hips back and forth, face twisted in pleasure as he gives in to his instinct and fucks me. Knowing he’s close has me close, and when his dick erupts again, a fountain of cum raining down over my stomach, adding to what was already there, I grip his hips and fuck him from below. His cries turn to heavy breathing, hands still holding on as he fucks me back, wanting me to come too. It’s not so much a fight for dominance, but us working perfectly together to get me there. And fuck, do I get there.

His hole clenches me tightly, milking every drop of cum from my dick when the orgasm hits me. There’s a scream from the other end of the room, which makes absolutely no sense, since we’re both right here. It sounds feminine, nothing like what Gabriel sounds like…

Gabriel seems just as confused as I am, until his body freezes and he looks over his shoulder. He scrambles off me and I think I hear a swear leave his mouth—that’s a first.

“Gabriel, what’s going on!” I call out as he scrambles to get into his pants and barges out of the room, shouting things I can’t hear.

I grab my underwear and put them on to go after him, just catching him running out of the open front door. When I get there, I see him in the driveway, arguing with a woman who is standing beside a fancy as fuck Bentley that looks to have a driver fit with chauffeur hat in the driver’s seat.

“—from your mother, but I didn’t believe it. To see it with my own eyes!”

“It’s not what you think, Tara,” Gabriel argues, and that name rings a bell.

Tara… his fiancée.

Ex-fiancée.

Jealousy burns in my gut, and I hate it. There’s no reason for me to be jealous. But also, I’m not jealous. I’m not a jealous person, so what the hell am I doing?

“Oh, no?” she screams. “Then why is he standing indecently on the front porch in nothing but his undergarments!” She points toward me and when Gabe turns to look at me, she takes the opportunity to get into the car. By the time he turns back, the car is backing out of the driveway.

Well, that’s one way to start the day.

“Are you okay?” I ask once Gabriel is close enough to hear me. He walks past me and goes inside the house, so I follow him and close the door behind me. “Gabe?”

He sighs, running his hands down his face. “I’m fine. But this is going to be a mess.”

“With your family?” I ask. He nods, blowing out a sharp breath. I go to him and pull him into a hug. “I’m here for you. No matter what they say or do, I’m here.”

His arms come around me, holding on to me tightly. “Thank you.”

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Gabriel

“This is a dream come true,” I mutter, looking around at the stacks and piles of boxes.

“I can’t believe you just said that,” Storm mutters.

I step forward, ready to dive into this chaos, but Storm grabs my arm, giving me a concerned look.

“Please don’t make this weird,” he says.

“How could I make it weird?” I ask.

“I don’t know, just please don’t.”

“Okay… I guess I’ll try.”

He leans in to kiss me on the lips. “I know you need the distraction right now, so have fun, but remember the rules.”

I do need the distraction. Tara using her old key and letting herself into the house to catch me riding Storm last week was not on my bingo card for the month. It caused an avalancheof problems with my family, many of which I’ve dodged, but my brothers keep harassing me to the point I’m thinking of changing my number. Suffice to say, I’ve officially been disowned by them.

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