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Then I picked her up and carried her to the shower where I washed her from head to toe, and made her come with my mouth one more time before seeing her safely to her car.
I fell into bed exhausted and happy.She was right though.This was getting really real, and fast.What started out just two days ago as nothing more than sex was quickly becoming not only an obsession, but a tangled matter of the heart.I adored her kids.I knew I was falling in love with Gabrielle, and I’d never been more at peace or felt healthier than since arriving on the island.
I had an appointment with my doctor back in Portland in a few weeks to see where I was with my rehab, and whether I could return to the game or not.A part of me was itching to get back on the ice, while another part of me—a fairly big part of me—kept asking, why?
I was at a crossroads, but the weird thing about this intersection was that no matter which direction I looked, the person sitting beside me in the passenger seat was Gabrielle.
What did that mean?
And did she feel the same?
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Gabrielle
ItwasSaturday,andwhile I had a bit of work to do for my law firm back in Olympia, I had most of the day off to catch up on house cleaning.I also made a big pot of beef and barley soup, some to freeze and the rest for dinner.I slept in, since I didn’t get home from Maverick’s until late, only to find him on my doorstep at ten o’clock.I was still in my pajamas and enjoying my coffee.Something both my children mentioned since it was entirely out of character for me.
“Hey, Damon,” Maverick greeted, entering the house.He cast me a quick look with a big, knowing smile, his eyes appreciatively taking in my red, silky pajama pants and top.“Roman Woodman just messaged me and said he could do an interview in like an hour.You up for it?”
“Roman Woodman?”Damon exclaimed, sitting up from where he was lounging on the couch, scrolling on his phone, in just his flannel pajama pants.“Like, from the Storm?”
“Yeah.I messaged him the other day when I decided to do the podcast and asked if he’d like to be on the show.He said yes, but didn’t know when.Then he messaged me this morning and said he could do it in like an hour.Can we do it?Here?”
“Yeah, totally.”From slug to panther, my son transformed in front of my eyes, leaping up from the couch and racing to his room.“I just need to get dressed.Oh man, I should probably shower first.I’ll be quick.Mom, can we do it in your office?”he called from his room.
“Yeah, sure.”I got up from my seat at the dining room table, a smirk tugging at my mouth.“Coffee?”
“Please.I was up rather late last night.”His eyes glittered as he followed me into the kitchen, pinning me against the counter, his cock against my ass.“I had fun.”He ran his hands up and down my sides, cupping my ass as his mouth pressed warm, wet kisses along my neck.
“Me too.”I closed my eyes, the coffee pot hanging mid air as I relished the attention and the feel of his hands on me.No man had ever made me feel this desirable, this sexy, in my life.And while it was a foreign feeling, and one I wasn’t necessarily comfortable with, I also craved it like a drug.I welcomed that uncomfortable sensation and the way it spiked my adrenaline and just made me feel alive.Cyrus was a monster of a man.A terrible husband, and did nothing but put me down and belittle me.Nothing I did was ever right.He destroyed my self-esteem until I was a shell of a human being.Ballard helped rebuild that woman over time, but there were no feelings in that relationship.It was a friendship with sex.
This thing I had with Maverick was so much more.There were feelings.There was friendship, and the sex was soul-shattering.I caught myself thinking about it all day long.I would get wet and have to change my underwear, or flushed and need to step outside to cool off.The man was insatiable, and he was insatiable for me.Who wouldn’t become addicted to something like that?I’d been a starved woman, wandering the desert in search of water, and food, and Maverick offered me up a fountain and buffet.Of course I was going to gorge myself.
“Uh …” came the soft, surprised voice of my daughter behind us, prompting Maverick to release me and step back, only he faced the wall because he didn’t want to traumatize my daughter with what was in his jeans.
I cleared my throat, splashed on a smile, and faced Laurel.“Morning, sweetie.You’re up late.”
“I stayed up reading.Fell asleep with only four more chapters to go.So I finished them when I woke up.”She eyed Maverick suspiciously as she made her way to the fridge and pulled out a yogurt cup.“Where were you last night?”she asked me.
“I had to go to the McEvoys to discuss something with Bennett, then I hung out with Maverick for a bit when he got home.”
She nodded and peeled the foil off her yogurt, still giving both of us a wary look.“Is Maverick going to start sleeping over?”
“Uh …” I glanced at him.He was still facing the wall.“How would you feel about that?”
She shrugged.“It’s fine, I guess.He’s not biting your neck anymore, is he?”
“I am not,” Maverick confirmed, accepting the coffee mug from me.“I heard your warning, and I will refrain from biting your mother’s neck.My apologies.”He turned around to face her, a genuine look of remorse on his face.“I don’t have to stay over if you don’t want me to.We don’t want to make either you or Damon uncomfortable.”
She shrugged again and grabbed a spoon from the drawer, leaning against the counter.“It’s fine.If Mom’s happy, that’s all that matters.”
I smiled at my too-smart-for-her-own-good child.“I am happy, sweetie.”
“Is Maverick staying over tonight?”
“He’s staying for dinner.And he’s going to work on another podcast with Damon today.So we’ll see.”I glanced at my sexy hockey player.“Have you had breakfast?”
“Maz’s eggs, my own homemade cheese, and some delicious toast from Let it Rise.”He patted his stomach.“Breakfast of champions.”
