Page 6 of When We Breathe
Who are these guys?
My eyes search out Gabe, who’s still grinning at me, and it makes me want to ride on his lap. “You heard the man. Get in, sweetheart.”
“I like your car. Whose is it?”
“It’s Adam’s,” Gabe says as he climbs in behind me. Adam slides in behind the wheel. “I’m restoring an old truck.”
I turn to look at him. “Didn’t I hear that you work for Brooks now?”
Brooks is Billie’s oldest brother, and he owns the auto shop in Bitterroot Valley. I’ve known him all of my life.
“I do, yeah. I’m a master mechanic at the shop.”
“That’s awesome. I don’t know anything about cars. I keep meaning to take my car in, but I always forget. And then, when I remember, the shop is closed. I guess I could just call Brooks directly, but that feels disrespectful.”
“What’s wrong with your car?” All of the humor has left Gabe’s face, and the line between his eyebrows deepens with worry.
“The check engine light is on.” I shrug. “But it’s been fine.”
Adam throws me a hard look. “Gabe will check it out.”
“It’sfine.”
“You won’t argue,” Adam says and turns off the highway that runs through town onto a small side road that leads to a new little subdivision full of gorgeous homes. Skyla used to live in this neighborhood.
Between the Porsche and the house, someone does very well. This is the kind of neighborhood I’d love to live in. Quiet, put together, a nice family neighborhood that I certainly never had. I was raised by a terrorist on a ranch so far out of town that no one could hear us scream. And the apartment I have now is great.
But this neighborhood? This is something dreams are made of.
And these two guys are special. I can tell that they have a tight bond and love each other. It’s right there in the way they look at each other.
The fact they’re willing to let me join them makes me feel special.
“So who lives in this house?” I ask when Adam turns into the driveway.
“We both do,” Gabe says.
I feel my mouth drop.They live together.
They’re in a committed relationship.
I have so many questions, I mean, it’s my whole job to ask questions, but none of the answers are any of my business. I’m just here for a night of fun.
So I keep the questions to myself. Gabe opens my door and takes my hand, pulling me out of the car and up into his arms.
“Come here, Shorty.”
My legs circle his waist, hands diving into all that thick, dark hair. His nose skims up my neck until his lips are planted by my ear.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Alex.”
I swallow thickly, and my eyes close as he carries me into the house.
“We’re going to worship every fucking inch of you tonight.”
I hear a door open, then close, and suddenly, I feel warmth at my back and another pair of hands on my sides. Adam’s lips fall on the back of my neck.
“What are your hard limits, beautiful?” Adam asks, and I’ve lost all ability to talk. My brain synapses no longer function. No one is naked, no one has even kissed me, but holy shit, I’m sandwiched between twointenselysexy men, and I’m already on fire.
