Page 33 of Gabe (Blue Team #2)

I woke up to my cell ringing and a naked Evette tucked to my side. Immediately I thought this was a much better way to wake up. My next thought was I wanted to kill whoever was calling this early.

“What the hell?” Evette muttered sleepily.

Oh, hell, yes. This was a much better way to wake up.

“Go back to sleep, honey.”

I rolled out from under Evette, tagged my phone, and sat on the edge of the bed.

Christ, it wasn’t even six in the morning.

“Do you ever sleep?” I brought my phone to my ear and groused.

“Delilah made contact.” Garrett launched straight in and I lost the last remnants of grogginess.

“What’d she say?” I asked.

“Something must’ve scared the shit out of her. She accepted Zane’s offer.”

“Or she’s setting us up,” I returned.

“We’ll know in an hour. Tex is ready for a brief.”

“Seriously, does anyone fuckin’ sleep?”

“Are you gonna bitch or wake your woman and get your ass into the office?”

That was a tossup and when I glanced over my shoulder seeing Evette’s arm wrapped around the pillow I’d moments before been sleeping on, I wanted to tell Garrett we’d be skipping the meeting.

Then when my gaze hit her bare shoulder and traveled lower to her mostly exposed breast I wanted to tell him we’d be out the whole day.

I didn’t have that option so I tore my eyes off Evette and answered, “See you soon.”

I disconnected, tossed my phone back onto the nightstand, and at the same time, there was a loud knock at the bedroom door.

“Why?” Evette groaned, still sleepy and shoved her face in the pillow.

“Yo! You get a call?” Cooper yelled through the door.

“Please make him go away,” Evette complained and rolled to her stomach.

“Be out in a minute,” I told Coop then stretched out beside Evette.

I knew the second I informed her Delilah had reached out she’d be out of the bed like a shot. So I kept that information tucked away for the moment and opted instead to wake her a different way.

“Gabe,” she breathed as soon as my lips brushed her shoulder.

“Time to wake up.”

“Too early.”

It was never too early to give my woman an orgasm and I communicated this by trailing my hand down her back, over her ass, then farther down until my fingers found what they were looking for.

“Hitch your knee up, honey, give me room.”

Evette did as I asked and spread her legs, giving me access to play.

It didn’t take long until Evette was grinding against my fingers, shortly thereafter she tipped her ass higher, reaching for her climax.

Primed and ready, I pulled my fingers out of her tight, wet heat and circled her clit.

She buried her face deeper into the pillow and moaned.

Her hips jerked and pressed harder. I gave her more until her body shook and she groaned her orgasm.

“Machine,” she muttered and I grinned .

“Shower time,” I said through a chuckle.

“I take that back. You’re not an orgasm-giving machine, you’re the devil.”

I pulled my hand out from between her legs and gave her sweet ass a swat, then I snatched her out of bed, pulling and walking her to the bathroom.

“Satan,” she grumbled when I set her on her feet and turned on the taps.

As soon as the water was warm I pulled her into the shower and under the spray.

“Prince of Darkness.” She continued her hilarious line of name-calling.

“Babe?” I called.

Her eyes opened and she tipped her head back to look at me. She was bitching and moaning but she smiled.

“Not sure what you’re complaining about,” I went on.

“It’s early.”

“Yeah, it is. Sucks. But you passed out from orgasm exhaustion and woke up with another. Seems to me you should be calling me Pussy King, not Satan.”

“Pussy King? Is that like Tiger King minus Carol insert Evette? Am I going to have to buy you tiger print shirts or do you already have some hanging in your closet?”

“Glad to see you’re awake and cognizant.”

“Why’s—”

I didn’t let her finish her question. I was done talking and shared this by hooking her around the back of her neck and slamming my mouth against hers.

My tongue pushed in and hers retreated. She gave and I took.

Beautiful. She slanted her head, giving me more thus I took more until her hands that had once been latent on my chest started to claw and scratch on their journey of discovery.

Shortly thereafter she fisted my hair and mewed.

I was done. I broke the kiss and was very aware of how gruff and demanding I sounded when I ordered, “Knees.”

I was so close that when she dropped down and pulled the head of my cock between her lips I was ready.

I gave zero fucks Evette was going to suck me off in under a minute.

And when her tongue glided down my length and she added a good amount of suction, the sixty seconds I thought it would take significantly lessened.

I had enough time to cup her jaw and watch my cock disappear into her mouth eight times, and yes I’d counted, before I warned, “Gonna come, honey.”

Her eyes opened and drifted up to meet mine but she didn’t slow her movements.

And seeing those beautiful eyes cast up, not hazy but smiling, I shot down her throat.

I lost sight of her when she moaned around my cock and pleasure chased pleasure up my spine and I had no choice but to close my eyes and enjoy.

My eyes opened when she released me from her mouth, to find her sitting back, ass to her heels, smiling brightly.

“Proud of yourself, aren’t you?” I asked.

“Well, it would suck if you were the Pussy King and you didn’t have a Queen.”

I reached down, hooked her under her pits, lifted her up, shoved my face into her neck, and burst out laughing. It was a good while later when my laughter wore out that I got to my knees and worshiped my queen.

By the time we showered, dried off, got ready, and made our way to the kitchen, it took longer than a minute. Cooper had plenty to say about the delay. Thankfully, by the time Evette came out to get her breakfast he’d worn himself out.

“Babe. Cool it.” I leaned over and whispered.

That was the third time I’d said those words to Evette. The first time was when we got to the office and Evette caught sight of Zane coming down the stairs from his office. The second was when Z entered the conference room. And again right then as Evette narrowed her eyes on my boss.

“You gotta problem you wanna share with the class, Evette?” Zane asked, still looking down at his tablet, proving the asshole did indeed see all, hear all, and know all and he didn’t have to look directly at you to know.

“Z,” I warned.

“I don’t think you’re very nice,” Evette blurted out, and Zane, Linc, Owen, Coop, and Garrett all chuckled. “And I’m on the fence if I even like you.”

“I don’t have a nice bone in my body. Well, it depends—your cock’s a muscle, right? You just use it to bone?” he asked conversationally.

“Zane,” I rumbled a new warning.

“Point is, I’m not nice. And I don’t mind if you don’t like me; my wife does and serious as fuck, she’s the only person who matters. Besides, you seem to like our boy Gabe there, so all’s well.”

Zane was so full of shit. We all mattered to him.

Evette mattered as well, or he wouldn’t have been doing all he was to ensure her safety and doing it for free as if he didn’t care.

But I wasn’t going to call him on it and I didn’t want Evette to get into a pissing match with him.

When Zane got testy he kicked up the sarcasm about fifty notches and I was not in the mood to deal with a more-than-normal satirical Zane.

“Can we please get down to business?” I inquired.

“Figured you would’ve taken care ‘a that before you came in. Coop cramping your style? The walls in the safehouse are soundproof, you know.”

And there it was; Zane had already ratcheted up the jeers and his ass hadn’t even been in his seat for five minutes.

“Ignore him,” Linc advised. “Ivy brought home Eric’s new cat and now he’s salty the new pussy’s getting more attention than he is.”

“Can we please curb the shit talk while my woman’s in the room? And while we’re at it, get to fucking work.”

Zane lifted his head, pinned me with a Zane-Lewis-I’m-always-right stare, and smiled.

“We sure can, but first, I want it on record I’m not jealous of a pussy…cat. Also, the little furball claws my couch one more time it’s out on its ass.”

“Noted,” I grumbled. “Now, what did Delilah say?”

Thankfully, Garrett was prepared and Delilah’s email flashed on the big screen.

Short and sweet. A name and a phone number and a time Delilah would answer a call .

“Who’s Dr. Ramon Gates?”

“The key to the puzzle,” Garrett answered. “He was the leading scientist on a whacked experiment to restore brain circulation and function on decapitated pigs.”

Evette’s hand went to my knee and her short-cropped nails dug deep. In an effort to relieve the pain and prevent her from drawing blood I picked her hand up and threaded my fingers between hers and returned it to my lap.

“Are you serious?” Linc scoffed.

“Yep. Now, I say it’s whacked but in the scientific and research communities this is a huge breakthrough. However, it’s still highly controversial and the NIH is conferring with an ethics board about further experiments.”

“How is this the key?” Evette asked.

“In my opinion, this is what Abrams is hiding. They’re funding a lab in Croatia for Dr. Gates.”

Zane’s phone rang and he snagged it off the table and announced, “Tex. We’ll come back to this.” Then he swiped the screen and answered, “Tex, you’re on speaker.”

“Who’s in the room?” Tex’s voice boomed.

“Linc, Owen, Cooper, Garrett, Evette London, and Mr. Love Fool.”

I rolled my eyes and flipped Zane off.

“I see you have more than one situation on your hands,” Tex put in.