Page 52 of Gabe (Blue Team #2)

Seven weeks later

“Gabe!” My gasp of surprise turned into a moan when Gabe pulled me back into the shower and pressed his erection against my behind.

“We’re not done,” he told me with his face buried in my neck.

“How is that possible?”

His mouth stopped working the sensitive skin under my ear and I felt him smile.

“Honey.”

That one word was full of humor.

It was Sunday morning. My favorite day of the week.

Sometimes Gabe had to go into the office on a Saturday and sometimes while he was gone I sat at my desk in my new kickass home office and worked while he was gone.

But neither of us worked on Sundays and I could decree that because I was now my own boss.

Thus Sundays were my favorite day of the week.

Normally we lazed in bed and talked, only getting up to eat.

A few times we’d had to get up and get dressed because Owen, Cooper, or Kevin had stopped by.

Kevin and the Red Team had been home for two weeks.

Myles was not. He was still in Mexico looking for Delilah.

A mission he refused to give up on. Garrett and Tex were still doing their best to help but Gabe said Tamir Cohen had gone to ground.

Those were his words. When I asked what that meant exactly he explained that Tamir was former Israeli Special Forces and if he didn’t want to be found it was highly unlikely Myles was going to find him.

The hope was Delilah was still alive but as the weeks passed I was losing hope.

Even though I’d never met her I felt horrible.

Other than Delilah not being found, everything else was a dream come true.

It had taken about three weeks for Gabe to heal. I knew his ribs were still tender though. He didn’t complain but every now and again I’d catch him wince. But that didn’t stop him from lifting the ban on sex three weeks ago. Not only did he lift it, he poured gasoline on it.

“I hate to be the one to throw a wet blanket on the festivities but we need to leave to pick up your mom in twenty minutes.”

“We’ll be quick.”

“That’s what you said before we got in the shower. You weren’t quick. You took your time. Now we’re late.”

“Not my fault you taste so good.”

To punctuate how much he liked the taste of me he went back to kissing my neck.

Though I knew his statement wasn’t in reference to the way my neck tasted.

He spent enough time with his mouth between my legs for me to know which body part he liked the best. This was not a complaint.

He was good at it. No, Gabe was excellent at everything.

Because he excelled at everything he did, my head lulled to the side and I gave in.

Gabe’s hips shifted back, I felt the head of his cock nudge my wet sex, and he waited. As soon as I tipped my ass he surged in.

“Quick, honey,” he reminded me.

My hands went to the tile wall in front of me and I came up on my toes to take him deeper.

“I love your pussy.”

One of Gabe’s arms stayed slanted across my front, his forearm pressed tight against my belly, his hand cupping my breast. His other hand went to my hip and he held me steady while he drove deep.

“Machine,” I mumbled.

I felt another smile at the side of my neck then he set about finishing me off.

He did this in record time. To accomplish this, the hand on my hip slid around and down and with amazing accuracy, his middle finger found my clit.

At the same time, the hand cupping my breast moved and he rolled my nipple between his fingers.

“More?”

His thick, lust-rough voice sent a thrill of excitement over me and I pushed back to meet his thrusts.

“More,” I confirmed.

The next roll of my nipple held a bite of pain that hurled me closer. His finger at my clit worked faster. Gabe was getting close but I was closer.

“Love the way you take me, Gabe.”

“Christ.”

“Love it, baby.”

I heard the hitch in his breath and knew what came next.

“Give it to me, Evette,” he growled.

And I gave it to him. My head dropped forward as the pleasure exploded.

“Fuck.”

He slammed in one last time, stayed buried, and groaned his climax.

A few seconds later when my labored breaths were starting to even out I left my head and at the last second, I craned my neck so I could look at Gabe.

God, he was beautiful.

“Have I told you today how much I love you?”

“Think you were screaming it about thirty minutes ago, and while it was quieter just now think you told me again.”

My eyes rolled to the ceiling then back to him.

“Good, then I don’t need to tell you.”

Gabe pulled out, twisted me, and wrapped his arms around me. Now we were front to front and he was smiling.

“Tell me,” he demanded.

“No way. I already screamed it, remember?”

“Tell me.”

“Why?”

“So I can say it back.”

“What if I want you to say it first? ”

I was teasing. Gabe told me he loved me all the time.

Often it was him who said it first. Honestly, most of the time he said it first. Any time he came into a room he got close, kissed me, and whispered he loved me against my lips.

Every time he entered a room. Whether it had been minutes since he’d seen me or hours.

Gabe never failed to greet me with a kiss.

“I adore you,” he told me. “You are my everything. The best part of my day is waking up next to you.”

“I love you. And the best part of mine is falling asleep next to you.”

Every day I fell more in love with Gabe.

And secretly I didn’t regret my decision, no matter how dangerous it had been to look into what happened to Kalee. That decision gave me Gabe.

“Evette?” Gabe called and my attention went from Betsy Harris to him.

“Yeah?”

“Come take a walk with me.”

“Right now? I’m talking to your mom,” I told him something he very well knew seeing as he was standing next to the couch staring at us both.

“Go on, sweetie. It’s been a long day traveling. I’m gonna head on up,” she told me.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Yes. I’m tuckered out. Go with Gabe. I need to get to bed so I can wake up early. I only have two days here and I don’t want to waste a second of it.”

“Okay. Night, Betsy.”

I leaned toward her and kissed her soft, wrinkled cheek. She patted mine.

It was funny but I hadn’t been nervous about meeting Gabe’s mom in person.

I’d talked to her nearly every day on the phone.

There was a time or two we’d go a few days without talking but mostly she called every night.

This was something I learned that was not abnormal.

Gabe had told me he talked to his mom four or five times a week.

So maybe she was calling a little more often but not by much.

Betsy was sweet and funny in a quiet way.

Gabe had described her as sensitive and she was, very much so.

A little on the fragile side, but not in a bad way.

She was kind and very attuned to Gabe. They had a bond that was forged out of hardship but shrouded in love.

I was happy she’d made the trip. “Thanks again for flying out here. Me and airplanes don’t get along. ”

“Any chance I get to visit my son is a pleasure. And now you. I’ll come as often as I’m invited,” she returned.

I turned to lift off of the couch and caught Gabe’s impatient look. He might as well have been tapping his foot and snapping his fingers.

“Jeez. Hold your pants on.”

“I didn’t say a word, Evette. But if you don’t hurry up I’m gonna toss you over my shoulder.”

My eyes narrowed but I remained silent. I didn’t bother asking him if he was serious because I knew he would. So I saved my breath and got up.

“Where are we going?”

“The dock.”

This was not unusual. We went down to the dock a lot at night.

I loved sitting out there and seeing the bridge and the lights of the Naval Academy.

I was fairly certain Gabe did this with me to humor me.

The sight was beautiful but he’d lived there a while and I was pretty sure the shine had worn off for him.

We made our way to the dock and once we could go no farther he fitted his chest to my back and wrapped his arms around me. It was a beautiful, cloudless night. All the lights twinkled off the Severn River making the water dance and come alive.

“Thank you.”

His words were featherlight. So soft I barely heard.

“Why are you thanking me?”

“For making me happy.”

His hands found mine and I felt him playing with my fingers but didn’t take my gaze off the water when I said, “You make me deliriously happy.”

“Good. Then marry me and let me make you happy for the rest of your life.”

I felt something push down my finger. My neck bent and my head dropped forward. My eyes hit a thin gold band and my breath seized in my lungs.

“Is that my mother’s ring?”

“And your grandmother’s before her.”

“Where did you get it?”

I felt Gabe’s body start to shake behind me and it felt a lot like he was laughing.

“If you’re asking if I wrestled your mom to the ground and greased her finger and committed multiple felonies to obtain your grandmother’s ring I can assure you I didn’t. Your dad gave it to me.”

“When?”

The shaking became more pronounced and I knew I was right—he was laughing when he answered. “Seeing as I haven’t taken a trip out to Milwaukee and I’ve only met him once he gave it to me when he and your mom were visiting.”

“Damn him,” I snapped.

“Come again?”

“He deprived me of a good story.”

“A good story?” He chuckled.

“Yeah, Gabe. A good story. You know, something I can pass down to our daughter before she gets married. My mom had a good one. He had to ask thirty-two times to get a yes.”

“Babe, I wasn’t gonna ask you without a ring. He didn’t ruin anything.”

I hmphed and stared at my ring. Then I stared at it through watery eyes. My grandmother’s ring. Then my mom’s. Now mine.

Mine .

I was marrying Gabe.

“You think maybe you’re gonna answer sometime in this decade?”

“I didn’t answer? ”

“No, babe, you started ranting about stories and being pissed at your dad.”

“Yes, I’m going to marry you. But I want it—”

I didn’t get to finish my rant. Gabe swung me around and his mouth covered mine.

Two seconds into our kiss I forgot what I was ranting about. A second after that the world ceased to exist.

The kiss was epic.