Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 105398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
“I wasn’t going to open it; I just wanted to hear if they were still out there or not. You were pretty loud there towards the end, I wouldn’t be surprised if they heard you.” Gabe teased.
“It wasn’t my fault! It was your fault. None of this was my idea!”
“I didn’t see any fight on your part!” Gabe chuckled.
I’d rather forgotten about the messiness that comes with sex, so now I could feel all the wetness leaking out of me and onto my pants. I’m sure there was a nice little wet spot on the crotch of my Spanx.
“Let’s get out of here so I can go change my pants. I’m leaking.” I said before heading to the door.
Gabe’s arm hooked around my waist before I could get it open and I was hauled back into his arms. His lips skimmed down my exposed neck and goose bumps puckered up all down my right side.
“Are you saying you feel dirty?” he asked quietly.
“No, not dirty. Just squishy.” I laughed out.
“I happen to like it there, I like knowing I’m inside you.” He whispered into my hair, and then gave me a three tap on the butt that meant it was time go.
Gabe did the three tap a lot. When he was leaving, he would tap my butt three times before he let go of me and left. In addition, when I was sitting on his lap, he would tap me three times to let me know he wanted up.
Disentangling myself from him, we walked hand and hand down the corridor, and out into the scorching heat of the Texas sun. If you think you’ve experienced heat, you haven’t. Yes, there are those places that reach higher than Texas’ one hundred and ten degrees, but that’s dry heat. Here you have humidity on top of it. All you had to do was walk outside and you were drenched in sweat.
We walked to the Death machine, and Gabe swung his leg over, mounting the bike. He kick started the engine and that familiar vibration rocked my body. Adrenaline poured through my veins, and I hopped on, wrapping my body around his. He handed me my helmet, and we both strapped our on before he took off.
He took the turns low, and my body swayed as one with his. I loved being on the back of his bike, my arms wrapped around him. It felt like everything was okay. There were no death threats from gangs, no coaches trying to push my kids too hard, and no crazy chicks making nutty eyes at my man. Pure perfection. But of course, my dear Gabriel did ruin my high.
We got to Free and pulled up into the main garage area. He hauled me off the bike, walked me over to the toolbox, dropped my hand and said, “Fix it.” Before he turned around and left me standing there. I did get a good laugh though.
Chapter 8
Losers all whine about their best. Winners go home and fuck the prom queen.
-The Rock
Ember
While cruising the aisles at the super Walmart, I was at a loss on what to have for dinner tonight. I hated cooking, and I only knew how to do so many things. I pulled my phone out and texted Gabe without looking. My eyes were on the cupcake display that was right directly in front of me.
Me: “Chicken fajitas okay for dinner tonight?”
I piled in two six packs of cupcakes, one vanilla with whipped icing and one vanilla with buttercream icing. I couldn’t decide which sounded better, so I just got both. This was also why I wore Spanx. I enjoyed Chick-Fil-A and cupcakes too much. I also didn’t work out as I used to.
“Jesus, are you eating for two there, Ember?” Cheyenne teased as she bumped my cart with hers.
“Nope. I know how to use contraception. No babies until I want them. Unlike someone I know.” I said giving her a meaningful glance.
She blew a raspberry at me and made sure to add some spit to it.
“Sicko.” I said as I wiped my face with my sleeve.
The phone chimed in my hand and I slid my finger over the screen to unlock it.
Gabe: “Yuck.”
Feeling baffled, I was about to reply asking him why when I re read my first message and then burst out laughing.
Cheyenne took the phone out of my hand, read the messages and then burst out laughing herself.
“Chicken Vaginas? Is that a new recipe?” She asked while snickering.
“Yep. I saw it on Pinterest.” I said.
“What did you mean to say?” Max said from behind me, making me jump only a little bit.
“Jesus. This was an A and B conversation. C your way out of it.” I answered rudely.
I wasn’t really upset that he listened to our conversation though. I just liked giving him hell. That’s what a little sister is for, right?
“It could have only been one of three things. That’s all she cooks is spaghetti, chicken fajitas, or sausage casserole.” Cheyenne supplied helpfully.
Ignoring them, I made my way to the produce section, trying to escape the twin terrors that were following in my wake. I didn’t succeed though. They still found me in front of the bananas. Watching them out of the corner of my eye, I chose a bundle of bananas, and then texted Gabe back.
Me: “I meant chicken fajitas. Does that sound okay? LOL.”
My phone immediately pinged with his reply.
Gabe: “Good. I only want one and it’s yours.”
Feeling my face flush, I shoved the phone back into my bra and turned towards the twins in time to see them each grab a kiwi from the bottom of the pile. Of course, you can guess what happens next. Yep, the whole fricking thing came tumbling down, and they each found it hilarious.
“Cheyenne! Your kids just dropped all the kiwis to the floor.” I whisper yelled to her when she rounded the corner.
She stood there, wondering what the hell she was supposed to do. There were literally hundreds of kiwis spread throughout the produce section. Max fixed it all by scooping up the girls, depositing one in each of our buggies, and then taking said buggies and guiding them out of the produce section. Cheyenne and I both looked at each other, and then sprinted after him.