Meant for Gabriel (Meant For #4) Read Online Natasha Madison

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Insta-Love, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Meant For Series by Natasha Madison
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Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
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I undress by her bed and get in. “Can’t make my girl wait.” I smirk at her while my mouth comes down and eats her pussy.

We spent most of the night entangled in each other. It started with little innocent touches and the next thing you know my cock was either in her pussy or her mouth. We went to get a fruit snack and I ended up eating her pussy on the counter before I bent her over it and fucked her again. We started watching a movie that quickly went to me coming down her throat and her sitting on my face. We are both insatiable, both of us unwilling to discuss how this is going to work.

She’s sitting on the stool the following morning, wearing the shirt I wore yesterday, while I stand at the counter in my boxers, drinking my coffee and watching her as she looks down at her phone. “The meeting next week is rescheduled for two weeks,” she tells me right before my phone rings from beside her. She looks over and then her eyes go big. “It’s Patricia.”

She hands me the phone, and I put it to my ear. “Hey,” I answer.

“Gabriel.” The way she says my name makes my hand put the coffee cup down, and I feel the blood drain away from me. “It’s Colson.”

“What happened?” I say, and I feel Zara beside me right away.

“We’re at the hospital,” she replies. “He fell climbing the tree in the backyard, and he broke his arm, and he needs stitches on the back of his head.”

“Fuck.” I look at the clock. “I’ll get a plane out there as soon as I can.”

“He’s fine,” she reassures me with a heavy breath. “It was just scary there for a minute.”

“I’ll be there as soon as I can.” I put the phone down and call my Uncle Casey, filling Zara in at the same time. “Hey. I need to get home. Colson fell and broke his arm, stitches on his head.” I close my eyes, trying not to let the guilt get to me.

“I’ll call you back with the information.” He hangs up on me, and I look over to see Zara isn’t in the kitchen. I run up the stairs and find her in the bedroom.

She’s tossing my stuff back into my bag. “I have you packed,” she says to me as she runs to her closet. “I’ll be packed in ten minutes.”

My phone beeps with a text from Casey.

Casey: Got a pilot. Can be there in an hour.

Me: Thanks.

“Is he okay?” Zara finally asks softly as she comes to me, dressed in sweatpants and a shirt. You can see she just threw on the first thing she saw.

“Yeah, I think so,” I reply, tossing my phone on the bed and running my hands over my face. “Patricia said he was fine, but I just feel so helpless being so far away from him.”

“We’ll get you home to him. You’ll be with him soon.” I look at her and realize that I’m in love with her and she has this whole other life elsewhere. I don’t say anything to her. Instead, I just nod and kiss her neck and go into the bathroom before I say something else neither of us is ready for.

29

ZARA

“Good morning,” I say as Colson walks into the kitchen. “How are we feeling this morning?” I smile at him as I rush around the counter to help get to him. The blue cast from the middle of his upper arm to the tips of his knuckles is on full display. “Come and sit on the couch and I’ll bring you breakfast,” I tell him nervously looking back at Gabriel, who is hiding his smile under his coffee mug. “Breakfast that your father is going to make because no one needs the house to burn down,” I joke with him as I get him situated on the couch. “What do you want for breakfast?”

“A toastie,” he replies, which I’ve learned over the past three days since I’ve been here is a fried egg, melted cheese, and bacon between lightly toasted pieces of bread.

“You got it, kiddo.” I hand him the remote and walk back into the kitchen.

“Okay, I’m going to try to do it, and you watch,” I tell him, and he just looks at me. “I have to learn how to do the simple things.” I walk over to the fridge, grab the pack of bacon, and then reach for two pans. I put the bacon in the small pan at the back before turning it on medium-low. “Is that right?”

“Yeah.” He nods at me, and I stop to kiss his neck before going to the fridge and grabbing the eggs and butter.

“Okay, so do I do the bread first or the eggs?” I ask him.


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