“So, are you guys really insatiable with, I don’t know, torture or whatever?” I asked in the dark.
He was immobile and silent for a second, before he burst out laughing.
I was taking that as a no, and glad to do it.
He snuggled me closer as his laughter abated, and he belatedly replied, “It depends on the situation.”
I got tense.
He chuckled. “Don’t worry, baby, they only get that if they deserve it.”
Hmm.
“Or they piss us off.”
Hmm!
His voice dipped low. “Though, we aren’t men to mess with. You understand that, yeah?”
Oh yeah.
I understood it.
I nodded against his bulging, hairy pectoral.
That was good for us, because I could tell Dexter took Titus seriously, but if he knew about the Nightingale Men, we’d never so much as glimpse his face at a taco festival in the future.
Which reminded me, the taco festival was coming up.
I needed to jot that down on Gabe’s and my social calendar.
“Now, sleep,” Gabe ordered. “We have a lot of eating, lazing and fucking to do tomorrow.”
I laughed softly.
Gabe gathered me closer.
I closed my eyes.
And tucked naked, safe and satisfied to my naked man, living the dream, I, Willow Knightley, fell fast asleep.
Our morning started with waking and fucking, and now we’d advanced to the lazing portion.
I’d gotten up to brush my teeth, wash my face, moisturize and put on Gabe’s tee.
He’d gotten up to make coffee (and brush his teeth).
Now he was coming back with that coffee and a plate of what looked like unwrapped Entenmann’s mini crumb cakes.
I was about to give him shit about having Entenmann’s (even though they were delicious) when he was sleeping with a baker, but he grouched, “I have no idea where half the shit in my kitchen is now that Mom barreled through it.”
He’d already complained about this last night during the making of the pork chops.
“We’ll change it back,” I told him, before I advised, “You just have to let moms be moms.”
He grunted, put the plate on the bed and got into it with me.
He handed me my mug and then dug my Angel burner phone out of the pocket of his joggers (yeah, you guessed it, he put on pants but no shirt, such a lucky girl was I).
