“Aubrey did,” Gabe mumbles.
I gasp even louder. “You traitor.”
“I’ll delete it, I swear… once I find my phone,” she says from her spot. No one in the living room has moved yet. We’re now all talking, but everyone is still lying down, clearly trying to gain their bearings before daring to stand.
My stomach suddenly claws at my skin, grumbling to life. I press a hand down on it, but that doesn’t help.I need food.I wiggle my toes, and they catch in Gabe’s hair once more. His hand comes back and latches onto one of them, bringing it down the side of his face as he kisses the top of my foot, then lets it go.
I manage to turn around on the couch, placing myself on my stomach with my head where my feet used to be, and bring myself up close and personal with Gabe. “Pretty Boy, wake up.” I look down at him.
He smiles but doesn’t open his eyes. I brush a wavy blond strand away from his face. “Come on. Wakey, wakey.”
“What can I do for you, milady?” he says, still not opening them.
“Can you make me that green smoothie of yours? I feel like it would make me feel so much better right now.” I beg with pretty eyes and a smile.
He peeks at me through one slit, then beams and closes his eye again. “It would, but I can think of other things that would help, too.”
I smack his naked chest. “Stop being naughty. Make me my drink.”
He laughs and finally opens his eyes, grays rendering me speechless. Those tiny specks of blue shining brighter as they gaze into my deep sapphires. Gabriel Ellis has beautiful eyes. Those that seem to hold you captive when they fall on you.
My head is held up completely above his as I rest on my elbows, arms on either side of his head as I stare down at his upside-down face. My hair falls down around my face, and with how close we are, it practically serves as a curtain of privacy.
He reaches up and tucks one side behind my ear. “Can I get a kiss?” I narrow my eyes at his request. “You know, for getting up while I’m still drunk and making you our special drink?”
I pucker my lips, thinking it over. Finally, with a grunt, I lower the few inches separating us and press my lips to his quickly. I’m not even sure it lasted a second. But he also didn’t specify the length of time required. “There. Now can I have my drink?”
He pushes himself up as I pull back into a kneeling position on the couch. “Right away, baby.” He stands and stretches himself out. Arms folded above his head as he flexes his back muscles, making them all ripple in effect.
Fuck, that’s sexy as hell.
A warm tingle spreads in my lower abdomen as I grow hot and fuzzy inside while watching him.Holy shit, I’m turned on. Gabriel Ellis just turned me on…My eyes go wide at the realization.This has to be because of that stupid dream.
The dream where I was lying in bed, sprawled out between the both of them. Their hands all over my body, touching every inch of my skin and setting it on fire. Feeling them spread my legs and taking me in turn, while the other devoured my mouth and played with my body.
Jesus, I’m getting wet just thinking about it.
I force myself to look away, my gaze falling on Noah, who watches me intriguinglywith a smirk. He brings a hand up to the side of his lip and taps it. “You have a little drool there.”
I gasp as he laughs, taking the pillow behind me and throwing it at his head. “Shut up! I do not!” I wipe my mouth for good measure, just in case.
When I look around the rest of the room, I find Clay still in his position, clearly not having moved an inch and not planning to. But then I fall on Aubrey, who stares at me with wide eyes, and Morgan, who smiles like a mother watching her child fall in love. But she’s not my mom, and I’m not falling in love.
Definitely not. Never happening.
“Baby, we have a problem. Our smoothie won’t be exactly the same since Hayes doesn’t have all the ingredients I need. But I promise it’ll still be delicious,” Gabe calls from the fridge.
I turn to smile at him. “That’s okay, but I also want food. You promised me one of your gourmet breakfasts.”
He pops his head out from the fridge, grinning back at me. “Anything for you, Vixen.”
“Wait, why are you asking Gabe to cook for you? I can make you something,” Morgan asks with a frown.
Shit… I forgot she was there.
“Umm…” I look around, wanting to cover my face with the pillow I had, but remember I just threw it at Noah. “Because Gabe is a good cook,” I mumble quickly, hoping she won’t hear me.
“What?” She leans in like it might help her hear me better.
