Page 26 of Forever Yours
“You repeat them so often I can’t help it.”
“Just so you know, Prudence invited Devlin to the cabin. When I told her I was going to help you with your proposal—”
“Sebastian is going to help me.” Gabe tried to ignore the flutter in his stomach now that he knew for sure Devlin would be there.
“Whatever.We’regoing to help you. But when she heard that, she decided her and AB would help Devlin with her proposal this weekend. She would’ve invited her, anyway, though.”
“Now that Sebastian is coming with, it’ll be a working weekend for all of us, it sounds like.”
Greyson grimaced. “I’ll have to plan another time to take Pru, just the two of us, before winter is over.”
“Does Devlin know I’m going also?” Gabe asked casually.
“I’d assume that they had a very similar conversation to the one we’re having right now.”
“Minus the Ben Stone quotes, I hope.”
“Nah, there’s a Ben Stone quote for any situation. Pru does me proud.”
All right. He knew she’d be there for sure, and he wasn’t…disappointed by the fact. It sounded like they’d be together but separate, each working on their own proposal.
Chapter Nine
Gabe lay in his bed the morning they were leaving for the cabin, reliving the past few days. Devlin was a whirlwind, just as she’d been the night they’d met. He needed this time away, even though he knew he’d be spending most of the weekend tempering his feelings. He knew he was hard to read, just like his brother. They were often told they’d gotten that from their father—told so by their mother.
A shock of cold air rushed in, as he prepared to get out of bed, so he drew the covers back over himself and snuggled in, hoping for a few more minutes of warmth. Grabbing his phone from the nightstand, he opened his thermostat app, upping the temperature in the master bedroom a few degrees. Five more minutes wouldn’t hurt, so he let his mind drift back to Devlin and her pretty face. Her features, though sharp and angular, were strong and bold. Her style was so different from when they’d first met. She was still bold, but she’d softened. He pictured her rounded hips, felt the swell of her breasts against him when he’d pulled her close in the old art gallery. She justfit.Gabe felt himself starting to throb as he grew hard.
He glanced at the clock. Greyson and Prudence would be there to pick him up within the hour, and he still needed to shower, but the air was so cold and his skin was so warm, so he slid his boxer briefs to his mid thighs, turning onto his back. He thought back to their last kiss, he ran his hand up and down his inner thighs, growing harder as he thought of her soft lips. He gripped his shaft—those lips soft on his head, fuck—already the bead of pre-cum was forming on the tip. His thumb swiped over it and letting a groan build in the base of his throat, he used the moisture to stroke his cock now erect and throbbing. His mind drifted back to that night, how in control she’d been, his pace still slow. He had yet to taste her, and he imagined the bliss that might await him, he pictured her body hovering over his, her legs spread over his face as she took him in her mouth. He would lick her clit, and lap up her wetness, driving her wild. He stroked harder and faster, mimicking what she might be doing with her mouth as she tried to stay focused during his ministrations. He would go back to her clit, sucking with just the right amount of pressure, licking back up then in circles over and over, sucking a little harder with each pass. Her motions would become erratic as her thighs started to tremble. He gripped his cock tighter and stroked harder. Would she give in or try to fight it? He remembered that she’d given in to the sensation while he’d been fucking her, and he had no doubt her orgasm would be on his lips with little coaxing, sliding a finger in as he focused on her clit, she’d clench and the warmth would spread, just as his ejaculate spread now into his hand. He relaxed back into his pillows. Good lord he needed to taste her. He was desperate for her.
If he’d thought getting out of his warm bed into the cold room had been hard before, it was unbearable now. Sprinting into the shower, he blasted the water, toying with the idea of masturbating once more. As tempted as he was, he was running late enough. Sporting a dark flannel and warm vest, he trotted down the stairs, his hair still wet, as he heard Greyson let himself into the house.
“Morning, little brother,” Greyson offered in a cheerful voice. “Ready to go?”
“Yes, just these few boxes and my bag at the door are going. You want any coffee to go?”
“Devlin is bringing the caffeine this morning.” Greyson smiled like the cat that ate the canary.
“What’s with the weird smirk, Grey?”
“Let’s just say Prudence is almost as good at planning as Annabelle. We’re meeting at The Bee in about five minutes.”
Gabe’s look grew more confused. “I don’t want to know. Let’s go.”
Greyson and Gabe carried the boxes down the front steps, navigating the small patches of ice on the walkway leading to Greyson’s black SUV idling in the driveway. He could see Prudence through the windshield, bobbing with excitement.
“Hi, Gabe.” She beamed, getting out of the car to help with the boxes of wine and spirits.
“Mornin’, Pru,” Gabe greeted, stacking the boxes and his bag in the already full back end then securing the hatch.
“Take the front and sit by Greyson, you’ll have more leg room.” Prudence slid into the back seat. “I’m so excited, I love the mountains and it seems like forever since I’ve been there. The pine trees lined up like toy soldiers, marching to battle.”
Gabe rolled his eyes as he climbed in the front seat, knowing full well she had something up her sleeve, since she only chattered on like this when she was nervous or a plan was in action—and she wasn’t nervous.
“Do you know if we still have fishing poles at the cabin?” Gabe asked in a quiet voice, letting Prudence keep hyping the virtues of mountains. “I looked for mine, but I must’ve misplaced them somewhere.”
Greyson backed out of the driveway and started in the direction of The Bee. “I think so. Remember when Dad left ours at home and just bought a bunch to keep at the cabin?”
Gabe laughed at the long-lost memory. “I don’t believe for one second that he forgot them. He hated packing those things with a passion and forgetting them was the only way Mom would let him have two sets.”