Page 58 of Eleven of a Kind

“Mind what?”

“My body being twisted around yours,” I lifted my head and looked up at him.

“Not at all.” The corners of his mouth curved upward.

“Okay. Good. Not all guys like to be so close.”

“What?” He chuckled.

“I dated this guy once, and after we—well, you know—he wanted me to stay the night, so I agreed. He got up, grabbed his pillow, and said he was sleeping in the guest bedroom. When I asked him why, he said he didn’t like sleeping next to another person because it interfered with his sleep patterns. So, he slept in the guestroom all night. He was weird anyway.”

“How long did you date him for?” Gabriel asked as his hand softly stroked my hair.

“Never again after that night.” I smirked. “Anyway, thank you for a great time tonight. I really like hanging out with your family. And you, of course. What time are we getting up in the morning?”

“I set my alarm for six a.m. That way, I can get you home and be back in plenty of time before Riley comes home.”

“Sounds like a plan, Dr. Kind.” I yawned. “Good night to you, sexy sir.”

“Good night, Piper.” I heard him chuckle.

I closed my eyes and felt the fire stirring inside me. The fire of—I didn’t know what the hell it was. All I knew was that if I continued seeing him, we’d both be in for serious heartache.

* * *

“Dad! Ewe, my eyes! My eyes!” Riley quickly shut the door.

“What the fuck?” Gabriel shot up and grabbed his phone from the nightstand.

“What time is it?” I asked as I sat up and held the sheet over me.

“It’s ten a.m.!” He jumped out of bed and pulled on a pair of sweatpants.

“What do you mean? You said you set the alarm.”

“I did! It didn’t go off,” he shouted.

“Calm down, Gabriel.”

“Don’t you dare tell me to calm down, Piper.” He pointed at me. “My fifteen-year-old daughter just caught us in bed together!”

I climbed off the bed and grabbed his hand. “Come here and sit down.”

“I don’t want to sit down. Fuck! I can’t believe this.” He broke out of my grip and placed his hands on his head.

I pushed him down, straddled him, and pushed his shoulders down into the bed.

“What the hell are you doing?” he asked.

“Breathe, Gabriel. This isn’t the end of the world. Riley is a teenager and knows what sex is. In fact, she probably knows more than we do. It’s not like she’s a little girl, and you have to go down and explain to her what she saw. I’m a little weirded out, but we were sleeping. It’s not like she caught my naked body riding you like a cowgirl.” A smirk crossed my lips.

“I guess you’re right.” He sighed.

“I know I am. So, I’ll get dressed, and we’ll go down and face the consequences of our actions together.”

“With any luck, she’s in her room, and we can sneak out.”

As we walked down the stairs, we heard Riley in the kitchen.