19. Gabriel #3
“Yeah, me too. We’ll be right back,” Ronnie says as they scoot out of their chairs and wander indoors together. While Noah gets into the pool and sits on the same bench as me, leaving just enough space between us for Vixen.
“Is she really okay?” I ask him now that we’re alone. A small part of me worries that Ronnie might regret what happened today.
He smirks. “Yeah, just a little sore. We’ll have to go easy on her tonight.”
I grin. Good, we were on the same page. She does still owe us two orgasms after all.
“GAbrIEL, I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOUR MIDDLE NAME IS, ELLIS! You told everyone about what happened at the cave?!” Vixen comes marching back with an angry scowl a few minutes later.
I give a disappointed look at Aubrey, who stands behind her. “You told her?”
“Don’t be angry with her, I’m happy she told me because I don’t think you would have. I can’t believe you did that, Gabe! Do you know how mortifying that is for me?!”
“Oh, come on, it’s not that bad,” I whine.
“It really was,” Aubrey says.
I point at her. “No. It wasn’t. Your virgin ears might have been horrified, but everyone else just found it funny.
Then Silas and Cecilia had one of their fake fights that ends in punishing sex, and that was the end of that.
No one said another word about it.” I shrug.
“Oh! But Silas now knows Sam is gay, so that was pretty funny to watch.”
“Shit, I can’t believe I missed that.” Ronnie comes over to stand behind me and Noah. “His reaction must have been priceless.”
“It was. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so shocked in his life.” I chuckle.
She comes into the water and settles between me and Noah, while Aubrey sits on the opposite bench. I place my hand on her thigh under the warm water and glide my thumb along her skin.
“I’m sorry I told everyone what we did. But they practically guessed it on their own.”
She sighs and drops her head to my shoulder. “I forgive you. But maybe next time, don’t share all the details.”
“Okay, promise.” I kiss the top of her head, then sigh with content now that my girl is at my side. After a few minutes of peaceful silence, I speak up once more. “I can’t believe Morgan and Clay are finally having a baby.”
“Oh, I know. I’m so excited for them. They deserve it so much,” Aubrey says with so much love lacing her voice.
“Isn’t it crazy how much our group has changed in the last years?” Noah chuckles. “Just a few years ago, we were all bachelors. Well, except for Clay. Now we’re all settling down and having kids.”
“Right?” I say, agreeing with him. “But I’m happy about all the changes. I love our little family.” I squeeze Ronnie’s thigh a little in my hand. “Although, you know what that means?” I smile, turning my gaze to Aubrey.
Her eyes widen. “What?”
“There’s only one of us left to settle down,” Noah tells her, and I hear Ronnie giggling softly against my shoulder.
Aubrey’s brows furrow. “Who?” she asks ignorantly.
“You.” I beam.
Her eyes almost bug out of her head, heat rising along her face. “Oh, no. No, no. I’m good alone.”
“Ah, come on, baby Ford. There must be a man out there that you’re interested in.”
The tips of her ears turn red, along with her neck and nose.
“Nope.” Her voice comes out squeaky. She clears her throat before speaking again.
“There’s no one.” She then gives us the fakest imitation of a yawn and stands from the pool.
“It’s getting late, I’m going to head in.
Goodnight, guys.” She quickly scurries into the house.
“Aw, Aubrey. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I’m sorry,” I call after her, but she’s already vanished. Shit, now I feel bad.
“It’s okay, just leave her. It’s a touchy subject,” Vixen whispers to us. “There’s someone, but it’s complicated.”
Noah and I share a look. We aren’t stupid; we’ve seen the lingering looks between Aubrey and Coach.
But I get what she means; that is a complicated situation.
If I had a baby sister who had a thing with my much older boss, I would probably lose my shit.
But Aubrey is so pure and kind; she’d never put that kind of pressure on her brother.
Which explains why the conversation makes her uncomfortable.
Having enough of talking about other people. I pass my hand through Ronnie’s hair and pull her head back. “We’re finally alone,” I breathe against her parted lips. “On a scale of one to ten, how sore are you right now?”
She moans softly as my hand trails up her thigh to the junction of her legs. “I can’t remember,” she whispers.
I smile. “That’s our girl.” Then I claim her lips as Noah detaches her bathing suit and kisses her neck.
We end the night taking turns in making our girl come repeatedly until she’s a gabbling sweaty mess and can no longer stand on her own. I’m guessing eleven orgasms in less than twenty-four hours will do that to you. We then bring her to bed and cuddle with her until she falls into a deep sleep.
Once she’s gone for the night, I climb out of bed, waving goodnight to Noah, and head over to our villa. Where I jump in the shower and get changed, then settle into my bed, wishing I was still with my Vixen.
But I can’t risk it, as much as it kills me to be away from her.