it and worked them inside her until the last of the aftershocks quieted. She was panting, gasping for breath, her body so boneless she would have slipped off the seat if Gabe didn’t have her impaled on his fingers and his cock.
When at last he withdrew from her body, he stripped off the condom and lifted her down to the floor. She was soaked and shivering again, this time from the strength of the passion just expended. It seemed as if with the intensity of her orgasm her adrenaline had crashed and every bit of energy had leached out of her. Leaning against Gabe for support, she was glad enough to let him soap her again and rinse her off.
When he had her completely dried, he pulled a thick terry robe off a hook on the wall, bundled her into it and tied the sash. He shoved his arms into an identical one, then lifted Rachel and carried her into the bedroom, laying her gently in the bed. Sitting beside her, he took one of her hands and enfolded it in his.
“I’m going to dig in the closet find some clothes that fit me, then go talk to Killian.
They must know something by this time.” He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss on her forehead. “You get some sleep. You have to be exhausted.”
That was certainly true but she had no intention of being left out of whatever was happening. Gabe was becoming more important to her by the minute, not to mention the fact that she’d landed square in the middle of this hot potato. Exhausted or not, she was sticking to him like glue.
She pushed herself up on the bed. “I need to find some clothes too,” she told him.
“If I can just get a pot of coffee I’ll be fine.”
“Listen, Rachel…” he began.
She shook her head. “I have a right to know what’s going on. You’ll have to tie me up to make me stay up here.”
From somewhere he dredged up a grin and a hot light flamed in his eyes. “Hold that thought for a better time.” His face sobered. “I know you’re exhausted and the workout I just gave you didn’t help.”
She shook her head. “I told you. Some coffee and I’ll be fine. Now. Are you going to help me find clean clothes to wear or do I sashay downstairs in nothing but this robe?”
Gabe threw up his hands. “Fine. All right. I guess I wouldn’t feel the way I do about you if you could be pushed around. But you follow my lead in everything. Agreed?”
The way he felt about her? Exactly what did that mean? Something inside her unfolded and surged through her. Was it hope? Anticipation? Some emotion she’d deliberately kept buried? Hopefully when this was all over she’d have a chance to find out. But right now they had other things to worry about.
She nodded her head. “Agreed.”
Reluctantly he stood up and held out his hand to her. “I’m not happy about this but okay. Let’s find something to put on and go find Killian.”
Dan Killian was right about keeping a fully stocked wardrobe in every size. Both Rachel and Gabe were able to find jeans and shirts, even underwear, to fit them. Gabe dressed in his usual black, while Rachel found navy jeans and a dark blue pullover top.
Luckily her shoes were none the worse for the wear. The clothes she’d pulled on at home still reeked with the scent of sex. She’d either have to find a way to wash them or throw them out.
Killian was in the kitchen, waiting as a stream of water from a fancy machine somehow miraculously turned into coffee.
“Instant?” she asked. “Although at this point I’d take anything.”
He shook his head. “One of my new toys. It’s a Keurig.” He indicated a carousel filled with a variety of tiny sealed cups. “We’ve got every kind of coffee or tea you can think of. Brewed in less than sixty seconds. What’s your pleasure?”
She tucked her damp hair behind her ears. “Anything high test. Straight.”
In seconds he handed her a mug of strong Columbian roast. She sipped at the hot liquid, pleasantly surprised at the enjoyable taste.
“Tell me why you
When at last he withdrew from her body, he stripped off the condom and lifted her down to the floor. She was soaked and shivering again, this time from the strength of the passion just expended. It seemed as if with the intensity of her orgasm her adrenaline had crashed and every bit of energy had leached out of her. Leaning against Gabe for support, she was glad enough to let him soap her again and rinse her off.
When he had her completely dried, he pulled a thick terry robe off a hook on the wall, bundled her into it and tied the sash. He shoved his arms into an identical one, then lifted Rachel and carried her into the bedroom, laying her gently in the bed. Sitting beside her, he took one of her hands and enfolded it in his.
“I’m going to dig in the closet find some clothes that fit me, then go talk to Killian.
They must know something by this time.” He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss on her forehead. “You get some sleep. You have to be exhausted.”
That was certainly true but she had no intention of being left out of whatever was happening. Gabe was becoming more important to her by the minute, not to mention the fact that she’d landed square in the middle of this hot potato. Exhausted or not, she was sticking to him like glue.
She pushed herself up on the bed. “I need to find some clothes too,” she told him.
“If I can just get a pot of coffee I’ll be fine.”
“Listen, Rachel…” he began.
She shook her head. “I have a right to know what’s going on. You’ll have to tie me up to make me stay up here.”
From somewhere he dredged up a grin and a hot light flamed in his eyes. “Hold that thought for a better time.” His face sobered. “I know you’re exhausted and the workout I just gave you didn’t help.”
She shook her head. “I told you. Some coffee and I’ll be fine. Now. Are you going to help me find clean clothes to wear or do I sashay downstairs in nothing but this robe?”
Gabe threw up his hands. “Fine. All right. I guess I wouldn’t feel the way I do about you if you could be pushed around. But you follow my lead in everything. Agreed?”
The way he felt about her? Exactly what did that mean? Something inside her unfolded and surged through her. Was it hope? Anticipation? Some emotion she’d deliberately kept buried? Hopefully when this was all over she’d have a chance to find out. But right now they had other things to worry about.
She nodded her head. “Agreed.”
Reluctantly he stood up and held out his hand to her. “I’m not happy about this but okay. Let’s find something to put on and go find Killian.”
Dan Killian was right about keeping a fully stocked wardrobe in every size. Both Rachel and Gabe were able to find jeans and shirts, even underwear, to fit them. Gabe dressed in his usual black, while Rachel found navy jeans and a dark blue pullover top.
Luckily her shoes were none the worse for the wear. The clothes she’d pulled on at home still reeked with the scent of sex. She’d either have to find a way to wash them or throw them out.
Killian was in the kitchen, waiting as a stream of water from a fancy machine somehow miraculously turned into coffee.
“Instant?” she asked. “Although at this point I’d take anything.”
He shook his head. “One of my new toys. It’s a Keurig.” He indicated a carousel filled with a variety of tiny sealed cups. “We’ve got every kind of coffee or tea you can think of. Brewed in less than sixty seconds. What’s your pleasure?”
She tucked her damp hair behind her ears. “Anything high test. Straight.”
In seconds he handed her a mug of strong Columbian roast. She sipped at the hot liquid, pleasantly surprised at the enjoyable taste.
“Tell me why you