“Also, you’re kind of an alcoholic.”
“Am not,” I argued and then paused. “Actually, I kind of am. But if you had sexy angels giving you a lady boner every other minute, you’d need to be heavily medicated too.”
“But you get to have sex with them now.” Mandy waggled her eyebrows at me suggestively. “So, no reason to drink now. Why don’t you do that instead of going out?”
I snorted. “Like opening a vein just so I can get laid is better than alcohol poisoning.”
“Well, you tell me. You said Michael was pretty world rocking.” Mandy pulled into my parking lot and stopped the car. “I’m just saying, you’ve been complaining about not getting any for a while now. This is your chance to get them out of your system.”
Pursing my lips, I stared at the dash. “I’m not sure I want them out of my system.”
“Really?” Mandy’s voice raised in pitch, making my ears ring. “Because I would think guys that hot wouldn’t be that interesting out of bed.”
“That’s so biased.” I gave her a really long look.
“No, it’s not.”
“Yeah huh. People can be hot and interesting. Look at me.” I gestured at myself. “Look at you.” I waved a hand at her. “Are you saying we aren’t interesting because we’re hot?”
“No,” Mandy scoffed. “But you have to admit that Michael is like supermodel hot. Like he’s had a sex tape leaked hot.”
“I’d watch that,” I interjected.
“You know it,” Mandy smirked. “Anyway, I’m just saying. I don’t want you to get your hopes up with these guys. Maybe keep it casual. Just sex. They’re angels after all. What kind of long-term can you have?”
I frowned as I got out of her car. She had a point. Didn’t mean I had to like it, though. I had no problem with having tons of sex with the guys. After all, I’d wanted to get with all of them for a while now. The problem was that since I couldn’t have sex with them, I’d been forced to get to know them, and it was a bit hard to backtrack to just sex.
Closing the door to my apartment, I sagged against the door. Most of my day was over, and I still hadn’t gotten paid for any of the police work. I’d have to talk to Mandy about that.
Heading to the bathroom, I turned on the shower and stripped down. After quickly washing my hair and body, I brushed my toe against my calf. Probably should shave. Then again, I could just wear jeans. But I could end up having sex again with Michael. He didn’t seem to mind my prickly legs the first time.
Frowning down at myself, I grabbed my razor. Putting my foot up on the side of the tub, I dragged the razor over my soaped-up leg.
“Did you find out anything?” Gabriel popped up out of nowhere outside the shower curtain, making me jump.
“Ouch, son of a bitch.” I stared down at my leg where I had nicked myself. Blood trickled down from the cut and yanked the shower curtain open, glaring at Gabriel.
“Sorry,” Gabriel grumbled.
I almost started to yell at him about jumping out of nowhere, but then I glanced back down at the blood and then back to Gabriel.
“What?”
Licking my suddenly dry lips, I said, “Michael tasted my blood.”
Gabriel gave me an odd look. “Why did he do that?”
“To heal it.” I said, and then blurted out, “it’s what made him corporeal.”
His eyes widened and then his eyes dipped down to where the blood had started to dry. Kneeling on the ground of my bathroom, Gabriel’s eyes stayed on my leg. My heart beat faster the closer he came to me.
Unlike when Michael who had put my entire finger in his mouth, Gabriel’s tongue darted out. A tingly feeling slid along my leg where the blood dripped, and then it changed. Warm, wet, and strangely sensual, Gabriel’s tongue became corporeal. His lips skimmed against my shin, and I gasped.
Gabriel glanced up from my leg, heat in his eyes as his hand came up and grasped my ankle. A feral grin on his lips, Gabriel growled, “My turn.”
17
I didn’t hesitate like with Michael. No chit chatting about what he wanted to do now that he was corporeal, though I did know that Gabriel was the more likely of the three to want to indulge in our human ways.
Reaching out, I tangled my hands in Gabriel’s hair and let him lift me out of the tub. I wrapped my wet naked body around him as our mouths collided. Gabriel palmed my ass as our lips sucked and nipped at each other, grinding my core against his stomach.
I licked his lips, demanding him to let me in. Opening his mouth, his warm slick tongue pillaged my mouth, searching out my tongue and tugging it with his. I moaned as he sucked on it, pulling at things low inside of me.
“Clothes, too many,” I gasped, jerking my mouth away. I curled my fingers into his shirt, trying to take it off. Gabriel leaned away from me long enough to let me drag the offending article over his head. I trailed my fingers along the hard expansion of his chest, the feel of his bare skin against my clit making my blood burn with need.
Gabriel turned us around, pushing me up against the wall of the bathroom. My hand reached up, trying to find something to hold on to, but in the process ended up knocking a bunch of crap off the one shelf in my tiny bathroom. My head bounced off the wall, and I winced.
Pulling my mouth away from Gabriel, I rubbed the back of my head. “Ouch.”
“Are you alright?” Gabriel asked, his hand searched for where I hit it. “Did I hurt you?”
“No,” I shook my head. “I hurt myself.” I sighed and shifted against Gabriel, causing a delightful friction that made me close my eyes for a moment.
“Maybe we should move this somewhere else?” Gabriel grinned at me. “Like maybe the bed.”
Chewing on my lower lip, I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I could get behind that.”
“Oh, I think I’ll be the one getting behind something.” The smoldering look he gave me made my breath catch before I started to giggle as Gabriel carried me out of the bathroom. Capturing his mouth again, I rocked against him, his rock-hard abs hitting my slit in all the right places.
We paused briefly when Gabriel pressed me against the kitchen counter. Lifting me up onto it, Gabriel spread my thighs open wide. Giving me a peck and nip, he released my mouth with a wicked grin.
My head fell back as Gabriel dipped down between my thighs. I slid my fingers into his hair, my eyes rolled back in my head as he flattened his tongue against my folds. He lapped at me a few times before pulling my clit into his mouth. I tugged on his hair as the intensity of his mouth overwhelmed me.
Legs wrapping tightly around his shoulders, I arched my hips into him. Gabriel’s hands gripped my inner thighs to keep me from crushing his head closer to me. His fingers trailed up and down along my skin, sending rivulets of desire toward my center.
Just moments before I came, my cell phone rang. I tried to ignore it, to keep reaching for my peak, but it kept ringing insistently. My eyes flew open, and I scrambled for my phone on the counter without breaking the contact with Gabriel.
Mandy, of course. The cockblocking ho.
I pushed ignore, but she only called me again. Growling out my frustration, I answered this time. “What?”
Gabriel peeked up from between my thighs, and I urged him back down. He smirked at me and circled his tongue around my clit, making me gasp.
“Why didn’t you answer?” Mandy complained from her side. I winced and then whimpered as Gabriel slid a finger inside of me.
“I’m busy,” I gasped, swallowing thickly. “What do you want?”
Mandy paused for a moment and then said, “We got a hold of Dr. Marshall. He’s in his office now and waiting for us to come meet him.”
“Okay,” I said, and then covered my mouth to muffle my groan. Gabriel had added a finger and was pumping them in and out of me, his tongue still attacking my pulsating bundle of nerves.
“Well, are you going to come?”
I hoped so.
“I’m …” I trailed off as I let out a silent scream, my body shuddering beneath Gabriel’s ministrations.