“Jane?” Mandy asked, worry in her voice. “Are you okay?”
“F-fine,” I stuttered and then yanked at Gabriel’s head, but he refused to let me come. He lazily stroked me, his eyes peering up at me. The sight alone was erotic enough to get me off. If Mandy would stop talking!
“Jane, are you drunk?” Mandy chuckled. “I knew you said you were going to get trashed, but I didn’t expect it to be so soon. I’ve only been gone half an hour. What’d you do, chug the whole bottle?”
“Mandy!” I shouted just as Gabriel curled his fingers inside of me.
“Oh my god,” Mandy gasped. “You’re having sex, aren’t you?”
“Trying to!”
“Then why did you pick up the phone, you idiot?” Mandy screeched back.
“Because you wouldn’t stop calling.” Gabriel picked up the speed, making my heart race. I tried to hold back my sounds, but a squeak slipped through.
“Ugh, just meet me at his office when you’re done. I’ll text you the address.” She hung up without waiting for my response. Good for me too because my orgasm was back, and Gabriel finally let me have it.
I dug my nails into his scalp, my phone clutched in my other hand as I cried out. Gabriel released my legs and stood to his feet, licking the remnants of me off his fingers. I was two seconds from demanding he take his pants off when my phone chirped.
Letting out a frustrating groan, I glared down at it.
“Meet me at 24th and Center. And hurry it up!”
Frowning, I turned back to Gabriel.
“What’s wrong?” Gabriel returned my frown. “You reached your climax, didn’t you?”
I nodded and patted him on the shoulder. “Yeah, it was great but sadly duty calls.” My eyes scanned over Gabriel’s form, settling on the bulged in his pants. “It’s too bad ‘cause I really wanted to return the favor.”
“That’s okay,” Gabriel moved back toward me, sliding his arms around my waist. “You can owe me one.”
“I think that would be several actually.” I beamed up at him, wrapping my arms around him. He smiled and pressed his lips to mine, and before long we were grunting and groping again.
Of course, just as I started to undo his pants, my phone chirped again.
“Fucking Mandy,” I growled, looking down at the screen.
“Ten minutes or I’m coming to get you.”
Gabriel chuckled, a sexy sound that made me want to risk Mandy walking in on us. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d seen me naked with one of the angels, and it would serve her right.
“Let’s go before your friend has a heart attack.” Gabriel helped me off the counter and went in search of his shirt while I pulled on new clothes.
“You don’t have to come, you know,” I told him as we headed for the door. “I’m sure you want to check out some stuff while you can actually feel.”
Gabriel shrugged. “The only thing I’m interested in is you ... and maybe one of those burritos you had earlier. They looked good.”
Grinning at him, I headed down the stairs toward my car. “I think we can make a pit stop on the way. Michael lasted about an hour before he went all ghostly again. You’ve got at least forty minutes. Just long enough to get some yummy burrito goodness in you.”
I got into my side of the car and waited for Gabriel to follow, but he stood outside the car door, a cute quizzical look on his face. Trying not to grin, I leaned over and opened the door for him. “Come on, can’t poof yourself in here anymore.”
Gabriel awkwardly got into the car. He shifted in his seat, his brow crinkled. “It’s strange.”
“What is?”
“Feeling.”
“What, you never felt anything before?”
Gabriel shook his head. “It’s not the same. Everything is so hard and cold. How do you deal with it?”
“With alcohol and Mexican food,” I cracked, earning me a frown. Oh, he was serious. “I don’t know,” I sighed. “You get used to it. Sometimes, you find someone who makes things just a little less hard and a bit warmer. Then living in this world isn’t so bad.”
“Do you have someone like that?” Gabriel asked, a vulnerable look on his face.
“Not yet,” I smiled softly. I turned on the car, and my car beeped at Gabriel to buckle up. “Put your seatbelt on.”
“What?” He glanced at me.
I reached over Gabriel and grabbed the seatbelt. Our breaths mingled, and I paused, realizing how close we were together. The temptation to close the distance between us was overwhelming.
Shaking my head, I broke whatever spell going on between us and clicked his belt in place. Settling back into my seat, I took a deep breath and let it out. Putting the car into drive, I sighed. “Here we go.”
We drove down the street for a while in silence, the tension in the car was palpable. I hit a particularly hard bump in the road, and Gabriel’s head hit the ceiling.
“Ow.” He rubbed his head. “What was that?”
“That was pain. Apparently now, you can feel it too. All the more reason to have your seatbelt on.” I eyed the belt across his chest.
“You think I could die?” Gabriel quirked a brow, not at all as concerned as he should be.
Lifting a shoulder and then dropping it, I said, “I don’t pretend to know anything about you guys, I just see you. You’re the ones with angelic genetics. I’m just saying you should be careful until you know more.”
Gabriel chuckled.
“What?” I glanced his way.
“I just find it funny, you telling me to be careful, but you are the least careful person I know.” He grinned until I could see his tonsils if I wanted to.
I pulled into the drive-thru of Del Macho Taco and said, “I don’t have a death wish if that’s what you are saying, but I believe we only have one life. What’s the use of playing it safe?”
“But I should?” Gabriel arched a brow.
Stopping at the drive-thru box, I ignored the little voice coming from it and said to Gabriel, “I’m human. I’ve already come to terms with my imminent death, but you’re an angel. Who knows if you dying would start the apocalypse?” I turned away from Gabriel and answered the box, “Can I get three Macho Burritos?” I shot a grin at Gabriel before adding, “And lots of fire sauce.”
“Will that be all?” the voice asked.
“That’ll do me,” I replied and after the voice told me my total drove around the side of the building.
“What’s fire sauce?” Gabriel asked, a suspicious look in his eyes.
“Just wait. You’ll see.” I gave him a coy grin.
When I got to the window, I paid the person and then thanked them as they gave me my food. I handed Gabriel the bag with a large grin. “Bon Appetit.”
I drove out of the parking lot while Gabriel dug into the bag. He pulled out one of the burritos, his eyebrows raised as he turned over the metallic paper covered bundle.
“Go ahead,” I urged him. “They don’t get better as they cool off, believe me, I know.” I kept looking over at Gabriel as I started toward the address Mandy sent me. The first bite he took, he made a face, a sort of grimace mixed with awe. A strange expression to be sure.
“So? Do you like it?”
Gabriel’s jaw moved up and down, and then he swallowed. Tilting his head to the side, he stared down at it. “I’m not sure. The texture in my mouth is peculiar. Is it supposed to be like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like it’s somehow solid but also mushy and … juicy?” Gabriel gave me a look as if asking for confirmation.
I couldn’t help it. I laughed. “It’s because of all the different ingredients in it.” When Gabriel only looked at the burrito like it was some kind of nuclear bomb, I sighed and grumbled, “Maybe we should have started with something easier. Like a chip. Can’t go wrong with a chip. It’s a fried potato.”
“What about this?” Gabriel held up the little container of red sauce from the bag.