Chapter Fifteen
Eva was glad she had napped because sleep seemed to be the furthest thing from Gabe’s mind. She wondered just how many times a day the average man could make love because as far as she could tell from everything she’d read, Gabe was way ahead of the curve. And to her embarrassment, that fact didn’t bother her in the slightest. On the contrary, it thrilled her.
Gabe’s hands never stopped moving over her body. It was as if he couldn’t get enough of her. Eva had never before been the object of such focused attention.
“Do you mind?” Gabe asked. “I can’t seem to control myself when I’m this close to you.”
“Um-um,” Eva murmured. “How could I possibly mind?
When they’d arrived at her door, Gabe had already begun stripping her of her clothes before she even had it unlocked. He sat her, naked, on the couch, spread her legs, and buried his face between them, licking her greedily until she’d come against his mouth, trembling, whimpering, nearly purring like a cat. He’d just as quickly laid her down and buried his rock hard cock inside her. God, if she remembered correctly, she may have cried with pleasure. When Gabe climaxed, deep inside her, she’d felt the muscles of his buttocks contract beneath her hands as a raw sound, almost a roar, tore from his throat. He’d cried out, “Yes, Eva… f*ck yes.” She’d felt the head of his cock press against her womb, hot, hard, thick, and oh-so heavy inside her.
After his breathing slowed, Gabe had tried to hold himself above her, but his arms trembled. Eva pulled him to her. He’d kissed her, his lips warm, his tongue searching, before he’d curled his head against the side of her neck and promptly fallen asleep. Reluctant to wake him, Eva had wiggled beneath him, trying to find a position that was comfortable and allowed her to breathe beneath his weight. She’d carefully scooted his chest off to the side on the narrow couch, most of him still on top of her, his cock still inside of her. It had been a long day. Eva closed her eyes and let sleep take her.
Now she was wide-awake and in her own bed. Gabe must have carried her into her bedroom and she’d been so out of it she hadn’t even awakened. It was still dark in the room so she knew they had time to do whatever. Gabe’s fingers traced the contours of her breast, slid up over her collarbone, and finally slipped along the line of her jaw and stopped at her lips. She kissed his fingers tenderly.
“Do you mind if we just talk for a while?”
Eva laughed. “As opposed to…?”
“F*cking for the tenth time.”
“What do you think I am?” asked Eva, still laughing, “Insatiable?”
“No,” Gabe grinned at her, “but I’m beginning to think I am when it comes to you.” He laid his face against her chest and inhaled deeply. “You smell so damn f*ckable, woman. But I don’t want to make you sore and quite frankly, I’m not one hundred percent certain I can get it up again. At least not for another few hours. Maybe not until tonight.”
“I’m all for talking…with you,” Eva answered him. “What’s going on? Is it something serious? Are you worried about Father Green?”
“No…well, yes,” Gabe replied, “but he seems to be holding his own. It’s about what he told me when I went to Chicago. It came as a bit of a shock, and I haven’t wanted to discuss it with anyone outside of my family, but I’d like you to know.”
Eva turned over and propped herself up on an elbow. “What is it?” she asked, both curious and a little concerned.
“He told me I have a half-brother… my sister and I have a half-brother.”
“Really…” Eva responded.
“You know that my father left us when I was twelve.”
“Yes?”
“His name was Patrick McIntyre. I took my mother’s maiden name, Abbott, when I graduated from high school. So did my sister. Patrick McIntyre remarried and had a son, Quincy. He abandoned Quincy’s mother when she got breast cancer. She died five years ago and Quincy was left homeless. He spent time in and out of foster homes and juvenile hall until a social worker finally hooked him up with Father Joe. He’s been in his school for two years and he’s turned himself around, doing very well.”
“Why didn’t Father Green tell you before now?”
“Quincy wouldn’t let him. He didn’t want anybody’s pity. Believe me, I know the feeling.”
Eva stroked Gabe’s arm. “So how come he changed his mind? Or did Father Green change it for him?”
“No, Father Joe was willing to keep his confidence. I think it was that Quincy realized he was in danger of losing the one man he considers family. He didn’t want to be all alone in the world, so he agreed that Father Joe should tell me.”
“Did you meet him?”
“Yes. My sister and I went to the school as soon as we found out. It wasn’t all warm and fuzzy, believe me. Quincy’s pretty standoffish. He’s a lot like me at that age. Proud, independent, stubborn, tends to wear a big fat chip on his shoulder.”
“I can only imagine with all he’s been through. What are you going to do? Bring him out here?”
“He doesn’t want to move to California, at least not now. He’s a senior and he wants to finish up school in Chicago. I’m encouraging him to come out for the summer though. I wanted you to know what’s going on, because I intend to be with you, Eva. I want you to be a part of this.”
Eva was silent for a moment, considering the implication of his words.
“You mean… Gabe…do you mean you want me to be a part of your life? To get to know your family? Is that what you’re saying to me?”
Gabe reached over and his fingers brushed away a lock of hair that had fallen across Eva’s face. He searched her eyes, his own hopeful.”
“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying.”
Eva smiled at him. “Yes, I’d like that. I’d like to get to know your family. On one condition.”
“What’s that, sweetheart?”
“Turnabout is fair play. You’ll have to pass muster. Remember, I have four big brothers and they’ve yet to meet a man they thought was good enough for me.”
Gabe grinned right back at her. “I guarantee I’ll be the first.”
And I hope the last, Eva added silently, right before Gabe kissed her.