Chapter Fifteen
SEBASTIAN
As I dip my hand down her pants, unzipping her jeans, I hear the sliding door open. I hold her tight against me until her breasts are smashed, her hard nipples grazing my pecs, which makes me grunt. I look for our shirts, but I can’t see them anywhere.
“Aw man. I missed the show.”
I drop my head against her shoulder, frustrated to hear Heaven’s voice. He knew damn well we were out here. What the hell does he want?
He is a cockblock. I didn’t think men our age still had cockblocks, but Heaven is walking proof. He loves interrupting; son-of-a-bitch thrives off it.
Gabriella giggles. I’m glad she finds this funny because I don’t. I’m ready to strip her bare, throw her legs over my shoulders, and take her just like I was always meant to.
“What the hell do you want, Heaven?”
“Oh, you know. Just coming out here for some fresh air. My lip hurts.”
I almost unwrap my hands from Gabriella’s waist when he spouts the lame excuse, but the brush of her tits has me remembering she is half-naked. I do my best not to get blinded by rage or I might punch him again.
“Your lip hurts, so you thought you’d … what? Take it out for a fucking walk?”
“Be nice,” Gabriella says softly into my ear, and my skin shivers from how breathless she sounds.
“No,” my voice deepens in the reply, getting lost in her eyes again, and almost forgetting Heaven is on the porch.
“Yep,” he says, and I hear the drag of a chair sliding out from the table, metal against concrete. It is one of the worst sounds known in existence. “What is it with pools? First Jaxon and Quinn, now you two. You know, I bet that’s where he knocked her up.”
“Oh God,” Gabriella mutters. This time she is the one dropping her head against me.
Talk about extinguishing a fire in a matter of seconds. I make sure I have a good hold on Gabriella and trudge my way through the water. Slight ripples wave along the surface as I walk to the steps.
“What are you doing?” she chirps, her nails digging into my skin a bit harder than I was ready for.
I hold back a hiss and lock my arms around her. “I’m getting us out of here. We are going to my room. Away from Heaven’s eyes.”
She laughs again. “Heaven’s eyes. Sounds so holy.”
“You guys are leaving?”
“Damn, right. I want alone time with Gabriella. Not me, you, and Gabriella.”
“Well, fine then,” Heaven huffs.
“Fine by me.” I open the sliding glass door, and Gabriella shivers in my arms when the air conditioning wraps around us. Her teeth chatter, but I would warm her with my body, only I am freezing too.
“Jaxon … is … g-g-going t-to k-kill us.” Why the fuck is it so cold in here? Someone could catch pneumonia from going in and out of the house like this soaking wet, which is a rarity.
“W-w-why?” she chitters.
“I’m r-ruining his f-floors again.” Water drips everywhere. Puddles. I need to soak it up, but there is no way I am going to leave her alone in my room, half-naked. I’m afraid if the water sits too long, the boards will warp. I doubt they will since Jaxon has the most expensive wood installed, but my paranoia is the real deal. I slide the door open to the outside again, letting a burst of warm air swoosh against us, and we sigh in unison.
Cleaning up the water sounds like Heaven’s problem. If he didn’t interrupt us, this wouldn’t have happened.
There. See? Fucking logic. Somehow, I manage to think with Gabriella pressed against me
“Heaven! Clean the water up on your way back in.”
“Fuck you! I have a bum leg. I ain’t doing shit!”