42 Hours (Time for Love 3)

Dinner was full of stories and laughter, and once we were done, we took our wine outside to enjoy a bonfire. We enjoyed our dessert outside, when Scott brought out all ingredients for s’mores.

“Do we need to hit up the grocery store for anything tomorrow?” Cal was asking as I held my marshmallow over the flame. I liked mine to be burnt to a crisp.

“I don’t think so, why?” Scott responded.

“Cause I know we’re all gonna want to drink beer all day, so if we need to inventory what we’ve got, and make a last-minute run before we start the grill, that’d probably be a good idea,” Cal said.

Everyone nodded their agreement, and Shelly said, “We’ll check it out when we get up. Make sure we have everything.” She put her s’more together, then settled on Cal’s lap and snuggled to him, groaning when she took the first bite.

“Babe … you can’t groan like that while you’re sitting on my lap,” Cal complained, the look on his face making the rest of us laugh.

“Sorry, babe,” Shelly replied, not looking sorry at all.

When my marshmallow was perfectly charred, I placed it in between the chocolate and graham cracker and sandwiched it, squeezing it until the marshmallow began to ooze out the sides.

“You take your s’mores seriously, huh?” Scott asked teasingly.

“Absolutely,” I replied, putting the corner in my mouth and biting down. I closed my eyes as the melted chocolate, crunchy graham cracker, and sweet marshmallow hit my tongue. It was heaven.

“Shit,” Scott’s voice sounded gruff from beside me. “I’ll give you s’mores every day if I can watch you eat them.”

I opened my eyes, grinned, and licked my lips, causing him to groan softly.

Sasha was right … This was fun!

Chapter 19 – Scott

We hung out well into the night, drinking and talking by the dying fire. When the girls started dozing in their chairs, we decided to call it a night and helped them inside.

That was only a couple of hours ago, yet here I was wide awake and easing myself into Gaby’s room. She looked adorable, her long hair in disarray around her, covers kicked off, and a light snore emitting from her.

I stood there watching her for a few seconds, then started to feel like a creeper, so I bent low at the waist and gently brushed locks of hair out of her face as I whispered, “Gaby … Gabs … wake up.”

“Mmmm,” she said dreamily, moving to the side toward my voice.

I wanted to lick her. Overwhelmingly needed to lick every inch of her.

I shook my head and f

ocused on the task at hand.

“Gaby,” I said again, a little louder this time.

Her eyes fluttered a bit. She turned her head toward me and I watched as her crystal-blue eyes came in to focus on my face. She smiled sleepily and brought her hands up over her head to stretch.

“What time is it?” she asked groggily.

“It’s still nighttime,” I responded, unable to control my hand from caressing her face. “I was wondering if you’d like to go watch the sunrise with me.”

She nodded, stretched one last time, then swung her legs over the side of the bed.

“It’s a little chilly out, so bundle up. I’ll meet you downstairs.” I had to get out of there before I said fuck the sunrise and threw her soft, warm body back on the bed and covered it with mine.

I high-tailed it out of there and jogged lightly downstairs.

I went to the coffee pot and filled it, then got out two mugs and waited for it to percolate.

I was adding the flavored creamer that I knew Gaby liked to her coffee when I felt her arms come around me and she hugged me tightly.