Teinté de mystères, Tome 6 : Ride or Dye

FALLING ASLEEP NAKED ON Gabe’s chest after a mind-blowing orgasm while he held onto my ass cheeks like I might try to flee in the night was nothing new. We usually woke up after a little catnap, cleaned ourselves up, put on pj pants, and went back to sleep. Waking up in the back of a minivan just before dawn was an entirely new experience.

“Oh shit,” I said, suddenly jerking up to a sitting position.

It was followed by Gabe roaring, “Oh fuck!” when I yanked out several of his chest hairs that were stuck in my dried cum, gluing us together.

“I’m so sorry,” I said, running my hand soothingly over his stinging flesh. “I just realized we’ve been in this minivan all night long. We need to get dressed and sneak back inside the house before the neighborhood wakes up.”

Gabe jackknifed up in the chair so fast he nearly headbutted me. “Ow,” he said, rubbing his lower back. “These seats are comfortable, but they aren’t made for sleeping in for long hours. Or maybe I’m just starting to feel my age.”

“You’re not even forty yet,” I replied with a quirked brow. “I would say it’s the awkward position and the one hundred and fifty pounds of dead weight that slept on your chest.”

Through it all, Gabe had maintained his grip on my ass. He gave me an extra squeeze. “It’s probably why I slept so well.”

A noise to our left had us both looking out the long window. Our paper girl, Amanda, rode up beside the van and launched our paper onto the porch. Gabe and I froze in place and didn’t say a word, hoping she wouldn’t hear us. The windows were tinted, so I had high hopes she wouldn’t see us. It was the last sort of scandal we needed in our lives. I don’t think we breathed until she was out of sight.

“That was close,” I whispered. “We need to dress and get in the house before Mr. Sanders across the street begins watering his flower beds.

“Good call.”

We shut the moonroof and pulled on our clothes as quickly as we could before hustling up to the front porch. I was happy we were able to get to the house without being seen, but my relief died when Gabe tried to open the door only to discover it was locked.

“Oh no.”

“Use your keys,” I said.

“I didn’t bring my normal set of keys. I only have the ones for the rental van. I didn’t think we’d get locked out of our own home,” he whisper-shouted.

“One of the dads must have made the rounds and locked the door. Hey, I know. Use the spare key we keep hidden beneath the flower pot. Oh, wait. You won’t let me hide a spare key.”

“Because I don’t want people trying to murder us in our sleep,” Gabe countered. “Can you wait and bust my balls after we find our way back inside?”

Every day with this man made me love him more and more. It didn’t matter if we were talking, fucking, playing with our kids, or arguing; I couldn’t imagine a day where I’d look at him and think meh. “You know what we need to do, right? We have to suck it up and ring the doorbell or drive off and buy everything we need for our vacation.”

Gabe snorted. “Like either one of us is leaving without kissing our children goodbye.”

“True. You want me to climb the downspout up to the second story and try to climb in our bedroom?”

“I wouldn’t attempt it with the way this vacation is starting out,” Gabe replied.

I tipped my head to the side because he was correct. I was about to agree with him when the front door suddenly opened. Al looked at us with wide eyes and a knowing grin.

“You fellas camp out in the swanky van?” he teased.

“Not on purpose, Dad,” I told him. “We fell asleep and realized we didn’t have our house keys when we tried to sneak back in.”

“Life surely is an adventure for the two of you,” Al said, stepping aside so we could enter.