Chasing Sunsets by J.E. Joyce

Author:J.E. Joyce
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: J.E. Joyce

CHAPTER EIGHT

GABRIEL

It was almost sundown by the time we finally returned to the marina. I attempted to help Cade park the boat… tie off? Anchor?… make sure it doesn’t float away. Whatever it’s called. I don’t know, do I look like a sailor? I don’t need to know all the lingo to let my own personal gladiator ferry me around on his yacht and feed me grapes while sexing me into a cock coma.

If I had my way, we would have spent another night out there before coming back to the real world. When we finally get back on solid ground, looking at my phone brings me right back down to earth from the high of the last twenty-four hours. I don’t have merely a couple of missed calls and texts. Oh, no. Miss Dee, Almighty Queen of the Overdramatic, has called 57 times and texted a conservative 127 times. This is what I get for leaving the most melodramatic attention whore on the planet alone for the night. You would think a grown-ass woman would have something better to do than harass her best friend, who is on a date that SHE SET UP.

I’m just pulling up her contact and ready to dial her when Cade comes up behind me, snaking an arm around my waist and pressing a kiss to the back of my neck.

“You know, if you keep mouthing my neck like that, I’m going to think you’re half obsessed with me already,” I tease, leaning into his hold. I’m really only half kidding. The man can’t seem to keep his lips off my neck and shoulders. He hums contentedly against my skin, nipping gently.

“Nothin’ half about it, baby shark,” he mumbles, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “But come on, we’re gonna be late.” His hand slips from my waist as he steps around me but quickly finds my hand, our fingers automatically tangling together like we’ve done it a thousand times, and he tugs me after him down the dock and toward his car.

“Late? Where are we going? I really should call Dee. She’s having an unholy conniption fit,” I say, not bothering to disguise my exasperation as my phone buzzes yet again.

“Leave her be. We’re not late… yet,” Cade says cryptically as he opens the passenger side door for me, waiting for me to climb in.

“You clearly have never met the woman. There is no ‘letting her be’… she’s more terrifying than a Real Housewife at a sample sale.”

“Well, see, now I know you’re exaggerating. The Duchess would never be caught dead at a sample sale,” Cade says, climbing into the driver’s side with a wink.

“Sweet baby Jeebus and all that is holy… he has the Dream Dick—trademark pending—and he knows housewives?!” I gasp, pressing the back of my hand to my forehead in a full-on Scarlett O’Hara swoon.

“Trademark pending, huh?”

“Shut up. It’s my soul mate. It must be protected,” I sniff.

“Protected against all that horrible dick plagiarism. Uh-huh,” he deadpans.

“Cock pirates are a very real threat, thank you very much!” I screech indignantly.

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