Dyed and Gone to Heaven (Curl Up and Dye Mysteries, #3) by Aimee Nicole Walker

Author:Aimee Nicole Walker [Walker, Aimee Nicole]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Curl Up and DYE Mysteries, #3
Publisher: Aimee Nicole Walker
Published: 2017-03-06T17:00:00+00:00

“IT WENT A LITTLE something like this,” I told Gabe. “I took Buddy with me for a morning run to try and wake up my sleepy brain. I’d had dreams of Fabio all night long and…”

“Whoa!” Gabe exclaimed loudly. His eyes opened wide in shock, and it was unfortunate that he’d been rinsing the soap from his hair at the time. “Fuck! My eyes!”

“Baby, I’m sorry.” I worried my bottom lip between my teeth as he sputtered and cursed while getting the soap out of his eyes.

“Back the fuck up, Sunshine. Are you sorry that you confessed to dreaming about another dude or are you sorry that you burned my retinas in the process?” He shook his head slowly and asked, “You’re dreaming about our new neighbor so early in our relationship? That’s not good for our outlook.” I couldn’t tell by Gabe’s cop slash poker face if he was truly upset or if he was playing me. His bloodshot eyes could’ve been from rage or the soap; it was hard to say which was true. Both?

“They weren’t those kinds of dreams, Gabriel.” The tone of my voice and the use of his first name let him know I meant business. “They were filled with fear and uncertainty. Him living next door to us increases my heart rate in ways that have nothing to do with my dick!” I elbowed him out of the way to hog the water a little more. I decided perhaps my little cock-teasing stunt below wasn’t harsh enough. Had I known he had such little faith in us…

“I’m sorry, Sunshine.” He wrapped his strong arms around me and nuzzled my neck.

I won’t even pretend that I didn’t melt into him. People can tout Disney’s theme parks as the happiest places all they wanted, but Gabe’s arms were my happy place. They can have the mouse; I had the man. “You’re forgiven. Can I continue now?”

“Please do,” Gabe said.

“So, I felt bad about how I acted toward him last night. My being uncomfortable with him was no excuse for shitty behavior. I would like to think I learned my lesson with you,” I added.

“That’s so mature of you, Sunshine.”

“I have potential,” I confidently told Gabe, then continued with my story. “I decided that I would give Emory cookies as an apology…” My words were interrupted by a loud growl emanating from Gabe’s throat. “Store bought cookies that aren’t half as good as mine, baby,” I assured him. “I only make those chocolate chip cookies for you from now on.”

“That’s what I want to hear,” Gabe said in a gravelly voice filled with passion. “I’ll never share my cookies.” The way he palmed my junk made it known he wasn’t really talking about dessert.

“Yes, baby, my oven will never know any other loaf but yours,” I said, pushing my ass against his groin. I cleared my throat and decided I better focus because I could tell our cookie talk was going to lead to activities that didn’t include baking or talking—unless it was dirty talking.

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