Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 105398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Gabe laughed and gave a little thrust of his hips, sending his cock a little deeper inside of me.
“I don’t really know. Never was the type to compare my dick with friends.” He laughed out.
Smiling at him, I said, “I have a ruler in the other room. Maybe we can measure it real quick.”
“Nah. I have some different plans for you at the moment.”
Then he showed me those plans.
In great detail.
Chapter 10
Sometimes I wake up grumpy; other times I let her sleep.
-T-shirt
Ember
All eyes turned to me as I walked into the bay area of the garage. Everyone was there. Gabe, Blaine and Elliot, Sam and Cheyenne, James, Jack and Max. All the boys had beers in their hands, and the girls were drinking what looked like sweet tea.
“So who forgot to invite me to the party?” I asked the group.
I was messing with them of course. I just woke from my afternoon nap. It was Sunday, so I was allowed to be lazy. I woke up to an empty house, so I took the opportunity to try on my new workout compression shorts that had a holster for my pistol built in. I was admiring how great the compression part sucked in the fat when I decided I needed to show this puppy off, but first I had to find the gun.
I went to the closet and started to search for my firearm when I came across a small box on the top shelf of the closet. Curious by nature, I slipped the lid off and looked inside. The box was full of pictures. Grabbing the box, I took it with me to the bed and had a seat. I dumped the entire thing out onto the bed. Some of the photos were old, and somewhere much newer.
Starting at the bottom, I looked through and found a family photo of a young Gabe, a handsome older man that looked like a slightly older version of Gabe now, and a beautiful woman with shining brown hair. They looked like the perfect little family. It’s hard to imagine that Gabe lost such beauty in his life. Setting the photo on the nightstand, I went about sorting through the pictures. Some were of old army buddies, others of a much more tired looking version of his mom. Even a few of him in high school.
I smiled when I saw the one of a group of men in the desert. I spied Gabe first. He had his shirt off and tucked into the front of his pants. His rifle was slung cross ways across his chest, and he was smiling big for the camera. His dog tags hung between his well-defined pecs, and he was wearing a pair of Oakley’s covering his eyes. He had both of his arms slung around two men. They were shirtless as well, shirts tucked into their pants in nearly the same way. Their guns were resting on their shoulders, and both were laughing full out. This one made me happy, so I decided to keep this one out as well, and placed it on top of the family photo.
Closer to the front was when the pictures started getting annoying. That was where all the women were.
One photo in particular caught my eye. The picture was of Gabe in his dress uniform, and a young woman who looked vaguely familiar. Not sure why, but something about her stood out to me. Gabe looked so handsome in his uniform. Metals were pinned to his coat, colors of all kinds stood out starkly on his left breast. The woman clashed with him in the looks department. She was wearing a form fitting green dress that looked entirely inappropriate for what looked like an army function. Her hair was up in a tight do that made her face looked pinched. She also wasn’t smiling, but neither was Gabe. This must be Sidney.
Feeling a little killer like, I decided maybe I should put the pictures up before I went to the back yard and started offering burned pictures as a sacrifice. Or seeing if I could make a voodoo doll. I felt a little hostile right now, and would probably jump her sorry ass if I had her in the same room with me for any amount of time.
Standing up, I gathered the pictures and shoved them back into the box, making sure to grab the two that were on the nightstand and placing them onto the dresser where I could get them later. I put the box back where I found it, and then went in search of my new gun.
I found it in the kitchen. Why? I don’t know, but hey, who am I to question a man’s way of thinking?
Sliding my new Ruger into the holster, I did a few jumping jacks to see how the fit was. Kinda annoying, but definitely doable. It was definitely a heavy presence at my back.
Slipping my bare feet into a pair of old Nike’s, I changed my shirt into an old volleyball one from high school, and walked out the front door. There was no answer at Cheyenne’s place, so then I tried Blaine’s, but had the same response. Then I went searching and found them all in the bay area of the garage.
“So, how did he measure up?” Elliott asked when he saw me walk through the back door.
Cheyenne and Blaine snickered and my stomach sank. Why would they ask that? Looking to Gabe for a clue as to what was going on, I found him giving Elliott the look. You know the one where if it were possible he would be slicing you in half with his death ray stare.
“How did what measure up?” I asked confused.
“You know. The package.” Jack chimed in glancing at Gabe, and then back to me.
Glancing around, I tried to figure out what the hell they were talking about, but found nothing.
“I’m confused. What are y’all talking about?”
“Well apparently, Ember dear, your man over here forgot to turn off the sound on his microphone. Your sexcapades were heard over the airwaves. Unlucky for you everyone was playing at the time. So, how big was he, best friend?” Cheyenne teased.