the chilly season in the south and left the responsibility of renting the home to the local innkeeper. With three bedrooms and plenty of space for them to spread out, Gabe felt confident it would meet their needs. In addition, since it was just the four of them, they would be able to put protection stones on the corners of the property to ensure they could not be tracked.
Gabe rolled over on his side, stealing another look at Rachel sleeping next to him before closing his own eyes. They had already worked out a system for casting protection spells, the three men taking shifts. He could feel her breathing next to him, he noticed their heartbeats had synced during the night. The scent of her hair was intoxicating, so much so, it was lulling him back to sleep.
He had been running his fingertips up and down the side of her naked body. His hand now slowed to a stop as he drifted off, in and out of a state of unconsciousness.
Gabe was re-awakened by soft, wet lips. Opening his eyes wide, with great surprise, he soon saw his new bride was wide awake now, and had intensions of repeating the passions they had shared the night before, something Gabe was definitely not opposed to.
Freeing his lips for just a moment, Gabe moaned, “Good morning, beautiful.”
“Morning.” her word muffled as her mouth explored his chest. Gabe sighed, happy to let her continue. Reaching down and taking hold of her upper arms, Gabe pulled her body up to match his, their lips meeting once again.
There was a brief knock at the bedroom door, neither noticed though. They continued kissing, their hands running wildly over each other’s bodies.
“Oh my God!” Haim exclaimed from the now open doorway.
“Haim! Get out!” Gabe yelled, tossing a pillow at his friends head as Rachel took refuge under the blankets.
“I’m so sorry. You didn’t answer, I— I—,” Haim stammered.
“Get out!” Gabe cried again.
Coming to his senses, Haim did as he was instructed, quickly shutting the door behind him. Another silent, horrifying moment passed before Rachel burst out laughing.
“I can’t believe you’re laughing.” Gabe exclaimed.
“Oh come on, it was horrific, yes, but he didn’t mean it. We better get dressed and see what was so important.” Rachel suggested.
“Oh yeah?” Gabe questioned, slipping a groping hand down to her bare buttocks and pulling her closer. Rachel giggled in response, kissing him again.
“Tonight, my love.” Rachel responded pulling away and standing to dress herself.
“Ugh.” Gabe huffed. “I’m going to kill him.”
Rachel simply smiled, continuing to rapidly dress herself.
“Seriously, come back to bed, they’ll leave us alone now.” Gabe pleaded.
Rachel kneeled onto the bed with one knee, leaning in close and giving Gabe a quick kiss, careful to maneuver away before she was caught in his grasp. “Get up.”
“Grr.” Gabe groaned, finally complying with her instruction. He was on his feet and fully dressed before Rachel was even halfway finished dressing herself. Gabe laughed lightly.
“What’s so funny?”
“Just how slow you are.”
“Hey! It’s not my fault, these leather pants are like trying to put wet clothes on.” Rachel argued in her defense.
“Well, I’m not complaining. I like watching you get dressed, of course it’s even better when you get undressed.” Gabe said with a smirk.
Tossing one of the remaining pillows from the bed at Gabe’s head, Rachel lost her footing and fell to the floor, her legs now thoroughly tangled in the leather monstrosity of pants. “Will you shut up and go make me a cup of coffee?”
“Alright, alright, no need to get violent.” Gabe said, stepping out of the room and closing the door behind him.
“Gabe, thank God,” Haim gasped, rushing up and grabbing his arm.
“Have you been out here the whole time?” Gabe asked, disturbed by the idea.
“You have to come with me, now.” Haim insisted, dragging Gabe behind him.
Tripping over his own feet, Gabe attempted to shout in protest, but unfortunately nothing would come out. Haim dragged Gabe behind him like a rag doll to the front room of the cottage before dropping him to the floor. Jumping to his feet, alarmed by how easily Haim was able to relocate him, Gabe dusted himself off. Glancing around he saw Uri staring out the front window.
After regaining his composure, Gabe asked, “What’s the big idea? I’m supposed to be making Rachel a cup of coffee, but Sasquatch here insisted I come with him.”
“Yes, yes, we all know you’re whipped, Gabe, but that is a topic of conversation for another time.” Uri