Gabe: A Reed Security Romance
By: Giulia Lagomarsino
Series: (Reed Security, #11)
Publication date: February 18th 2019
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Gabe is the 11th book in the Reed Security series. It is suggested they are read in order.
“What’s all this?” Cap asked.
“You asked me to bring dishes.”
“No,” he said slowly. “I asked you to bring a dish.”
“Yeah, and when I asked what kind, you wouldn’t f*&king answer me. You just said enough for everyone. So, I dug through my cabinets and brought every f*&king dish I could find.”
I pointed to all the dishes scattered on the counter. Sinner was laughing at me and Cap was groaning. I just stood there staring at them.
“I don’t get what’s so f*&king funny.”
“A dish, a$$hole. You know, food?” Cap laughed.
“No, a dish is just that, a f*&king dish. If you wanted me to bring food, you should have f*&king asked.”
“I did!” Cap said loudly. “I said that everyone was being asked to bring a dish.”
“Since when does that equate to food? Food is food. A dish is something you put food in.”
“That’s what women call it,” Sinner laughed. “When you go to someone’s house and they ask you to bring a dish, they mean a dish of food.”
“Do I look like a woman to you? Do I look like the type of guy that would know what the f*&k ‘a dish’ is, besides the obvious?”
“Man, if you’re ever gonna get a woman to settle down with, you’re going to have to learn their lingo,” Sinner laughed. “A dish means food, unless it means a dish.”
“Thank you for that, a$$hole. Now it all makes sense.”
He squeezed my shoulder. “No problem. You’ll get the hang of it. It’s really not too hard once you have a few hundred fights.”
“Or you could do what I do and just keep a f*&king list on the fridge,” Cap said.
“Yeah? How many lists are you up to now?” I questioned. “How do you even keep track of what list is for what?”
“It’s pretty simple. I have a list for things I’m supposed to say in certain situations. I have a list of things never to say. I have a list of chores that she expects me to do right away. I have a list of things I can put off without pissing her off too much. And last but not least, I have a list of different looks and phrases, and their meanings.”
“Now that sounds like it would be helpful. Isn’t there some kind of book that women write to let us dumb f*&ks know what the hell they’re thinking?”
Sinner shook his head. “Unfortunately, no. They think we should just ‘know’ this stuff or ‘figure it out’ on our own. Like I have time to sit there and decipher every look and tone in her voice,” he scoffed.
Gabe. Sexy, badass protector with some interesting sexual proclivities.
Isabella. Mother of two and currently filing for divorce.
One night at a bar brought them together, but could Gabe opening the door the morning after actually tear them apart?
He’s not ready to walk away, yet she’s not sure she’s ready to move on. Before he even realizes it, he’s falling for her and her adorable hellions.
He’ll do anything to keep her, including following the unorthodox advice from Knight.
But someone wants her out of the picture, and that only fuels his desire to keep her forever.
They say you don’t realize what you’ve got until it’s gone…
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“Stop being a jackass. I don’t want my suit all wrinkled.”
“Yeah, you’re right, because you’re going to need it for your next date, since you’re going to miss this one,” Chance said as he looked at his watch.
“Shut up, fucker.” I finished stripping down until I was just in my boxers. I went to pull on my jeans, but Jackson stopped me. “Whoa, what the fuck are you doing?”
“I’m putting my jeans on.”
He shook his head and took a few steps towards me. “Look, I didn’t want to be the one to have to tell you this, but boxers are out. Don’t you own any boxer briefs?”
“What’s wrong with boxers?”
“Nothing, except yours have fucking dogs on them. Is that really what you want her to see when she pulls down your pants? Oh, look at the cute puppies on your boxers,” Jackson said in a girly voice. “You don’t want the word cute anywhere near your dick.”
“They’ve never been a problem before,” I smirked.
“And yet you’re still single.”
That wiped the smile right off my face. I walked over to my dresser and yanked open the top drawer. “Fine. Do you have a color preference? I have black, red, and gray. Or would you like me to run out to the store and grab a different color?”
“Black, jackass.”
I frowned down at the briefs for a moment. “What about…” I scratched behind my ear as I tried to think of the right word. “Sweatage?”
“Sweatage,” Chance repeated.
“You know.” I motioned down toward my groin.
“Ah, you mean your sweaty ball sack.” He nodded assentingly. “Use cologne.”
“You want me to put fucking cologne on my dick? What the hell am I supposed to do when I take her to the fucking hospital because she’s been poisoned?”
“You don’t fucking spray the whole bottle on you,” Chance said. “It’s just like the ladies do. They put perfume on their pulse points to draw you in. You do the same thing, sort of. Just dab a little on both sides of your dick. If you end up sweating, you have the cologne to block the smell.”
I shook my head and made my way into the bathroom, Chance following closely behind. I stopped and held up my hand, blocking him from entering the bathroom with me. “I think I can handle this on my own.”
Chance backed off, hands up to show he wasn’t coming in with me. I shook my head as I let out a long sigh and opened my medicine cabinet. Pulling out the cologne, I uncapped it and smirked at my favorite scent. On the other hand, sometimes when I sweat, it didn’t smell so good. Then, I would smell worse than just sweat. Putting the cap back on, I put it back in the cabinet. I was just about to close the door when I saw a bottle of women’s perfume that someone had left behind. Pulling it off, I sniffed and inhaled a flowery scent. If it was between smelling like sweat or flowers, I’d take flowers.
Yanking down my boxers, I sprayed a small squirt on each side of my dick. Then I kicked off the boxers and pulled on the briefs. Puffing out my chest, I felt better already. I walked back out into the room and started pulling on my jeans, then my button down.
“Do I smell flowers?” Jackson asked.
I shrugged, not answering him. I buttoned my shirt all the way to the top when Chance stopped me.
“Jesus Christ, it’s like you’ve never dressed yourself before. Undo two buttons. Give her a peek at the tat on your chest.”
I undid two, but you could just barely see the ink. “Why don’t I undo one more?” I undid the third button, but Chance and Jackson both cringed. “What?”
“You look like you’re going to The Roxbury. Now, you’re in douche territory again,” Chance grimaced.
“You said to show her my tat. She can’t see any of it with only two buttons undone.”
“She just needs a glimpse, to leave her wanting to peel your shirt off,” Jackson said.
“You know, I used to be able to dress myself, but then you assholes came in and suddenly I feel like I’m five years old.”
I'm a stay at home mom that loves to read. Some of my favorite titles are Pride and Prejudice, Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, and Horatio Hornblower. I started writing when I was trying to come up with suggestions on ways I could help bring in some extra money. I came up with the idea that I could donate plasma because you could earn an extra $500/month. My husband responded with, "No. Find something else. Write a blog. Write a book." I didn't think I had anything to share on blog that a thousand other mothers hadn't already thought of. I decided to take his challenge seriously and sat down to write my first book, Jack. I was surprised at how much I enjoyed writing. From there, the stories continued to flow and I haven't been able to stop. I hope my readers enjoy my books as much as I enjoy writing them. Between reading, writing, and taking care of three small kids, my days are quite full.
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