Page 206 of The Path to Loving Him
His beard grazed all over my chest, up my neck, and around my stomach. His teeth marked along my collarbone and even right above my breasts. My legs and my arms are sore, as well as between my legs.
Yet I’m so freaking satisfied.
Never been happier.
Never felt more content.
Never realized this is what life could be.
I quickly rinse, go to the bathroom, and slip on my clothes. I find my phone on the bathroom counter, so I check it and see a text from Bennett.
Bennett:Did you catch the game last night? I got plunked in the ass, and it’s now a GIF.
And below the text is a GIF of Bennett getting hit in the ass, but as he’s getting hit, for some reason, he popped his butt out, so it looks like he’s twerking as the ball is hitting him.
I laugh out loud and text him back.
Gabby:Shit, I wish I’d have seen this. I’ll be using this GIF for everything now.
Bennett:How did I know you were going to say that? If you weren’t watching me play last night, you better have a good reason.
Gabby:I do. It was girls’ night at Hattie’s, which turned into a secret proposal. Hattie and Hayes are engaged. I spent the night with Ryland’s family and well . . . spent the night at his house. (Leaving out the rest of the details for your benefit.)
Bennett:I appreciate it. But wow, sounds like a great night. So things are moving along over there with Coach Rowley?
Gabby:You know you can call him Ryland. And yeah, they are. We sort of told each other we loved each other last night.
Bennett:Seriously? Holy shit. That’s huge.
Gabby:It was (and I’m talking about the moment, not what’s in his pants, although that’s huge too.)
Bennett:Jesus, Gabby. Please . . . no.
Gabby:LOL! I have to make you gag a little . . . kind of like how he made me gag.
Bennett:Okay, I’m done. I love you, please don’t talk to me again.
Gabby:LOLOLOL. Love you too.
After setting my phone down, I check my hair before I make my way downstairs, where I find Mac sitting on the couch with the Chewys, watching a show.
She’s startled at first when she sees me, then she leaps off the couch and runs up to me, giving me a huge hug. “Gabby, you’re here.”
“I am,” I say as I catch Ryland in the kitchen in the same outfit as me, but his fits way better. He glances over his shoulder and offers me a wink before turning back to the griddle.
Ugh . . . I really do love him.
“Why did you spend the night?”
Uh, great question.
“You know, I think that’s a question for Uncle Dad.”
Taking me by the hand, Mac leads me to the kitchen and says, “Why did Gabby spend the night?”
Ryland puts the last of the pancakes on a cooling rack and turns toward us. He leans against the counter, folds his arms. “Because I like her.”
“Oh . . .” Mac looks up at me. “Where did you sleep?”
