enough to help. I hated bussing tables and washing dishes. It was my grandmother’s idea for me to start singing during dinner hours. I was only about twelve, and once I was up on stage, from the very first time I performed, I knew it was what I wanted to do.”
“At first, my parents indulged me, because singing made me happy and it was good for business. It wasn’t until a few years later when I started writing and performing my own songs that they took me seriously and began to look into the possibilities.”
“Do you have pictures, Gabe? I’d love to see you singing as a kid.”
“Of course. Between my parents and my grandparents, I could fill a room with all the photo albums. I’ll show them to you when we get to Mexico if you’d like, assuming, of course, that you don’t take off on any more motorcycles.”
Summer started laughing. “I can’t believe you thought Carlos was my boyfriend. That is so funny.”
“Believe me, I found nothing funny about it at the time. And why wouldn’t I think he was your boyfriend? If Marisol hadn’t told me he was your cousin I’d probably still be sulking.”
“It’s funny, because not only is Carlos my cousin, he’s also gay. Marcos and he have been partners for years, and they’re very happy together. That’s probably why we’re still so close. When he came out, most of the family disowned him. We’re both the forgotten children in the family, except for our grandmother. She’s always loved us and supported us, and Carlos and I have always supported each other. Isolation makes for very strong binding.”
He leaned closer and gently touched his lips to hers, tracing her face with his fingers, sliding his hands to her back and neck, pulling her closer.
“I love how you kiss me, Gabe. You’re very good at it, you know.”
“I’m glad you think so, because I love kissing you. Come closer, querida . Let me have more of you.” He covered her mouth once again, but this time it wasn’t gentle at all. This time it gained heat and urgency as he chased her tongue with his own, charging and retreating, teasing with shorter kisses then delivering with longer, deeper ones. Within minutes, kissing was not enough. Gabe pulled her onto his lap, running his hands up and down her back, gripping her waist, holding her body against his own.
He trailed kisses down to her neck, and she moved her head to the side to give him better access. He kissed, licked, and nibbled his way down to the skin above the neckline of her t-shirt and finally moved his hand up to cup her breast in his hand. Summer moaned as he squeezed and massaged her through her shirt, pulling in a sharp breath when he slipped his hand underneath to feel her skin and tease her nipple into a hard, aching point. She arched up into his hand wanting closer, harder contact.
“ Diós , Summer, I want you. Come into the house with me. Let me make love to you.” They were both breathing hard.
“Your parents? Marisol?”
“Asleep, all of them. There is a small guestroom downstairs, away from everyone. Let me take you there, Summer.”
“God, yes, Gabe.” She stood and reached for his hand, and he pulled her into his arms again, kissing her with such promise she felt the sting of tears. He pulled her towards the house, stopping every few steps to kiss her some more. They practically ran inside. The house was dark except for the stove light turned on in the kitchen. Gabe backed her up against the counter and ground his hips against hers, both of them moaning as they rubbed against each other. He cupped her face in one hand and smiled. Summer smiled back for all she was worth. He put his fingers to his lips signaling her to be quiet as he led her down a hallway to a corner bedroom off by itself. Everyone else was asleep upstairs.
They tiptoed inside, and Gabe shut
“At first, my parents indulged me, because singing made me happy and it was good for business. It wasn’t until a few years later when I started writing and performing my own songs that they took me seriously and began to look into the possibilities.”
“Do you have pictures, Gabe? I’d love to see you singing as a kid.”
“Of course. Between my parents and my grandparents, I could fill a room with all the photo albums. I’ll show them to you when we get to Mexico if you’d like, assuming, of course, that you don’t take off on any more motorcycles.”
Summer started laughing. “I can’t believe you thought Carlos was my boyfriend. That is so funny.”
“Believe me, I found nothing funny about it at the time. And why wouldn’t I think he was your boyfriend? If Marisol hadn’t told me he was your cousin I’d probably still be sulking.”
“It’s funny, because not only is Carlos my cousin, he’s also gay. Marcos and he have been partners for years, and they’re very happy together. That’s probably why we’re still so close. When he came out, most of the family disowned him. We’re both the forgotten children in the family, except for our grandmother. She’s always loved us and supported us, and Carlos and I have always supported each other. Isolation makes for very strong binding.”
He leaned closer and gently touched his lips to hers, tracing her face with his fingers, sliding his hands to her back and neck, pulling her closer.
“I love how you kiss me, Gabe. You’re very good at it, you know.”
“I’m glad you think so, because I love kissing you. Come closer, querida . Let me have more of you.” He covered her mouth once again, but this time it wasn’t gentle at all. This time it gained heat and urgency as he chased her tongue with his own, charging and retreating, teasing with shorter kisses then delivering with longer, deeper ones. Within minutes, kissing was not enough. Gabe pulled her onto his lap, running his hands up and down her back, gripping her waist, holding her body against his own.
He trailed kisses down to her neck, and she moved her head to the side to give him better access. He kissed, licked, and nibbled his way down to the skin above the neckline of her t-shirt and finally moved his hand up to cup her breast in his hand. Summer moaned as he squeezed and massaged her through her shirt, pulling in a sharp breath when he slipped his hand underneath to feel her skin and tease her nipple into a hard, aching point. She arched up into his hand wanting closer, harder contact.
“ Diós , Summer, I want you. Come into the house with me. Let me make love to you.” They were both breathing hard.
“Your parents? Marisol?”
“Asleep, all of them. There is a small guestroom downstairs, away from everyone. Let me take you there, Summer.”
“God, yes, Gabe.” She stood and reached for his hand, and he pulled her into his arms again, kissing her with such promise she felt the sting of tears. He pulled her towards the house, stopping every few steps to kiss her some more. They practically ran inside. The house was dark except for the stove light turned on in the kitchen. Gabe backed her up against the counter and ground his hips against hers, both of them moaning as they rubbed against each other. He cupped her face in one hand and smiled. Summer smiled back for all she was worth. He put his fingers to his lips signaling her to be quiet as he led her down a hallway to a corner bedroom off by itself. Everyone else was asleep upstairs.
They tiptoed inside, and Gabe shut
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