Healing Gabriel by Elizabeth Kelly Page A

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bin.  “Do you want me to give him a message?”
    Sally shook her head.  “No, I’ll come by tomorrow night. 
Have a nice day Morgan.”
    “You too Sally.”
    She waited until she heard the sound of Sally’s car pulling
out of the driveway and then said, “She’s gone Braveheart.  You can come out
now.”
    Gabe didn’t reply and she frowned.  “Gabe?”
    Her pulse sped up when there was still no response, and she
dropped the shovel and took her gloves off.  She walked to the other stall and
peered in.  Gabe was lying on his back in the stall, his hand pressing against
his side, and she crouched beside him.
    “Gabe?  Are you okay?”  She placed her hand on his forehead,
searching for the return of a fever that would indicate infection.
    “Gabe?” She whispered.
    His eyes popped open and he grinned at her.  “Boo.”
    She shrieked with surprise and skittered backwards, falling
hard on her ass and smacking her head on the hard ground of the stall.
    She groaned and Gabe’s worried face appeared above her. 
“Morgan!  Are you okay?  I’m sorry!”
    “You jerk!”  She whacked him hard on the chest and he winced
a little.
    “I’m sorry.”
    “I thought you had hurt your side again.”  She glared at
him.
    “I was just paying you back for your little stunt with
Sally.”  He grinned at her, his breath warm on her face.
    She scowled.  “I suppose I deserved it.”
    “Are you okay?”  His grin faded.  “I didn’t mean for you to
get hurt.”
    “I’m fine.”  Her gaze dropped to his mouth.  His body was
touching hers lightly, and her traitorous nipples were hardening and straining
against her bra.
    His eyes darkened and he stared at her mouth for a
long moment.  She swallowed and licked her lips.  He groaned quietly and then
his mouth was on hers, and his tongue probing at her lips.  She opened them and
he pushed his way into her mouth, his tongue exploring the sweet familiar
warmth.
    She moaned into his mouth, the sweetest sound he had ever
heard, and he kissed her more deeply.  She wrapped her arms around his neck and
clung to him as he pressed his hard body against hers.  He groaned softly, his
hands stroking her ribs and arms repeatedly.
    Her breasts were aching for his touch and she grabbed his
hand and pushed it under her shirt.  “Touch me Gabe.”  She begged against his
mouth.  “Please.”
    He hesitated and then slid his hand across the smooth skin
of her stomach before cupping her breast gingerly through her bra.  She moaned
encouragingly and arched her upper body, pushing more of her breast into his
hand.
    He inhaled sharply and squeezed her breast lightly then
roughly, staring worriedly at her.  “Is that – does that feel good?”  He asked
in a soft whisper.
    “Yes.”  She moaned.  She shivered when he rubbed his thumb
over her nipple.  It was very hard and he plucked at it through the soft cotton
of her bra.
    “Oh God.”  She shuddered and put her hands under his shirt,
rubbing his hard chest for a moment before she traced his stomach with her
fingers.  He kissed her neck, tasting and licking the soft skin, and she angled
her chin up to give him better access.  He buried his face in her throat and
then kissed his way to her ear, licking and sucking on her earlobe until she
was moaning and twisting under him.
    Growing bolder, he worked his hand under the cup of her
bra.  He was desperate to feel her bare nipple, and he was so focused on it
that he didn’t realize she was wiggling her own hand under the waistband of his
shorts. 
    She slid her hand inside his underwear and gripped him
firmly just as he got his hand under her bra and felt her nipple pebbling
against his palm.  He cried out, his back arching, when her hand wrapped around
his cock.  There was pain in his side but it was distant and unimportant.
    She stroked him; her soft hand felt unbelievably amazing on
his cock as her nipple tightened against his palm.  She stroked him