Free Supernova by C.L. Parker Page B

that I am not batting for the same team. Okay? You’re wasting your time barking up that tree because I’m not in it.”
    “Sassy mouth,” Gabe chastised as he smacked at the air between them before placing his hand on his hip. “You spout all that I-am-man, me-like-woman Neanderthal bullshit, and then you start talking about wood. You’re nothing but a big ol’ tease.”
    “Whatever, Gabe,” Dominic sighed with a roll of his eyes.
    “It’s all right, scrumptious. I get it. I mean, I’m not getting it, but I get that I’m not getting it – at least not from you. It’s cool.”
    “Cool.” Dominic pushed the door to the bathroom open and went inside.
    “Oh, and hey,” Gabe said, stopping him before he could close the door. “Thanks for what you did down there for my Kerr Bear. I never could stand that bastard, but she wouldn’t let me smack the taste out his mouth.”
    Dominic only nodded in response, and then disappeared behind the door.
    Gabe strolled on down the hallway and flung Kerrigan’s bedroom door open in a flamboyant fashion. “Divas! Your main flame has arrived. You may now grovel and worship at my feet.”
    Priscilla picked up a pillow from the box in front of her and threw it at his head. Gabe put both of his hands up in front of his face to guard the attack. He caught the pillow and held it up by the tag, giving her a stern look. “You could’ve taken my eye out with this tag, Prissy. What kind of mother does that kind of shit?”
    Priscilla giggled at his absurdity.
    “Are you already done unpacking?” Kerrigan asked, tucking some of her clothes into the bottom drawer of her dresser.
    Gabe stomped his foot and let his arms slump down to his sides. Then he cocked his head to the side and stuck his bottom lip out in a pout. “Will you help me?” he whined.
    “No. Uh-uh,” Kerrigan said, shaking her head at him. “Helping you translates into me doing all the work while you prop up your precious tootsies and bark orders at me from your throne as you file your nails. And then, you’ll just yell at me for mishandling your beloved Prada. Nuh-uh, not going to happen.”
    “Damn, bitch! Dramatic much?” Gabe said with a smack of his lips and a roll of his head.
    “Come on, you big baby,” Priscilla said with a sigh. “I’ll help you.”
    “Yayee!” Gabe bounced up and down as he clapped his hands like a three-year-old. “Thank you, Mommy.”
    Gabe had taken to calling Priscilla that shortly after meeting her, especially when she let him have his way.
    “You spoil him. You know that, right?” Kerrigan asked. She shook her head at her mother. “He’s going to get a rude awakening when you and Dad leave tomorrow and I won’t cater to him like you do.”
    “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Priscilla said, walking over to the dresser to set the pictures she was holding down. Gabe took the opportunity while Priscilla’s back was turned to flip Kerrigan the bird. “You say that, but you and I both know that you’ll be joining us very shortly,” she said, turning to follow Gabe out the door.
    She was right. Kerrigan catered to Gabe almost as much as her mother did. She just couldn’t help it. She loved her friend, and they were the only family he had.
    Twenty minutes later, once she had finished putting away her own clothes, she set out for his room, chastising herself for being an enabler to Gabe’s guilty pleasures.
    As she walked down the hall, the bathroom door opened and she smacked right into a very naked, very wet wall of flesh over rippling muscles.
    Kerrigan stumbled, and Dominic grabbed for her. He managed to get a hold on her right hip and something ignited within her. A wave of euphoric bliss shot through her body, radiating from the spot where his thumb pressed into her skin. Kerrigan couldn’t help but close her eyes as the immense feeling of pleasure undulated through her. It was like that fluttering feeling one gets in their stomach as they’re perched on the top of a