Rock Kiss 02 Rock Hard(55)
Charlotte gasped. “Your mom let you watch porn?”
“I think she knew it was pretty tame stuff,” Gabriel said. “But it was the smartest thing she could’ve done with two hormone-ridden teenage boys. As soon as we had permission, we didn’t really want to do it that much. Watching lots of grunting and ‘oh baby, oh baby’ while balloon-sized tits stand out stiffly into space gets old after a while.”
Charlotte clapped her free hand over her mouth, knowing her skin was going red again.
Shifting her hand higher up his thigh with a grin that told her he was about to say something scandalous, Gabriel said, “I have a feeling you’ve never watched a dirty movie.”
Charlotte shook her head, her fingers spreading possessively over the primal heat of him.
“Hmm, I think I have a suggestion for our next date.” A wicked, wicked look. “I’ll do some research, find one that has a tiny, hot blonde with a big guy. Might give us some ideas.”
She didn’t think he needed any help in the sexual ideas department.
Thankfully, they’d arrived at their destination so she didn’t have to respond to his teasing. Getting out of the SUV after Gabriel squeezed it into the already bursting-at-the-seams drive and yard that fronted a lovely wooden villa, she joined him as he walked up to the porch where everyone seemed to be gathering.
When he took her hand, she didn’t protest. There were, she thought, a lot of people in the Bishop-Esera clan. Including two tiny ones who made a beeline for Gabriel, yelling, “Uncle Gabe!”
Releasing her hand, Gabriel leaned down to catch the two little girls, then rose to his feet with them in his arms as if they weighed nothing. Clearly used to this, the girls wiggled up to perch on one forearm each.
“Who’s this, Uncle Gabe?” asked the little girl on his left arm, a skinny sprite with a shock of black hair and vivid blue eyes against creamy skin. She was dressed in a pink tutu over black tights. A long-sleeved black rugby jersey completed the look.
“This,” Gabriel said, turning so both girls could face Charlotte, “is Charlotte.”
“You can call me Charlie.” She was happy to meet these small family members first, before she had to tackle the larger ones.
“Hi, Charlie!” cried the girl on his right arm, her jean-clad legs kicking to show off multicolored sneakers, her top the same as the other girl’s and her skin a golden brown. “You have glasses like me!” She pushed up the bridge of her pretty blue frames, her black hair in braids on either side of her head.
“I do,” Charlotte said, charmed.
“My mommy had glasses,” the little girl told her. “She’s in heaven now.”
“Oh,” Charlotte said softly. “Mine is too. Maybe she’ll meet yours.”
That got her a beaming smile, just as the girl wearing the tutu said, “Are you Uncle Gabe’s girlfriend?”
Gabriel squeezed both girls, to their giggles. “Charlotte, meet Boo and Sweetiepie. Nosy parkers extraordinaire.”
The girls giggled.
“I’m Sweetiepie,” said the one without glasses. “But I’m really Emmaline. And she’s Esme.”
“I’m five!” Esme cried.
Smiling, Charlotte was about to reply when a gorgeous older brunette on the porch called out, “Girls! Come put on your coats. We’re about to start walking.”
Running off after Gabriel put them on the ground, the girls disappeared into the mass of adults. Gabriel took Charlotte’s hand again and tugged her toward the noisy group. It was obvious the males she could see were all related—their skin color wasn’t all the same, but their confidence, the way they interacted, it all shouted the familial link.
She saw an older Samoan man she recognized as Joseph Esera from an interview Gabriel had done where he’d been photographed with his stepfather and his mom. Alison Esera, the tall brunette who’d called for Emmaline and Esme, didn’t look like she’d given birth to one child, much less four hulking men.
Hair in a ponytail, she came over and, standing on the top step, kissed Gabriel on the cheek. She turned to Charlotte and did the same before Charlotte could figure out how to respond. “We’ll talk later—after the zoo is on its way,” Alison said, gray eyes sparkling.
Gabriel’s eyes, Charlotte realized.
Alison was gone in the next heartbeat, right as a booming male voice cut through the din. “Right, any stragglers will have to run. I’m not missing kickoff!”
Taking the team scarf from around his neck, Gabriel put it around Charlotte’s. “There, now you’re ready.” He took her hand again and they fell in with the rest of the group.