The Law of Attraction(49)

Hot damn! That was some good sexing! We stood still for a few minutes just catching our breath and then he turned me around and kissed me deeply and tenderly.

“There’s a bathroom over there if you need it,” he said quietly as he zipped up. I looked up and immediately became alert. “What is it?”

“I thought I saw something by the window but it was probably nothing.”

“Are you sure?”

“Pretty sure. If someone were there people would notice and wonder why he was peeping in the window of the pool house, right?”

“You’re probably right. We had better get back though.”

“Thank you for the rendezvous.” I smiled. “It was fun.”

“Believe me, Gabrielle. You don’t have to thank me.”

I popped into the bathroom and tidied up. When I came back out he had an almost proud look on his face.

“Feeling kind of possessive huh?”

“I guess it’s a male thing.”

“Consider my girl parts to be officially your territory.”

When we went back to the tent the band had taken the stage and people were dancing to old songs. I saw Beth, Drew and, Cameron, sitting off to the side. Beth waved us over and we went and sat down with them. Drew was looking smug; Beth was looking happy and Cam was looking… well, drunk, to be perfectly honest.

“Mom’s calling me over, I’ll be right back,” Beth said, getting up and rushing off.

“So, Gabrielle, what do you think of the pool house?” Drew asked with a knowing smile. Braden and I both looked at him with surprise.

“What, are you stalking us?” he asked. “You need to get some more hobbies.”

“And you two need to learn how to sneak off better. You guys just casually strolled off with half the party watching. Here’s a hint big brother, nobody thought you were planning to go swimming.”

“Were you selling tickets for a place at the window?”

“No, but I should have thought of that!” Drew laughed.

“I thought I really did see somebody by one of the windows,” Cam slurred. “But I’ve been seeing a lot of weird shit since I had that last rum punch.”

“Are you okay, Cam?” I asked with a bit of concern. Cameron was looking a little green.

“Me? Oh, yes.” He sat up straighter. “I’ve just been having a few… dozen cocktails.”

“All of the mothers with unmarried socialite daughters have been stalking him.” Drew grinned. “Mrs. Mason has even decided that Cam might be a good alternative to Braden for Felicity’s hand in marriage.”

“Lucky you,” Braden teased.

“I talked to her before and she actually seems like a pretty nice person,” I said. “If you had those parents you would probably dress in black and look sullen too.”

“You’re so nice, Gabrielle,” Cam rambled with a slightly glassy look in his eyes. “You were always so nice to everybody. You knew all the homeless people’s names.”

“So, you guys planning to hook up anywhere else tonight?” Drew asked. “I think there’s some space on the dance floor.” Braden glared at him.

“Hey! If you were dating her you’d be hittin’ that shit every chance you had too and you know it. Gabrielle is very hot and she’s got an amazing…” Cameron said somewhat incoherently to Drew. Okay, time to get out of there!

“May I have this dance?” I interrupted quickly, turning to Braden. He smiled and stood up to escort me to the floor. Even though he had been feeling the need to claim his mate and mark his territory in the pool house he was being very sweet and gentle now. We laughed a little and smiled stupidly at each other a whole lot, dancing to Blue Moon and Dream a Little Dream of Me. Who knew that romance could be so great? Well, pretty much everybody but me until now I guess. Claire and Tyler looked completely in love, staring into one another’s eyes.

The evening had been a great success. (Luckily, Cam had ridden with relatives and so he wasn’t driving.) When things finally wound down we headed back up to the house. Braden’s family and I all had some tea in the kitchen and we traded stories about the evening for a while. Despite a rocky start, it had turned out to be one of the best Saturday nights I had spent in a very long time. Okay, it was one of the best ever, although there had been that trip to Disneyworld when I was six. It was nearly 3a.m. when we all finally headed up to bed and now that the adrenaline was gone I was starting to feel very tired. We wished everyone goodnight and went into Braden’s room.

“Now that I can finally get you out of that dress, I think I may be too tired to do anything about it,” he said, walking over to me and helping me with my zipper and my necklace.