His dick stirred in his pants at the thought. The quickie in the bathroom had only flamed his lust for her. He was tired of pretending to be interested in the useless chatter of Peter’s friends. He had sat across from Morgan at the bonfire, the flames flickering between them, and every glance from her had brought a new surge of desire to his body. He headed towards the house. Morgan had disappeared into the house with Lacey nearly fifteen minutes ago. He stepped through the patio doors and scanned the living room. It was empty and he frowned and headed towards the door to the hall. She must be in the kitchen. “So tell me Sally, are you going home with our resident freak tonight or what?” Gabe froze as Sally’s voice drifted in from the hallway. “Why? You jealous Derek?” Gabe stepped closer to the doorway, a mixture of embarrassment and anger churning in his belly. “Jealous of what?” The man scoffed. “His hideous looking face or his high-end career as a sheep farmer?”
