Can We Teach Them? (Sequel to Can You Teach Me?)

Chapter 8 Gabriel

Chapter 8 Gabriel

Bootcamp week 3 (starting June 26)

There was a shift in the air, the nature sounds from outside became a little more distinct and my eyes shot open.

Smack!

I sprung out of bed like a cat on a hot tin roof.  My arms were up in front of me ready to strike or block as needed.  My butt was still stinging from the smack it just took.

"What the flying fuck is this, Trouble?  I drove two hours at the ass crack of dawn to be here to help you with your hair and you are lazing about in bed with Luke!?"  The teasing lilt of Meanie's voice warmed my heart.  I dropped my pose and threw myself into his arms for a hug.

"Meanie, you're here."  I breathily whispered.

He held me firm against his body as his fingers raked through the bird's nest that is my hair.  "What the hell have you done?"  He sounded outraged.  "Your hair feels like straw that has been left out in the sun."  He shook his head with disdain.  Then he pushed me away from him.  "Go!  Get that sexy ass into the shower and be quick about it.  I'll be coming in to wash your hair and fix the damage you have done in three minutes."  With a smoldering smirk he finished, "Whatever you don't want me to see better be covered by the time I get in there." 

Smack! He smacked my butt again and I lept into action.

At this point, I would love for him to see me in all my glory, except for the fact I am still on my period.  And it doesn't make me feel sexy at all.  I quickly moved around Meanie to grab my bra and panties and a change of clothes for the day.  Before the bathroom door was closed, I heard Luke laughing.

"Welcome to hell on earth."

I turned the shower knob to hot, stripped my clothes and used the toilet as quickly as possible.  Once under the shower spray, I washed and shaved my body in record time.  The water was shut off and I vigorously rubbed the towel across my body.  I stepped into my 'sturdy' panties, you know what I'm talking about, the ones reserved for your monthly flow, then came the bra.  This time I grabbed a white satin number.  Not sexy, but not granny style either.  My army green, mid thigh, military style shorts were pulled up and fasted when the door swung open.  Meanie had the biggest grin on his face, his hands on his lean hip, and he was looking mighty fine.

Luke's face popped over Gabe's shoulder to admire the view I was creating.  "Now, I can leave camp a happy man."  He blew me a kiss as Gabriel motioned with his fingers for me to turn around and assume the position.

He got the sink taps to the right temperature and guided my head to where he wanted.  He pressed his hips firmly against my bum and his legs flush against the back of mine as he worked the shampoo into a lather.  The whole time he carried on a one sided conversation about how he missed the fûck out of me the last two weeks, how fûcking fabulous this week was going to be together and how he was going to make sure I passed off these three areas of my camp report card with flying fûcking rainbow colors.

I giggled, happy to have me foul mouthed Meanie here with me.  He groaned, leaned forward until his torso conformed to my back, then licked from the base of my neck up to my ear.  "Mine!"  He husked and pressed his body more firmly against mine.

"Yours."  I whispered back.

He grunted, then stood back up and began working the conditioner into the ends of my hair.  "I really cannot fathom what the hell happened to make your hair feel this dry.  Have you been using the conditioner I sent you?"

"Yes."  I nodded.

"Have you been using cool water?"

"Um," my finger reached up for my lip, "not really.  Silas drew me a steaming hot bath almost every night he was here because my body was sore everyday.  But with Luke here, I've just taken quick showers."