Resolution (Saviour #2)(77)

“Really, he’s what – sixteen? And stop saying like.”

“Sorry…Yeah sixteen.”

“So is there anyone you fancy.”

“Well sort of, Louie’s mate Josh is pretty hot; I think he’s bringing him tonight.”

“Right, and is he sixteen as well?”

Gabe will flip. Makeup and a boy. A sixteen year old boy. I think I might have some valium somewhere; perhaps I should grind one up and slip it into Gabe’s drink. Highly illegal I know, but it could mean that the boy gets to keep his nuts in place and jaw unbroken.

“Yeah, I think so. What are you going to wear tonight?” We wander back into the wardrobe as we talk.

“I’m not sure. I might wear this with my jeans and boots. What dya think, will your Dad like it?” I hold up a cream coloured cheese cloth gypsy style blouse, its loose fitting and should hide my ever growing boobs and the fact that my jeans are a bit tight.

“Cool. Dad will think you look hot whatever you wear. He never takes his eyes off your butt or your boobs.”

Before I can turn around to answer her I get that tingle up my spine all the way to my scalp and I just know he’s close, when I turn, he’s leaning against the wall at the entrance to the wardrobe. One hand on the wall, one on his hip and he looks damn fine, I let out an involuntary sigh. Ava obviously notes the look on my face and says. “He’s behind me isn’t he?”

I smile and nod as she turns her head towards him. “Hi Daddy.”

“Ladies.”

He turns and heads for the shower with a sexy arsed smile on his face. I have no idea what that smile is about but it’s made me want to jump his bones before our guests arrive. I whisper to Ava.

“Stay out of his way until people start arriving, then he won’t be able to make you take the makeup off.”

She frowns and shrugs. “He can see it now, I don’t care, I’m not taking it off. I’m fourteen, not four.”

“For me Ava. Please? I don’t want him in a bad mood tonight.”

She shrugs again, lets out an over exaggerated huff and folds her arms across her chest. “Fine, but only for you. He seriously needs to get a grip.”

She turns and stomps out of our bedroom, closing the door just a little too hard behind her. I walk into the bathroom, Gabe’s sitting on the toilet and as usual the door is wide open. I pull the edge of my bathrobe up to cover my nose. I have already done my makeup. The last thing I need is to start throwing up now. I sit on the edge of the bath facing him.

“What are you doing, why are you covering your nose? It doesn’t even stink.”

“Not to you it don’t…can you please close the door and put the extractor on?”

“I won’t be able to speak to you if I shut the door, or look at your tits and arse, which apparently is what I do.” He says with a smile and a wink, as sexy as that smile and that wink are, I just can’t take the risk.

“Close the door Gabe, else I’m going.”

“For f*cks sake Lauren.”

He slams the door shut with his foot as he shouts at me. Bloody hell, first Ava, now Gabe. I look down at my belly. “You two better not be a pair of door slammers, I don’t think the walls or my head could take four of you crashing about the house.”

I hear the toilet flush and the door swings open, he looks at me with a frown and closes the door behind him, walks to the sink and washes his hands, then sits on the edge of the bath next to me.

“How you travelling? Your hair looks nice.”

He slides his hand underneath my poker straight hair and gently manoeuvres my face towards his and kisses me gently on the mouth. His other hand slides inside my bathrobe, his fingertips make gentle circular movements up the inside of my thigh and I sigh into his mouth.

“I’m travelling better now.”

“You like that?”

“I do.”

He moves his fingers higher, still using just his fingertips. I shamelessly open my legs wider. “Higher?”

“Yes.”

“Where? Where do you want my fingers?”

“Inside me.”

“Inside or here?”

He uses the tips of two fingers and continues to move them in circles as he presses down on my clit.

“Jesus Gabe”

“Tell me baby. In you.” He pushes his fingers inside me and I buck with shock and pleasure.

“Fuck.”

“Not yet”

He curls his fingers and they touch that spot, right on my front wall and I moan out loud. He pulls his fingers out and I have to make a conscious effort not to grab his hand and ram them back inside me. “Gabe.”

“Shhhh baby. In you. Or on you. Where Lauren, tell me where you want my fingers?” His fingers are wet as he starts to circle my clit again and as nice as it feels, I want them back inside me, but I don’t want him to stop what he’s doing right now, ever. “Lauren?”

“Hmmm, both, I want both. In me, on me, everywhere.’

He laughs, and he bites along my jaw as he speaks, “You are greedy Lauren. How about I just bend you over this bath and f*ck you from behind and rub your clit till you come. Would that work?”

“Yes.”

“Yeah. You sure?”

“Yes Gabe, I’m f*cking sure. JFDI.”