Resolution (Saviour #2)(79)
“Fuck Lauren, you taste of me. I f*cking love that. That was mind-blowingly awesome, my knees gave way, that’s never happened to me before. Untie me please baby.”
I lean around and loosen the belt, he probably could have wriggled out of it himself, but he didn’t, he liked being restrained. He f*cking loved it and if I’m completely honest, I really got off on being in control. A trip to Sexy Land for some handcuffs is in order I think.
We both clean our teeth and I sit on the bed waiting for Gabe as he gets dressed, I need to talk to him about Ava before he sees her for himself and kicks off and embarrasses her and himself; I won’t mention Josh, the sixteen year old she is interested in, we will see how that plays out during the evening but I need to warn him about the dress and makeup. He steps out from the wardrobe and my head spins. Jesus, holy, hotness. He looks delicious, wearing a pair of very light blue, lose fitting jeans, he has a belt around them but they are still sitting low on his hips, his v necked T shirt is a cornflower blue colour, which has made the colour of his eyes just pop and they appear more striking than ever and just to top off his sexy arsed surfer boy look, around his neck he is wearing a really long strand of brown wooden beads with a cross hanging off the end, almost touching his belly button. I lean back on my elbows, my legs hanging over the edge of the bed; I shake my head and smile at him. He smiles back, his shy lopsided boy smile and looks down at himself, searching for something wrong amongst the absolute perfection that is him, and I love the fact that I can do that to him, this god like man, just for a few seconds he doubts his perfection, I love the fact that however I view him, he is at the end of the day only human and has the same insecurities and self-doubts the rest of us do. Well, not more than me obviously but I am just an insecure mess. Although I am heaps better than I was, thanks to my angel Gabriel here.
“What?” He says, looking at me with both a smile and a frown.
“You look totally f*ckable. Come and sit down, we need to talk.”
“Is it safe? We have guests arriving in like, five minutes Lauren.”
“Gabe, I promise I will keep my hands to myself, I just want to talk to you.”
He sits down on the bed and pulls me to sit on his lap and buries his nose into my hair and my neck, right under my jaw and I shudder. I need to start talking otherwise we will never leave this bed or this room.
“Tonight’s a really big deal for Ava, I want her to feel part of everything, I don’t want her to feel we are moving on and leaving her behind, I’m worried she doesn’t know where she fits in at the moment, you heard how Nina spoke to her earlier, I’m worried that she feels she isn’t wanted with any of us and that’s only going to get worse when she finds out about the babies.”
He instantly puts his hand on my belly and I squirm as I know how big my spare tyre must feel because of how tight my jeans are; I lace my fingers through his.
“I think you’re worrying way too much Lauren, she knows that me and her are solid, she knows she will always come first, no matter what, well until Bruce and Sheila arrive and then my priorities will just be split three ways, but my kids will always come first and I’m pretty sure she knows that, despite the shit Nina tries to fill her head with, she knows, I love her, she knows you love her and she knows she is welcome and wanted here anytime, but thank you for caring.”
He kisses me gently on the mouth. Well I’ve blown him to oblivion and given him a knee trembler to remember and now I’ve bought his sensitive side to the surface. Let’s just go for it.
“Yeah, I think your right and she obviously sees this as a special occasion as she has gone all out with her outfit, she looks quite the young lady in her new dress and her makeup done to perfection.”
He gives me a bit of a puzzled look. “Ava’s wearing a dress?”
“Yep, a really pretty, really girly dress and heels and makeup.”
“She doesn’t wear heels or makeup.”
Here we go. “Well that’s how special tonight is to her; she felt the need to get dressed up in something extra special. She is fourteen now Gabe, she‘s a young lady not a little girl and young ladies love to dress up.”
“What kind of dress is it?”
“It’s just a blue girly dress with like a peplum over the waist.”
“What’s a peplum?”
“It’s like an extra bit that goes from her waist and over her hips.”
“Good. Extra’s good. Is it short, is it above the knee?”
Shit. “Well that style of dress tends to come above the knee and Ava’s quite tall so I’m guessing yeah, it will be above her knees, but that’s just a guess, I haven’t seen it on her yet, I’ve only seen it on the hanger.”
His hand is at his jaw and his scratching at his stubble with his thumb and index finger. “How much makeup is she wearing, have you seen?”
“Not a lot, just some foundation and blusher and mascara, it’s the usual stuff that fourteen year old girls wear. She’s growing up Gabe, short skirts and makeup are all part of it. At least she’s doing it here, in front of you and not climbing out of windows and getting changed into inappropriate outfits once she’s up the street like I used to. And like many other fourteen year olds do all around the world, Ava’s a good girl.”
“She f*cking wants to be. Is this what the blow job was for, to sweeten me up?”