Saviour (Saviour #1)(19)
Talk.... I can't string a bloody sentence together right now, let alone hold a conversation. I know I'm swaying slightly and feel quite unsteady on my feet, looking back at Gabe I ask “Will you stay?”
He looks over at Jo,
“Go, go... But remember we practice safe sex only in this house... I have condoms if you need them... All flavours....”
We ignore her...
I lead Gabriel by the hand or is he holding my hand, so as to hold me up? I’m not sure.... I stagger into the bedroom. He kisses me gently again and says
“I think you need to drink some water and then, I would like you to tell me exactly what is going on... Get into bed, now”
I attempt to take off the hoodie while Gabe gets me some water but I'm still struggling with it when he returns. He laughs and shakes his head at my efforts.
“Stay still, let me help you”
He pulls the top over my head. My vest rises up with it and I feel embarrassed as I know he's just got a glimpse of my forty five year old, wobbly belly ... Great! I giggle when I think about the state I must look.
“Glad you find yourself so amusing, you won’t be laughing later when your hangover kicks in….drink and drugs do not mix Lauren, they are dangerous, did your mother teach you nothing? Get into bed, before you fall over” He orders
“No actually, my mother didn’t teach me much at all…nothing of any use anyway…what did your mum teach you?”
“Even less than yours if you must know. Now drink this” He holds out the glass as I fall back on the bed.
“You’re so bossy Gabriel ....Angel Gabriel.... Are you an angel? I'll tell you what I think...I think you are really the devil... You are bad like the Devil”
I giggle again... Yeah I know, like a schoolgirl I giggle!
“Oh you've seen nothing yet Lauren...now will you please just f*cking drink this, then talk and tell me what is going on and what f*cker did this to you?”
He orders, so I pout…
“Are you getting into bed with me?” I ask in my best whiney voice.
“Do you want me to?”
“Well f*ck yeah… Of course I do, it's not every night a girl has a sex god surfie dudie, typie blokie in her bedroom, I might as well make the most of it. But no sex, no, no sex, I don’t do sex on the first night, mind you, it’s been awhile since I had a first night, it’s been a while since I had a first anything”
Apparently I’m hilarious because I can’t seem to stop laughing at my own jokes.
He shakes his head and for the first time tonight he gives me THAT smile and I light up from inside.
“Don’t forget Suntannedie sex god” he corrects me as he kicks off his converse and unbuckles his jeans. Memories of my dream pop into my head and my expression must change, because he suddenly stops.
“Is this... Okay?” he motions to his jeans and all I can manage is “Hmm hmmm” As I swallow hard. I shift over and he slides in, giving me just the slightest glimpse of his long muscular, tanned (of course) legs and tight boxer trunks. Drink, drugs, him, I'm not sure what is causing it but I am suddenly so hot and embarrassingly, I fall straight off to sleep.
When I wake, Gabe is sitting up in bed watching the telly; I'm curled up on my side, with my arm across his abs. I look up at him.
He’s watching me, of course he is….
“You okay?” he asks quietly. I stretch and nod
“Thirsty though”
“Would you like a cup of tea or a coffee?”
“Would love a cup of tea”
It's ten fifteen; I've slept another three hours. The effects of the pain killers and the alcohol seem to have worn off and I feel less groggy. My head is sore where it’s glued but it doesn't ache like it did earlier. Gabe slides out of bed, saying only “milk, sugar?”
“No sugar, just a little milk, I like it strong, like my men”
He walks away shaking his head... Giving me a good long look at that tight little arse of his and I wonder if Jo and Jemma are still in the kitchen...
He returns with my tea, some toast and a beer for himself, laughing and shaking his head as he comes through the door.
“Your mates have very dirty minds Lauren; you really should reconsider who you knock about with. I don’t know if I approve of your present choice”
I can only begin to imagine what my girls would have said, seeing him walk into the kitchen, wearing just his jocks, giving them an eyeful of that banging body; I feel a little pang of... Jealousy? I think you might call it... Oh well, it’s my bed he's coming back to, well technically its Jo's but you get my drift.
He slides back in beside me and passes me my tea and toast. He waits for me to take a sip and a bite and orders...
“So, talk, tell me everything”
I take another sip of my tea and begin...
It takes me an hour to tell him everything from first meeting Jason, to the events of last night... I tell him how in love I have always been with my husband and how this has possibly clouded my judgment, in so far as doing something about his violent actions towards me sooner. I also add, right at the very end of my story that what I'm doing right here, right now, with him, I have never done in all my years of marriage. I want to make that point clear. I’m not some trashy whore bag who constantly cheats on her husband!