Saviour (Saviour #1)(39)
“And here” I point at each of my nipples. His eyes follow to where I point, he smiles then looks back up to my face. In seconds his expression and his eyes have changed, he’s no longer that cute Aussie boy. He is all hot, sex and smouldering, predatory even and I love it.
“And here” I point between my legs. His eyes look down to where I point, then travel back up, over my body and to my face, he licks his lips, then flicks his tongue back and forth across his bottom lip, I can see his pulse throb in a vein in his neck…..Oh Fuck!!!! How much more of this can I bare???
“You want me to kiss you there? What else would you like me to do to you there Lauren?”
I'm struggling not to squirm, f*cking hell this is too much, one touch, that’s all its going to take, I am already so close, I can hardly get my words out and when they come, they are short and breathy and I actually sound quite sexy. God! Hello the new me I think I am going to like you.
“I would like you to touch me, and lick and suck me there, I would like you to f*ck me with your fingers there and rub my clit. I would like you to stick your cock in me and f*ck me till I come and I scream out your name and I want you to do it again and again and again. I want you to make me sore”
We are still lying facing each other, we haven’t touched but his cock is huge, swollen and twitching and I can’t help but stare at it, he follows my gaze down, he brushes his middle two fingers over the tip, collecting the clear fluid glistening there and he gently wipes them around my lips and then into my mouth.
“Well” he says. “You just got lucky baby... Because just for today, I am taking orders and I think I am more than capable of meeting all of your demands”
And he does. We make love long into the morning. In-between fits of giggles and laughter caused by my inability to get into certain positions because of my poor bruised ribs, so much for not touching me till I've healed, fiend!!!
We eventually raise around eleven, shower, and then drink coffee at the kitchen bench top.
“So, are we actually going to attempt to leave the house today and go and chose some paint and flooring? Otherwise you’re not gonna have my new place ready for me to move into by the weekend and all of your time off will have been wasted He holds his coffee cup in front of his mouth and looks at me.
“You’re very keen to get away from me Mrs East and I would hardly call my time off wasted.... I've actually enjoyed every minute of these past couple of days” He replies.
“Besides, you have no clothes to wear, I'm happy for you to wander round here all day, every day, naked or in one of my T shirts but I would not be so pleased for you to leave the house like it”
I look down at my coffee cup “Please don't call me Mrs East. That's not who I am any more. I've been thinking about it and I'm going to go straight back to using my single name”
“And what's your single name?”
“Day” I reply
“Okay then MS Day, you still have no clothes and I would much prefer it if you didn't leave the house naked” he states.
Okay, here goes, I’ve been thinking about this as it needs to be done but I’m not sure what his reply will be.
“Well, I've been thinking about that too. Would you drop me over to my house so I can collect some of my stuff? He has no right to keep any of it and if he causes a scene, I will just call the police this time but I doubt very much that he will be home during the day”
I rush the words so they are out there and then hold my breath, waiting for his answer, we haven’t known each other long but I’ve already worked out that he’s not my husband’s biggest fan.
“Right” He says. Not looking happy. Once again his eyes have changed and they now have that hard steely blue stare to them. Gabriel is so laid back and easy going most of the time, but I have a sneaking suspicion my Angel has a dark side, a very dark side and I don’t think I would like to be the one that brings that little trait to the surface. He sets his coffee cup down, loudly and I jump. What’s he thinking?
“I’m not sure I like the idea of you going in on your own, if he is there, I would be much happier if I went in with you”
“And how exactly would I explain who you are?”
“Tell him I'm a friend, tell him I'm your new landlord and I've come to help you move your stuff, it wouldn't be a lie”
“He would go Ape Shit” I say
“To be honest Lauren, I couldn't give a f*ck if he does” He gets up and puts our cups in the dishwasher. Oh dear, man on a mission.
“Pull on your trackies, let’s go and get your stuff” Definitely on a mission.
I do as he says and grab my keys and phone. Crap, this has the potential to go so badly wrong, I would hate for Gabriel to come face to face with Jay right now. My husband is a big man and has never had a problem looking after himself but Gabe is younger, fitter and so f*cking pissed off right now, I would hate to think of the outcome if he were to get his hands on Jay. He's already out in the Ute with the engine running. I close the front door behind me and jump in, as best I can, considering I have sore ribs and very sore lady bits. But then, I did tell him I wanted him to make me sore!
The sunshine has gone today; it’s warm but overcast. Gloomy, hope that's not an omen, stop with the over thinking Lauren, God, I do my own head in sometimes, never mind what I must do to everyone else around me, my morning high has taken a nose dive and I’m really not sure if going to my former home, with Gabe in tow, is one of my better ideas. I give Gabe directions regardless and we are there in less than ten minutes. Jays Ute isn't on the drive; let's hope that means he's not home. We park and Gabe jumps out and comes round to my side to give me a hand, he obviously noticed my struggle on the way in then!