Saviour (Saviour #1)(55)
“Now that your little show of defiance is over, let’s play. Where are your toys Lauren?”
“What? What toys?”
“Sex toys, where are they? I don’t really want to use your old ones, but since we haven’t had the pleasure to go and shop for our own, your old ones will have to do”
Shit, we are going to shop for sex toys? Can’t wait.
“I only have one; it’s in my suit case next door”
Toys weren’t really a part of my old sex life so I just had the one little BOB to help me out every now and then, not that Jay knew anything about it. And yet here’s Gabe, wanting to take me shopping for sex toys. Oh Lordy, what this boy does to me.
He goes off into the guest room and returns with my little, well large actually, BOB and he has a wicked smile on his face as he looks at me and turns it on, instantly turning me on.
“This is for you Lauren, I’ve put you through shit today and I am sorry and want to make it up to you, so I am going to give you a short, sharp orgasm, then I am going to bury myself as deeply as I can inside you and beg for your forgiveness. Is that okay?”
I nod, incapable of speech.
“Lay back, put your feet up on the edge of the bed and open your legs, this won’t take long, enjoy it baby”
He kneels on the floor between my legs; he pushes one finger inside me.
“Fuck Lauren, always so wet for me”
Oh God this could be quicker than even he was expecting! He circles his index finger around inside me, pulls it out wet and gently guides it into my arse, he pushes the vibrator into me and moves it around so that its pushing against the front wall of my insides…right on my Gspot, it must take all of a minute and I’m done!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Sunday is busy, I take my first peek in Ava's room, just to make sure everything is in order for her arrival. Gabriel has told me she used to use the upstairs guest room but now she's older and usually brings a friend she uses one of the downstairs rooms.
It's a great sized room; two queen beds, a sofa, and plasma on the wall, a couple of chests of drawers and a decent sized walk in wardrobe. Much classier than the bright orange record player and chunky portable TV with a wire coat hanger for an antenna that I had as a thirteen year old. The walls are painted a soft pink and the couch is in the shape of a bright red pair of lips, there’s also a couple of a hot pink bean bags. All very girlie.
I do notice though, there's nothing personal about it, no pictures, no posters. I assume she has all of that type of thing on her walls at home, at her mums, but still.
I sit on one of the beds, enjoying a moment alone to think. I hope that Gabe’s past involvement with Karen doesn't affect mine and hers working relationship. We've always worked well together and she obviously likes what I do, otherwise she wouldn't keep asking me back. I'll set to work on her job during the week, but, I've had an idea for this room first and I don't have long to get it sorted.
I wander back upstairs, it’s much cooler today, Gabe is wearing a pair of grey trackies and a blue hoodie and even this casual he looks hot and I get that little ripple of desire run through me, especially as his hoodie has risen up and I can just see a bare band of flesh around the top of his backside and just a hint of butt crack, since when was arse crack sexy I wonder. I take a deep breath, we have to leave the house soon otherwise we will end up back in bed for the rest of the day and as much as I would like nothing better, we have lots to do, all this sex is great, a fantastic distraction from the real world, but today is a day of reality, it’s not about us, it’s about having the house ready for Ava, Gabe’s thirteen year old daughter, his princess and her friend Sophie, who are coming to stay for a week. A week with two thirteen year old girls, quite frankly, I am terrified! I contemplate how this will go as my eyes roam over Gabe’s long, toned form.
He's lying on the floor on his belly, flicking through the newspaper and listening to Sky News on the television.
“Do you have any photos of you and Ava or just of Ava?”
He looks up from his newspaper at me, those blue eyes meet mine and my heart leaps to my throat, I really have to get a grip on how I react to his stare, it’s just a look, nothing else but it makes my insides twist into knots and my skin heat regardless.
“Of course I do, there all in my office or on the computer, haven't you been in there?”
“No, no I haven’t”
“Why? Feel free to use the desk top and the printer and anything else you need to, this is your home too now remember”
He rolls over onto his back as he's talking and pushes himself up on his elbows, his long legs stretched out and crossed in front of him and he looks at me, in that way and I know what's going through his mind, his eyes become hooded and very intense when he's turned on, I've learnt to recognise this quickly as he seems to be turned on most of the time, don’t get me wrong, this isn’t a bad thing, nope, not at all.
“Come here” He holds his hand out to me. I walk over and straddle him, aware of a thrumming, a vibration that’s already happening between my legs as I sit on the tops of his thighs, trying to avoid contact between anything that will get him… Who am I kidding? Us, too excited. He sits all the way up and bends his knees so I wrap my legs around his waist and lean back. He kisses me and I feel drugged, like I can barely keep my eyes open. His tongue flicks into my mouth, his hand is in my hair, holding my head in place so I can't back away. His other hand has slid under my sweat shirt and is stroking my bare skin, up and down my spine; I can already feel my toes curling.