Gabriel's Salvation: small town, misunderstood MMC, overcoming trauma, first love romance

26. Chapter Twenty Six

My phone rings and the caller ID tells me it”s Declan. “Hey man, this is an unexpected call. What, I miss one night of drinking, and you call to make sure your best customer is alive?” I joke.

“I”m not in the mood for jokes Gabe. I suggest you get your ass down here now. Your girl is in trouble and needs you,” he snaps. Normally he”s pretty laid back, so I know this is something serious. “Did you hear me?” he repeats angrily.

“Why would I give a fuck if Kelly needs saving? She”s a big enough girl; she can save herself,” I reply, already done with this conversation. Just as I’m about to hang up, he counters, “No Gabe, not her. She”s not who I”m calling about,” he pushes out, his voice getting more desperate.

“Then who?”

“I don”t know her name, the little blond I”ve seen you pining over recently. You know the one I definitely shouldn”t be serving whiskey to.”

“Riley?” I gasp, feeling my heart rate increase dramatically. What the fuck is she doing there? Was she looking for me? Hoping to run into me?

“Maybe? I dunno. But I suggest you get here and find out. She”s with the rest of your buddies. Alone.”

“I’m on my way. Keep her safe,” I shout into the phone as I run out of my house.

“I”m trying,” he replies before hanging up.

I speed up and make my way over to the bar as quickly as I can. As soon as I get there I park my bike and rush in. “Where is she?” I demand.

“Outside, I”ve been feeding her soda in a beer bottle. And I”ve told her not to let that bottle out of her sight. But I can”t get her away from them,” Declan says.

“Bring another round out,” I call as I head outside.

“There he is!” John cheers as I make my way out.

I see Riley sitting on Marko’s lap and my heart sinks. Of all the guys he”s probably the slimiest. Thankfully, he’s still compliant enough to listen to me. I make my way over and see Riley’s face morph from fear to relief as she locks eyes with mine. I can see that she is shaken up. I will kill them slowly and painfully if they have hurt her in any way.

“So, who do we have here?” I say as I sit down opposite her.

“This is Stacey,” Deeno, the baby of the group, says.

“Stacey, huh?” I say with a slight smirk. “How about you come and keep my lap warm for a bit?”

I hear a frustrated growl leave Marko’s ugly mouth. “I found her first,” he groans.

“And now I want her, so share!” I snap through gritted teeth.

Marko releases her just as Declan arrives with the drinks. Riley makes her way over to me and sits on my lap. I loop my arm around her tightly but can feel her shaking under my touch.

Declan hands her the beer bottle. The sweet smell of soda hits my nose and it now makes sense what he was saying earlier about soda in a bottle.

“She’ll have a whiskey, and make it a double,” I say, taking the bottle out of her hands and handing it back to him. Declan just looks at me and nods.

Riley continues to shake under my arm, so when no one is looking I lean over and whisper, “You’re safe baby; just don’t fucking move.”

Declan comes back and hands her the double whiskey, which she gulps. “Slow down baby” I say, again, only loud enough for her to hear. She leans forward and places her drink on the table, but as soon as she does I pick it up and place it back in her hand. She looks at me with a smile, like she understands what I”m trying to say.

“So, you still fucking around with that Kelly chick?” Marko asks and I feel Riley stiffen in my lap.

“Nah. She”s used goods. I”m done with her, she”s all yours man,” I say, nonchalantly. Do I feel guilty feeding Kelly to the wolves? Sure. But is it worth it to keep these savages away from Riley? You bet your ass it is.

I notice the way both Michael and Deeno keep staring at Riley’s bare legs, so looping my arm around them I twist her body so that they are now sprawled over me and the arm of the chair. Deeno looks up like a petulant child, frustrated that I”ve taken away his favorite toy. But as soon as his eyes catch mine glaring back at him, he turns his gaze away in fear.

While I’d like to think I”m not as depraved and dangerous as the rest of these fuckers, especially when it comes to women, they all know I wouldn”t think twice about going toe to toe with any of them. I”ve been in this business since I was a kid, and I”ve seen more shit and done more shit than almost all of them combined.

The guys continue to talk shit with each other and since they are no longer paying attention to us, I use the hand that”s hidden from them to softly stroke Riley’s side, hoping to calm and soothe her.

“I”m going to the toilet,” I announce as I lift Riley to her feet.

“I”ll watch your lady, while you take a piss,” Marko smirks.

“Not that sort of bathroom break, if you know what I mean,” I reply with an exaggerated wink and I pull her closer against me.

I lead her inside, past the bathroom, the one I can see by the look on her face fills her with as much disgust as it now does me. I guide her to the end of the bar. “Stay here with Declan. You”re safe here,” I say as I turn and leave.

“Wait, don”t leave me,” she says.

“Stay here. I”ll be right back,” I say as I look over her, to Declan, who nods in agreement.

“What happened to the hottie?” the guys ask when I walk out alone.

“Taking her back to mine to test her out properly,” I laugh as I down my drink. “See you tomorrow old man,” I joke as I pat John on the shoulder and leave.

As soon as I walk back inside I grab Riley, who is now sitting on a stool behind the bar, and leave.

“You sure know how to live on the wild side,” I say as I carefully place my helmet on her head.

“Well, they”re your friends,” she snaps back.

“Listen here,” I say, stopping to ensure she”s looking directly at me. “Those animals are not my friends. They are the scum of the earth, and you need to stay far, far away from them.” I lift the helmet off her head to make sure she can hear me clearly.

“Well they sure seemed to like YOU,” she replies.

“Those animals don”t like anyone, not even each other. They’d fuck each other over in a heartbeat.”

“Oh,” she replies. “But then why…”

“They fear me; they don”t like me. There”s a huge difference.” I say as I put the helmet back on her head. then climb in front of her.

I grab her hands and wrap them around my waist. She settles them underneath my shirt instead of on top. Her fingers feel amazing as they graze the skin of my abs.

She squeezes much too hard as we drive away, to the point that her nails sting as they cut into me. Even so, I take the sting with pleasure, not wanting her hands to ever leave me again. Why the hell am I liking this so much? Normally I”m basically allergic to physical touch. Every moment of it feels like my own form of torture, hell even. Yet the feeling of her skin against mine feels like heaven, not hell.

The further away from the bar we get, the looser her grasp on me is until she”s holding on for comfort.

Not wanting to take her home, I drive us to a nearby hotel. One much nicer than the shitty motel I took us to last time though.

“One double room,” I say as we get to the desk.

“Do you require the standard or luxury room?” the guy behind the counter asks.

“Luxury,” I reply.

“Sure thing, sir,” he responds as he types something on his computer then hands us a keycard. “Third floor, room 308.”

I loop my arm around Riley’s waist, something I”ve never done with a girl before, and guide her to our room.

As soon as we get inside I see her eyes widen. “Wow,” she says. As she makes her way over to the jacuzzi bath.

“Go run yourself a bath, baby, you need it,” I smile and tap her on the ass playfully.

I watch her scurry off to the bathroom and hear the taps turn on.

I pick up the phone and call down to reception. “Hi, I need to order some food to be brought to the room in about an hour - that’s okay, right?”

“Of course, sir. What would you like?”

Because I”ve never shared a meal with Riley and I have no idea what the fuck she likes; I decide to order a platter of different mains and desserts. She”s bound to wanna eat something.

I push the bathroom door open and am hit with a face full of steam. Why the fuck do girls have their baths so hot?

I walk over to the tub and find Riley relaxing with her eyes closed. The bath is so full of water and bubbles that all I can see is her rosy nipple poking out of the water. My first instinct is to let my dick take the lead and walk over there and do whatever I want to her. I want to fuck her so hard that she doesn’t remember any other man’s touch but mine. But I decide against it. Riley has already put up with enough shit because of me.

So I decide to give the whole ‘Boyfriend’ thing a try and instead sit on the edge of the tub, grip her chin, and give her my best version of the Spiderman kiss, a kiss from above. Riley kisses me back, but as I try to deepen the kiss I realize how fucking problematic this position is. How the fuck does Spiderman make it look so easy?

Breaking the kiss only long enough to move, I change positions and then kiss her again, not giving a fuck as I feel the water sloshing and wetting the collar of my hoodie.

“Wanna join me?” she asks with a cheeky wink.

“Abso-fucking-lutely!” I say as I begin removing my clothes. She sits up and scooches back, presumably to make space for me to sit where her legs were. But I have absolutely no desire to sit there, so instead, I coax her forward and climb in behind her. Fuck me, is this what lobsters feel like when they are thrown into a boiling pot? I wonder as I sink in behind her and feel at least five layers of skin melt away.

As I sit down, I carefully tuck my dick between my legs, for once not wanting him to join the party, and pull Riley back against me. I wrap my arms strategically around her waist, trying my hardest to stop them from wandering either higher or lower.

“I was so scared tonight,” Riley admits as she wraps her arms around mine.

“I know, but you”re safe now. I”m here.” I whisper, kissing her neck.

“Am I?” she questions.

“Are you what?

“Safe. Am I safe; safe with you?” she questions. And my cold dead heart hurts at the uncertainty of her words.

“You’re safe baby, I promise,” I reply, surprising myself with how much I truly mean those words.

“Am I yours?” she questions.

“Yes, Fireball, nobody else can have you but me,” I growl, feeling that possessiveness rise again at the thought of anyone else touching her.

“And are YOU mine?” she asks a little less confidently. I don’t like the insecurity I hear in her voice. I love when she is spitting fire and holding her own.

This time I didn”t answer straight away. Am I hers? Do I want to be hers? What does it even mean to be hers?

“Gabe, tell me you’re mine or I”m getting out of this bath, walking out that door and you”ll never see me again,” she says, moving away from me. I grip her tighter, holding onto her like a lifeboat out at sea.

“I”m yours,” I whisper as I turn her face to the side so that I can kiss her.

“Then prove it,” she mumbles into my mouth.

I grip her throat gently, feeling her pulse, and not missing the small moan that leaves her lips when I do. I push her back so her head rests against my shoulder. Then I slide my hand down her breasts, stopping only to give a quick hard pinch to one of her rosy nipples then slip my hand under the water and between her legs. Her moans fill the room. I start rubbing little circles and with my other hand, I palm her tit and pinch her nipple.

“Oh fuck…yes…Gabe….fuck,” she pants as I feel her body begin to shake, but I don”t let up. I put more pressure on that hard nub and slip a finger deep into her slick hole. I can feel the wetness inside of her and it’s not from her bath. She’s close, very close so I pull back a moment and I hear her whine, “Noooo, Gabe, don’t stop!” I use my thumb to press down on her clit and pump three fingers into her. On my third pump, I whisper in her ear, “Come for me, my dirty little slut.” Shit, is this okay to say to a girlfriend? She liked it before? But is it different now? Fuck, what if I’ve ruined the mood again?

Thankfully I haven”t as I feel her body grip my fingers as she comes undone. Her body goes limp in my arms, so carefully I lean her forward so I can climb out, I then lift her up and carry her to the bed.

“I’m all wet; get a towel,” she squeals as I place her down on the mattress, not giving a fuck if there’s a towel there first or not.

“You”ll be even wetter in a minute,” I grin as I pull her ass to the edge of the bed, drop down to my knees, spread open her legs, and eat like a starved man, not stopping till I get to taste her on my tongue.

“Wow,” she pants when I finally come up for air.

I hear a knock at the door. Picking up my discarded boxers I throw them on and walk to the door while adjusting my hard as steel cock.

“Don”t move,” I call as I close the bedroom door behind me.

I grab the trolley from an uncomfortable looking guy and push it inside. I make my way back to the bedroom where I see Riley wrapped in the most obnoxiously thick white robe I”ve ever seen.

“It”s so soft,” she groans happily, as she rubs the material against her cheeks.

I can’t resist pulling her towards me by the tie of that ridiculous robe and giving her a kiss. It was supposed to be just a peck, but it deepens quickly. Fuck, if I don’t stop now, she won’t get fed. Groaning, I force myself to pull away. “Come, be my good girl and eat some food,” I force out.

“What if I don”t want to be your good girl?” She grins, looking me up and down seductively. “What if I want to be your dirty little slut instead?”

“Even sluts need to eat, baby,” I grin back. She lets out a carefree, playful giggle. And god, do I love that sound. Maybe I should record it to set as my alarm tone? Actually, on second thought, better not, otherwise not only will I be waking up grumpy, I”ll also be insanely horny.

We both make ourselves a plate and climb into bed to eat and watch some reality show on television. We”re almost done when I hear, “Oops!” I look over and watch as Riley tries to wipe some cream off the top of her chest that must have fallen while eating her cake. I place my plate down on the floor and lean over. “Here, I”ll help,” I say, intending to lick the cream off, but as I lean down to do so, I realize that under her robe, she”s completely naked. I tug on the rope, causing the robe to fall open exposing the most beautiful sight I have ever seen, and want to see every day for the rest of my life. I carefully lick up the cream, before using my tongue to slowly lick her, starting at her neck. At her collarbone, I suck a bit longer, not quite marking her but enough to let her know that I want to. From there, I move down to one breast where I lick the outline of her nipple before sucking it into my mouth and giving it a bit of a bite. I hear her gasp then moan so I repeat the same to the other breast. Just when I hear her breathing really start to quicken, I move my way down to her bellybutton, lick around it then stop.“Gabe,” she moans, pouting her lip like the little brat she is.

“You”ve had enough,” I laugh as I pull the robe back together and carefully re-tie the belt.

“You’re mean,” she sulks, trying to relax her breathing.

“And don”t you forget it,” I growl, gripping her by the throat and squeezing slightly. I feel her body quiver under my touch as her breath hitches. But I quickly release her, give her a gentle kiss, then reach for my plate and continue eating, loving the little frustrated look on her face. I may no longer have the desire to physically punish her. But this is just as much fun.

Once we”re finished eating, we curl up in bed together and I fall asleep, with her nestled in my arms.