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

31. Chapter Thirty One

Ipull up outside of Riley”s house and honk my horn. I wait a few minutes expecting her to come outside, but she doesn”t. Am I supposed to go to the door and get her? Is that a date thing to do?

I climb off my bike and make my way towards the door, but as I get closer, I hear her dogs barking so I rush back to the safety of my bike. Fuck that shit! I”m not messing with whatever dog that is. No way!

I climb back onto my bike, honking my horn for a second time. The door flies open seconds later and my heart skips a beat. Wow!!

She”s dressed in shorts, fishnets, and long boots and looks like the sexiest girl I”ve ever seen. My cock springs to attention, probably as quickly as it would have if she”d opened the door butt naked. Fuck me, all I wanna do is drag her back inside, down to her bedroom, and lose myself in her.

“Is everything okay?” she asks, looking at me with nervous eyes.

“You look… wow,” I purr as all the blood rushes directly to my cock.

“You sure, it’s not too...” Riley begins to say. But her words are cut short when I grab hold of her hand, pulling her closer, before moving her hand against the bulge in my jeans. “You look fucking hot. So hot in fact that I’m seriously considering scrapping this whole day and dragging you inside and fucking you senseless.”

I release my hold on Riley”s hand and step backwards, smirking as I see a mixture of emotions flash across her face.

Riley regains her composure, even though I can see by the blush on her cheeks that she’s flustered. “Thanks. Harper gave me the boots,” she says as she wags her foot in the air.

“I..I.. got something for you,” I say as the blood finally begins to return to my brain.

“For me?” she gasps, sounding excited and surprised.

I climb off the bike, open the little basket, and remove the helmet and jacket I bought. “It”s not wrapped or shit, but I got you these earlier.”

Riley reaches for the jacket, running her hands across the cold, smooth material, before carefully putting it on. I hope she likes it. Maybe this was a really stupid idea.

She runs her hand across the front again, playing with the buttons before exclaiming, “It”s got pockets!” I can”t help but let out a loud chuckle.

“What”s so funny?” she says as she looks over to me with a puzzled look.

“Nothing, Trixi said you would like the pockets,” I say with a grin.

“Trixi?” Riley asks, her voice suddenly sounding much less excited. I don”t miss the sad look now in her eyes. Shit, she probably thinks Trixi is another cheap whore. I’m fucking this all up!

“No, no, it’s not like that,” I add quickly. “Trixi is a kid.”

“A kid? Who’s kid?” Riley asks, looking even more puzzled.

Shit! Now she thinks I”ve got some secret kid somewhere. This is not going how I planned it. Taking a deep breath, I try again to explain.

“I went to get my bike fixed. Trixi is Tate, the owner”s kid. She helped me pick out this jacket. She got excited over pockets too, but I didn”t get why. She said it”s a girl thing and you would understand,” I say in a fluster. Why am I so nervous? Does she believe me? Please believe me.

A smirk forms on Riley’s face as she watches me struggle to find the right words before she finally stops me. “Yeah, I get it. Pockets are definitely a girl”s best friend,” Riley says with a grin before leaning forward to hug me.

“I thought diamonds were a girl”s best friend?” I joke, as I gently push her away. I tolerate them, but I”m not a huge fan of the long hugs.

“Nope, it”s definitely pockets,” Riley smirks.

“Rilez,” a voice shouts. “You forgot your phone.”

I see her sister standing at the doorway for a second before all I see is a huge mass of dark black fur bounding towards me. Instinctively I pull Riley in front of me to shield myself. As soon as I do, the dog leaps up and attacks, Riley squeals then…. Laughs?

“Oh, Honey,” Riley laughs as the dog jumps up and tries to attack her face. Why is she laughing? Is she scared? Is it a scared laugh? Do I drag the dog off of her? Do I smack it?”

“Honey, stooop. I don”t want kisses.” Riley laughs again as she pushes the beast away.

“Honey! Enough!” Harper calls as she grabs hold of the collar and pulls the dog away.

“Thanks for your help there,” Riley laughs as she wipes her cheek.

“Er, I thought about hitting it?” I admit

“Hit her, I”ll hit you!” both girls exclaim in unison. Wow, that”s freaky.

“Why did she attack you though?” I ask as I scratch my head in confusion. Why would you keep a pet that is aggressive?

“Attack?” both girls question again. Seriously this horror movie, twin shit needs to stop.

“You were just giving kisses, weren”t you baby?” Riley coos bending down and bringing her face closer to the black haired beast.

The dog barks loudly in her face. Instinctively I try to grab her jacket to pull her back.

“Aww, is the big bad Gabey scared of mommy”s little baby?” Riley coos. As she makes no attempt to move her face away from the gnashing teeth that dog probably has.

“Can we go?” I ask as I take a step back.

“Honey, bed bed,” Riley commands, and instantly the dog retreats back towards the house. Oh yeah, now the beast listens.

Now that the dog is finally away, I pick up the helmet I dropped in the commotion and hand it back to Riley. “Look,” Riley says towards Harper, “isn”t it pretty?” she says proudly as she shows the pattern to her sister and carefully traces the gold pattern with her finger.

“So pretty,” Harper confirms. Yes! I did something right for once.

“Gabe got it for me,” Riley says excitedly, “and the jacket,” she adds before spinning around to give her sister a full 360 view.

“Mmm,” Harper says as she looks at me. “Nice to see you taking care of my little sister. Riley knows,” she says turning her attention towards his sister, “that I don”t like her riding on your metal death trap, but…” her attention and pointy finger are now aimed back towards me, “...since she won”t listen, I”m trusting you to take care of her like precious cargo,” she says in a very serious, commanding, will murder me kind of intimidating tone. “Because if you don”t, you and this death trap will be making friends with my baseball bat.”

Wow, and I thought Riley was the wild sister.

Unsure what to say, I simply nod. Thankfully, it must pacify her because she turns around without saying another word and walks back inside the house.

“I’m precious cargo, don”t ya know,” Riley says in a playful mocking voice. Before placing the helmet on her head. That you are my little flame, that you are.

Looking down at the way my leather blends in with his leather, I can”t help but feel all fuzzy inside. An hour ago, I was worrying he’d changed his mind about me and all this time he was out buying me proper gear. A huge smile forms on my face, one I don”t even try to hide, as I nuzzle my head against him as the bike speeds off.

Sure, flowers and chocolates are nice, but this is far more romantic. It wasn”t some shitty ass, last minute generic gift picked up on a whim. This was thoughtful and special.

Gabe reaches back and gives my thigh a reassuring little squeeze as we stop at the red light and that simple touch alone causes heat and longing to form where our bodies meet.

We speed off, dipping in and out of traffic until we finally hit the open road. This feels so freeing; it”s almost like flying, I think to myself as the wind whips beside me.

I rest my head against Gabe as my arms squeeze around his waist. How is this beautiful, god of a man, mine?

He places his hand on top of mine for a second and gives it a gentle tap before returning his hand back to the handlebars. I wish we could stay like this forever. I close my eyes and enjoy the moment until I feel us slowing down. Opening them and lifting my head, I see we are outside Six Flags.

“We’re here,” Gabe says excitedly as he parks.

“I love Six Flags!” I squeal. I attempt to climb off but my legs wobble. Gabe reaches his arm out to steady me.

“You”ll get used to it,” Gabe laughs as he runs his hands up and down my legs.

“They’re all tingly,” I laugh as I finally climb off as the pins and needles ease.

Gabe removes my helmet. “How do you look even hotter with this on?” he growls as he puts it away.

“So you”re saying I”m hotter when you can”t see my face?” I tease.

“No, but seeing you sitting on my bike, dressed like that, does things to me I cannot even describe,” he says huskily, “and if we weren”t in a parking lot surrounded by kids, I”d happily show you exactly what my mind is imagining doing to you right now.”

My cheeks can”t help but blush under his intense gaze. Is it wrong that I want nothing more than for him to show me what he wants to do to me? Audience or no audience?

We walk towards the entrance and I naturally head towards the line, but Gabe grabs me around the waist and pulls me in a different direction.

“I got us flash passes,” he says, answering my unasked question.

We get led right towards the front. A couple of people are ahead of us but in no time at all we’re at the front of the line. Gabe takes out his phone, scanning our passes. “Have a good day y”all,” the young woman behind the glass smiles as she hands us our platinum passes.

“This must have cost loads, let me pay you back,” I offer quickly.

“You can pay me back tonight,” Gabe says cheekily as he gives my ass a playful slap. A woman in the line behind us scoffs and quietly remarks, “That”s so inappropriate.”

I turn to apologize, but Gabe being Gabe, beats me to it. “Not my fault that glasses over there clearly doesn”t give you a good spanking,” he snaps back.

“Gabe!” I whisper shout before mouthing the word sorry to the horrified looking couple behind us. “Come on,” I say, pulling him away.

“What? Maybe if she got spanked once in a while that stick wouldn”t be wedged so far up her ass,” he scoffs, sounding like a petulant teenager who just got yelled at. I swear to god I can”t take this man anywhere.