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

33. Chapter Thirty Three

“Evening ma’am, would it be possible to book a room for tonight, please?” I ask the older woman behind the desk.

“I”ll deal with this Anne, you go grab a break,” a younger guy says as he places a hand on his coworker’s shoulder and guides her away from the desk.

“Hello, how can I help you today?” the guy says in a confident yet oddly sultry tone as his eyes scan down my body.

“Hey, so I was looking to grab a room for tonight please,” I say as I tug my jacket closed, trying to cover myself up, realizing now my thin t-shirt is clinging to my damp skin.

“Sure thing, would that be a single room?” he asks as he begins typing away on his computer.

“A double room please,” I request. Meanwhile, he continues typing.

I feel a hand graze across my ass as Gabe comes to stand beside me. I look up at my man who gives me a little wink in response. God, he”s so damn sexy.

“Excuse me sir, you”ll have to wait, I’m already with a customer,” the guy says, sounding frustrated.

“Oh no, it”s okay, we”re together,” I chuckle.

“Oh,” the guy says as he looks from me to Gabe and back to me again. “So will your friend be needing a room tonight as well?” he asks, completely ignoring Gabe now and turning all his attention toward me.

Gabe’s hand goes from a soft caress of my ass to a possessive grab. “No, the one room will be fine,” he says in an authoritative tone, despite the fake politeness lacing it. Why does it suddenly feel like I”m the wild giselle trapped between two hungry lions?

“Of course, sir,” the guy replies, sounding equally as fake.

He picks up two white cards from a stack beside him, swipes them along the side of his screen, and then slides them both towards me, letting his fingers graze mine for a second too long. “Room 302,” he adds with a smile. Seriously, does this guy have a death wish?

I feel Gabe’s grip tightening on me in a possessive manner as a frustrated growl leaves his mouth.I move my hand back quickly as I take the keycards. “Thanks,” I say with an awkward smile.

Gabe takes the key cards from my hand and forcefully thrusts one back towards the clerk. “We”ll only need one. She’ll be with me the whole night,” Gabe cheekily asserts himself.

“Perhaps she’ll need one in case she decides to go for a little walk. We have entertainment and restaurants open until late.” I need to break whatever the fuck this is before a fight breaks out.

“I”m here all night, so I”ll be happy to assist you in any way you need,” he continues, clearly with a death wish as he is completely ignoring Gabe once again while simultaneously turning his attention towards me.

I don”t even need to look at Gabe’s face to know the look that will be on it. That same look I”ve seen so many times before. The one that scares and excites me in equal measure.

Gabe flings his arms around me from behind as he pulls me tightly against him before leaning over the counter and menacingly whispers, “Don”t you worry, by the time I”m done with her, she won”t be able to stand, let alone walk off anywhere. I will make sure all her needs are met.” At that, Gabe leans over and whispers more dirty words into my ear.

Heat pools at my core, and I know I should be pissed or at least embarrassed that he’d talk about me like this, especially in public to a stranger, yet all I feel is desire and longing.

I look back, just long enough to catch the shocked look on the other guy”s face.

Who the fuck does this punk think he is? Flirting with my girl right in front of me. Riley looks so uncomfortable, as she naturally leans herself closer to me. Begging me to protect her.

I throw my arm across her chest and pull her into my arms, wanting her to know that I’ll always protect her. As soon as I do, she melts against me, resting her head against the cruck of my elbow. I notice the way the punk rolls his eyes, and it takes everything in me not to jump over this counter and beat the shit out of him here. But not wanting to risk ruining our special day, or worse, having Riley look at me with fear in her eyes, I decide against it.

Instead, I lean over the counter, right into this asshole”s face, and can”t stop myself from letting him know that I fully intend on keeping my girl satiated... I need him to know she”s mine and that he has no chance with her. I don”t miss the way Riley shifts as I speak, the way her thighs instinctively rub together with the sound of my voice. My little slut likes it when my dirty thoughts leave my lips.

So I lean in close to her ear and whisper loud enough for the asswipe to hear, “When we are finally alone, I’m going to fill all your holes so full that you won’t need or want anything for at least a week.” As I start to pull away, I nip her earlobe and place a soft kiss on her pulse point in her neck.

Her breath hitches, and I know full well that if I dipped my fingers into her panties, they would be soaking wet for me.

The shocked and furious expression on the punk”s face does exactly what I intended though, so feeling triumphant, I lead her away.

I dare to turn my head to look behind me and see him shamelessly staring at her ass as he licks his lips hungrily. Seriously, this fucker is begging to have his teeth knocked down his throat. If I wasn”t fighting every natural instinct in my body, trying to be better for her, I”d turn around now and have him begging for mercy.

We get into the elevator, the one that has a clear line of sight to the front desk and I waste no time pushing my girl against the glass as I kiss her roughly. Watch that you asshole.

As the elevator begins moving up, I move my lips down to her neck, eliciting a low moan from Riley”s lips. I nip her neck, which causes her to throw her head back and arch her back to give me better access. And despite the urge to look at my girl as her desire grows, I look straight ahead, locking eyes with Mr. Wants to Steal My Girl, whose eyes are locked on us. I bring one hand down to cup her ass as I lift her leg up and rest it on my hip so I can step closer to thrust against her. Then using my other hand I flip him off with an smug grin.

“You”re such a caveman,” Riley says with a smirk as the elevator climbs higher and higher.

“What?” I ask, feigning innocence.

“You think I don”t know all that was for him and not me? Talk about marking your territory,” she laughs. So she knows he was watching us? And yet still allowed me to use her as my own personal doll? Does she like the idea of people watching us? Or just the idea of me letting everyone know she”s mine? Or perhaps both?

“Just making sure he knows to keep his fucking eyes and thoughts off what”s mine,” I huff.

“You probably just gave him more for his spank bank,” she laughs. Fuck! I didn’t even think about that. Will he be fantasizing about Riley later tonight? Imagining it was him she was with in the elevator?

“Don”t worry Caveman, he can think all he wants, only you get to feel what it”s really like,” she smirks. As her hand slides down to the bulge in my pants.

I”m tempted to take her right here in the glass elevator, but before I even have the chance to think about it, there”s a loud ‘bing’ letting me know we”ve arrived on the third floor.

We find our door a few seconds later and head inside. It”s not as nice as the last place we stayed, but still a huge improvement over the dingey motels we”ve been to in the past.

I remove my jacket as Riley makes her way toward the bed, “Gaaabe,” she mutters as she catches sight of herself in the vanity mirror.

“You could have told me I looked a fucking mess.” I see her trying to smooth down her wild hair. She”s right; it kind of looks like a bird has made a nest in her hair. How the fuck didn’t I notice that before?

“I”m jumping in the shower,” she huffs and storms towards the bathroom. I remove my jeans, t-shirt, and boots while making my way towards the bathroom in nothing but my boxers, hoping to continue the fun from before. But as I enter the bathroom, the sight stops me in my tracks. I’m awestruck. Riley is breathtakingly naked behind the glass with her eyes closed and head thrown back as the water cascades down her long blond hair and all the way down her back. Her tits look amazing as her hard nipples poke toward the ceiling but it”s her hair that I”m drawn to. The way she runs her hands through it as she tries to comb out the knots. All I want to do is run my own hands through it.

Coming out of my momentary paralysis, I walk over, remove my boxers, and then carefully slide the glass door open. Riley doesn”t open her eyes to look at me but instead, she lets out a soft hum as she moves her head side to side, causing sprays of water to drip down her neck and between her breasts. I take a step forward and gently lick the droplets of water from her nipple. An action that causes Riley to jump. “Gabe,” she moans. “I’m trying to…” she begins before I cut her off by placing my finger on her lips.

“Don”t let me stop you; I just wanna watch.” Watch? Since when do I watch people wash their goddamn hair? Yet somehow, that”s all I wanna do.

She gives me a strange, crooked smile before she loads up her hands with liquid from the shampoo pump on the wall. I watch as she massages it into her hair, and all I want to do now is kiss her. I place my hands on either side of her jaw and kiss her. Soft at first before it turns more desperate. My hands find their way into the hair at the base of her neck as I continue kissing her and let my hands twist into her hair. Riley”s hands find their way to mine as she begins massaging her soapy hand through my hair. Her nails dig into my scalp slightly as she tugs at the roots. I copy her actions, scrubbing and running my fingers through her hair as she lets out little hums of satisfaction. How is something as boring and mundane as washing hair suddenly so tantalizing?

I release her hair, pull her closer to me with one hand while I reach for the shower head with the other. Wasting no time, I use the shower to wash away the suds before spinning her around so the back of her head rests against my chest. Taking more soap in my hand, I carefully wash every inch of her body, down her perfect chest, the curves of her tummy and hips, and towards my favorite part. But rather than letting my fingers slip inside her like I know she wants me to, I let my fingers tease her opening for just a brief moment before they find their way back to the inside of her thighs. She parts her legs further for me, giving me better access but for once I don”t take it. Instead, I place my free arm around her waist, hugging her tightly while peppering soft kisses behind her ear, down her neck and onto her shoulder, enjoying the feeling of peace and warmth as the hot water pounds down on us. I could stay like this forever.

Riley spins herself around so that she can rest her head against my chest and I hold her tightly against me, taking in the unfamiliar vanilla scent wafting from her head. We stay silently locked in our embrace until the water begins to run cold.

“I think it”s time to get out.” I laugh as the cold water begins to beat down on top of us.

“But I don”t wanna let go,” Riley whines, even as I feel the goosebumps appear on her skin.

Reluctantly, she releases her hold on me and reaches for the rolled up towels just outside of the shower, handing one to me first.

I use the large towel to wrap her in first before reaching for another one to wrap around my waist.

We make our way to the bedroom and climb straight into bed, not caring whether or not we”re fully dry, just desperate for some heat, comfort, and rest after our hectic day.

“Thank you for today,” Riley says as she looks up with the most beautiful, sleepy eyes.

“I”m glad you enjoyed it. I wasn”t sure if...” I begin, but she cuts me off.

“It was perfect.”

I run my hand along her jawline and into her hair, pulling her closer to me so that I can kiss her.

It starts off soft at first but her lips open. As my tongue darts in, a very small, soft moan leaves her lips. I reach my hand down, grabbing the back of her leg and pulling her leg on top of mine.

As our kisses grow in intensity, I find myself rolling on top of her to deepen it and to feel closer to her. It”s kind of nice to just kiss,without rushing straight for more. Who the fuck has my girl turned me into?

“Mmm, I love… kissing you,” Riley moans as she breaks away and hides her face in my chest.

“I like kissing you too,” I laugh. What a weird thing to say.