Page 101 of Gabriel's Salvation

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.

Gabe

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.

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