Page 18 of Gabriel's Salvation

I can't help but smirk at her playfulness and confidence. This girl is hot as fuck.

That is until I read the next message and almost throw my phone in anger.

Cock Tease

Or maybe it's neither, maybe I need to find someone with a bigger engine to ride?

Bigger engine? Maybe I should march over there right now and show her exactly how big my engine is!

Me

Don't you fucking dare!

Immediately another message pings through.

Cock Tease

Sorry the user you're trying to contact is busy having the ride of her life right now, please try again later.

I hit the call button before I even have time to think about what I'm doing. She answers straight away.

“Who is he?” I snap. Whoever he is, he's about to become familiar with my fist.

“Who is who?” she asks, feigning innocence.

“Who are you with?” I snap back feeling frustrated. My heartbeat pounding in my chest, my breathing coming out in short bursts.

“Well, if you were here you'd know the answer now, wouldn't you?” she pokes and I can hear a hint of laughter in her voice.

“You're alone aren't you?'' I ask, finally feeling my pulse slowing and my breathing evening out.

“Yep,” she replies, popping her lips on the P sound before laughing. “But nice to know you care so much.” She replies with sass.

“I don't care,” I snap feeling flustered. Wait, do I care? Why do I care? I don’t care about people, especially random girls.

“Oh? So you wouldn’t care if I told you I was here right now with two gorgeous guys who are about to take turns fucking me senseless?” she asks in that annoyingly sexy yet innocent voice.

I can't even speak; instead, I simply let out an agitated growl.

“That's what I thought,” she laughs before hanging up.

I pick up my half empty beer bottle and throw it against a tree in frustration. Who the fuck does she think she is trying to annoy me? And more to the point, why do I care? Why does the thought of her with another guy fill me with so much rage? I want to charge over there and rearrange this fictional guy's face.

Just at that moment I receive a text from Kelly. I almost ignore it, the same as I do almost every time she messages. After all, she only has one or two uses, and both of them involve some part of my body entering a hole in hers, neither of which I have any interest in right now. But desperate to take my mind off of Stacey and whatever the fuck that girl is doing to me, I open it.

“Hey sexy, my friend is down from New York for the weekend. Wanna meet up for a little fun tomorrow?”

Spending the night with her is the last thing I want to be doing since she bores the fuck out of me, but I need to take my mind off Stacey so I agree.

“Sure, my little brother just got back so I'll bring him along to keep her company.”

Chapter Seven

Nate

Walking into the room I can't help but feel a shudder run down my spine. Sure the room looks different from what I remember. The two small beds have been replaced by a double bed in the corner of the room and there's now a small bedside table and lamp. But it’s still like walking into a nightmare. One that I know I can't wake up from. I throw open the built-in wardrobe and carefully begin unpacking my bags. As I do, I notice the chipped wood on the inside of the door and the tiny nail marks from the time Dad caught me hiding in there, hoping to escape his drunken wrath. He grabbed me by the feet and dragged me out. I grabbed onto the wood for dear life, but my little child’s grip was nothing compared to his drunken, angry strength. Slamming the door and deciding that's quite enough of a journey down memory lane, I head back and start unpacking things somewhere else. I head into the bathroom, take out my toiletries, and begin placing aftershave, hair gel, and other essentials under the sink. Then an idea hits me.

“I'll be back in a bit,” I shout as I head out the door. But I see Gabe sitting outside in the backyard. “Oh, you're out here. I assumed you were watching TV or something,” I say.

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