Page 23 of Gabriel's Salvation

“I just don't get you,” Nate snaps. We pull up at home, he quickly jumps out and slams the truck door behind him.

I walk in, grab a beer and pull out my phone.

Smoking Little Cock Tease

Seriously you're gonna make me go alone?

Well, we're leaving, I can't believe you're making me go with Justin and his friends. Do you have any idea how awkward this is going to be?

Fuck sake! Jessica is here-the girl he fucking cheated on me with. I need you!

Please Gabe, I need you here! The address is 57 Hampton Crescent.

Me

I'm in bed, I'm not going. Figure it out yourself.

Fine! I'll just get back with Justin instead. At least he's not ashamed to be seen with me!

I throw my phone onto the bed in frustration. Who the fuck does she think she is? She may be hot as fuck, a total firecracker, but she's not my goddamn girlfriend; I've made that clear to her from the start.

I pour myself a glass of Hennessy, followed by another to try and calm my frustration.

Seriously, what's wrong with this bitch? Does she actually think I'm gonna drop everything to go to some shitty ass concert with her and her ex boyfriend? For what? To make him jealous? To prove she's over him? Screw her. I'm fine here.

I switch on the TV and try and distract myself with my favorite show, since Nate’s fucked off and left me. I'm just forgetting about her as the second episode starts, that is until I receive another message.

This time it's a picture of her taken in the bathroom mirror, dressed in a short black skirt, fishnet stockings and boots. Fuck she looks hot. I wanna tear my eyes away but I can't. Without thinking my hand dips inside my gym shorts and grips my cock, I begin stroking it as I stare at my phone. My hand takes on a life of its own as my mind begins fantasizing about what I'd do to her if I was there right now. I imagine bending her over and ripping a hole in those fishnets so I can fuck her from behind. I imagine what her hair will feel like wrapped around my fist as I thrust into her harder and harder.

I feel the unmissable twitching beneath my hands and the tingle at the bottom of my spine just as the cum shoots out, soaking my shirt. What the fuck is this girl doing to me?

I remove my t-shirt and head towards the shower. Once out and dressed in some new jeans, I make my way to the kitchen. I grab the bottle of Hennessy and chug it directly from the bottle, feeling the slight burn as the liquid runs down my throat.

I try to go back to my show, telling myself she can do what she wants. She's single after all. We're not dating. Hell, I've been balls deep in not one but two different girls this weekend.

My phone dings again. This time it's a video of Stacey, Justin, and another asshole I don't recognize. Stacey and the guy are singing along to the music while Justin looks furious in the background. That's not a look I like. Throwing on a clean shirt and grabbing the keys to my bike, I decide to make my way over.

I arrive less than twenty minutes later, and after paying some punk $20 to look the other way I head inside. I search the dimly lit bar until I spot her a few rows ahead, she's now sitting on the shoulders of who I can only assume is the guy from the video. Swaying along to the music. I grab a beer and watch. Feeling irrationally angry to see her with him.

That is until irrational anger turns into full on fury when I watch Justin grab her by the hips and drag her off the other guy’s shoulders. I see Stacey kick and shout as he forces her to her feet on the ground. I can't hear what she says but it's clear from her body language that she's pissed off. Part of me is strangely proud of the way she's holding her own against a guy easily twice her weight. She’s such a little spitfire.

That is until I see his hand move up and slap her straight across the face, knocking her clean off her feet. I don't even have time to think before I'm there and my fist is connecting with his nose, spraying blood everywhere. I turn around and Stacey is still sitting, dumbfounded on the floor. The asshole she was with is looking at me in shock, so much shock he's not even attempted to help her up. Bending down, I scoop her into my arms, and throw her over my shoulder and carry her straight out. No one, not even her, makes any attempt to stop me.

It's only when we get outside and the cold air hits that she seems to register what's happening.

“Where are we going?” she says in such a soft, almost childlike whisper that all I want to do is protect her. I was never big enough to protect my mother, all those times I watched my father knock her to the floor. But I’ll be fucked if I’m not big enough now.

“I'm taking you somewhere safe,” I reply back, placing her softly onto my bike. I reach for the helmet but as I go to place it onto her head she cowers away in fear. “I'm not going to hurt you,” I say fiercely enough to ensure she hears me, but not enough to scare her more.

I climb on the bike and reach for her arms to wrap them around my waist. She doesn't say anything but grabs on tight.

I begin driving, but soon realize I have no idea where I'm going. I don't wanna take her home in case Justin goes there later. But she sure as shit isn't coming back to mine. Instead, I opt for a cheap motel just a few blocks away. One I've used more times than I can count for cheap and easy hook ups.

I pull into the parking lot, help her off the bike, and then lead her inside.

The creepy old guy is on the desk as usual. “Will that be for the hour or the night?'' he asks, eyeing up Stacey with far more interest than I'd like. I pull out my wallet and throw the cash on the counter. “The night,'' I snap. Heck, I won't be staying the night, I never do. But she can.

He hands me the key to Room 15 and I snatch it and make my way there.

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