Page 26 of Gabriel's Salvation

I turn to leave just as the door swings open and Stacey envelops me in a tight hug. My natural instinct is to push her away, tell her to get the fuck off me and leave again. But the shining bruise stops me for just long enough that she lets go herself.

“Where have you been?” She says, slapping my chest.

“I went to get ice,” I lie. I see her eyes glance down at my empty hands so quickly add, “but I didn't find any.” What the fuck is wrong with me?

“Well close the door then it’s fucking freezing,” she laughs as she walks back and climbs back under the covers.

I just stare like a dumbfounded kid, not knowing what to do. Do I leave? Do I stay? Do I climb in beside her? Do I fuck her? Who knows.

“You just gonna stare or are you gonna come join me and my boyfriend?”

“Your boyfriend!?!” I snap, kicking the door closed as I quickly scan the room.

“Yeah, my main man, Jax Teller,” she laughs, patting the space beside her.

I kick off my shoes and sit down.

“You watch Sons?” I exclaim in surprise. Maybe tonight won’t suck too much.

“Hell yeah! Motorbikes, check. Family drama, check. Hot guy, double check,” she laughs as she fans herself.

“Oh, okay,” sounding a little off guard. How can we both love the same show but see it so differently?

“What, did you think all girls only watch rom-coms and dream of their prince charming and true love’s kiss?” she laughs as she throws one of the obnoxiously small cushions at my head.

“Well yeah, kind of,” I reply as I remove my jeans and sit on the edge of the bed, ready to watch my favorite show.

“You're in for a rude awakening then as Jax is the only Prince OF Charming this girl needs.” She grins as she makes herself comfy and turns up the volume.

I start off sitting on the edge but before long I’m sitting right beside her under the covers. Neither of us say much other than the odd comment here and there about the show. But it feels oddly peaceful. I can't remember the last time I sat with another person and just relaxed or watched TV.

The show is just coming to an end when she breaks the silence by asking, “Should we watch the next episode?”

“Sure, I gotta take a piss first, though,” I reply as I stand and make my way to the bathroom. When I come out she's on all fours with her ass in the air and her head hanging off the bed.

Fuck yes! My cock springs to attention in my boxers and I waste no time walking over and slapping her ass.

“What the fuck?!” she shouts. Lifting her head. “What do you think you're doing?” she demands as she turns her head to look at me.

“Well, I thought… you were on all fours.” I stutter as I feel a blush rising up my neck. I rub the back of my neck and look up towards the ceiling.

“What were you thinking? That rather than having a conversation like a normal person, I’d just climb on all fours and present myself to you like a fucking cat in heat?” she snaps again and I can see she's pissed. Which I know it shouldn't but it just makes me harder. Never before have I had any woman, let alone one this goddamn sexy, stand up to me or try and challenge me like this. I moan quietly to myself and have the worst urge to adjust myself in my pants but know that will just add fuel to this fire sitting in front of me.

“Well?” she demands. I swear I can almost see the smoke coming from her.

“Well, what the fuck were you doing then?” I ask innocently and try to give her my sexiest smirk.

“Honestly. Men are the worst,” she grumbles as she pushes her way past me, walks around to the side of the bed where her head just was, and bends down.

“I was getting this, you fucking caveman,” she snaps, holding the remote control in the air.

I move to reach for it but she hides it behind her back. I lunge forward to get it from behind her back but she swaps hands and holds it high into the air. Although, why? I don't know, since I'm easily a foot taller than her.

She obviously registers this at the same time as I do, and just as I get close enough to reach for it she throws it onto the bed.

I'm not letting her off that easily though. I grab her still outstretched hand and use that and my weight to push her backward and pin her hand above her head.

“Well, that didn't work, did it?” I growl, voice laced with desire.

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