Page 5 of Gabriel's Salvation

“He's paying,” she replies, poking her tongue out at me and walking away, swaying her hips and shaking her ass as she does so.

“Man, she played you.” Declan chuckles as I nod my head allowing him to add it to my tab. Damn, I know I should be annoyed but that was sexy as fuck. I watch her walk over to her friends, all of whom look like they belong in a frat house, laughing and joking.

For the next hour, I can't keep my eyes from wandering over to where she and her friends are partying. She's there with a bunch of girls mostly, and just two other guys. Part of me wants to walk over there, take her by the hand, and lead her into the bathroom to release the frustration currently pitching a tent in my jeans, but I decide against it. I don't like the whole party scene thing. Too..well..peopley.

I head outside for a cigarette to distract myself and it seems to be working. I'm sitting down, eyes closed, enjoying the peace, until I get the feeling someone is too close. I'm about to punch whichever asshole dares to invade my space, but when I open my furious eyes, I am met by a face full of boobs. Stacey, I believe that’s her name, is standing over me. I don't even have time to speak or process what is happening, because she literally rips the cigarette from my mouth.

I blink, trying to figure out what just happened. She’s casually smoking MY cigarette.

“Sharing is caring cutie,” she grins before removing it from her mouth and placing it back in my gawking one.

She turns away, yet again leaving me to do nothing but stare at her ass as she walks away. Two - zero to her.

This doesn't happen to me, like ever. I'm not the sort of guy girls tease. Nope. Never. I'm the sort of guy who picks a girl, gets what he wants, then fucks off. Nothing annoys me more than needy girls trying to get my attention. But fuck me. This girl’s confidence is sexy as fuck. Twice now she's run rings around me leaving me begging for more.

I finish my cigarette enjoying the fruity taste of her lip gloss in my mouth.

Nah, I'm not having this, I think to myself. I need to have her now. Fuck her hard and get her out of my head. I rush inside, ready to make my move, but Stacey is nowhere to be seen.

I sit my ass back on the barstool growling out, “Whiskey, neat.” What the fuck am I doing here? I only wanted to get out, have a few drinks, and forget about how crappy my life is. Instead, I'm sitting here with a boner from hell getting more irritated by the minute. I should’ve just stayed home.

I'm just finishing my glass when it goes dark. I feel soft feminine fingers cover my eyes as a warm breath whispers into my ear, “Guess who?”

My heart thumps and my dick hardens even more in the hope that it's Stacey, but once the hands are removed I'm disappointed to realize it's only Kelly… Kelly the local whore. I’ve been fucking both her and her best friend Sophie for months. Well, that was one way to get my dick to go down I guess.

I don’t actually give a fuck about either girl, but both are easy, sexy, and give great head. Looking around one last time to ensure Stacey really has left, I grab Kelly by the hand and lead her to the men’s toilets.

Moments later she’s bent over as I fuck her from behind in one of the tiny stalls. Once we’re done she attempts to kiss me but I push her back. “That's not what this is, and you know that,” I snap back as I tuck myself back into my jeans and open the door.

“Wait Gabe, let's go back to mine. We can finish what we started,” she tries to purr seductively but her annoying tone just reinstates my irritation that I finally had gotten rid of. “I'm not interested!” I snap back and I feel a shudder go through me when I envision having to spend more time with this skank.

“Well you sure were a second ago; that's the best sex we’ve ever had.” She whines as she steps forward and attempts to reach down and touch me again but I grab her wrist. “That’s because I was imagining fucking someone else!” I snap back, slightly nastier than needed. It's not a lie; it wasn't her I was imagining plowing into, it wasn't her hair I imagined having draped around my fist, or her moans I was dragging out. No, it was another blond-headed beauty I was imagining.

“You’re such a fucking asshole Gabe! I wish I’d never met you!” Kelly shouts, and I almost feel guilty when I see the lone tear sliding down her cheek. Almost. She probably thinks I'm a way out of this dead-end town and life, but what she doesn’t realize is that she’s better without me. I’ll just make her life even worse than it already is.

I grab my jacket from the stool, pay my tab, and make my way outside. As soon as I do, the cool wind catches me making me feel like I'm going to fall over. Damn, I'm drunker than I thought. No way am I driving home and risking bashing up my bike. So instead I call an Uber.

It drops me off at the beginning of the woods and I stumble through them, stopping a few times to throw up. When I finally make it home I collapse on the sofa and pass out. Nothing but my dreams for company.

Chapter Three

Stacey

6 hours earlier

Applying one final coat of lipgloss, I can't help but grin. Tonight my boyfriend, Justin, is taking me for dinner and then to the hottest club on campus. He went off to college a few months ago and since school is now over for the summer, this is the first time I'm getting to see him properly. He's usually too busy with basketball playoffs and training. To surprise him I even brought a fake ID as I don't want to embarrass him if I get carded in front of all his college friends.

I grab my handbag and take one last look at myself in the mirror, admiring the way my ass looks in my new jeans. Thank god the gym squats have paid off.

My phone pings letting me know my taxi has arrived so I rush out the door, almost bumping into my sister in my rush.

“Sorry,” I laugh.

“You will be,” she teases back.

I rush out and hop in the back of the taxi. “365 Munro Boulevard, please.”

The whole way over I fantasize about what Justin is going to do when he sees me. Sure we chat over the phone, but it’s not as much as I'd like. And we Facetime, but mostly in the evenings after practice. But we were inseparable last year before he went off to college, and it's been months since I saw him in person so I bet he's just as excited as I am.

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