Page 77 of Gabriel's Salvation

She squeezes much too hard as we drive away, to the point that her nails sting as they cut into me. Even so, I take the sting with pleasure, not wanting her hands to ever leave me again. Why the hell am I liking this so much? Normally I'm basically allergic to physical touch. Every moment of it feels like my own form of torture, hell even. Yet the feeling of her skin against mine feels like heaven, not hell.

The further away from the bar we get, the looser her grasp on me is until she's holding on for comfort.

Not wanting to take her home, I drive us to a nearby hotel. One much nicer than the shitty motel I took us to last time though.

“One double room,” I say as we get to the desk.

“Do you require the standard or luxury room?” the guy behind the counter asks.

“Luxury,” I reply.

“Sure thing, sir,” he responds as he types something on his computer then hands us a keycard. “Third floor, room 308.”

I loop my arm around Riley’s waist, something I've never done with a girl before, and guide her to our room.

As soon as we get inside I see her eyes widen. “Wow,” she says. As she makes her way over to the jacuzzi bath.

“Go run yourself a bath, baby, you need it,” I smile and tap her on the ass playfully.

I watch her scurry off to the bathroom and hear the taps turn on.

I pick up the phone and call down to reception. “Hi, I need to order some food to be brought to the room in about an hour - that’s okay, right?”

“Of course, sir. What would you like?”

Because I've never shared a meal with Riley and I have no idea what the fuck she likes; I decide to order a platter of different mains and desserts. She's bound to wanna eat something.

I push the bathroom door open and am hit with a face full of steam. Why the fuck do girls have their baths so hot?

I walk over to the tub and find Riley relaxing with her eyes closed. The bath is so full of water and bubbles that all I can see is her rosy nipple poking out of the water. My first instinct is to let my dick take the lead and walk over there and do whatever I want to her. I want to fuck her so hard that she doesn’t remember any other man’s touch but mine. But I decide against it. Riley has already put up with enough shit because of me.

So I decide to give the whole ‘Boyfriend’ thing a try and instead sit on the edge of the tub, grip her chin, and give her my best version of the Spiderman kiss, a kiss from above. Riley kisses me back, but as I try to deepen the kiss I realize how fucking problematic this position is. How the fuck does Spiderman make it look so easy?

Breaking the kiss only long enough to move, I change positions and then kiss her again, not giving a fuck as I feel the water sloshing and wetting the collar of my hoodie.

“Wanna join me?” she asks with a cheeky wink.

“Abso-fucking-lutely!” I say as I begin removing my clothes. She sits up and scooches back, presumably to make space for me to sit where her legs were. But I have absolutely no desire to sit there, so instead, I coax her forward and climb in behind her. Fuck me, is this what lobsters feel like when they are thrown into a boiling pot? I wonder as I sink in behind her and feel at least five layers of skin melt away.

As I sit down, I carefully tuck my dick between my legs, for once not wanting him to join the party, and pull Riley back against me. I wrap my arms strategically around her waist, trying my hardest to stop them from wandering either higher or lower.

“I was so scared tonight,” Riley admits as she wraps her arms around mine.

“I know, but you're safe now. I'm here.” I whisper, kissing her neck.

“Am I?” she questions.

“Are you what?

“Safe. Am I safe; safe with you?” she questions. And my cold dead heart hurts at the uncertainty of her words.

“You’re safe baby, I promise,” I reply, surprising myself with how much I truly mean those words.

“Am I yours?” she questions.

“Yes, Fireball, nobody else can have you but me,” I growl, feeling that possessiveness rise again at the thought of anyone else touching her.

“And are YOU mine?” she asks a little less confidently. I don’t like the insecurity I hear in her voice. I love when she is spitting fire and holding her own.

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