Page 17 of Crush

“So why are youreallycockblocking your friends? Youcan’tsay you have no interest in shagging her six ways to Sunday. Not if she’s as hot as they’re all saying.”

There was a beat of silence as Gabe knocked his drink back before I added. “Could youwanther more? You may as well piss all over her.”

Gabriel slammed his glass on the counter and motioned for another hit. “Dude, I know you have your kinks, but please,” he said grimacing.

Necking my drink, I placed my glass alongside his. “I meant figuratively, to mark your territory?” I explained.

“Thank God for that. You had me worried.”

Chuckling, I lifted my refill, having totally lost count of how many I’d had. “I may have strong sexual preferences but believe me, water sports aren’t one of them,” I stated proudly. “I couldn’t deal with anyone dumping on me either, gross.” Thankfully, the noise in the place covered my crude comments.

We were in the bar section of an Italian restaurant called Felice’s. Gabe and the owner, Felice Abbatini, were tight and we’d been going there for years. It was a stone, glass-fronted place, contemporarily furnished with two bars, aseparate function room and then the large restaurant section. It was on the pricey side but Gabe and I liked it.

Checking out my friend’s profile, he looked pensive, but before I could comment he said, “Look, I have no idea if Leonie will be there. Maybe Asher told her about the party. Anyway, who gives a shit, Lisa is coming and so will I, several times hopefully.”

Lisa was new. Gabe who usually got his jollies from our mutual friend Natalie had started to move on to other girls. I told him it was due to his dick not being as big as mine and that Natalie found him lacking. He told me to go fuck myself as you can imagine.

“So, Lisa again. From what I’ve heard, she’s got nothing on Leonie.” I was a stubborn bastard, a dog with a bone when I wanted to piss someone off.

Gabe shot me a cocky look, “But Lisa can suck like a Hoover. I can’t imagine Leonie’s mouth has ever been near a dick.”

Those words forced a vision of Amber on her knees sucking me off. Where hadthatcome from? I parked that fucker there and then. The woman was turning me into a pervert.

Rolling my shoulders, I cracked my neck and checked my phone. “I can’t believe I missed the introductions,” I huffed, party to myself.

Gabe turned on his seat and delivered what I called his ‘courtroom’ glare. “You can blame your nasty habit for that. If you hadn’t been polluting my bathroom, you’d have seen her.” Shit. Busted. So, he knew I’d lit up in his apartment.

Tapping his hand which was resting in front of him on the bar I gave him some facts. “Look, smoking isn’t the worst thing I could have been doing in there.”

He dragged his hand away and barked a laugh. “Nice.” His tone then became serious. “Anyway, as I said. Stay away from Leonie, she isn’t the type of girl you dick around with.”

Feeling the need to wind him up more, I went with, “What if she’s the one?” I suggested that ridiculous notion whilst placing the hand he’d batted off over my heart.

Gabe snorted and shook his head. “The one? Like you believe in all that bullshit?” And of course, he was right. I didn’t.

My thoughts darted back to Amber for some odd reason. How the hell had she popped in there again? “Maybe I don’t want to be on my own forever. Luca said she’s marriage material.” Where the hellthatcrap came from was anyone’s guess. The bottom of my glass, probably.

Releasing a loud groan and pushing his empty tumbler away from him, Gabe muttered tiredly, “Are wereallygoing to do this?”

“What?” I replied in a fake, would I, tone.

The brunt of my jabs motioned between us with one hand. “This girly heart-to-heart shit?”

I turned so I was facing the bar again. I also knew when to stop. “Yeah, maybe not.”

Gabe however, saw a chance and went for it. “Anyway. How’s it going with your Lady Swift? Youtwodone the deed of darkness yet?” Successfully turning the tables.

Amber’s beautiful face swam around my thoughts as I turned to face Gabe, leaning one elbow against the bar. “I’ve already told you I have no intention of going there. The woman’s tongue is so sharp, parts of me would probably start to fall off.”

Gabe was suddenly wearing a self-satisfied grin as he focused past my shoulder. “You’re such a liar. Yes, she’s got a mouth on her but surely the beast in you wants to own that?”

“Not really,” I shrugged, feeling tense. Gabe remained quiet as he continued to stare behind me into the distance.

“What ifshe’sthe one?” he replied with a wink, pinning his gaze back on me.

I shot him with a God give me strength expression. “Don’t start with all that sentimental vomit. I thought we’d agreed to save it.”

Gabe shrugged and stared over my shoulderagain. “I’m just saying that I don’t think I’veeverseen you so strung up over a female.”

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