Diavolo Ch 05 - Sex Stories

Diavolo Ch 05

... hospital. She used to make frequent trips with the nuns at the convent to hospitals and even jails to visit the unfortunate. As she neared Gabriel’s door, she realized in dismay that the shouting emanated from there. The guards were still at the door and stepped aside to allow her to enter. The scene that greeted her made her mouth gape. Gabriel stood, fingers wrapped around a metal walker leaning with an angry scowl toward Rafael. “You’re fucking crazy, man. You just had surgery yesterday. You can’t leave. Be reasonable,” Rafael shouted, hands gripping Gabriel’s bulging biceps. “Get the fuck outta my—“ Gabriel’s yell stopped the second his burning green eyes fell on her. “Abigail.” Her name whooshed from between his lovely lips, sending a shiver through her. Rafael turned, his hands still tensed on Gabe’s arms. “Bout time you finally showed up,” he snapped, making Gabriel scowl at him anew. “Don’t fucking talk to her that way,” Rafael turned back to him. Abigail couldn’t see his face anymore but his tone was scathing. “Like hell. You’ve been a prick since waking up from surgery yesterday morning because she wasn’t here. I’m about to strangle you with the damn morphine line.” Abigail’s heart tightened. He’d been through surgery while she’d been cruising around town absorbing the scenery? Guilt had her tripping forward, her eyes traveling over him. The silly hospital gown hung down around his elbows probably from the tussle between him and the guitarist. It put on display all ...

... of his upper body. His long hair was a mess around his shoulders and his jaw stubble was now more of a beard. Her whole body clenched at the sight of him. Rafael stepped away when she approached. She looked intently for any signs of bandages to show where he’d been cut. Her eyes watered at the thought of his beautiful skin being marred by a scalpel. The bandage he’d had around his head was gone and he had a few stitches just near the corner of one brow. Abigail reached for the grayish blue hospital gown with the dark blue polka dots, intending to set it to rights when his head dipped down and his mouth sealed over hers. ******* She was a vision, fucking more beautiful than he remembered. Forgetting about the fact he’d acquired a metal spike driven into his right femur less than twenty-four hours prior, he released the walker, desperate to wrap his fingers around Abby’s slender waist and haul her against him. His mouth touched hers, his tongue finding the heaven within, before pain roared with unforgiving intensity through him. He began to go down seconds before Rafael’s arms went around him from behind with a grunt and a curse. More pain blazed through him, his broken ribs protesting the male arms that held him in a vise grip. He ignored it all. Rafe holding him up, Gabriel fused his mouth to Abigail’s again, one hand gripping the cursed walker, the other wrapped securely around her. “This is fucked up,” Rafe protested tightly. His hold was slipping. “Fuck, Gabe,” he gritted ...