Diavolo Ch 05 - Sex Stories

Diavolo Ch 05

... out in an almost squeaky voice. “You’re too fucking heavy. Grab that walker properly, god-damn-it. My balls are about to hit the fucking floor.” Reluctantly, whole body throbbing like hell, Gabriel let Abigail go and gripped the metal walker again. About to call Rafe a wimp, the world turned on its axis as everything wavered before his eyes, the edges of his vision going black. He was going to pass out. He heard Abigail cry out in alarm before they quickly maneuvered back to the bed. His back hit the mattress. Someone yanked his legs up onto the bed, flashing his ass and balls in the process of straightening him upon the hospital bed. Gabriel could care less. He reached out blindly for Abby and encountered a bulky male form. “Easy,” Michael muttered. “Abby,” Gabriel called out, blinking against the dizziness. “Calm down,” Michael ordered. “She’s right here. “What the hell were you doing up? And with your arm out of the sling? You probably fucked up your collarbone again.” Yes. Gabriel felt like shit. His body was one big ball of misery, but he’d wanted to find Abigail. He’d been desperate enough to chance walking out into the mob at the entrance of the hospital. Anyone down there would have been more than happy to drive him wherever he asked. Fans were cool like that. Abigail smoothed his hair from his face, her eyes earnest. “Where have you been?” he snapped. She flinched and moved back, her pretty face flushed. Next to her Michael and Rafael glared at him. Fuck them both. ...

... Abby folded her sunglasses and tucked them in her bag before she retrieved her glasses and pushed them up her nose. It was like a kick to his gut, those big blue eyes behind those adorable glasses, her suckable, pouty, heart-shaped lips, and that amazing rack nicely displayed by her pretty dress. A floppy straw hat was perched on her head and made her look like something out of country couture catalog. “I had things that needed attending to,” she replied in her sweet breathy voice. He didn’t miss the way she squared her shoulders before looking him straight in the eyes to answer. Still she gripped her bag with white fingered intensity, her body stiff as if waiting for him to do or say something unpleasant. His right shoulder was throbbing in agony and his hip and leg were no less painful. He extended his left hand to her and was relieved when she came forward. “More important than me?” he murmured taking her hand and pressing a kiss to the back of it. She bit her lip in response, looking extremely guilty and repentant. “I could’ve died under the knife while you were out shopping probably.” Abigail flinched visibly, making his eyes narrow on her. “Don’t be so fucking melodramatic,” Michael chastised walking around to the other side of the bed to retrieve his arm sling. “Up,” he snapped poking Gabriel in his ribs, which sent a new wave of seething agony through him. Gabriel was barely able to bite back the cry of pain. He would have given the lead guitarist hell for having poked ...