Diavolo Ch 05 - Sex Stories

Diavolo Ch 05

... him in his broken ribs, but Abigail was doing a pretty good job of handing him his ass as it was. “Move away from him,” she snapped snatching the sling from Michael’s hands. “You need to be gentle. Can you not see he’s in pain? How can you prod and shove him around like a sack of potatoes like that? Have you no common sense? My goodness gracious. Now either treat him more delicately or move out of my way so I can help him into this.” Gabriel smirked at Michael who looked properly chastised, but fixed his expression to a pained one before Abigail turned back to him. Rafael just shoved his hands into his pockets, his dark eyes twinkling in amusement. Carefully, with the help of Michael, the sling was anchored around his shoulder and his arm propped again. Gabriel settled back into the pillows as Abigail tucked the white bed sheets around his legs and hips. He winced when she inadvertently bumped against the immense bandage at his right hip. Her eyes swung up to his, wide and questioning. “They opened me up yesterday to hammer a metal rod into my bone so I’d be able to walk again,” he said with a frown. He almost felt guilty at the panicked look she gave him. “Oh,” she said blinking rapidly. Her lips pouted and it was all he could do not to rear up and kiss the pout away. “Does it hurt very much?” Like a motherfucker, but he’d resisted overusing the morphine, not wanting to get addicted to it. His gaze swung to Rafael who was grinning like an idiot. The band didn’t need ...

... another addict. ******* They hadn’t managed to right his hospital gown. Now that the sling was back in place, it would be more difficult to cover that mesmerizing nipple he had exposed. He didn’t seem to notice it, his glassy eyes constantly roving over her. Abigail fidgeted with her glasses. Gabriel held his arm out. When she just looked at him in puzzlement, he patted the area next to him with a seductive grin. Her heart did a funny little flip in her chest as she gulped. “Humor me,” he said in his sexy, growly voice, the same voice that had crooned that hair-raising, tear-jerking song minutes ago over her car radio. She tried to sit gingerly on the bed, next to him, not sure she should. Wasn’t there a rule about how people were not allowed to sit on a patient’s bed? Gabriel’s left arm going around her waist to haul her into his side had her thoughts screeching to a halt. He was so much bigger than her, she fit perfectly into his side. “So,” he began, his lips brushing against her temple, “tell me what was so important that you abandoned me yesterday.” “I needed to buy myself a car,” she began. “I swear, Gabe,” Michael was saying, interrupting her, “I got there early, but she was already pulling out of the driveway with Edvaard. Abigail frowned and turned to catch Gabriel glaring at Michael. “Don’t be angry at Michael,” Abigail blurted in alarm, garnering Gabriel’s attention once again. “If I’m to remain in California I need my own transportation.” “The guys would be more than ...