Diavolo Ch 05 - Sex Stories

Diavolo Ch 05

... happy to give you a ride wherever, Abigail.” She leaned away from him a bit, leveling him with a stern frown. “I don’t need to sit and wait for people to drive me around to do my errands. I’m perfectly capable of caring for myself.” “Geez, Abigail, but you didn’t have to spend money buying a car. I’ve got five sitting at home right now collecting dust. I could’ve loaned you one of them for now.” “Absolutely not,” she said tipping her nose up a bit. “Why?” When she tried to rise from her perch next to him, he tightened his hold around her waist and grunted in pain. She gasped when his eyes slammed shut in agony before opening them a few seconds later to glare at her. Heart thudding, she did her best to wipe the worried expression she knew she wore to one of determination. “I can manage on my own, thank you. I think it’s high time I take my life into my own hands.” Gabriel’s scowl lessened. His eyes darted to Michael’s who nodded at him. Abigail frowned at both of them, wondering what secret message they were communicating to each other. “What else did you buy, Abs?” Michael questioned now, big arms crossed over his chest. Abigail arched a brow at his smug grin. “I... uh... bought a cell phone.” Gabriel’s face lit up. “’Bout time. Let’s see it.” Abigail fished around in her purse until she found her little phone. The lavender case she bought to protect it looked too feminine in Gabriel’s big hand when he took it from her with a frown. He shook his head, nose wrinkling to her ...

... dismay. “Aw, baby, what is this?” Her cheeks heated. “I-it’s my new phone.” Rafael was sniggering at the foot of the bed. Michael reached over and snatched the phone from Gabriel, his thick brows virtually touching over his blunt nose. “You should’ve gotten yourself a Note like mine, or at least an iPhone Six,” Gabriel was saying as Abigail watched Michael swerving his finger all over the screen of her phone. Abigail turned to look into Gabriel’s face, feeling annoyed. “I am not going to spend a thousand dollars on a phone. That’s ridiculous.” Gabriel’s brows furrowed. “How much did you pay for that?” “Twenty-five,” she answered haughtily. At the foot of the bed, Rafael doubled over laughing. Abigail glared at the top of his poodle curled dark head. “Say cheese,” Michael called out. Abigail blinked up at him in surprise as he aimed the phone at her and Gabriel. Next thing she knew, Gabriel was swiping his hot wet tongue up the side of her cheek as Michael chuckled and snapped pictures. Aghast, she turned, mouth gaping to Gabriel. Big mistake. He took advantage and pressed his mouth against hers, his tongue shoving in deep. She was about to struggle to get away but remembered his injuries and just froze instead. “Hey, I want in on the pics too,” Rafael called out. Gabriel reared back with a snarl. “Fuck off.” Abigail blinked at the other guitarist who was laughing hard at Gabriel’s other side. He stuck his tongue out throwing up the horns sign before following it up with his ...