Diavolo Ch 07 - Sex Stories

Diavolo Ch 07

... and then Gabriel some of the omelet. Gabriel stared at his plate and sniffed. He looked intently at her as she spread some butter on toast and slid it onto his plate. “Wow,” Michael laughed. “You made a feast here, Abs. I’m jealous, Gabe.” He put fruit and cheese on the small dishes Abigail had placed by their plates and gave it to Gabe who was furthest away from it. Gabriel frowned as he cut into the omelet slowly. Abigail waited with bated breath as he speared the first bite. Michael groaning lewdly had them both looking at him. The huge guitarist had his eyes closed, jaw moving slowly from side to side as he chewed. “God, this tastes good,” he moaned. His golden eyes opened as he licked his lips and shook his head. “You’ve got to give me the recipe, Abs.” “Uh, sure,” she replied as he took another bigger bite. Her gaze slid to Gabriel who still watched his band mate, a little wrinkle between his perfectly arched brows. He finally popped the morsel of egg into his mouth and began chewing. Abigail tried not to giggle at his expression. He looked shocked and stuffed some more egg into his mouth. Abigail wasn’t sure how much the men would eat, so she’d made the entire carton of eggs, twelve in total. Except for the piece she was still nibbling at, they pretty much cleared out the platter, fighting over the last piece. “She can make it for you whenever, man. Have some pity on me.” “Go get your own female to cook for you.” “Ha! Yeah-right!’ “I can make some more,” Abigail said ...

... sliding her chair back. Gabriel closed his fist over her hand. “No, baby. Finish your breakfast.” “Fine,” Michael huffed unhappily. “You take it then.” “You’re too fat anyway, Mike. You should be grateful,” Gabriel snickered. Abigail gasped, leveling Gabe with an admonishing glare. “That’s not a nice thing to say to your friend.” Michael snorted. “I’m not fat. I’m fluffy.” Abigail looked at Michael. No. He wasn’t fat at all. He was just built like a tank, wide shoulders, bulging chest, thick neck, and huge muscular arms. His golden eyes were sharp and mannerisms gentle. Abigail had grown a soft spot for him, until she remembered him saying he’d left the aspirin on the nightstand for her and that she’d been clad only in her panties when she’d woken up. Gabriel couldn’t have gone down those stairs on his crutches, much less undressed her. Had it been Erica? She was too embarrassed to ask. As if sensing her thoughts, Michael gave her a huge grin, wolfish eyes glinting. *** Gabriel wasn’t liking the way she kept staring at Mike and blushing. What the fuck was going on there? Mike telling him he was jealous did nothing to soothe his damned possessive streak either. Christ, the woman made a mean omelet. Might be the only thing she knew how to make, but Gabriel was hooked good and solid. “Well, Erica hasn’t eaten yet and there’s no more left. I might as well make more anyway.” Michael patted his lips with the dark blue napkin she’d put out and rose. “Don’t worry about Erica. She’s ...