Diavolo Ch 07 - Sex Stories

Diavolo Ch 07

... something quite terrifying in his face because she bit her lips, eyes wide as she gulped audibly. He took a deep breath, trying to push images of Michael probably having touched or kissed her out of his head. Even though she looked like a nun right now with her long black dress, hair tight behind her head and big, black-framed glasses, Abigail was pure temptation with her lush lips and big innocent blue eyes. He wanted to toss her up on the piano and eat her out and then fuck her silly. His cell phone ringing had him scowling at it. The number was his granma’s so he answered it right away. “Bendición, mamá,” he said. He winced and frowned at the barked out “Where are you?” “Diamond?” Abigail jolted up and got away to the kitchen before he could stop her. “I’m at Anna Maria’s house and she doesn’t know where you are.” Gabriel had left a note and was sure his grandmother had seen it. Grateful she still hadn’t revealed to Diamond where his secret beach house was, he replied, “Is there a problem, Diamond?” She sputtered a moment before huffing. “Can’t you tell me where you are? Are you in that girl’s house?” Gabriel did not like how she spat the word girl. “Yeah, I’m with Abigail. There a problem?” he spat back. There was heavy breathing over the line. “Gabriel, you should be resting in your home. I hope you didn’t do anything to set back your recovery,” she said in a sugary sweet tone. It sounded so fake, Gabriel curled his lip in annoyance. Whether or not he’d fucked Abs was ...

... none of her business. “Yeah, Di. I’m actually gonna need a sling for my dick.” Partially true because it still ached from disuse. He heard her gasp of outrage and had to smirk. “The band’s been idle for a month, Gabe. That’s not good,” she replied now icily. “What do you want me to do, Di? It’s not my fault someone tried to fuck me over.” She was silent for a while. “What have you remembered about that night, Gabe? That’s important, you know.” Gabriel thought. “I was listening to music over the headset in the helmet. There was a car behind me. I don’t know. Maybe two.” He hadn’t thought anything at first until one of them had gotten so close, he could feel the heat from the radiator on his back. He’d crossed lanes, moving to the right, and then he’d taken the curve just past El Morro Canyon road. “It was an SUV. A black one.” Diamond tittered on the line. “Gabe, almost everyone on the west coast owns a black SUV. Do you remember the make or model?” Gabriel thought. “A Merc?” His memory was foggy. “I’m not sure.” “Did you get a look at the driver?” “Tinted windows,” he replied. “How did you get there so fast? Cops said they contacted you and you got there before the helicopter?” Diamond lived in LA, which wasn’t exactly a skip and a hop down to Bayside. “I was staying at a friend’s house,” she sniffed. Gabe grunted, really not interested in her story. Besides, Abigail’s phone was going off, too. “Look, Di, gotta go now. Feels like my meds are wearing off and I need some more ...