Diavolo Ch 07 - Sex Stories

Diavolo Ch 07

... storming over next-door and beating Mike with his crutches. To think, he’d shared his table and a meal cooked by his Abby with the son-of-a-bitch. “Do you have any marks on you?” He couldn’t seem to find it in him to ask her if she felt sore between her legs. Mike couldn’t. He just couldn’t have gone that far. Maybe copped a feel or two, but not actually fucked her. “No,” Abigail answered timidly. He flinched when she caressed his cheek. “Gabriel, please calm down.” He let out the breath he had pent up and looked down at her. Mike had obviously seen what was his. Gabriel hadn’t even seen her yet. It made his blood boil, but he forced himself to calm and not keep scaring the shit out of his girl. Later. He’d have words with his traitorous band mate later. *** Abigail left Gabriel napping on his inflatable mattress in the living room. She worried about what the owner would think if he knew she had a man in the house, but since he and Gabriel obviously knew each other, it might not be much of an issue. At least that’s what she hoped. Mikayla had said their mother was ill, in bed and calling for her. Marjorie was not the type of woman to take to bed whether she was sick or not, so naturally, Abigail had felt worried. Too bad her sister had insisted on going to pick her up. She’d been trying to find out Abigail’s whereabouts for weeks now. Her insistence made Abigail wonder if the whole story of her mom being ill was a ruse. Feeling a bit bashful of her little red Beetle, she ...

... parked her car a few feet from the front of the house and walked to the driveway. Last thing she needed right now was having her car mocked, especially since she was still shaken up with Gabriel’s violent reaction to Michael apparently stripping her down to her panties the night before. She was sure the big guitarist hadn’t done anything nefarious to her. He was too taken with his own girl, though, knowing what she knew now of Erica, Abigail wondered why. Oh, she seemed sweet and sometimes clueless, but she also barely paid any mind to poor Michael. The few times Michael had attempted to be amorous with her, the girl had shrugged him off. Abigail pouted. Sometimes she was the same way with poor Gabriel, but only because he tempted her so much. As she pondered about Michael and Erica’s situation, wondering if they were married, she stopped when she heard voices coming from the garage. “You son-of-a-bitch,” Mikayla hissed. “I told you to just follow him.” “I did," Edvard snapped back, making Abigail’s brows shoot up. Why were they speaking to each other that way? “I did everything you asked me to do,” he continued, his foreign accent getting thicker with his anger. “Lower your voice, you stupid jerk.” Mikayla growled. “I shan’t. Let everyone know. I followed your precious rock star around like a cuckold because I loved you.” “Fuck you, Edvard.” There was a tussle inside the garage. Someone was slammed against the half open door, making Abigail jump back a step, eyes wide, and hand ...