Diavolo Ch 03 - Sex Stories

Diavolo Ch 03

... brought one girl home to his grandmother. Six months later, Alexandra had confessed she was a lesbian and had wanted to lie with a man at least once before she made up her mind completely. He kind-of figured something was up. The girl knew more about cars, bikes, and chicks than he did. They’d stayed good friends after his initial temper tantrum, but he’d never brought another girl home to his grandmother. Abigail wrapped her arms around herself, biting her lower lip. “What’s your number? Can I call you tonight?” She shook her head. “I don’t have a cell phone.” He shook his head, disappointed and reached into his pocket. “Here.” He handed her his phone. “What’s this for?” she asked looking at him baffled as he handed her his Galaxy. “Duh, to call you,” he answered. Her eyes widened and before she could utter another word, he revved his Fatboy and peeled rubber around the circular driveway. He had another phone. The one he used to conduct business. The one he’d given her was only for his grandmother, band mates, and the few really close personal friends he had. Tomorrow he’d just get himself another personal use phone. He slowed down at the front gates, giving the massive metal monstrosities time to swing open for him and continued on his way out onto Route 1. *** Abigail stared at the huge phone in her palm incredulously. The crazy man had given her his phone. She stared at it a few seconds before touching the screen in wonder. It blinked to life. The screen saver was a ...

... picture of the emblem of Diavolo, an electric guitar on fire with the word Diavolo written out in fancy script across it. The bottom of the screen read slide to unlock. She stroked her finger across the words and the screen changed. Now there was a picture of Gabriel, shirtless and grinning, hugging an adorable old woman. Abigail couldn’t help but grin herself at their big smiles. The woman was tiny, blue eyes twinkling, her white hair wrapped in a thick braid that formed a crown around her head. She was very pretty and sweet looking. There were various colored squares at the top of the screen. One said gallery and she tapped it. An entire page of pictures popped open. Walking slowly back to the house, Abigail tapped the first one. It was a picture of a bunch of music equipment. The next one had a black woman, hair in bright green curlers and hands held out to the camera with a scowl. She looked like she hadn’t wanted her picture taken. Abigail snickered. That Gabriel was such a rascal. She flicked to the next picture and it showed Gabriel seated at a piano, very pensive. The light of a window was shining over the front of his face bringing out the subtle red highlights in his dark hair. His long lashes shuttered his green eyes, but he still looked so beautiful. What was he thinking about in this picture? The next picture was him still sitting at the piano, obviously a few seconds later, smirking and saluting whoever took the picture with his middle finger. Abigail shook her head, ...