1. Diavolo Ch 08


    Date: 8/20/2015, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Levanahyll, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    “Now that I look at you, Gabe, I kinda see it.” Gabriel scowled at the drummer. “Eat me.” “Look! You see?” Ang exclaimed, jabbing a finger in Gabriel’s direction. “It’s those hooker lips of yours, and those big fuck-me eyes. You’re a dead ringer for him. All you need is the blond hair and eyeliner, man.” Even Ariel laughed, which was probably the first time she’d seen him show his teeth. Gabriel looked down shaking his head, but he chuckled too and then he yawned. The medication made him drowsy. Erica shoved her cell phone under Abigail’s nose. “Bret Michaels.” Abigail blinked as she took the proffered phone from the girl despite Gabriel’s protest. She looked at the video of the handsome blond man and smirked. “Well, maybe the nose and the mouth.” Roaring laughter sounded around her. Gabriel just rubbed his face with his hands in defeat. “Seriously, Abigail? You too?” She giggled. No. Gabriel was way better looking than the pretty blond man in the video singing about roses and their thorns. For one, Gabe gave off a pure masculine vibe that made her toes curl. So-what if his lips were what Angelo accused them to be. They were surrounded by manly scruff at the moment. He gave her a slow blink, looking like he was ready to nod off at any minute. Michael stretched ad stood. “Rafe, help me clean up. Ang and Ariel, help Sleeping Beauty here to the bath. It’s getting late.” Angelo scoffed. “What? I am not helping a man bathe. What-the-hell!” Ariel just shook his head, sipping at ...
    his beer. Gabriel looked at Abigail. Her eyes widened. Who would bathe Gabriel when Michael couldn’t come over? “I can make it into the bathroom, but I definitely need someone to give me a hand in there.” “He could slip and kill himself,” Michael added without a hint of a smile. Abigail cupped her throat in horror. “Think of me as your patient,” Gabriel added slowly getting to his feet as Rafe handed him his crutches. Every eye was on her. Well, he was her boyfriend, and he was hurt enough to need assistance and who better than she? “Okay,” she said, her voice a horse whisper. She left the guys from the band cleaning up as she followed Gabriel into the bathroom on the main floor behind the kitchen. It was not as big as her bathroom downstairs, but roomy enough for both of them to fit without bumping into each other. Gabriel still had no shirt on, just a pair of black drawstring pants. When he leaned against the sink, Abigail turned and began fixing the water. “How do you like the temperature?” “However you like it,” he purred. She ignored the sexy growl and shoved her trembling hand beneath the warm spray of water. This bathroom was tiled in natural stone and had a walk-in bathing area. Niches were tucked in the corners stocked with soaps, sponges, towels, and bottles of products of every kind. There was also a sturdy metal and plastic chair she guessed Gabriel used when he showered in there. “Well, I made it warm, but not too much. It’s a cool night…” Her words died on her ...
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