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Diavolo Ch 08

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

her, hit her and they began to struggle.” His gaze was faraway, lost. “The bang was so loud. It’s what I remember the most…that boom. Made my ears ring.” “Honey, you shouldn’t think about that,” she told him approaching slowly. He turned to her, held out the soap. “Would you do my back?” Such a simple, innocent question. Her belly tightened and something clenched low, making her shiver. His cock had gone down, resting docilely between his strong thighs. She took the soapy washcloth and circled behind him. “We should’ve put your hair up,” she commented, running the cloth between his shoulder blades. He snorted, “Like one of the frilly, flowery plastic things my grandmother uses? Geez, baby. You trying to emasculate me?” She rolled her eyes and pulled her hair free from the tie she used to keep her bun in place. Gathering the thick strands of his hair, she pulled it up and tied it securely. “There. Now it won’t get soaked.” Gabriel touched his hair and chuckled. “Abs, shit. I must look like a total ass.” She slapped at his hands when he tried to pull the hair tie off. “Behave.” “I should just wash my hair again,” he argued. “It’s late, and you were barely able to keep your eyes open out there.” He grunted. She continued to scrub his back and shoulders, briefly looking sown to the twin swells of his backside resting on the chair. Sitting, he came to her chin. He was so very tall. If she stood in front, his mouth would align with her breasts. “What?” he asked in a low voice. She ... frowned at the back of his head. He turned a bit to look at her. “I felt you shiver.” Her face grew hot. “I’m all done here. Give me the shower head.” He stared at her a moment before sighing and passing back the shower head. Once he was done with the rest of himself, Abigail turned off the water and handed him the towel. He patted himself dry, Abigail helping him once more with his back because lifting his arms gave him pain. He stood and she averted her gaze when he dried his backside. Abigail handed him his crutches afterward. He went back to the sink and leaned against it hand coming up to release the thick bun she’d tied at the nape of his neck. Behind the door was a black terrycloth robe she helped him into before helping him brush his slightly damp hair. By the time they made their way back out into the living room, everyone was gone. The house had been locked up and someone had started a fire in the fireplace as well as pulled Gabe’s temporary bed in front of it. “Nice,” Gabriel said, pitching his voice deeper. He neared the bed and handed Abigail his crutches. Balancing carefully on his left leg, she gaped when he let the robe drop and then lowered himself carefully. “Ah,” he sighed. “Feel like a million bucks.” Pulling up the sheets to drape casually over his groin, he smiled up at her. “Thank you, baby. For the food and helping me shower.” He patted the bed. “Come.” “What?” “You wanted to sleep with me last night. You were too drunk and I didn’t want to. Not like ...