1. Diavolo Ch 06


    Date: 1/25/2016, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Levanahyll, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    to toss me.” Ariel laughed, the first time Abigail had ever seen him do so. “Nah, man,” he said. “Your girl’s here. We wouldn’t want to mess your hair.” The others snickered along with the bass player. They continued to horse around, cracking jokes at each other’s expense and laughing. Usually more crude, today they seemed to be keeping it PG probably for Anna Maria’s sake. Later on toward late afternoon, Michael brought out acoustic guitars, giving Gabriel one. Abigail watched him wince when he positioned it on his lap. Leaning back a bit, obviously seeking a more comfortable position, he began to play. Rafe and Michael accompanied him, but after three songs, he gave the guitar to Ariel. Michael sang a few songs and Gabriel harmonized with him. Abigail was surprised at how well Michael could sing. They talked about when they started and Abigail listened intently, gasping when she learned their first drummer had died in a car crash when he was only seventeen. They’d also had another bass player who went to jail for fraud and petty burglary. The guy had been bad news all around. “Luckily, we found Eeyore here,” Ang said patting Ariel on his back. The bass player nodded, his eyes already slightly glassy from too much beer. Abigail wondered how he’d gotten the terrible scar that ran from his left eyebrow down to his chin. It made his left eye sag a little, but if you looked at him from the right, he was very handsome…if you could ignore his usual broodiness. He also swayed from ...
    side to side, as if listening to his own interior music. Later that evening, Sharmane brought out a glazed ham adorned with pineapples and cherries. Again, Anna Maria served Gabriel a heaping plate. He was beginning to look tired. She took away his plate after he’d cleared it completely of the scary amount of food it had contained. When she came back to him, he gripped her wrist and pulled her closer. “Gabriel, your leg,” she gasped when he seemed to be pulling her to sit with him. He lowered his left leg and dragged her between his thighs. She sat gingerly, acutely aware of his right leg behind her. Also, afraid to lean against him because of his ribs. He cupped her cheek and brought her close, kissing her gently. “Stay with me tonight,” he whispered. She tried to lean away, but just the pressure of his fingers against her face kept her in place. “Gabriel, you promised.” “I just want to sleep with you. That’s all, Abby. What’s sinful about that?” “It’s not right.” “Why not?” She finally managed to get him to release his hold on her face and looked at him with what she hoped was a stern expression. “It just isn’t. It’s not proper.” He tipped his head to the side and stared at her, eyes blazing, “That’s ridiculous, Abby.” She stood abruptly, but he gripped her wrist. She resisted his tugging. “Gabriel, I said no.” “Alright, I’m sorry. Sit down.” When she remained standing, he said in a softer tone, “Please?” She sat, but with her back ramrod stiff, inwardly chastising herself ...
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