by Michelle Day
“Hi Paul, Gavin’s in the shower.”
“Hi Angel, can you tell him that everything is fine, I’ve got a copy of the CCTV footage from the college which I have given to the police, they aren’t going to pursue him and he’s ok to go back to college so I want him home today.”
“Ok, I will. You know Quinn deliberately went for me to provoke a reaction from him don’t you?” she asked.
“Yes I do but I thought he had more sense than that.”
“He handled it well until Quinn actually went for him,” Angel justified Gavin’s actions. “Paul, do I need to be scared of him?” she asked, Gavin’s focused reaction to Quinn’s blow had frightened her.
“Has he hurt you?” Paul’s voice was sharp with concern.
“No, not at all, it’s just the way he reacted to Quinn’s blow shook me a bit, it was almost instinctual, I tried to stop him and he shook me off as if I wasn’t even there, he was quick, focused and extremely aggressive, I haven’t seen him like that before.”
“Why did you go with him if he scared you?” Paul asked.
“Because I don’t believe he will hurt me,” she answered.
“Then you’ve answered your own question. How was he after he hit Quinn? Was he pumped up and still aggressive or quiet, moody?”
“He was quiet, I wouldn’t say he was moody, more regretful, he knew he’d made a mistake, actually, if anything, I’d say he was scared.”
“If it helps, I know he won’t hurt you, he has far too much respect for the female of the species to ever lay a hand on you, and you are perfectly safe with him. If you are going to stay with him in the long term, it wouldn’t hurt you to be aware of the things that will set him off.” He advised, he heard Angel’s quiet laugh.
“At the moment it seems that anyone invading my space sets him off,” she replied.
It was Paul’s turn to laugh. “Yeah, you’re right there. Anyhow, I need to see if I can save the deal I was working on earlier, you’ll pass the message on?”
“Of course, bye Paul.” Angel returned the phone to the bedside table and went through to the bathroom, the clear glass of the large, black tiled walk in shower affording her a lovely view of Gavin’s back, shampoo cascading over the glowing skin. Hastily stripping off her clothes, she silently slid the shower door aside and stood behind him, waiting patiently as he rinsed the last of the shampoo from his hair and turned his face up to the jet above him before pressing her body into his back, her arms wrapping around him, stroking his chest.
Gavin sighed as Angel’s cool body moulded itself to his back, her hands caressing his chest, her lips brushing his shoulder. He hoped he would never tire of the feel of her skin on his and the way his body responded to her. He kept his eyes closed as her hands continued to roam his body, occasionally dipping lower, stroking his legs, fluttering teasingly across his groin. He felt her take a breath, her chest pressing harder into his back.
“Your Dad called,” she spoke. “He said everything is ok and you should go home,” she gave him the abridged version of the conversation.
Gavin turned in her embrace. “We’ll go back later,” he said. “How did he sound?”
“Ok I guess, he said he had to try and save the deal he’d been working on.”
“Shit, I forgot about that. He must have left it hanging to come and sort me out, great, I’m in for a bollocking later.”
“You do kinda deserve one,” she admitted.
“What?” Gavin asked, feigning shock but unable to keep the laugh from his voice “You are supposed to tell me I was totally right in what I did, not take my old man’s side.”
“I can see both points of view,” she answered. “You scared me Gavin, the way you just locked onto Quinn and went for him, it was chilling.”
“I’m sorry, that’s the last thing I wanted to do. You do know I’d never hurt you don’t you?”
“I know,” she confirmed.
“I did tell you there would be things about me that you wouldn’t like. I can talk for hours about my temper and the things that provoke it but unless you’ve seen it in full swing you won’t fully understand the ramifications of it. I do have a bad temper that flares up, most of the time these days I can stamp down on it and it’s over pretty quickly but sometimes it takes control of me and there’s nothing I can do but let it run its course, it scares me so it’s only natural that it will scare you. I’m a work in progress Angel, I’m ok most of the time now. I’ll fully understand if you want to take a step back from our relationship at least until I know that I am in charge and not my temper.”
“I’m not going anywhere. It was a shock that’s all, I’ll know what to expect next time,” she wrapped her arms around him, squeezing hard “What now?” she asked.
“Well” he mused, his fingers softly stroking the backs of her arms. “You appear to be naked and so do I, it would be a shame to waste it,” he grinned.
“Ooh, another first for me, sex in the shower.”
“Hmm, actually, I pretty much suck at shower sex, it requires some thought and a bit of balance.”
“I don’t believe you,” she stood on tiptoe and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Prove it,” she whispered as she slid her tongue between his lips feeling his body stir as she stroked her tongue along his, he growled and picked her up, pressing her back into the tiled wall, breaking the kiss to adjust the jets of water, flicking a switch causing further streams of water to erupt from the walls of the shower.
“Hold on to me,” he told her, shifting his weight and grip on her “I don’t want to drop you.”
She grasped the back of his neck with one hand, reaching between their bodies to position him against her then arching as she returned her free hand to behind his neck, sliding onto him making him groan and push against her.
Later, after they had dried themselves off, Gavin told her he needed to finish a bit of college work and then they would head home. He sat cross legged on his bed, wrapped only in a towel, his laptop in front of him while she sat back against the pillows and picked up her sketch pad again, taking advantage of the fact that his attention was elsewhere to start a new sketch of him now, perfectly catching the contours of his back and the way his damp hair hung in waves. Completing the sketch quickly, she would fill in other details from memory later, she reached out and stroked his back, he straightened and turned to her.
“You’d look good with some ink,” she said.
“I’ve been thinking about it,” he answered. “I’d like a full sleeve at some point.”
“You have the perfect body for tribal,” she responded. “I’ll draw something up if you like?”
“Yeah, if I like it, I’ll find someone to do it for me,” he nodded.
“I use Dane on London Road, he did mine, he let me design the artwork for the studio’s walls and I did all the painting in return for the tattoo, he loves doing bespoke work and I’d chat him into a good price,” she grinned.
“Like I said, I’m still thinking about it, I need to see if I like what you draw up first,” he closed his laptop and put it on the floor. “Think I’ll have a closer look at yours though,” he crawled up the bed towards her, tickling her before pinning her beneath him and stilling her struggles with his mouth.
He took his time, kissing her softly, removing his t-shirt from her body before moving down and grasping her shorts with his teeth, dragging them over her thighs, letting his hands ease them over her ankles before settling himself between her legs, reaching out with his tongue.
Knowing what to expect and how much she loved the feel of him lapping at her, Angel wrapped her fingers into his hair as he lifted her legs over his shoulders and pulled his mouth hard onto her, holding him fast, writhing against his expert tongue.
“Bite me,” she groaned, pushing harder down onto him when she felt his teeth graze her clit “Harder,” she demanded, he obeyed. “Oh God,” she shouted, her body taking up the spasms of her groin.
Disentangling himself fro
m her hands, Gavin slammed into her while her body was still convulsing, his hands either side of her rib cage, loving the way her breasts moved with each thrust. She was so wet he was able to get his entire length in her with ease, enjoying the spasms of her inner walls as he moved, he slowed his movements to allow her to recover and as she relaxed, he picked up the pace. Her hands and nails locking onto his shoulders when he pushed a hand beneath her hips, angling her up slightly making her groan again and setting her on the way to yet another orgasm.
Angel let her legs slide from his hips as she came down from her second explosion, they were trembling and wet with her juices, she placed her feet firmly on the mattress, opening her legs a little wider and then began to push her hips up at him each and every time he thrust into her, taking him deeper every time. He tensed as he came and used his weight to flatten her onto the bed as he rooted deep inside her, emptying himself, kissing her as he subsided.
“Don’t pull out,” she told him. “Lie down,” she stroked his face, his hair as he laid his head on her chest, his arms wrapping around her. “Rest for a bit, then do it again,” she whispered.
He raised his head, looking into her eyes. “Do you honestly enjoy this as much as I do or are you just playing along?” he asked, he saw a flash of anger in her eyes. “From my point of view, it’s fucking fantastic, you are fantastic but I’m aware that maybe I push you too far sometimes, perhaps?”
“We haven’t even started, I’m hoping you have plenty more tricks in your repertoire to keep me interested,” she told him. “Right now, I just can’t get enough of having you in me, I thought I’d be one of those girls who liked loving, gentle sex but I’ve discovered that I like it rough and I like it when you manipulate me and the fact that you are so strong and could make me do anything thrills me beyond belief.”
“I wouldn’t do anything you objected to,” he told her. “I might try something new with you but if you asked me to stop, I would and if you want loving, gentle sex, I can do that too.”
“You’ve already done that. I know you will stop any time I ask, that’s the exact reason you won out over Quinn, I couldn’t trust him to stop, I always had to fight him off when we fooled around but you, I just gently push against you and you back off immediately, I trust you, I feel safe with you.”
“Do we really have to talk about Quinn now? I’m still inside you, I was considering getting hard again but then you went and mentioned his name,” he returned his head to her breast.
“Little boy, you have bragging rights, you have boldly gone where Tarquinn Masters never will,” she laughed.
“Tarquinn?” he asked, he raised himself up from her chest. “God, I wish I’d known that weeks ago.”
“That’s why I didn’t tell you, you would have taunted the shit out of him.”
“Damn straight. I’m liking the bragging rights,” he leaned in to kiss her, trying to resist her hands pulling him down onto her, failing miserably, feeling his body return to full erection when she began to suck at his neck. “Fuck me Angel,” he whispered pulling her with him when he sat back on his haunches, letting her dictate the pace.
“What was that?” Angel asked looking back at him over her shoulder, he’d let her take over, she had ridden his lap for a while but after climaxing she found she was way too sensitive to stay there, she had eased off of him and turned onto all fours, her favourite position at the moment. Gavin’s head was bowed, he was lost in watching his glistening cock disappear into her and come out freshly wet, he hadn’t heard anything except the rush of blood in his ears as his orgasm approached, her voice stopped him.
“What?” he asked, half in and half out of her.
“I heard a noise,” she said. “Listen.”
He listened, “Can’t hear a thing,” he said easing his hips forward.
Angel relaxed back into his rhythm, then she heard it again. “There’s definitely a noise,” she said, moving away from him, just as he came.
He bit down on his lip, desperate to stop himself as he felt her begin to move off him, grabbing his penis as he shot his load over the back of her thighs. “Sorry,” he gasped, bent over trying to recover quickly, and then he heard it, he sat up straight, listening hard.
“See, I’m not imagining things,” she said, she had grabbed the towel he was wrapped in earlier and was wiping his semen and her juices from her body, she stopped when they both heard a loud smashing noise.
Chapter 19
“What the hell?” Gavin asked. He reached for his jeans and pulled them on, not bothering with underwear and went out into the hall, Angel close behind him, once again in her knickers and his t-shirt. They heard the noise again and headed down the cavernous hallway to the large arched window at the front of the house, looking down; the first thing that registered was the shattered windscreen on his car then he saw Quinn along with four other boys, all with baseball bats. He felt Angel come up closer behind him; he turned slightly towards her, keeping her out of sight with a gesture of his hand, not taking his eyes from Quinn and was just about to speak when Quinn shouted up at him.
“You might as well turn her over to us if you want to save your precious car,” he swung the bat, swatting off the drivers’ side wing mirror. “If I have to come in there and find her, things will go badly for both of you,” he continued.
Angel was amazed that so far Gavin hadn’t reacted; she knew without doubt that he would never hand her over to Quinn but the destruction of his car, she felt for sure would set him off, she watched as his shoulders tensed at Quinn’s last words, an open threat, she heard another smash and knew another part of the car had taken a beating. Gavin stepped back from the window, trying to keep his expression neutral and his voice calm.
“You need to hide,” he said, his hand on her arm, guiding her back down the hall.
“Gavin.”
“No.” He grasped both of her arms with his hands. “Listen to me. He’s not certain that you are here, he’s bluffing and seriously deluded if he thinks I would just hand you over. There are five of them, I can’t defend you against all of them and I can’t defend myself if I’m worrying about you,” he pulled her with him into Paul’s room and through to the massive walk in wardrobe, he stopped halfway down, listening, another smash and Quinn’s voice calling his name. “They’re in the house,” he murmured, his hand fumbled along the edge of one of the doors, a soft click and it glided open, a light flickered on revealing a staircase.
“What’s this?” she asked.
“Dad’s secret room, he doesn’t think I know about it,” Gavin explained quickly. “Go up the stairs, through the first room to the second, it’ll take you into the loft, there’s a small window and you’ll be able to see when they leave, don’t come out until you are sure they are gone, they won’t find you here.”
“You should come up here with me, they won’t find either of us,” she suggested grabbing at him as he pushed her towards the stairs.
“Come on Angel, he’s brought the fight to me, do you seriously think I’m going to back down now?”
“Please Gavin,” she pleaded.
“I’ll be ok,” he told her. “I just need to convince him you aren’t here, let him have a piece of me and he’ll go away thinking he’s won, it’ll be fine.” He nudged the door and it slid shut. Gavin took a deep breath before going out into the hall; he knew there was no way in hell he was coming out of this in one piece. The house was silent, he had no idea where Quinn and his cronies were, and he’d taken too long to persuade Angel to hide. His footfalls were silent thanks to his bare feet, he stuck to the wall as he rounded the corner in the hall that would reveal the ornate marble staircase, Quinn was standing at the top of the stairs alone, twirling his baseball bat. Gavin glanced around him, he couldn’t see the other boys, he knew they must be here, waiting.
“Where is she?” Quinn asked.
“Not here,” he replied. “I took her home before I came here,” he continued wondering how Quinn had found him.<
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“Liar.” Quinn bellowed. “There are people watching her house, she hasn’t been back there.”
“I didn’t say I took her to her home, I took her to mine.”
“You bought her here.” Quinn snarled. “Where is she?”
“What do you want her for Quinn? She hasn’t done anything to you.”
“She broke my nose.”
“After you tried to rape her.” Gavin filled in, trying to buy time to work out if his superior speed would get him past Quinn and down the stairs to Paul’s study and the as yet, only working panic button in the house before the other boys caught up with him.
“I want her so that I can prove just how much of a man I am and just how weak you are,” Quinn began to saunter towards him. “I’m going to make you watch as me and the boys make her into the ravenous slut I know she is.”
Gavin felt himself begin to shake, reasoning with his conscience that now really wasn’t the time to have a firm handle on his temper. “She isn’t here,” he repeated, his voice low, his body dropping into a fighting stance. “As long as I still have breath in me, you won’t ever get anywhere near her, Tarquinn,” he smiled, the use of the other boys’ full name creating sparks of fury from his enemy.
“After we’ve used her,” Quinn took a step closer. “And explained to her that it was all your fault for pursuing her in the first place, I’m going to lay her over your conscious but battered body and fuck her arse with this bat, you’ll feel every single thrust, you’ll hear her scream and you won’t be able to do a damn thing about it, if you’re lucky and she performs to my satisfaction, I’ll let you both live.”
“That’s enough.” Gavin growled launching himself at Quinn, he managed to duck the raised baseball bat, his fist landing squarely in Quinn’s stomach making him take a step back, it was then that two of the other boys grabbed him from behind, yanking him away from Quinn, the remaining two boys completed their journey up the stairs, standing either side of their friend.
