Resolution (Saviour)

by Lesley Jones

  I spot a ring that I love instantly and for some reason it makes me feel faint and dizzy, I don’t know if it’s excitement, or the reality of all that’s happened in my life over the past couple of months, but I feel sweat bead on my top lip and at the back of my neck and as it trickles down my back, I feel myself sway. The next thing I’m aware of is Gabe’s worried eyes looking down at me, along with a couple of the staff from the shop…

  “What the fuck Lauren, are you okay? You just went.”

  “What happened?” I ask

  “You looked at the rings, looked at me and just started to slide to the floor, fuck baby, you scared the shit out of me, are you okay, do we need to get you to a hospital?”

  I can’t help but smile at his overreaction; he’s squeezing my good hand so hard it’s painful.

  “You’re hurting me?” I try to pull my hand away but he’s not letting go.

  “My hand Gabe, you’re squeezing too hard, it hurts.”

  He looks down at my hand.

  “Dad, let go of her hand, you’re squeezing too tight.”

  He looks from my hand, to Ava, then back to me as he eases his grip on my hand but doesn’t let go.

  “I’ve never been engaged before, thank you for asking me to marry you; sorry it took me so long to say yes.”

  He laughs and lets out the breath he has obviously been holding and shakes his head.

  “Lauren.” Is all that he says.

  Ten minutes later I’m feeling fine, sitting up in a chair with a glass of iced water in my hand; I’ve spent the last five minutes arguing with Gabe that I am all good and don’t need to go to hospital or home to bed. Ava has said nothing but I can tell by the way she’s looking at me and holding the fingers sticking out of my cast, that she’s worried.

  “Gabe, I am fine, please stop fussing and let me chose a ring; do you two see anything you like?”

  “You chose baby, it’s your ring.”

  I scan my eyes over the rings laid out in front of me again, I love them all, they are all so ‘me’ and my head spins again just a little at the fact that Gabe bought me here to this shop and not a normal high street jeweller, because he knows me so well; it’s just ten weeks to the day since we met tomorrow and yet he knows me inside out and my heart smiles at that thought, I swallow, hard, because after all the drama we have already had today, I don’t want to start crying as well. I look up at Gabe and he gestures to the rings…

  “Is there something there that you like?” He looks worried, is he thinking that he got it wrong, that I don’t like the rings I’m being shown? I actually feel a physical pain in my chest at the thought of him doubting himself when he has got it so absolutely right; I bite down hard on my bottom lip, I’m not sure if I want to grin like a lunatic or cry like a baby.

  “I love them all; everyone is beautiful and so different.”

  The rings are obviously all antique, ranging from Victorian, Edwardian, art deco, right through to big seventies style topaz and cognac coloured diamonds but my eye keeps going back to one ring. It’s an art deco cushion ring, rectangular in shape, with diamonds set into the platinum, there is a single stone in the middle, a diamond shape surrounding it, with more diamonds all around. It’s unique and I love it. I pick it up carefully and look at it; I have fairly skinny fingers but thanks to my broken arm and the cast, they are a bit puffy right now but it slides on perfectly; I look at the ring on my finger, then up at Gabe.

  “It’s beautiful,” I whisper.

  “It’s perfect,” Ava whispers.

  “It’s you,” Gabe whispers and I can’t blink back the tear I have been hanging onto anymore and it rolls, big and fat down my cheek and splashes onto the glass counter top.

  CHAPTER 19

  We drop Ava off at around four O’clock and Gabe is pissed off when he gets back in the car because of the run in he has had with Nina for getting her back late.

  “Did you get a bollocking from the ice queen?”

  “Don’t I always?”

  “What did you ever see in her?” I ask.

  “A fuck, plain and simple, I told you, we met, I was drunk, we had sex, we made Ava, there was never an attraction, she was carrying my child, I felt I had a duty to do the right thing so I looked after her, she wanted more and threatened to leave so I married her, I didn’t love her, there was no attraction so no sex, she screwed around with someone else, I caught her and left…end of the marriage.”

  I have heard all of this before and don’t really know why I am torturing myself by asking for the details again, it’s a woman thing I think, we don’t want to know the details but we have to know them, then the we over think and analyse every detail that we are told, we certainly are a complicated gender.

  “What are you smiling at?” He asks, looking across at me as he drives.

  “Was I smiling?”

  “You were.”

  “I don’t know really, I was just thinking that women are quite complicated creatures.”

  “Well no shit Sherlock, dya think?”

  We both laugh and I feel so happy and content and warm inside at the sound of his laughter.

  “It’s good to hear you laugh.”

  “It’s good to want to laugh. Would you like to go out for dinner tonight and celebrate our engagement and your new ring?”

  “I thought we were celebrating Saturday night?”

  We have invited our friends and family over Saturday so that we can officially announce our engagement, it all still felt a bit surreal to me, can you get engaged when officially you are still married to someone else? Well, either way, that’s what we are doing, have done.

  “No, Saturday is for me and you to share with our friends and family our good news, I would like for just me and you to go out, just us, and celebrate alone; do you feel up to that?”

  I actually feel great and I’m starving.

  “Yeah, I feel fine, I don’t know what that was all about earlier, I think I was just a bit overwhelmed by everything, the accident, your Dad, us even, how fast everything has happened.”

  “Are you having regrets? You still wanna do this, right? Us I mean, married, engaged or whatever.”

  “Yeah, yeah of course I do, I just, I don’t know, seeing all the rings laid out in front of me just made it all real; I never got to pick my last engagement ring, I was pregnant and his parents had insisted we get married and he just came home with this awful sapphire and diamond ring and said ‘Oh, I went and got you this today’. And I was just expected to wear it, I didn’t want to seem ungrateful so I did I actually haven’t worn it for years though, no idea where it even is, I think if I had felt that it had been chosen with love and with me in mind, I would have cherished that ring but I just had the feeling that he walked into the first jewellers and said I need a ring, I don’t know, perhaps it was just me, being a complicated, over thinking woman; any way, today, when I looked at all those rings, they were all so perfect and I would have loved anyone of them, the fact that you just get me, that you know what I like so well and in such a short time, I just felt, overwhelmed by it all, all the change that’s happened in my life I suppose, but I am most definitely not having second thoughts and I am one hundred and ten per cent sure that I want to spend the rest of my life with you; I love you Gabe, I love you in a way I never thought possible, I thought I had been there, done that, because I had, I have, I loved Jason with a passion and I didn’t think anything would ever surpass that, but it has, what we have, what I feel for you, is on a whole other level.”

  His eyes are moving from the road to me and I think it’s because he’s focusing on driving and listening that he hasn’t said too much so it has given me the chance to talk freely, without us ending up having sex, because that’s the direction most of our conversations take, when we’re alone. He has a hold of my hand and kisses the back of it.

  “I don’t know if it’s an age thing, being older and wiser, supposedly, and being more aware, surer of what I want, or don’t
want or if it’s just us, you and me that makes what I feel for you so intense but whatever it is, it’s there and it ain’t going away.”

  “Do you want it too?”

  “No, never.”

  We drive the rest of the way home in virtual silence and as we pull onto the drive, I realise I am almost dizzy with desire. Gabe turns the engine off once we have parked in the garage, we are in his car and as I look across at mine, parked alongside I smile.

  “You know we still haven’t christened my car.”

  “No, we haven’t and we’re not going to right now.”

  He climbs out of the car, while I stay seated and sulk; he comes around to my side, opens the door and takes my hand to help me out, I step down and press myself up against him, giving my best pouty look, I move my hips from side to side, pushing right up against him, he has nowhere to go, my car is parked alongside his and as he tries to step back, his path is blocked.

  “Are you trying to get away from me?”

  “We’re not having sex in your car Lauren, I want you to get checked out at the docs, I need to know I haven’t hurt you in any way.”

  “What? I’m not seeing the doctor until tomorrow, I want you now.”

  He laughs and shakes his head at me. “What have I created?”

  “You didn’t create me, I am who I am. This me was always in there, she just got lost, I can soon make her go away again if you don’t like her, or perhaps I should just fuck off and find someone who appreciates her.”

  I fold my arms across my chest and lean back against his car with a face like thunder. He steps towards me and slides one hand around the back of my neck and grabs my hair at my nape, the other goes around to my arse and he pulls my hips to him and then pushes me back against the car, grinding against me. I shudder as his hot breath is in my ear as he speaks. “Stop with the tantrum princess, it turns me on when you go off like a firecracker like this and the fact that you’re doing it because you want me, is making me so fucking hard right now, it hurts.”

  He’s talking through gritted teeth and grinds his hard on into me, I grind back as I lift my leg and hook it around him.

  “I want you” I whisper.

  He sucks air in through his teeth, “Lauren…Jesus.”

  He moves me away from his car and opens the back door of mine and pushes me onto the seat, my legs hanging over the end and out of the open door, I’m wearing a maxi dress and thongs, I flip my thongs off and he taps my hip and says “Lift your arse” I do as I’m told; he looks me in the eye as he pulls my dress up around my waist and pulls my knickers off.

  “Bend your knees and open your legs.”

  I almost come; right then, right there, just because of the look in his eyes and his words…He leans in and runs his finger between my legs and then steps back again, looking me in the eye, he licks and sucks his finger. “Your cunt is so fucking wet, I will never stop loving the fact, you get like this for me and I haven’t even touched you yet.”

  He undoes his jeans and pulls out his cock and I can instantly see the tip is wet and glistening and I run my tongue over my bottom lip as I look at it, just then the automatic light goes out in the garage, the door has already closed behind us so we are now in almost total darkness, as he steps back towards me the motion sensor light kicks in and our eyes instantly lock; the switch from light to dark, to light again has just added an extra crackle to the already charged atmosphere; he looks down at himself as he strokes up and down, my entire body is trembling. If you were to touch my little toe right now I would probably come or combust, or both.

  “Turn over, put your arse in the air.”

  My belly flips at his words but I do as I’m told and scoot forward; I stand with my feet on the garage floor and lean into the car, my legs apart, my dress around my waist and arse in the air.

  “Jesus fucking Christ.”

  He runs his hand over my arse cheek and drags the tip of his cock from the top of my crack, all the way down to where I am absolutely soaking wet, he lets out a moan and I push back onto him.

  “Fuck me Gabe.”

  “I want your arse.”

  “Have it, it’s yours.”

  “Fuck.”

  He drops down to his knees behind me, using both hands to pull my cheeks apart he licks me from front to back, stopping to pull my cheeks apart further and pushing his tongue into the tight little opening…Holy fuck…How is this such a turn on? My legs are trembling as I push back onto him again. He strokes my clit with two fingers and then pulls them back and into me as he stands up, I let out a moan as his fingers curl and stroke inside; his other hand strokes firmly over my cheek and up my back, forcing me further forward, face first into the leather of the car seat; he slides his fingers out and slides them, slick and wet into my back opening, I’m not sure if it’s one or two he pushes into me, but I buck with the shock.

  “Shhh baby, let’s just loosen you up a bit and make you wet, you are so fucking tight in here, no one’s been here, no one except me, this is all fucking mine Lauren.”

  “God” is all I can manage to whisper.

  He straightens up a little as he guides his cock from front to back, stroking his wet tip around the hole, he pulls his fingers out and pushes the tip inside me. It stings at first and I still.

  “What’s wrong? If it hurts I’ll stop.”

  “Don’t. You. Fuckin. Dare.” I whisper between my gritted teeth, I hear him laugh behind me and he kisses my shoulder, I push back and he slides into me further.

  “Ahhh Lauren, go on, you do it, take control, take what you can, I want to be in you all the way, take it baby.”

  I push my hands into the leather and back onto him; Gabe holds onto my hips and very gently pushes deeper inside of me, the sensation is amazing, I open my legs wider and bend my knees slightly so that I can pump up and down onto him. My hand that’s in the cast is aching and I have to keep taking the weight off of it and Gabe must notice.

  “I’m gonna move us baby, so you can rest that arm. Keep pushing into me and just move when I do; step back and don’t bang your head as you move it out of the car.”

  He moves us back and turns us around and sits himself down on the back seat of the car, his legs hanging out of the door like I just was, I move my feet up onto the footplate; Gabe holds onto my hip with one hand and reaches around me the other, I grip hold of the top of the door frame for leverage and move myself up and down…slowly. With the hand he has wrapped around me, he pushes his fingers into me and rubs my clit with his thumb.

  “Oh God, Oh God! Gabe.”

  “Come for me baby, come for me.

  I push down on him and grind as I start to come apart, every inch of my skin feels like it’s on fire, like it should have sparks firing off of it, my orgasm rolls from the tips of my toes to the top of my head, then back down through my body again. I convulse and I can feel my pelvic muscles spasm and contract around his fingers, in turn, making every one of my muscles clench below my waist, I feel him shudder and can actually feel the heat as his hot cum spurts inside me as he calls out my name and tells me that he loves me, he needs me and would die for me, over and over; his words fall silent as he starts to kiss the back of my neck and shoulder, he wraps his arms across my front and pulls me so tightly to him, I can barely breathe.

  “I love you Lauren Day, don’t ever change for anyone.”

  For some reason all that’s going through my head is: Lauren Day, forty five year old mother of two…look at you, having hot, filthy, anal, garage, car sex…and loving it, what a slut!…And I can’t stop grinning.

  CHAPTER 20

  We eventually make it upstairs and I head straight for the bath that Gabe has run for me, I feel exhausted as I sink back into the slightly too hot, citrusy smelling bubble filled, water and I must eventually dose off; I’m dragged back to consciousness by the sound of my mobile phone ringing but I really cannot be arsed to get out of my watery cocoon and figure if it’s important, they will call me back, text
or leave a message. The water has cooled considerably but sitting up to turn on the hot tap is too much effort when you only have one arm for leverage, the other is resting on a towel on the side of the bath so that I don’t get the plaster wet, I will be so glad when I can get rid of this cast I can’t begin to tell you, funny really, when I was a kid, I was always jealous of the kids in plaster and would play for hours with my arm in a sling, pretending it was broken, who didn’t have a practice with the kid with the broken legs crutches, all fun and games then, not so much when you’re an adult and have shit to do, let me tell ya!

  I have a hospital appointment Monday and I’m hoping they will change the cast to one that doesn’t go around my hand, then I can drive and can get back to work, and of course, I want to be able to show off my newly acquired engagement ring, without the bright blue plaster as a backdrop; engagement ring, I’m engaged, I’m engaged to be married to Gabriel Wilde, that sexy, hot, beautiful bloke wants me to be his wife and I still can’t get my head around why, why me?

  Just thinking about him and me and what we did in the garage just an hour ago has me crossing my legs and blushing, my days, the man has turned me into a complete nympho, I wonder if it will always be like this? I tilt my head back and can’t help but smile and then I get that tingle in my scalp and I just know that he’s there and when I open my eyes, I just know that he will be watching me, I self-consciously uncross my legs and wipe the smile off my face as I unpeel my eyes . He’s leaning against the wall that leads from the bedroom to the bathroom, his eyes are on my tits that are peeking out through the bubbles and my belly flips over because of the way he’s looking at my tits, I know exactly what that look on his face means and I cannot begin to explain the joy that I feel knowing the gorgeous creature in front of me, wants my tits, my forty five year old tits, he could, quite possibly have his choice of any tits in the southern hemisphere but it’s my girls he wants. I take all of him in, he’s barefoot, wearing a pair of very faded, lose fitting jeans, he has one long leg crossed over the other, my eyes linger over his crutch, he’s obviously enjoying staring at my knockers, a lot. His arms are crossed over his chest and the light grey V-neck t-shirt he’s wearing, my eyes hover over the hairs that are sticking out right at the base of his throat and I shiver as my eyes roam over his face, his jaw, covered in stubble. Despite the relative warmth of the bathwater, I feel the goose bumps rise on my skin as I think about how that stubble feels on my neck, my shoulders, at the tops of the insides of my thighs. Yep, it’s official, I am an out of control nympho, despite the dirty filthy anal, garage sex we had earlier, I want him again, badly. My eyes reach his and his smiling that lopsided sexy smile and I swear to all that’s holy, if I wasn’t laying in water right now; I would, most definitely, combust.