Resolution (Saviour)

by Lesley Jones

  “I was so happy. He told me about you on the phone and I couldn’t wait to meet you and then when I did and you were like, so cool and he’s like so crazy mad in love with you, it’s just too cute and now you’re getting married and we are going to be a family and I’m just so happy. I feel sad for my Mum but she is just mean, I feel sorry for Dean and I feel sorry for all the shit she gives my Dad and f…”

  “Ava don’t say shit, your Dad will go mad if he hears” And, I think to myself – please stop saying like, Gabe has picked her up on it so many times but the habit seems to be getting worse, or am I just getting old?

  “Sorry. For all the crap she gives Dad and she says things about you that aren’t nice and I just feel sad for her.” She shrugs her shoulders and lets out a deep breath.

  “Well look Ava; I don’t have all the answers, I don’t know your Mum really and whatever she has to say about me, I don’t care about so don’t let it worry you, but I just want you to know, that I love you. And it goes without saying that your Dad does too and we can’t wait to get married but when we do, nothing really will change, we, the three of us are already a family and nothing will change that, I just want you to always remember that and I want you to know that you can always come and talk to me. About anything and if things get shitty at home, just call and one of us will come and get you.”

  “Don’t say shitty Lauren, my Dad will crack it if he hears you.”

  I laugh. She doesn’t miss a trick, but I worry that she’s carrying all this around on her shoulders. Nina really needs to sort her shit out.

  “I love you baby girl and I won’t say shitty if you can manage to stop saying like, it drives your Dad mad. Where’s Sophie, she’s been very quiet today?”

  “Huh. She’s still getting ready Louie will be here later and she like really likes him.”

  “Really, he’s what – sixteen? And stop saying like.”

  “Sorry…Yeah sixteen.”

  “So is there anyone you fancy.”

  “Well sort of, Louie’s mate Josh is pretty hot; I think he’s bringing him tonight.”

  “Right, and is he sixteen as well?”

  Gabe will flip. Makeup and a boy. A sixteen year old boy. I think I might have some valium somewhere; perhaps I should grind one up and slip it into Gabe’s drink. Highly illegal I know, but it could mean that the boy gets to keep his nuts in place and jaw unbroken.

  “Yeah, I think so. What are you going to wear tonight?” We wander back into the wardrobe as we talk.

  “I’m not sure. I might wear this with my jeans and boots. What dya think, will your Dad like it?” I hold up a cream coloured cheese cloth gypsy style blouse, its loose fitting and should hide my ever growing boobs and the fact that my jeans are a bit tight.

  “Cool. Dad will think you look hot whatever you wear. He never takes his eyes off your butt or your boobs.”

  Before I can turn around to answer her I get that tingle up my spine all the way to my scalp and I just know he’s close, when I turn, he’s leaning against the wall at the entrance to the wardrobe. One hand on the wall, one on his hip and he looks damn fine, I let out an involuntary sigh. Ava obviously notes the look on my face and says. “He’s behind me isn’t he?”

  I smile and nod as she turns her head towards him. “Hi Daddy.”

  “Ladies.”

  He turns and heads for the shower with a sexy arsed smile on his face. I have no idea what that smile is about but it’s made me want to jump his bones before our guests arrive. I whisper to Ava.

  “Stay out of his way until people start arriving, then he won’t be able to make you take the makeup off.”

  She frowns and shrugs. “He can see it now, I don’t care, I’m not taking it off. I’m fourteen, not four.”

  “For me Ava. Please? I don’t want him in a bad mood tonight.”

  She shrugs again, lets out an over exaggerated huff and folds her arms across her chest. “Fine, but only for you. He seriously needs to get a grip.”

  She turns and stomps out of our bedroom, closing the door just a little too hard behind her. I walk into the bathroom, Gabe’s sitting on the toilet and as usual the door is wide open. I pull the edge of my bathrobe up to cover my nose. I have already done my makeup. The last thing I need is to start throwing up now. I sit on the edge of the bath facing him.

  “What are you doing, why are you covering your nose? It doesn’t even stink.”

  “Not to you it don’t…can you please close the door and put the extractor on?”

  “I won’t be able to speak to you if I shut the door, or look at your tits and arse, which apparently is what I do.” He says with a smile and a wink, as sexy as that smile and that wink are, I just can’t take the risk.

  “Close the door Gabe, else I’m going.”

  “For fucks sake Lauren.”

  He slams the door shut with his foot as he shouts at me. Bloody hell, first Ava, now Gabe. I look down at my belly. “You two better not be a pair of door slammers, I don’t think the walls or my head could take four of you crashing about the house.”

  I hear the toilet flush and the door swings open, he looks at me with a frown and closes the door behind him, walks to the sink and washes his hands, then sits on the edge of the bath next to me.

  “How you travelling? Your hair looks nice.”

  He slides his hand underneath my poker straight hair and gently manoeuvres my face towards his and kisses me gently on the mouth. His other hand slides inside my bathrobe, his fingertips make gentle circular movements up the inside of my thigh and I sigh into his mouth.

  “I’m travelling better now.”

  “You like that?”

  “I do.”

  He moves his fingers higher, still using just his fingertips. I shamelessly open my legs wider. “Higher?”

  “Yes.”

  “Where? Where do you want my fingers?”

  “Inside me.”

  “Inside or here?”

  He uses the tips of two fingers and continues to move them in circles as he presses down on my clit.

  “Jesus Gabe”

  “Tell me baby. In you.” He pushes his fingers inside me and I buck with shock and pleasure.

  “Fuck.”

  “Not yet”

  He curls his fingers and they touch that spot, right on my front wall and I moan out loud. He pulls his fingers out and I have to make a conscious effort not to grab his hand and ram them back inside me. “Gabe.”

  “Shhhh baby. In you. Or on you. Where Lauren, tell me where you want my fingers?” His fingers are wet as he starts to circle my clit again and as nice as it feels, I want them back inside me, but I don’t want him to stop what he’s doing right now, ever. “Lauren?”

  “Hmmm, both, I want both. In me, on me, everywhere.’

  He laughs, and he bites along my jaw as he speaks, “You are greedy Lauren. How about I just bend you over this bath and fuck you from behind and rub your clit till you come. Would that work?”

  “Yes.”

  “Yeah. You sure?”

  “Yes Gabe, I’m fucking sure. JFDI.”

  “JFDI…What does that mean?”

  “Just. Fucking. Do. It. Gabe.”

  “Shouldn’t that be JFDIG then?”

  “What? Are you gonna fuck me or am I gonna go find BOB?”

  “You really are an animal Lauren.” He laughs as he speaks, pulls me into a standing position, turns me to face the bath, pulls off my robe and bends me at the waist.

  “Open your legs wider” He stands back as he gives out his orders.

  “Wider, cock your arse higher, I want to see how wet you are.”

  I drag my fingers between my legs and hold them up as I look over my shoulder at him. He’s taken two steps back and has his cock in his hand, stroking himself as he looks at me. Jesus fucking Christ. I love that sight. Waving my glistening fingers at him I say. “I’m this wet Gabe. Now will you just fuck me? Please.”

  I watch him pull his T shirt
over his head and his jeans and jocks down, he kicks them away, stroking himself all the while, the tip of his cock is wet and glistening and I run my tongue over my top lip, I actually feel like stamping my feet.

  “Shag. Me. Now”

  “You are filthy Lauren, but you look fucking gorgeous, bent over like that. Let me take a picture?”

  “What?! No!”

  He shrugs and smiles his sexiest smile ever as he stalks towards me. “Suppose I’ll just have to make do with fucking you then then darl.”

  Gahhhh! Finally!!!

  CHAPTER 23

  Ten minutes later Gabe is in the shower and I am cleaning myself up at the sink, there is no way I’m having another shower and redoing my hair and makeup. I get dressed, struggling into my jeans and leaving them undone until I have my boots on, I lay back on the bed and eventually get them zipped up, as I stand up, Gabe is standing watching me with a towel wrapped low around his hips and I can see the outline of his dick underneath it, and I just know it’s more than a little interested in what he’s seeing. I walk around the bed towards him, his hair is dripping onto his chest and shoulders and is running in rivulets over his skin, I feel drugged with desire, I don’t think I actually want to have sex with him, I just want to look at him and lick the water off his chest and run my hands through his wet hair. Oh who am I kidding? Of course I want sex with him. Who wouldn’t?

  “You look beautiful Lauren.”

  “Thank you, you look smoking hot, let me take a picture.”

  “Uh ah Lauren. You wouldn’t let me take a picture of you earlier so no can do.”

  I keep walking towards him and lean in and lick a drip of water from his chest, he throws his head back and lets out a hissing noise from between his teeth; because he’s barefoot and I have my boots on, I’m closer to eye level than I normally am and the extra height sets me on a little power trip. I pull the towel from his hips and take his cock in my hand, I can feel it grow harder in seconds; he puts his hands on his hips and looks down at what I’m doing to him and then back up to meet my eyes.

  “What are you doing, you crazy, pregnant lady?”

  “I’m stroking your cock and if you are a very good boy, I might just suck your cock, but only if you are a very good boy and agree to be a good boy for the rest of the night.”

  “Why wouldn’t I be a good boy all night?”

  I shrug. Hmmm, because there will be a sixteen year old boy here soon, hitting on your fourteen year old daughter, who by the way is wearing makeup and a very short dress, that even though I have only seen it on the hanger, I just know that Gabe is going to crack it big time when he sees Ava in it.

  “Who knows? Now are you going to promise or do you want me to leave. Which is it to be?”

  I drop down to my knees, which is not easy in these jeans, let me tell you, and I hold on to his hips, rubbing my thumbs over his V. I take him in my right hand and stroke some more as I look up and give him the most innocent smile I can muster.

  “Lauren.”

  “What’s it to be Gabe? Give me an answer else I’m going to go and make a potato salad?”

  “Like fuck you are, I promise, okay, I promise to be good, all night.”

  “Don’t touch my hair and don’t make me gag, because I will spew.”

  “Oh baby. You say the sexiest things. Talk dirty to me some more.”

  “Do you want this BJ or what Wilde?”

  “Yes Lauren, sorry, just ahh. Fuck.”

  I lick the underside of him and squeeze and massage his balls before I take him in my mouth, flicking my tongue over and in the slit at the end, I can taste him already, I pump him harder with my fist and graze my teeth over him and almost combust at the sound of his moans; I used to hate giving blow jobs. I think it was a confidence thing, Jason would always grab my hair and force me down on him, then bark orders at me. Harder, faster, slower, Gabe just lets me go at my own pace and he always seems to enjoy whatever it is I do to him with my mouth, I love looking up at him as he looks down at me, I love when he throws his back and I can see the veins and tendons cording in his neck, the water he looks like I am the only thing that exists outside of him when he comes in my mouth, I feel powerful, in control. His hand grabs the back of my hair and I stop and glare up at him, he apologises and drops his hands to his sides, I grab hold of them with mine and pull them behind his back and he actually moans louder and grows harder in my mouth. He likes it, he likes being restrained, well that’s something that requires further investigation; I yank his arms back as roughly as I can and he tilts his hips towards me, this is so hot, I want to touch myself, it really wouldn’t take a lot, just a little bit of friction in the right place and I know I would be coming; I spot my bath robe lying on the floor next to me and pull the belt through the loops and wrap it around Gabe’s wrists, he looks downs at me wide eyed and I notice the tighter I tie it, the more he moans. Once his hands are secured behind his back, I rub myself through my jeans and come in seconds, although it’s not an earth shattering orgasm, it’s enough to get me through till we are alone later; I look up at him as he watches me rub myself and without warning he starts to spurt into the back of my throat. Luckily, because he only shot his load inside me, not half an hour ago, there’s not too much to swallow and I manage to do it without gagging; Gabe’s knees give way and he slides out of my mouth and down onto the floor, kneeling in front of me, his hands still tied behind his back and his eyes still closed, he leans towards me and seeks out my lips. I love that he sticks his tongue in my mouth after he’s just come in it. It turns me on no end.

  “Fuck Lauren, you taste of me. I fucking love that. That was mind-blowingly awesome, my knees gave way, that’s never happened to me before. Untie me please baby.”

  I lean around and loosen the belt, he probably could have wriggled out of it himself, but he didn’t, he liked being restrained. He fucking loved it and if I’m completely honest, I really got off on being in control. A trip to Sexy Land for some handcuffs is in order I think.

  We both clean our teeth and I sit on the bed waiting for Gabe as he gets dressed, I need to talk to him about Ava before he sees her for himself and kicks off and embarrasses her and himself; I won’t mention Josh, the sixteen year old she is interested in, we will see how that plays out during the evening but I need to warn him about the dress and makeup. He steps out from the wardrobe and my head spins. Jesus, holy, hotness. He looks delicious, wearing a pair of very light blue, lose fitting jeans, he has a belt around them but they are still sitting low on his hips, his v necked T shirt is a cornflower blue colour, which has made the colour of his eyes just pop and they appear more striking than ever and just to top off his sexy arsed surfer boy look, around his neck he is wearing a really long strand of brown wooden beads with a cross hanging off the end, almost touching his belly button. I lean back on my elbows, my legs hanging over the edge of the bed; I shake my head and smile at him. He smiles back, his shy lopsided boy smile and looks down at himself, searching for something wrong amongst the absolute perfection that is him, and I love the fact that I can do that to him, this god like man, just for a few seconds he doubts his perfection, I love the fact that however I view him, he is at the end of the day only human and has the same insecurities and self-doubts the rest of us do. Well, not more than me obviously but I am just an insecure mess. Although I am heaps better than I was, thanks to my angel Gabriel here.

  “What?” He says, looking at me with both a smile and a frown.

  “You look totally fuckable. Come and sit down, we need to talk.”

  “Is it safe? We have guests arriving in like, five minutes Lauren.”

  “Gabe, I promise I will keep my hands to myself, I just want to talk to you.”

  He sits down on the bed and pulls me to sit on his lap and buries his nose into my hair and my neck, right under my jaw and I shudder. I need to start talking otherwise we will never leave this bed or this room.

  “Tonight’s a really big deal for Ava, I want her
to feel part of everything, I don’t want her to feel we are moving on and leaving her behind, I’m worried she doesn’t know where she fits in at the moment, you heard how Nina spoke to her earlier, I’m worried that she feels she isn’t wanted with any of us and that’s only going to get worse when she finds out about the babies.”

  He instantly puts his hand on my belly and I squirm as I know how big my spare tyre must feel because of how tight my jeans are; I lace my fingers through his.

  “I think you’re worrying way too much Lauren, she knows that me and her are solid, she knows she will always come first, no matter what, well until Bruce and Sheila arrive and then my priorities will just be split three ways, but my kids will always come first and I’m pretty sure she knows that, despite the shit Nina tries to fill her head with, she knows, I love her, she knows you love her and she knows she is welcome and wanted here anytime, but thank you for caring.”

  He kisses me gently on the mouth. Well I’ve blown him to oblivion and given him a knee trembler to remember and now I’ve bought his sensitive side to the surface. Let’s just go for it.

  “Yeah, I think your right and she obviously sees this as a special occasion as she has gone all out with her outfit, she looks quite the young lady in her new dress and her makeup done to perfection.”

  He gives me a bit of a puzzled look. “Ava’s wearing a dress?”

  “Yep, a really pretty, really girly dress and heels and makeup.”

  “She doesn’t wear heels or makeup.”