Page 14 of Michael's Awakening
“Miller Lite, please.”
I arched my eyebrows at him. “Really? I had pegged you for a fruity drink kind of guy.”
“Well, you know what they say about people who assume. It makes an ass out of you.” He peered at me through long, fuck-me lashes.
I was more intrigued by him with every second that ticked by. “You’re a little firecracker, aren’t you?”
Without missing a beat, he fired back, “Only when I’m lit.”
I laughed– fuckinglaughed.Gabriel was bringing out a part of me I didn’t know existed. I never so much as chuckled unless it was with sarcasm or at someone else’s expense. The idea of soulmates popped back into my head, but I shook it off. That shit wasn’t real, especially for a man like me.
Waving over the bartender, I ordered two Miller Lites and then took the seat next to Gabriel.
“So, don’t you want to know my name? Or are you set on calling me ‘Princess’ for the rest of the night?”
Smirking, I reached my hand across his lap to his thigh and made small circles with my thumb through the large fray in his pants. I sensed him stiffen and my grin widened. I didn’t want to freak him the fuck out by telling him I already knew his name. That was a whole other level of stalker I didn’t want to touch.
With that in mind, I answered, “I like ‘Princess’, but I’d love to know your name.”
“It’s Gabriel.” The bartender slid two beers across the bar after popping off the caps, and I grabbed one and handed it to him. “Thanks. What’s your name? Or should I just refer to you as John?”
I had no idea where he pulled the name from, but he could call me whatever the hell he wanted, just as long as he kept talking.
He grabbed his beer and lifted the bottle to his lips, taking a long swig. The sight of his full lips wrapped around the tip of the bottle caused me to painfully harden.Fuck.I wanted those gorgeous lips wrapped around my dick. After swallowing his drink, his tongue flicked out briefly to lick the liquid from the corner of his mouth, and I almost came right then.
“Michael.” Was my voice deeper than usual?
Gabriel’s eyes flashed to mine and, for the second time that night, I found it difficult to breathe. His pale blue eyes were luminescent in the dim light.
My hand was still on his thigh and he reached down and grabbed it, moving it up toward the bulge in his pants. I pulled my hand back as I exhaled, not realizing I had been holding my breath.
A confused and slightly hurt expression crossed his face as I moved my hand away, instantly causing a jab of pain to knock into my chest. I hated seeing that look on him. He thought I was rejecting him and that was the furthest thing from the truth.
Leaning in toward him, I brushed my lips across his earlobe and whispered, “I want to fuck you, Princess. And you are making it fucking hard for me to control myself.”
Gabriel sucked in a sharp breath as a shiver went through his body. “Oh, I want you to fuck me, Michael.”
I liked the sound of my name leaving his perfect lips a little too much, and I nearly attacked his mouth right there. I’d never wanted someone so bad in my entire life. Standing up from my seat, I grabbed his hand and waited for him to stand.
“You haven’t even touched your beer.” His voice was a little shaky and it was reassuring to know I was obviously having the same effect on him as he was on me.
“Fuck the beer,” I growled as I pulled him along with me toward the exit.
It was common for me to take the men I had sex with to the bathroom and screw them there. Or take them to any other semi-secluded area. But not Gabriel. Not with this angel that had unexpectedly come into my life and made me feel more human within a few short hours than I had ever felt in my entire lifetime.
No, he deserved better than just a quick bathroom screw.
“I don’t live far from here,” Gabriel spoke once we left the roaring music of the club and were outside.
The chill of the fall night air hit me, causing chills to form along my arms.
I cut my eyes at Gabriel. “Why aren’t you wearing a jacket?” My voice sounded a little harsh, even to me. But, really, why the fuck wasn’t he wearing one? He could catch a cold.
“Okay, Dad.” He dramatically rolled his eyes. “I didn’t wear one because I’m a grown ass man and can make my own decisions.”
“Bad decisions, I might add.”
There was that look again. That sassy, full of fire look that I had already grown to associate with him. I loved it.
