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“Hang around for a hot minute and you’re a bad bitch, are you?” she yells as I struggle from Chris’s hold.
“That’s right, and don’t fucking forget it!” I call out, doing my best to angle my chin the way Gabriel showed me to break free of Chris’s hold.
There’s no need because Chris spins me around and lets go of me. I stop dead in my tracks when I come face to face with Gabriel and Sean. My chest is heaving and I’m sure my eyes are wild.
Gabriel keeps his eyes on me, I can’t tell if he’s angry as he walks right past me. Chelsea’s friend holds onto her arm as he approaches her. He towers over her and I see the fear in her eyes as he contemplates his words.
She looks from him to me as he finally speaks. I flex my aching hand.
“I don’t even remember your fucking name,” he spits out at her. “But if you even look in Brinley’s direction again”—he smirks—“I’llreallylet her at you, and I won’t stop her until your face is as battered as your used up cunt.”
Chelsea’s mouth falls open as he spits at her feet.
He turns and motions to Sean. “Get her outta here.”
“On it.” Sean grins.
I expect Gabriel to be pissed off but instead I swear I see a hint of a smirk as he scoops me up and tosses me over his shoulder.
“Christ, Brinley. I’ve been gonethirty fuckingminutes.”
Chapter 50
Brinley
“Put me down, I can walk.” I hit his muscled back, humiliated that Chelsea saw Gabriel haul me out of there like some child ready to be punished. All the blood is rushing to my head and I’m molded to his hard shoulder.
“Why is the door locked?” he asks when we’ve reached the top of our cabin steps.
“The key is in my bag that you didn’t let me grab before you tossed me onto your back like a caveman.”
“You looked like you could use some reassuring that the only woman I ever want to touch is you,” Gabriel bites out, squeezing my ass hard. “And Iama fucking caveman when it comes to you.”
I try to take in where we’re going from this viewpoint. Gabriel shifts me in his arms and his hand comes up behind my head, laying me onto his bike. My head rests between the handlebars and my legs straddle each side as my skirt gives way for my ass to rest against the warm leather. I realize we’re around the back of the cabin.
“Their eyes met, and they stared together at each other, surrounded by many, but alone in space,” Gabriel says in a gruff voice that doesn’t match the gentle words as his lips dance up my inner thigh.
I smirk, my eyes fluttering closed at the feel of his mouth on my skin.
“Odd time for embellishedGatsby quotes,” I mutter, my breathing increasing.
Woods stretch out behind us and the music from camp is quieter here, the sound of the church service through a sound system is prevalent.
The hymn music has stopped and there’s a pastor speaking into a microphone.
“What I’m telling you is there are many women here I’ve been with and I can’t change that.” Gabriel’s slides his hand under my tank, over my rib cage to the base of my lacy black bra. “I don’t want them. In a crowd of ten thousand, you’re the only one I see,” he says, ghosting his thumb over the lace, my nipples instantly peak with the anticipation of him anywhere near me. I pant.
“We can’t,” I watch as goosebumps follow his touch as his other hand roams up my thigh.
Gabriel chuckles like I must be crazy. “No one will come back here. And if they do, I’ll give them less than a second before I shoot them.”
“No…I have my period,” I manage.
“There is no greater pleasure than to serve your community.” The speaker’s voice sounds in our silence.
Gabriel isn’t fazed by my admission. He continues his slow ascent up my thighs with both hands now, his fingers wrapping around either side of my panties.
He pulls them from me, then gently pulls the tampon from my body. He folds it into my panties, places both in his cut pocket and then slides it off his shoulders, setting it behind me. He yanks his T-shirt off over his head and tosses it to the side. I watch as his beautiful, strong arms work to unbuckle his jeans and zipper just enough for his thick, hard cock to easily jut out pointing straight at me. The gunshot wound on his arm is still wrapped in gauze from where I stitched it and the bandage strains against his muscles as he grips his cock.
