Resolution (Saviour) (13 page)

“
Do you like Tequila?”

Gabe is pouring himself another drink. I've slowed down, I've already drunk a bottle
of wine to myself and I feel woozy but he seems happy to just keep drinking, I think he just needs to unwind.

“
Yeah it's okay, why, you wanna do some shots?”

He looks at me over the top of his glass and our eyes lock
, his are bright blue and the look he gives me is so intense, I feel myself sway, my insides heat up with desire, the sensation slides down through my body, settling between my legs. I lick my lips, unaware of my actions until his eyes move to my mouth and he repeats the action with his own lips and my breaths suddenly come at double speed, my eyes now on his mouth, his tongue. The whole atmosphere in the room is electric.

“
Go and wait for me on the bed.”

Oh….My….God... My brain
swims with desire as I take a few seconds to react to his words.

I go straight to our bedroom, clean my teeth, take off my clothes and lay on the bed.

The sensation comes up from my toes and I’m instantly awake. I lay perfectly still for a few seconds as I gather my senses and try to work out what’s happening; Gabe is wrapped all around me and as usual making me feel far too hot. The nauseous feeling that woke me up has now gone from a thought in my head to a sensation in my stomach and I have to fight not to heave, my mouth starts to water and I just know I have about thirty seconds to get to the bathroom. I jump out of bed and run for the toilet, trying to ignore the fact that someone is firing a nail gun into my head at half second intervals. Fuck, of all the times Gabe has actually listened to my complaints and put the toilet seat down, it would have to be now…I just make it as I hear him calling out my name from our bed. He would be under no illusion as to what I am doing because when I’m calling for Hughie, the whole street can generally hear me. I empty the contents of my stomach and sit back against the toilet wall. I know Gabe’s behind me, I can feel him, and I look up as he passes me a face cloth with a look of concern on his face.

“
You okay?”

Great, stupid question time
, “Do I look okay?”

“
Well, no sorry, I was just asking, can I get you something, a glass of water, coffee?”

I am a bitch
. A complete bitch.

“
Just some water please.”

I go to stand up and he grabs me and pulls me to him
and I feel instantly guilty and mean and so fucking hung over. God my head. I press down on it with both my hands and try to stop my brain from moving about inside my skull. Gabe kisses both my hands and my forehead.

“
Go and get back in bed, I’ll get you some water and pain killers.”

He walks me back to bed and tucks me in before going off to fetch my water.
God, I really need to get my inner bitch under lock and key. I seriously don’t know what is wrong with me. I really don’t deserve him. He comes back and sits on the edge of the bed; I take a few sips of the water but refuse the Panadol in case it makes me sick again.

“
How come you drink beer, bourbon and tequila and wake up fine, I stick to wine and wake feeling like shit?”

I slide back down in
to the bed as Gabe climbs in beside me and pulls my back to his chest, kissing into my hair, making me breathe deeply and squeeze my legs tightly together. Even feeling like death he has an effect on me. I wiggle back and push my bum into his erection, which I just knew would be right there waiting for me.

“
Because,” He replies.

I had actually forgotten I had asked a question as my brain went off on a tangent thinking about how much time was needed for my recovery before I would be capable of sex this morning
. One hour, two, I don’t want to wait at all, I want him now but I need to get back up and clean my teeth.

“
I am a true blue Aussie bloke who can hold his liquor. Whereas you are just a POM.”

“
Get fucked, I am not a POM. The POMS are who we sent here to build up this country and make it the great place it is to live in now. Just remember what language you speak and whose head is on all your money.”

“
Well you’re obviously feeling better, you light weight, and can I get some loving now, seeing as you passed out cold on me last night?”

“
Shit, did I?”

I actually don’t remember anything after cleaning my teeth and
lying on the bed in anticipation of what Gabe had planned for me last night

“
Yes you did, I left you five minutes thinking you might wanna dress up for me and when I came in the bedroom, you were curled up on my side of the bed, snoring.”

“
I was not snoring,” I probably was, I know I snore, badly, especially when I’ve had a drink.

“
Yeah that’s what you always say, so this time I filmed you.”

“
You did not?”

He reaches to the bedside table for his phone and plays the video back to me; Sure enough, I’m under the doona on his side of the bed, there is only a lamp on so you can just about make me out as I’m so snuggled down
. I actually look quite cute.

Suddenly Gabe
’s voice cuts into the film, “This is Lauren, the woman I love with all my heart, and some. Look at her, how beautiful does she look?”

Before he can continue, the loudest of snores comes from me
, followed by the sound of Gabe laughing, okay, not so cute! I am sitting up in bed now, with my hand over my mouth, partly to shield him from my vomity morning breath but mostly because I am just trying to hide. How embarrassing.

Gabe’s voice continues on the video
, “I have begged this woman to marry me,” another loud snore from me, “Because after all, who wouldn’t want to spend the rest of their life, sleeping with this every night?”

I can hear th
at Gabe is having trouble not laughing as he speaks on the recording and as I look at him sideways, I can see he can barely contain himself now; he wipes the smile from his face as I glare at him.

On the video
I let out another massive snore as Gabe sniggers. “Oh and just to add to the attraction and the main reason I love her so much. She farts all night as well.”

The recording ends with the sounds of my snores and Gabe’s drunken laughter
. He’s lying back on the bed and laughing next to me now. I get up and go and clean my teeth and rinse my mouth with mouthwash, I splash my face with water and realise that I actually feel okay now. When I turn back to the bedroom, he’s lying on his front, elbows pushed up with his chin on his hands. I raise my eyebrows and look at him. He looks at me sheepishly and my heart melts and I can’t help but smile.

“
Are you mad?” He asks.

“
Yep. Well and truly pissed off.”

“
Sorry.”

“
No you’re not.”

“
No I know, but I don’t want you to be pissed with me.”

“
Well get back into bed and give me a cuddle and I might think about forgiving you.”

We spend the rest of the morning in bed as it takes a lot of loving before I can bring myself to forgive Gabe and he seems more than happy to keep apologising, so I let him.

Later we have an uneventful trip to the supermarket and restock the cupboards and I buy all that I need to make us a full on Sunday roast, I call Jo up and she comes and joins us and the three of us have a perfect Sunday, Jo and Gabe drinking wine and me sticking to water, because I just can’t face a wine.

Around six o’clock as Gabe and Jo
are discussing who will win the next election; I hear the gates to the drive slide open, I look across the dining table to where Gabe is oblivious to the sound and ask him, “Are you expecting anyone Gabe? The Gates have just opened.”

He hears the worry in my voice and immediately stands from the table, I hate the sound of those gates, twice now bad things have happened after I have heard that sound, I know it’s irrational and I’m sure it will eventually w
ear off.

“
No baby, not that.”

There is a loud banging on the front door before he can finish talking. I stand from the table too, although I have no idea why.

Gabe gestures his head towards me, “Stay here.”

“
Gabe I…”

“
Stay here Lauren, stop stressing.”

He
kisses my cheek before he heads down the stairs as the door sounds like it’s about to come off its hinges with the persistent banging. I look across at Jo and shrug; she shakes her head at me, “Jesus Lauren, have a glass of wine and calm down will ya.”

I walk to the top of the stairs as I hear Gabe shout
“What the fuck? Dude, what are you doing here?”

He’s laughing as he speaks and I instantly relax
.

“
Man…Since when the fuck did you start locking your door, you got so many women that you have to lock them out nowadays? Shit, smells good in here, you cooking something?”

“
Not quite, put your bags down, come up, you staying?”

“
Dude, I’m hurt, where the fuck else would I go? I would have let myself in but your key is buried in my bag somewhere.”

I move away from the stairs and pour myself a wine as Gabe and his guest talk
. It tastes horrible but I feel a bit shaken after the adrenalin rush. Gabe appears at the top of the stairs with a huge grin on his face, he looks so boyish and happy and hot, and all that pops into my head is ‘Deeelish and mine’.

His smile is infectious and I can’t help but smile expectantly back at him
. Behind him appears, quite possibly the most handsome man I have ever seen. The strange thing is that my heart doesn’t leap and nothing below my waist feels the need to clench and squeeze. This man is, quite beautiful, dark olive skin, black hair and the most amazing green eyes, but these are just observations, he has no effect on me whatsoever. There is only one man who has an effect like that on me nowadays and he’s just walked over to my side, put his arm around me, pulled me into him and kissed my hair. Now I’m clenching and squeezing. I unconsciously cross my legs, then uncross them, feeling self-conscious.

“
Jake, this is Lauren Day, my, my…The woman I am trying to convince to marry me…Lauren, this is Jake Curtis, my oldest mate.”

I am about to smile and say hi when Jake says
, “Stop fucking with me Wilde, who is she really?”

I raise my eyebrows and look at him
, then up at Gabe, who’s looking down at me with the sexiest smile on his face and absolute adoration in his eyes. My heart skips a beat, god I love him.

“
Dude seriously, you went and fell in love, for real?”

“
Hi Jake, I’m Lauren, the woman Gabe thinks he wants to marry,” Jake looks between the both of us.

“
Well fuck man, you really did, you fell in love, fuck me. Lauren, nice to meet you.”

He steps forward and gives me a kiss on the cheek
as Gabe’s grip tightens around my waist, I don’t need to look, and I know his eyes are burning holes into Jake.

“
Chill dude, just saying hello.”

“
Hand shake would have sufficed, keep your lips to yourself Curtis.”

Well, well, Gabe has a jealous strea
k, and I love it.

I hear Jo clear her throat from behind me and suddenly remember my manners
, “Jake this is my friend Jo.”

Jo stan
ds from the table and walks towards Jake, looking at him like she wants to eat him. She slowly raises her hand and I’m not sure if it’s to shake his hand or stroke his cock. I look at Jake as he licks his lips and looks at Jo in much the same way, I lean into Gabe as I watch them take each other in from head to toe, I don’t think I have ever witnessed anything so sexual between two people, no talking, no touching just total eye fucking.

“
Oh fucking great,” I hear Gabe say beside me, “this can only end one way.”

I look up at him and smile
, “Dirty filthy sex?”

“
Oh yeah baby, anytime, but not in front of company, let’s wait till they’ve gone.”

He grazes his teeth along my jaw and desire rolls through me from my head to my toes and sets my entire body on fire
.

“
I didn’t mean us you fiend, I meant these two, that’s where it looks like it will end. Although, if you play your cards right, maybe later?”

I look up as Jo says my name
“Sorry, what was that?”

“
Jake just said he’s starving, was there much left over from lunch?” From the way Jakes looking at Jo, I doubt that its food he’s hungry for.