Gabriel frowned as the last vestiges of sleep faded away. Something had awakened him from deep slumber. A sound. It was familiar. Almost as familiar as the sweet sound of Abby's snores against his chest.
Oh, but he felt so comfortable right now. His fingers squeezed the tender flesh of his wife's ass possessively. She moaned in her sleep, tilting her sexy tush tighter into his grasp. Gabriel's lips spread into a grin even as his cock jerked against Abigail's tummy.
Bliss.
Still...that sound...
Helicopters.
His eyes snapped open.
The room was still dark, only a shimmering glow from the rising sun peeping through soft white curtains covering the glass wall in front of the bed.
No one was supposed to know where they were. Diamond was supposed to have made sure of that when she booked the honeymoon.
Fame was still a new thing for him. Most times people didn't know who he was. Being harassed by paps was strictly stuff that happened back home in California.
Gabriel looked down at Abby. Her leg was thrown over his thigh, one hand curled under her chin, the other resting at his waist. Blonde waves spilled out behind her, gleaming against the white sheets.
She was so beautiful, it made his chest ache. The sun had darkened her skin to a pretty golden glow, but it still looked pale compared to his deeper darker tan. Diamond was going to have a fit when she saw him. She'd made him promise he'd use sun block, because of image and crap. What was wrong with a heavy metal rocker dude getting a little sun in the tropics with his new bride?
Gabriel snorted before running his lips up the side of Abby's cheek to revel in its petal softness.
His dick throbbed, hungry to be embedded within her. Sliding his hand from her supple ass to her thigh, he pulled it higher onto his waist and arched into her.
Nothing like fucking your sweet wife awake.
His ardor cooled when someone rudely banged on the door to their cottage.
Abby mumbled something and blinked sleepy blue eyes open with a yawn.
He buried his face in her neck as she arched her body against his, igniting his lust again. Maybe he'd imagined someone banging on the door. He rolled her onto her back. She automatically spread for him, eagerly, much to his pleasure. As he stared into her darkened blue eyes, cheeks filling with pink color, he angled his hips, ready to sink into her tight pussy; pussy that only he'd had the privilege to plunder to his heart's content.
"You're so fucking mine," he growled as he began to sink in.
Loud banging on the door followed by Diamond's annoying yell, "Gabriel, open up."
What. The. Fuck.
Abby stiffened beneath him, eyes going round.
Various emotions fought for dominance within him at that point; fury, impatience, fear that something horrible happened back home and that's why Diamond had to fly hundreds of miles to tell him personally.
He stumbled to his feet, grabbed Abby's discarded robe and tossed it to her before yanking on his white linen drawstring pants he'd worn the night before.
Once he was sure Abby had wrapped herself in her robe, he stalked to the door and yanked it open.
Diamond stood, dressed head to toe in black. Behind her stood the two goons she'd hired to guard him at the hospital, blocking the way of about a handful of camera toting paparazzi.
He didn't bother brushing back the swath of black hair the early morning breeze blew across his face. Instead, he stared daggers down at Diamond. Of course, she hardly noticed his furious gaze. She was too busy practically drooling at his bare chest and abs.
Gabriel crossed his arms over his chest and snapped, "What the hell is going on?"
"You and Abby are all over the tabloids."
Diamond held up her phone, and there in living color was his naked ass. It was the picture that annoying woman had taken the night before when Gabriel had propped Abby up on the dresser just before dinner.
"Fuck," was all he could say before glaring at the picture-snapping paps about ten feet away. Just down the boardwalk leading to the cottages sitting over the crystalline waters surrounding Bora Bora, three more were running up, cameras in hand.
Diamond pushed him into the cottage and closed the door behind her.
"Don't' worry about your stuff, I'll have management collect it and send it back to your place."
Gabriel finally raked a hand through his tangled hair in agitation.
"How the hell...?" he began until he remembered the picture she'd shown him on her phone.
Diamond rolled her eyes, and placed her hand on one of his pecs. "Look. It doesn't matter. You've had an entire week to yourselves. You've got the rest of your lives to be together," she said as if she were talking to a five-year-old. "Besides, you need to start getting ready for the next tour." She smiled as if she'd just told him the most wonderful news in the world.
Gabriel felt his eyes bulge. He pushed the hand she'd been stroking his chest with away abruptly. "Tour? We just got back from a fucking tour like six months ago."
Diamond frowned, her eyes flicking behind him a second before leveling back on him. "What the hell, Gabe. A few months ago you would've been jumping for joy at the prospect of performing live. I busted my ass to get Diavolo these gigs here in the states."
She was right...but this couldn't have happened at a worse time.
The feel of Abby's hand sliding up his back had him turning. She stared up apprehensively at him.
Gabriel slid his arm around her waist, pulling her tight against him as his other hand slid into to soft trails of golden hair spilling down her back.
"I'm so sorry, baby," he told her apologetically.
She smiled sweetly, making him feel even more crappy. "It's okay. Like Diamond said, we have the rest of our lives before us."
He'd wanted more time alone with her. Getting ready for a tour and touring entailed a lot of things that would most likely strain their new marriage.
"It's going to be okay," Abby whispered.
*******
He looked so torn. Sliding her hands into his thick hair, she rose up on tiptoes to press her mouth against his in a soft chaste kiss. Just when she would have pulled away, the fingers he had threaded in her hair tightened. His lips covered hers again, tongue delving deep, possessive. He kissed her thoroughly, the feel of his hardening erection evident through the thin material of his pants.
Abby felt her face grow hot. Diamond was right there. She'd hated the way the other woman had touched her man with so much familiarity...and for a moment, Gabriel had allowed it, until his temper had flared.
The night before, being caught naked hadn't fazed him either, and now, the pants he wore were so thin they barely concealed anything, especially his burgeoning erection.
The sound of Diamond's foot tapping impatiently on the floor had Gabriel easing away from their kiss to glare at the other woman.
"We need to leave," she said, eyes ice cold. "Now."
*******
Abigail did her best to stay away from gossipy media. It wasn't easy. Every time she logged onto the internet there'd be pictures of either her or Gabriel.
The biggest media scandal had been uncovering the link to Daniel and Gabriel, and the triple deaths of his parents and stepfather. She'd been shocked and outraged when they'd hinted that it was some sort of diabolical Illuminati ritual and that Gabriel was the antichrist. They'd included pictures of her in her habit as a novice and a picture of Gabriel onstage with fire spewing to either side of him right hand throwing up the horns sign. Very dramatic.
Unable to resist, she clicked on the picture responsible for ending their honeymoon prematurely. He'd sat her atop the dresser and had pressed his naked length between her thighs. Her face was a mixture of shock and arousal, much to her chagrin. She looked nothing like the Abigail she'd been before, hair always tied in a knot at the nape of her neck and necklines up to her chin almost. Her skin was golden in the picture, thighs pressed tight to Gabe's hips, blond hair loose and wild. She bit her lips as she devoured the sight of his bare backside, slightly less tan than his upper body. His hair tumbled down the middle of his broad, sculpted back in a glossy flow of black waves. She knew just how soft and silky those thick strands felt, how hard his muscles felt beneath the velvety softness of his skin, and how wild his scent was.
A big brown hand pressed the laptop closed and she was plucked from the chair and pinned to the wall.
