Authors: Lesley Jones
“
Lauren, listen to me, please calm down and listen to me, go to the little row of shops where the bakers are and wait there, I'm already in the car and on my way. I'll be as quick as I can, calm yourself down and just wait for me”
“Jo
, just make sure Jays not driving by looking for me, when you get here” I sob
“Yeah
ok, stop panicking.... Don't let him get you into his car if he does come along, just hang up and call the police if you need to, love you, the phone will cut out when the blue tooth kicks in but I’m still here okay, it will just drop out for a few seconds” It takes about 30 seconds before I hear her again.
“Right
I’m back, how far from the shops are you?”
“About
five minutes”
“Ok
ay, hurry up, don’t talk, just get your arse there, I am about 6 minutes away”
It
takes me about three more minutes to get to the shops and I stand back in a door way, out of sight of any one driving by. I tell Jo I’m here and she reassures me she won’t be long. As I wait I start to shake uncontrollably and my legs start to give way. I crouch down and try to breathe deeply but start to sob, I vomit again and don’t hear Jo pull up and jump with fear when I hear my name called, and without meaning to, I cry in complete panic. She moves towards me, using her phone as a torch. I know that I’m on the verge of hysteria but I just can’t calm myself. I'm so pleased to see her I can barely breathe between sobs and I launch myself at her.
“
Jo, Jo he kicked me out of bed, I'm bleeding, I didn't know what to do so I just ran and I don't know if he's looking for me”
“Ok
ay, shush shush, let's get you in the car, I don't want to hang about out here, in case he does come looking for you... Can you stand up babe?”
I
stand up on shaky legs and start to walk to the car. Jo helps me in. She runs around to the driver’s side and jumps in locking the doors behind her.
“Right
, let's get out of here, and then we can get you cleaned up, alright?”
She
drives quickly to her house, helping me out when we get there. As we walk into the bright lights of the kitchen, I hear her gasp.
“What
the fuck has he done to you Lauren?”
S
he shakes her head and tells me to sit down at the kitchen table. The first thing she does is pour us both a drink. I think it's brandy or whiskey, I'm not sure but it’s horrible and burns my throat on the way down, I drink it anyway, anything to help numb how I'm feeling right now .
“Right
, let's see what damage that fuckers done under all this blood, what's wrong with your arm?”
“I
think I've dislocated my shoulder”
The
adrenalin is slowing and the pain is really kicking in now. Jo looks at my shoulder
“
Oh God Lauren” Is all she says and I suddenly feel like I’m going to pass out.
“
Shit I think we need to get you to hospital Hun that gash in your head is pretty big and it's still bleeding and I have no idea how to put that shoulder right”
I
am numb now, I think shock is starting to kick in and I simply nod as I start to sob again. Jo gives me a cuddle as she calls a cab. She has had far too much to drink to risk the drive to the hospital, especially as she has poured herself a couple more while we wait.
I'm
seen pretty quickly at the hospital considering its Friday night/Saturday morning and as much as it pisses Jo off I tell them that I fell over whilst drunk but I have a sneaking suspicion she tells one of the nurses what really happened as they start asking questions, rightly or wrongly, I don't want to press charges and get the police involved, it would just cause too much trouble all round.
It’s
eight in the morning by the time we leave the hospital. I have a hair line fracture to my cheek bone and a couple of badly bruised ribs. They glued back together the gash in my head, which luckily is within my hairline so there won’t be a visible scar; my shoulder has been popped back into place and feels surprisingly okay.
My
phone shows forty seven missed calls, all from Jay. Right now I have nothing to say to him, I will, eventually, but I'm not ready yet. I will save it, I want to get it right, I actually have so much I want to say. I have written a whole fucking speech in my head. Jo and I are both exhausted. We head back to hers in silence. Once there, she helps me shower and gives me some clothes to wear.
As
Jo makes us bacon sandwiches, my phone vibrates again and makes me jump, it's Jemma, before I get a chance to speak, she asks
“What
the fuck is going on, where are you?”
“
And good morning to you too Mrs Wilson”
“
Cut the crap Day, why is your husband ringing me looking for you and then turning up at my door, like I've got you hidden away in a cupboard, what’s happened?”
She’s
ranting and I feel bad for not ringing and giving her the heads up.
“
I'm sorry for my husband’s behaviour” I reply “we had a fight last night and I got Jo to come pick me up once he went to sleep, I didn't want to ring you and wake Max and the kids, so I called Jo instead”
“
Well, are you okay?” she asks, sounding concerned. Before I can reply, Jo, who's standing over my shoulder listening to our conversation, shouts
“No
she's not” she takes the phone from me.
“Come
over here, you need to see this. If he calls you again, tell him nothing and call Lorraine and give her the tip too”
We
never call Lulu Lorraine, so I know Jo is not in the mood to be argued with. She hands me back my phone but Jemma has hung up.
“I
really need to take some pain killers and get some sleep, you must be ready for some sleep too, you've been up all night as well”
“
I'm fine, I’m past it now. Do you think Jason will come here looking for you?” she asks. Almost right on cue, her mobile rings,
“
It’s Jay” She mouths to me and motions for me to keep quiet.
“Hey
Jay, a bit early for social calls isn't it. What can I do you for?” she winks at me
“Lauren
, no, not since last night... she did come home didn't she, because we dropped her off..... Oh, oh right, I see, well no I've not heard from her, have you tried Jemma and Lulu? ..... Right okay, well if I hear anything I'll let you know and will you get her to call me, whenever she finishes her sook, yeah, that's right, see ya, bye”
She
puts down her phone and lets out a loud breath
“Bastard....
Apparently, you two had words last night and he thought you had gone off to sleep on the sofa and sook but when he got up this morning, he couldn't find you. Now he's worried, because it's almost ten and you’re not back and not answering your phone”
I
say nothing. What was there to say to that?
My
phone vibrates and I pick it up, expecting it to be Jay again but as I look at the screen it says Angel. “Who the fuck is Angel?” I say out loud but really only to myself, I look at Jo who frowns and shrugs. I shrug back and answer
“
Hello”
“
Good morning gorgeous, are we still on for our meet this morning?” it's Gabriel. Of course Angel.
“
How did you get my number?” I ask confused
“I
rang myself from your phone last night when I put my number in and saved it, sorry, was that okay? It's just that I didn't end up taking as long as I thought this morning and so I wondered if you wanted to see the house a bit earlier, if you’re free and if you’re still interested and looking for somewhere” he trails off, sounding, nervous, was it?
“Erm
, look, I am definitely interested and I am most definitely still looking but I don't think I'm going to be able to make it today”
My
heart is pounding in my chest and my belly feels like there are a thousand butterflies flapping inside it, I know that I'm blushing. Shit, I really would like to see the house and, if I'm totally honest I would like to see him again too but there's no way I’m letting him see me like this.
“Oh”
he says and I think and hope I hear a little disappointment in his voice
“Well
is this arvo or tomorrow better for you?”
“Who
is it?” Jo interrupts
“
Hang on a sec' Gabe”
“
It’s Gabriel” I reply “I was going to look at a unit of his to rent this morning but I'm not going to be able to make it” I shake my head at Jo pointing at my lip and cheek and shake my head some more. She motions for me to give her the phone and again I know better than to argue.
“Gabriel,
baby, Jo here, can I call you back in a bit, we will definitely be looking at this rental with you today... Okay... Thanks, call you back in a bit”
I
stare at her open mouthed. “What?” she asks. “You need somewhere to live, he has a place to rent, he's hot, and who wouldn't want him as a landlord? I will go and have a look at the unit for you, if you don't want to go”
I
let out a loud sigh, “I need to sleep Jo and I need some more drugs, I really can't think much further than that right now”
She
gets up from the table, gets me a glass of water and hands it to me with my tablets.
CHAPTER FOUR
Gabriel pushes me back against the wall, he's holding both my arms above my head as he kisses along my jaw to my ear, I can feel his hot breath on my neck and it’s giving me goose bumps, everywhere. I let out an involuntary moan as he bites down on my earlobe. He grabs both my wrists with one of his hands and keeps them above my head, using his knee to force me to open my legs but I'm wearing a skirt and can only open them so far. Letting go of my wrists, he slides both his hands down my body as he drops to his knees and pulls my skirt up around my waist, all the while looking up at me with those blue, blue eyes. I'm wearing long black boots, hold up stockings and black lace knickers, he holds on to my thighs, and kisses the inside of my leg, right where my stockings end and there is nothing but my soft, sensitive bare flesh. He alternates between feather light kisses and grazing his teeth over my skin. I moan as I run my fingers through his hair and bend my knees slightly so that I can open my legs wider for him. I can feel his hot breath between my legs and it feels, unbelievably good as he bites gently down onto the front of my slit, “ahhhh” I moan. He slides a finger under the edge of my knickers and pulls them to one side. I raise my left leg and lift it over his shoulder, he moves further underneath me as he slides his tongue along the length of me to my entrance. My hand tightens in his hair and I push his head further into me. Leaning back on his heels and looking up at me, he pulls my knickers off and I step out of them. He stands up and kisses me hard, forcing his tongue into my mouth, making me taste myself. He steps back, putting a hand either side of my face, caging me as he leans against the wall and says
“Fuck
Lauren you taste good. I could lick and suck you all day. I love knowing that it's me that’s made you so soaking wet like this, me, no one else, just me, I love knowing I can do this to you”
Holding
me by the waist, he walks me away from the wall and back towards the bed. He unbuttons my blouse, kissing each area of flesh he exposes as he goes; I have no control over the trembling moans escaping from me. Sliding my blouse of my shoulders and onto the floor, he lifts my breasts one at a time out of my bra so they are pushed up and out. He guides me back onto the bed but pulls me forward so that my hips are on the edge and my legs over the sides, my feet on the floor. He is over me, kissing my mouth, then my throat, down my chest to my right breast; he grazes his teeth over my nipple, then sucks, whilst stroking his thumb over the other. I can feel his erection through his jeans, sticking into my belly. I flex my hips, trying to rub my clit against him, I want him inside me so bad but I also want this to last so long, in fact, I don't think I ever want it to end. I don't remember ever feeling so turned on. As I force my hips against him, he looks up at me whilst still sucking on my nipple; those beautiful blue eyes seem to look right through me, straight into my mind, it’s as if he can actually see my thoughts. He knows exactly what I want and he gives me a hint of a smile. I know he's going to make me wait; make me beg. “Fuck Gabe” Is all that I can manage
“I
know baby, I know but let’s just go slowly, I want to make this last, I told you, I want to hear you cry and scream for me, I want you to beg me Lauren. I wanna hear you beg me for more, I wanna hear you scream, and I wanna hear you cry out my name when you come”
He
sucks and kisses down my belly, undoing my zipper on my skirt on the way, he sits up and slides it down my legs and off. He leans back and pushes my legs apart at my knees and plants little kisses all the way up the inside of my thigh.
I’m
lying back on the bed wearing nothing but stockings, boots and a bra, my legs are spread and he is on his knees between them, looking up at me. Just one touch, one stroke, one flick of his tongue, will send me over the edge. I involuntarily flex my hips towards him, desperate for some friction, some contact, I need to come, desperately....
“
God Lauren, you look so fucking beautiful and so wet for me”
He's
still looking right at me as he starts to circle my clit with his thumb, I push back against him and moan loudly.
“Is
that good?” He asks...
I
gasp in a breath and nod, my mouth still open.
He
pushes two fingers deep inside of me and I push even harder against him, moving my hips in time with his fingers. With his other hand he unbuckles his belt, undoes his jeans, and frees his erection. He starts to stroke himself, up and down, up and down, moving both his hands in unison, pushing his fingers into me whilst stroking himself and I can’t stop staring as he does this....Oh my god this feels amazing but watching him, do that to himself is just beyond erotic and I think I'm going to come before he even gets his cock inside me. He wipes his thumb over his tip then moves it up to my face, “Taste me” he orders “Taste what you do to me”
My
whole body is on fire and there's every possibility that I will come, loudly, if he says one more thing. He pulls his fingers out of me and adjusts his position until his cock is right at my opening. Our fingers are interlocked at the side of my head; he's still looking right into my eyes, as he slides into me, hard and deep. He moans out my name as I flex my hips up to meet his thrusts
“A
hhhh” is all that I can manage as he pulls out almost completely before driving into me again….
“FUCK
me Lauren, fuck me back until you come”…......
Suddenly
there are other voices and I hear my name spoken.... I slowly start to wake up, I'm panting hard, I feel like my face is on fire and my heart is racing. Noooooo, I was dreaming, oh my god, I am actually wet and throbbing between my legs, instinctively, I cross and squeeze them together but the moment has gone! I have no idea where I am and as I move to get a better look at the room, I feel pain shoot through just about every part of my body, especially my head. I sit up slowly and look around as events from the past twenty four hours come back to me. I'm in Jo’s guest bedroom. I sit quietly and try to gather my thoughts. My husband of twenty five years has beaten me, for want of a better word, to the point where I have required hospital treatment, it would also seem, he has been unfaithful to me, although my recollection of last nights or this morning’s conversation are somewhat hazy right now, I have run away and left him, my home and all of my worldly possessions behind. I don't have a lot of money, I have no car and nowhere to live and to top it all, I have just woken from possibly the most erotic dream I have ever had, about a man, at least ten years younger than me, that I met in a bar, just last night. Fuck I need sex and I need... No... Want sex with Gabriel Wilde
I
cannot believe despite all of the shit I have going on I am feeling so horny, so desperate for him, that all I want is to go back to sleep and finish my dream. Damn those people talking in Jo’s kitchen, I wanted an orgasm! I wanted Gabriel to make me come!!!
I
take some more pain killers and try and get back to sleep and back to my dream....
All
thoughts of sex suddenly leave my mind as I hear a man’s voice; I know I can hear Jo and Jemma but I can also hear a man talking. Has Jason come here looking for me? I pick up my phone, this is ridiculous, 123 missed calls and 37 voice mails, four of them are from my boys. I quickly send a text off to both of them, letting them know I am safe and will be in touch in a few days and for them not to worry. I ignore the rest as they are all from Jay. All the while I am trying to listen to the male voice coming from Jo's kitchen. I text Jemma and check it’s not Jay out there....She texts straight back
‘No
don't panic’
I slowly get out of bed and go into the bathroom. My lip is fat, swollen, and split, my cheek is starting to turn a lovely shade of purple and under my eye is a matching colour, oh well, at least my bruises coordinate.... My hair is a curly mess but there's no brush or hair band to hand so there's nothing I can do about that except run my fingers through it. My shoulder is a bit tender but feels great considering the pain it caused me last night. My finger combing doesn't change a thing about my hair, it's still a mess. I shrug as I splash water on my face. Luckily there is a new tooth brush and tooth paste on the side of the sink. I struggle for five minutes, trying to undo the packaging, the pain killers are so strong, I'm feeling all fingers and thumbs and light headed... but am in desperate need of a clean mouth so persevere.
Jo
gave me a pair of sweat pants and a vest to wear earlier but I'm feeling cold now and I find a hoodie in one of the draws, it must be Sean's as it's huge on me.
I
walk back down to the kitchen, take two steps in, and stop dead in my tracks, sitting around the table are Jo, Jemma and Gabriel. They all stare back at me, Gabriel’s chair flies back as he stands
“What
the fuck has happened to you, what’s gone on, have you been in an accident?”
H
e looks from me to Jo to Jemma and back to Jo.
“
Sit down Gabe and stop shouting... That's the last thing she needs right now”
Jemma's
hand has gone up to cover her mouth and I know what a shocking sight I must be, she starts to cry and I say
“That
bad eh?”
She
gets up from the table and walks over and gives me a gentle hug, even gentle causes me to wince.
“
I'm so sorry Lauren” she says, I start to tell her that it's not her fault, but she continues
“
I'm sorry, that as your friend, I didn't know this was going on. I’m sorry that he has done this to you. I will never let Jason or any other man hurt you like this again” I start to cry and she puts her arm around me guiding me over to the large dining table. There's a bottle of wine in a cooler and two half-filled glasses. In front of Gabriel is a whiskey tumbler containing a small amount of what I assume is bourbon in as that is what it says on the bottle next to him.
I
help myself to one of the glasses of wine, drinking it all down. I feel pissed off with Jo for letting Gabriel see me like this. I'm not sure if it’s the tablets but my level of anger seems to be excessive and I grip the stem of my wine glass. I sit and look at Jo and motion my head in Gabe’s direction and ask
“
Why is he here?” Gabriel shifts in his chair and takes a swig from his glass. I can feel his eyes boring into me and try as I might I can’t help but look back at him. Please, please don't let him be giving me that sympathy look; I just can't believe Jo would invite him here, knowing from earlier that I didn't want him to see me in this state. I pick up the other wine glass and drain the contents. My head is fuzzy and my thoughts all over the place, I’m feeling angry, resentful, and embarrassed. How much information has he been given on the state of my marriage, my life? As if I'm not already feeling mortified at my circumstances, Gabriel's presence just adds to my embarrassment!
“It’s
my fault” Jo says
“Jemma
waited here with you while you slept and I went and met Gabriel at the place he's got for rent, while I was out Jay turned up looking for you and wanted to know why Jemma was here if I was out, she told him I had just popped out to buy more wine and he left but she wasn't sure if he believed her and that he wouldn't come back ....so she called me to warn me to pick up some wine and get my story straight. I asked Gabriel to come back with me just as back up... I didn't really give him any details other than that it would, possibly be doing you a massive favour. I thought you would sleep for the rest of the night.”
Well,
that changes things... Sort of. But I'm still pissed off that he’s seen me looking such a mess…. He hasn't taken his eyes off me and his look is more one of anger than of sympathy... Which rightly or wrongly I think I prefer. Anything but sympathy right now please!
“Will
someone pour me another glass of wine?”
I
deliberately don't say please ... Just to let them know I'm pissed off. Childish I know but, well....I'm pissed off. I look and feel like shit and the man that just starred in my super-hot wet dream is sitting staring at me from across the table!
Jemma
passes me a glass of wine and asks ... “Should you really be drinking with the pain killers and the sleeping pills you've taken?”
“
Will you fuck off and mind your own business for once, Jem?” What is wrong with me? I’m actually taking great pleasure in being a bitch....
“
There’s no need for that, she's just worried about you” Gabriel pipes up...Oh so they’re all going to gang up on me are they?
I
take a large swig on my wine and look at him as my head spins almost out of control, I already feel drunk or drugged I'm not sure which.... my words are slurring and I'm struggling to focus properly ...perhaps Jemma is right, pain killers, sleeping pills, alcohol, empty stomach. Not a good mix but there's no way I'm going to admit that. Staring at him, I drain my glass and continue to pour myself another.
“Lauren
” I hear Jo say. I ignore her and take another big gulp of wine looking at Gabriel I ask
“
What exactly are you doing here, Mr Suntanned Surfer Dude Type sex God....What was it, did you think offering me somewhere to live wasn't enough to insure you got your leg over, did you think by coming over here to do The Desperate Housewife another favour you would seal the deal?” ….Suntanned Surfer Dude Type Sex God.... Really, where the fuck did that come from??!!