Healing Gabriel (10 page)

Morgan screamed again as Lemon bleated loudly behind her. 
She knew she could back away towards the shed, the coyotes would go after Lemon,
but there was no way in hell she was leaving Lemon to be torn apart.  She
searched the ground for a branch or a rock, anything she could use as a weapon
as the coyotes crept forward.

* * *

Gabe cursed under his breath as he pulled into the driveway.
 It had taken him longer to get home than he had anticipated.  The storm was
much worse in town and the wind had knocked over a large tree.  It had blocked
the road and he’d had to turn around and double back before taking a different
route that had added an hour to his drive.

By the time he got to the farm the storm was in full force,
and he had to push to get the truck door closed against the fiercely blowing wind. 
The rain soaked him to the bone as he ran towards the sheep shed.  He could
hear the dogs barking and he ripped the door open to the shed and stepped
inside. 

The sheep were in their pens, Morgan must have brought them
in, and he petted Delilah absentmindedly when she crowded up to him, whining
softly.  Vincent was standing at the other door that led to the pasture, his
body stiff and his fur standing straight up.  He had stopped barking but was
growling and snarling at the closed door.

Gabe frowned.  What was going on?  Morgan had obviously
brought the sheep in but why had she left the dogs in the shed instead of
taking them to the house?  And what the hell was wrong with Vincent?

He crossed the shed and stared down at the trembling dog. 
“Vincent, what’s wrong?”

The dog barked sharply at him and pawed at the door of the
shed.  Gabe opened the door and the dog shot out into the pasture and
disappeared into the dark.

“Vincent, come!” Gabe shouted but the dog didn’t return. 
“What the hell?”

His blood ran cold when he heard her scream.  It was faint,
and if the wind hadn’t been blowing in the right direction he wouldn’t have
heard it at all.  He froze for half a second and then grabbed the rifle that he
kept on hooks above the door of the shed. 

Delilah came charging over and he shouted at her to stay
before slamming the door shut and running in the direction that Vincent had
disappeared.  He was halfway across the pasture when Morgan screamed again.  It
had come from the grove of trees, he was sure of it, and his pulse throbbing
and his stomach rolling with fear he raced towards the trees.

* * *

There was nothing, not a single branch or large rock, and
Morgan could feel the panic nipping at her as the coyotes advanced.  She
pressed harder against Lemon; the ewe made a strangled bleating noise but
didn’t squirm away.  It was frozen with fear.

Morgan moaned loudly when the coyote on the left crouched
down.  She reached for the ewe.  Fear had made her desperate, and she had the
wild idea that she would pick Lemon up and make a run for it. 

Before she could even lift the ewe from the ground, the
coyote leaped.  Something came out of the darkness, something dark and wet and
growling ferociously, and her frightened mind had just enough time to register
that it was Vincent before he hit the coyote mid-leap.  They tumbled to the
ground, snarling and snapping at each other, and she cried out when she heard
Vincent make a sharp howl of pain.

“Vincent!”  Crying and shaking, she realized with horror
that the other coyote was still slinking towards them.  It paid no attention to
its pack mate twisting and writhing on the ground with Vincent.  Its yellow
eyes stared hungrily at the ewe behind her, and Morgan wrapped her arms around
Lemon’s thick waist.

She heaved the ewe up, her arms shaking with the weight, and
took two steps forward.  Her sandals slid on the wet grass and she fell
backwards on to her ass, Lemon bleating with terror as she fell on top of
Morgan.

Morgan watched horrified as the coyote ran towards them. 
She jerked and shrieked in surprise when a loud shot rang out.  The coyote
collapsed to the ground only a few feet from where she was lying on the wet
ground.  She started to cry when she saw Gabe grimly lowering the rifle.

The second coyote, frightened by the gunshot, had torn free
of Vincent.  Vincent staggered forward and then collapsed to the ground as the
coyote barked once and turned to run.  Gabe raised the rifle to his shoulder
and Morgan buried her face in Lemon’s soft wool as a second shot rang out.

She cried out when Lemon was jerked away from her but it was
only Gabe.  He knelt beside her and cupped her face.  “Morgan!  Honey, are you
okay?  Are you hurt?”

“No, I’m fine.”  She gasped out.  “Vincent, check on
Vincent!”

He hesitated and she clawed at his shirt.  “Gabe, go! 
Please!”

He turned and ran towards Vincent as she staggered to her feet
and followed him.  She dropped to her knees beside Vincent’s still body.

“Oh no – oh please!  Gabe is he – is he dead?”  She started to
weep as she touched Vincent’s wet fur.

Gabe shook his head.  “No, but we need to get him to the
vet.”  He lifted Vincent into his arms and strode towards the barn.  Her hands
shaking and rain mixing with the tears on her face, Morgan grabbed his rifle
and followed him, Lemon trailing behind her.

Morgan watched dully as Gabe parked the truck in the
driveway and shut it off before sliding out.  He crossed in front of the truck,
the wind blowing his dark hair, and opened her door.  She took his offered hand
and made no objection when he led her to the farmhouse instead of the carriage
house.

He sat her down at the table and turned the kettle on. 
“I’ll make you some tea okay?” 

She didn’t reply and he frowned when she stood and began to
pace back and forth in the small kitchen.  Her face was pale and although their
clothes had mostly dried while they had waited in the vet clinic, he could see
her entire body shaking wildly.

He took her arm and pulled her to a stop.  She stared up at
him blankly, her eyes rimmed with red from crying.

“Morgan I – “

“Please Gabe.”  She whispered and he pulled her into his
embrace.  She wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him fiercely,
burying her face in his damp t-shirt as she started to cry again.

“Honey, don’t cry.  Vincent’s going to be okay.  He made it
through the surgery just fine.”

“He saved my life Gabe.  We shouldn’t have left him there.” 
She whimpered.

He stroked her soft hair.  “The vet’s going to monitor him
overnight and Delilah is with him.  It’s better for him to stay in the clinic
where the vet and his staff can keep an eye on him.”

He tipped her chin up and brushed away the tears with gentle
fingers.  “Are you okay?  You haven’t stopped shaking once.”

She took a deep breath.  “Yeah, I was just so scared and –
and I didn’t know what to do.  I couldn’t leave Lemon, I just couldn’t.”

“I know honey.”  He hugged her again, rubbing her back
gently through her shirt, and she leaned her head against his chest.

The clock said it was only ten and she blinked in shock.  It
felt much later to her.  Gabe’s deep voice rumbled above her.

“Are you hungry?”

She shook her head no and snuggled closer to his solid
warmth. 

“I’ll make you some tea.”  He whispered.

“I don’t want tea.”  She stared up at him and he swallowed
thickly.

“I’ll walk you back to your house.”

“I don’t want to be alone tonight Gabe.”  She murmured. 
“Please don’t send me away.”

His heart sped up as he stared down at her sweet face.  “I
won’t.  You can stay here tonight.”

“In the guest room?”  She asked quietly.

“If that’s what you want.”

“I don’t.”  She replied immediately.  She pressed herself
against him, burying her face back in his chest as she stroked his back.

He tried to casually move his pelvis away.  His lack of
self-control had reared its ugly head and despite his best efforts to control
it, his cock was reacting to her closeness.  She made a soft noise in the back
of her throat and pressed herself firmly against his hardness.

“Gabe, have you been with a woman before?”  She stared up at
him and he looked away, his face reddening.

She reached up and tilted his face back towards hers,
running her fingers lightly over the scarred skin.  “Have you?”

He shook his head.  “No.”

“Will you let me be your first?”  She asked gravely.

“I don’t want your pity Morgan.”  He said hoarsely.

She frowned.  “It isn’t pity Gabe.  I want you.  I want you
so badly I can barely sleep at night.”

She took his hand and rested it against her breast.  He
could feel her nipple pressing against his palm and his hand squeezed
reflexively.  She inhaled sharply and pressed her hips against him again.

“This has nothing to do with pity and everything to do with
needing, wanting, to have you inside of me.”  She ran her fingers over his
mouth, smiling a little when he thrust his pelvis against hers.

“Will you take me to your bed Gabriel?”  She whispered.

“Yes.”  He rasped.

She smiled.  “Good.”

She pushed away from him and turned the kettle off before
reaching for his hand.  She linked their fingers together and led him down the
hallway.  She stopped in front of his office and walked inside.  He frowned and
followed her.

“Morgan?  What are you doing?”

“Do you have any condoms?”

“Shit.  No.”  He gave her a look of such dismay that she had
to bite back a smile. 

“May I use your laptop for a moment?”

He nodded and watched as she went online.  She clicked the
mouse a few times, and her fingers typed quickly over the keys before she held
out her hand.  “Come look at this.”

He stared at the screen, realizing after a moment that he
was looking at her medical records online.

“It’s the results of the tests I had done a few years ago.” 
She said softly.  “I haven’t been with anyone in three years and I’m on the
pill.  If you’re still not comfortable with that, I’ll run into town and buy a
box of condoms.”

He shook his head.  “No, I trust you Morgan.”

“Okay.”  She logged out and holding his hand, led him to his
bedroom.  She reached for the light and he covered her hand with his before she
could flip the switch.

“Can we – can we leave the lights off?”  He asked.

“Yes.”  She smiled at him and tilted her face towards his. 
“Kiss me Gabe.”

He dipped his head and kissed her with a light, gentle
brush.  She smiled and cupped the back of his neck, pulling him forward and
pressing her lips firmly against his.  She traced his lips with her tongue, and
when he opened his mouth she slid her tongue in and lapped at his.

He groaned and his hands shot out to grab her around the
waist.  He yanked her against him and kissed her hungrily.  He was a fast
learner, Morgan decided breathlessly.  Already he was bolder, more confident
about kissing her, and when he flicked his tongue against her upper lip, a
shudder of desire went through her.

He slid his hands down and cupped her ass, squeezing it
through her jeans.  He pushed her against his cock as he kissed his way to her
ear.  He panted harshly into her ear as his big hands kneaded and squeezed
roughly.

He moved one hand to her breast and pulled at her nipple
through her shirt and bra.  She gasped and he dropped his hand, staring at her
anxiously.

“I’m sorry, did that hurt?”

She shook her head.  “No, that definitely didn’t hurt.”

She stepped back and stripped off her shirt before
unbuttoning her jeans and pushing them down her legs.  She stood in front of
him in her bra and panties, liking the way his face flushed as he stared at
her.

She tugged his shirt over his head and reached for the
buttons on his jeans.  He was wearing a pair of boxer briefs under them and she
traced the waistband with her finger.  He shuddered all over and groaned
loudly.

“Morgan, I don’t know if I – “

He paused, not really knowing how to tell her he was afraid
he was going to come the minute she touched him.

She smiled and kissed him briefly.  “I know.  Just relax;
we’ll go slowly.”

“I’m not sure that I can.”

She smiled again and kissed his bare chest.  “No matter what
happens, it’ll be amazing.”

“I don’t know about that.”  He muttered as she trailed a
soft path of light kisses across his chest.  Her mouth found his flat nipple
and when she sucked on it he made a low groaning cry.

“Oh my God, don’t – don’t do that Morgan.”  He moaned.

“You don’t like it?”  She whispered before circling it with
her tongue.

He arched his back.  “No, I like it, I just – “

His cock was so hard it was painful, and he wasn’t aware
that he was pumping his lower body against hers until she pressed her hands
against his hips.  “Stop Gabe.”

“Please.”  He whispered desperately.

She started to reach for his underwear and he stepped back
from her.  “It’s probably better if you don’t touch me there.”

She nodded.  “Take off your underwear.”

He pushed them down his legs and stepped out of them,
fumbling nervously as they tangled around his ankles.  When he looked up again
she was standing naked in front of him, her bra and panties on the floor, and
his ability to breathe was lost.

He looked her up and down, his eyes lingering on her pink
nipples and the dark curls between her thighs. 

“You’re so beautiful.”  He said hoarsely and she flushed
prettily.

“You’re beautiful too.”

She stared eagerly at his cock for a moment; it was large
and thick, jutting out proudly from his body, and she was growing wet just
looking at it.  She didn’t think Gabe had any idea just how impressively big he
was. 

She crawled on to his bed and lay on her back, patting the
spot beside her.  “Lie down Gabe.”

He didn’t have to be told twice.  He climbed on to the bed
and lay on his side next to her.  He couldn’t stop staring at her breasts.  He
wanted to touch them again; he wanted to kiss them and taste her nipples on his
tongue.

As if she had read his mind, her soft hand cupped the back
of his head and tugged his mouth towards her breast.  He dipped his head and
took one hard nipple into his mouth.  She moaned at his touch and arched her
back as he sucked lightly on the taut peak. 

“Harder.”  She whispered and he tightened his mouth around
her nipple and pulled.

She shivered against him, her hands holding his head against
her breast as he licked and tugged on first one nipple and then the next.  He
licked between her breasts and then cupped them with both hands, pushing them
together so he could run his tongue from one nipple to the next.

She twisted and moaned beneath him as he traced his tongue
up to her collarbone and nipped lightly at it. 

“Oh Gabe.”  She whispered.  His cock throbbed and pulsed and
he realized that it was leaking all over her leg.  Embarrassed, he pulled his
pelvis away and she frowned at him. 

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”  He wanted to wipe the moisture from her leg
before she saw it.

She followed his gaze and his face heated up.  “I’m sorry.”

She shook her head immediately.  “There’s nothing to be
sorry about.  I’m just as turned on as you are.”

He stared at her doubtfully and she took his hand and parted
her thighs.  “It’s true Gabe.  Touch me and you’ll see.”

She put his hand between her thighs and spread her legs
further apart.  “Touch me honey.”

His hand shaking, he pushed two fingers against her.  She
was warm and wet and his fingers glided easily against her skin.  Panting
harshly, he probed gently at her tight opening, gasping a little when his
finger slid easily inside of her.

Her hips arched, taking more of his finger into her, and she
groaned loudly.  He pulled his finger free, but when he tried to move his hand
away she clamped her thighs around it.

“No, don’t stop honey.  It feels so good.”  She kissed him
hard on the mouth, thrusting her tongue into his mouth.  She sucked on his
lower lip and traced gentle fingers over his face.  He didn’t flinch when she
stroked the scarred side of his face and then his chest.  She ran her fingers
across the bumpy skin as he pushed his finger back inside of her.  He pushed it
in and out, watching her face as her eyes closed and she bit at her bottom lip.

He licked her lip and she opened her mouth so he could slide
his tongue inside.  She sucked hard on it and he rubbed his cock against her
smooth thigh.  It was almost enough to make him come and he forced himself to
stop.

She reached down and took his hand.  “Touch me here Gabe.” 

She moved his fingers up to her clit and, holding her hand
over his, began to move his fingers in a circular motion.  After a moment she
let go and he continued to rub tentatively at the small pink nub.  It was wet
and slippery and it swelled and hardened under his fingers.

“That’s right honey.  Just like that.  It feels so good.” 
Her skin was flushed and he watched as she began to pant and thrust her hips
against his hand.

“Yes, oh yes.”  She moaned.  He rubbed harder, circling and
pressing firmly on her clit.  Her fingers were digging into the biceps of his
arm, and her whole body was moving restlessly on the bed.  He dipped his head
and captured one nipple in his mouth.  It was as hard as glass and he sucked
firmly on it, rubbing her clit as she suddenly stiffened under him and her back
arched up off the bed.  She made a short cry of pleasure and wetness filled his
hand.  She collapsed against the bed, panting harshly.

“Your turn.”  She smiled at him.

She urged him on top of her and he slipped between her legs,
kneeling between them.  She spread her legs wide and he pushed his pelvis
against hers, groaning in frustration and need when he slid against her
wetness.

“Here – right here.”  She reached between them and took his
cock in her hand, guiding it to her wet opening.  He pushed and made a loud
groan of pleasure when he sunk deep into her warm wetness.

“Oh God…” He groaned.  He stayed perfectly still, his chest
heaving for air, and she smiled up at him. 

“Your cock is so big Gabe.”

He stared down at her in surprise.

“What?”  She whispered.

“You – you never say bad words.”

She grinned and tugged his ear down to her mouth.  “Maybe
it’s because I’ve never had such a big cock in my pussy before.”

“Christ Morgan!”  He cried out, his pelvis jerking against
her as a throb of pleasure went straight to his cock.

She sucked on his earlobe.  “Does it feel good Gabe?”

“Yes.  You’re so warm Morgan.”

“You’re so thick, so hard…” Her voice had deepened with
desire, and he thrust hard into her in an involuntary response.

She made a cooing noise of pleasure and lifted her legs,
planting her feet on the bed and squeezing his hips with her knees.  “That’s
right honey, fuck me.”

He shuddered all over and then he was plunging in and out of
her with hard, deep strokes.  A small dim part of him was afraid he was hurting
her but he couldn’t stop.  He closed his eyes, his breath rushing in and out of
his lungs like a freight train as he thrust frantically within her.