Free Saving Abel (Rocker Series) by Gina Whitney Page A

your belt buckle, or your cock, they latched on to any part of you they could. It was a vicious sea of opportunists. Thankfully, the driver was standing with the door open to welcome us. I nodded my hello, and let the girls in first. Gia moved to the end of the curved seat. I chose to sit on the back bench, which gave me the strategic advantage of facing forward. After all, I had to see where we were going. And Gia was cock-center—bull’s-eye.
    The rest of the crew filed in looking for comfortable places to sit. Not me. I was already fucking comfortable. Jake closed the door and immediately started making cocktails for the crew. I accepted a beer. I decided I would be low-key, chill out, breeze a few babes, and take it nice and easy. The banter was light with heavy eye-fucking going on between Woody and Cindy. Gia seemed to be fascinated by a piece of invisible lint on her dress. Nervously, she wrung her hands. I made her nervous. And that made my cock twitch and thicken painfully. Fuck . I adjusted myself with no shame. There was no shame in having a big cock. It was just a shame when you didn’t.
    Despite her anxiety, her daring eyes met mine. A playful smile pulled at the corners of her lips—those perfectly heart-shaped lips, lips that would be nirvana wrapped around my cock, killing me sweetly. Gia adjusted her position to face me head-on. Purposefully, she crossed and uncrossed her toned legs, serving me an agonizingly slow glimpse of her pussy. As in “look what I got for you, Abel.” Fuck me.
    I lost my breath for a moment and grabbed the door handle to brace myself. I needed to tether myself to something tangible to keep from fucking losing my shit in my pants. The air-conditioning button was above me. I turned that fucker on high. I never took my eyes off of her, though. Something snapped in me. My blood pushed through my veins with the force of Niagara Falls. I wanted to take her over my knee there and then for that display. She was being a perfect little brat. The thought of her perfect globes under my hand had my heart pounding. My resolve was to own her, mind, body, and motherfucking soul. I extended my hand to her. She accepted it with a sly smile. There was no smiling for me. My dick fucking ached .
    I helped her onto my lap, my jeans playing cock-block. Ender was the first to notice. He frowned. Woody, Jake, and Dave’s eyes followed, but they each went back to their conversations. I paid them no mind. I had a gorgeous girl perched on my lap who needed schooling. Now she had my full attention. I had fought this all I could, but I was fucking done with that.
    “You like to poke the snake, little girl?” I asked, pulling her hair away from her ear as I nipped at her.
    She shuddered under my touch. I placed my commanding hand on her thigh to quiet her. Soon her body would come to know my touch, crave it, and need it. I would be the only nourishment she would require.
    “I needed to get your attention somehow, right?” she whispered, leaning into my chest and craning her neck toward my ear. “I’m trying to keep your attention. Tell me how a girl can do that.”
    She pressed her ass into my already rock-hard dick. Keep doing that, sweet girl … I never made promises, especially if I couldn’t keep them. Maybe, just maybe, I’d do a casual thing with her—just for the night. What could it hurt?
    “Well you’ve got it, babe. Let’s focus on tonight. Tonight you will be mine. I don’t like sharing. Are we clear?” I told her straight out how it would be: I didn’t fuck around or mince words. When I wanted something, I took it. And I wanted her. Even if it was for only one night.

    We arrived at Blue. The line as usual was wrapped around the building. Security was at the door to walk us in, as per Dave’s instructions. With Gia at my side, I made my way in amongst the screaming fans. We had a tremendous and loyal following. I made a mental note to thank Jake for heading up our social media. He