His Angel: The Angel Trilogy Book One (7 page)

“I’d pay it too. You deliver.” Just as I finish my statement I hear something from the bathroom. “I gotta go Nat.” I quickly end the call.

I walk to the bathroom door and hear her cry.

FUCK!

She makes my fucking heart hurt and I have never had that happen before. So sweet and innocent. She isn’t the party girl that Amy is and I know going to that piece of shit club is probably way outside of her comfort zone.

I wanted to take her the fuck out of there, every douchebag in that place was watching her, but she doesn’t know me like I know her and I couldn’t risk freaking her out the way I know Damassi did.

My hand rests on the doorknob. I want her so fucking bad. I can still feel the touch of her soft skin on my hands. I have never known that feeling before. I’ve waited so long for this moment and it’s finally here.

The door opens and Abby stands there, her hair dripping wet and a towel hanging from her small body. I need to touch her. I need to show her so many things, things I’m not even sure that I know myself.

Chapter Five

Abby

I’m in the tub shriveling up like a prune until the water becomes cold. I let the water out to run down the drain and grab the towel that hangs on the wall. I’m so exhausted from crying I don’t have the energy to dry myself off. With water dripping off of my hair and body, I open the door and there stands Evan, tall, dark, and dangerous.

He’s dangerous for me in this moment. I want to connect, but this is going to end badly. Badly is the only way this
can
end.

“Abby?” His warm hand reaches up to my face. “Are you ok? I heard you crying.”

“What do you care Evan? Isn’t there a hot, dark-haired woman at the club you would rather talk to?” Ok so I’m totally being a bitch. He was only
talking
to her and we had a great time after and he isn’t my man. I’m just being sensitive I guess.

“Abby, there isn’t anyone anywhere that I want more than I want you right now.

In this moment I could go to my room and cry until I can’t breathe or I can live for the now. Live in it with this beautiful man. As soon as he sees the broken crumbling Abby he will leave. Of that I am most certain.

He searches my face, but I am too numb to answer his earlier question, there are no answers for me to give. I am hollow, empty, and tired of being alone. I can’t swallow the lump in my throat.

“Tell me what you’re feeling, Abby.”

I can’t speak, I try, but the words won’t come out. I want this man in front of me, more than that I
need
him; on me, in me, around me. I need him to drown out the rejection.

“Abby, I need to know what you’re feeling.” His face is so perfect, innocent and yet he’s so bad all at the same time. His dimples sit on either side of his cheeks, his bright blue eyes hide so many things, and his lips are plump and wanting. I can’t take my eyes off of his lips. I lick mine in response.

“Amy went to Dom’s and I told her I would stay and look after you.”

So we’re alone?
Every thought leaves my head in that very second. I reach for his face letting my towel fall from my body. He stares at me questionably, but I still don’t have the answers. He reaches for my hips pulling me to him. His hands are hot and wanting. I’m ice cold and I need his warmth; I crave it, on me, in me.

His lips meet mine with gentle force that commands me to reciprocate. I run my hands through his hair wanting to lose myself in him.

“Are you sure? Please... tell me you’re sure!” His demand is so sexy. His lips barely leave mine as he speaks.

“I need this, I so want this,” I breathe in his mouth.
Please don’t hurt me.

His hands leave my hips lightly rubbing across my back, pulling me into his heat. In one fell swoop he picks me up in his arms, cupping my ass in the warmth of his hands and carries me through the doorway of my bedroom.

Evan very gently sits me down on my queen size bed. I lie there, exposed and raw for this man. I stare up at him wanting every inch of him. He searches my face for an eternity, slowly gripping his white t-shirt from the bottom, exposing the V just above the lip of his jeans, and then brings the t-shirt over his roughly defined, tanned abs.

Oh my!

The area between my thighs aches, my nipples harden. I haven’t been touched in such a very long time, and even when I had been touched, I didn’t feel like this.

I become confused. I can’t think,
not now!
I tell myself.

He throws the t-shirt and it lands on my dresser. Evan reaches for the button on his jeans and slowly pulls them over his tight ass, letting them fall. I close my eyes, gripping my pillow.

I have never been so ready to be saved from the darkness that lives in my mind and the loneliness that lingers with me every single day of my life.

He gently crawls onto my bed, placing his arms to my sides. I open my eyes, not looking back. “Make love to me,” I breathe.

“Abby, I want you so fucking bad.” His lips crush mine, pulling me to him with lust and desire. He hides his face in my throat. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” he says.

So long? I’ve only known him for one night. Don’t think Abby!

Our legs entwine with one another’s.

“I’ve been falling apart for you,” he breathes into my mouth.

The feeling of being wanted and not rejected is like gold, like air in my lungs for the very first time in my life. His hands caress my body slowly, taking my breast into his possession. His lips leave my mouth so that his tongue can run wild over my hard nipple.

The pleasure aches, I
never
want this paradise to end. I reach for his hardness, needing him to be inside of me. He instantly catches both of my hands in one of his and holds them tightly with fierce control. My heart beats against my chest like a drum from the excitement.

“Don’t...” he whispers, leaving my nipple, heading to my stomach. “I want all of you,
all
of you, Abby,” he says as his lips meet the aching spot between my thighs.

“Ahh...”
Damn!
My mind is already blown. To the fucking moon.

“That’s it Abby, let it go. I’m taking all of you.” His mouth is so hot and I’m so ready, like this is the first time for me. His body is hard and I want to touch him everywhere, but he won’t let me.
Damn it!

His tongue moves in a swift motion over my aching clit as his fingers slide into my wetness, my hips beg for more. The rush brings me closer.

“Oh Abby, come for me, I want to hear my name drip from your mouth.”

He strategically moves his fingers and tongue together in harmony as I crash with an exploding fire bubbling from my core. I grab for his hair screaming his name. I can’t stop and he doesn’t either. I explode again around his fingers tightening myself around him, never wanting to let him go.

“I need you inside of me
now
!” I pull him to me, needing him more than ever. His lips meet mine, crushing me with the taste of me on him. “I want to touch you,” I breathe, reaching down to take every inch of him in my hands.

Oh the size is unexpected and a little scary. He’s wet at the top. The thought that I can turn this god on is exciting to me. I stroke him from top to bottom rubbing his balls with my free hand.

“Ah... Fuck!” he cries, surprising me, but I can’t stop. I never want to stop.

He reaches to his side and I hear a foil packet. He fumbles with his large, hard erection placing the condom on.

“
I’m NEVER
letting you go Abby,” he growls as he brings himself to my wetness.

He brings the head of his cock to my opening and grabs my thighs, throwing them out of his way so he can take me deep. Every inch is wanted as I stretch for him, needing everything he has to offer. I wrap my legs around him and pull his face to mine. He stares at me with a soft expression that scares the shit out of me. I have never seen that look before. The look that says,
“You’re mine”.

“Take me Evan, all of me... Please, I want to feel you, I
need
to feel you!” I beg.

He searches my face. “Are you on the pill?” he whispers in my ear, running his tongue down my neck.

“Yes, are you clean Evan?” I gasp.
Holy hell!

“I’m grade A clean Abby.” He pauses to gently kiss my lips. “I want all of you Abigale. I want to feel you against my hard cock more than you will ever know,” he hisses.

He wants the contact as badly as I do.
No, I want it more.

He slides the condom off, removing the only barrier between us. He ties it and throws it to the trash can near the window and moves inside of me with ownership. Ownership I
need
him to take.

“Oh, fuck,” he hisses.

He feels hot in my swollen spot, he lifts my ass to push deeper and I take all of him. My nails dig into his shoulders as I hold on for dear life. I’m spinning out of control as he fucks me into oblivion.

Into absolute oblivion!

“Good girl!” he growls as my inner sexy girl demands all of him.

This is the first time I have done this since Marco left and this orgasm is going to destroy me. I come with an uncontrollable burst of pleasure. I scream his name absolutely positive every neighbor I have is getting a show. He pushes harder and harder releasing his own ecstasy with the most erotic groan I have ever heard.

He pulls me even closer crushing his lips to mine. His body covers me and he’s holding me like his life depends on it. Our breathing slows as we drift off to sleep.

I open my eyes to the sun beating on my face with its warmth. Quickly remembering what I experienced the night before, a smile of pure satisfaction covers my face.

I roll over to see the beautiful man that gave me so much more than he can possibly know.
He’s gone!
My heart sinks as I jump up, looking to my dresser for his t-shirt and it’s gone too. I flop back in my bed with a tear escaping from my emerald eye.

What did you expect Abby? A knight in shining armor? Yea not likely. Marco didn’t stay why would Evan? I don’t even know him. It would have been nice to have someone that wanted to be with me though.

I grab my robe, slipping inside the cool satin. I glance to the trash can seeing the leftovers of my pleasure. Both of my eyes give up on holding the tears back now.

I walk into the bathroom to brush my teeth and run a brush through my lengthy, tangled bed hair. I hear something in the other room as I turn the bathroom light off and remember Amy is in town so I quickly dismiss the noise.

My life has so far consisted of pain and despair; some despair I refuse to share with anyone. I need to have someone close to me to keep the trash in my mind at bay. It is only when I feel whole that the memories aren’t taking me over.

In the past when going over the edge of the cliff seemed to be my only way out my mother had been there to catch me. Once my father learns that I’m not going to attend medical school there will be absolutely nothing that my mother can do to catch me or maybe I’m just being a spoiled brat. I sigh.

The coffee is hot and ready thanks to my handy dandy coffee pot timer. I don’t see Amy.
Huh, I wonder what that noise was.
I pour a cup and head towards the chair next to the large window that overlooks Vernon Fountain.

I rest my feet on the ottoman tapping my fingernail on the coffee cup. The park is busy and from this view I can see a hundred people gathered around the fountain, throwing their change in and making wishes.

“I would have followed you anywhere.” A tear falls as I cry. I
would
have followed Marco anywhere. I would have left
everything
; for him not to have abandoned me. Now all I have are memories and I don’t want to survive anymore. I grab my phone and text Amy.

Abby:
Where r u?

Amy:
Hey doll, Dom is bringing me home and then we can hang out.

Abby:
K see ya soon.

I shower and put the, I’m-a-happy-girl face back on. I glance to the clock and it is twelve-twenty-two

It’s five o’clock somewhere
I decide and pour myself a glass of wine.
A very large glass.

My phone rings with an unknown number. My finger slides to the ignore button sending them to voice mail. I’m not ready for the drama at the other end.
Maybe after this bottle,
I laugh.

I toss the phone on the ottoman and stare out the window again. I see Amy heading up with her dark bob bouncing around her face.

“Hey doll…Oh I’ll take one of those,” she says, walking in and pointing her index finger towards the wine on the counter.

“Someone had fun last night.” This is purely an observation based on the noticeably disheveled clothing.

“You know what doll? You need another story.” She winks at me and gives me the, I’m-going-to-help-you-get- better look.

She downs her glass of wine and grabs my hands. “Let’s go do something crazy this week,” she whispers with excitement. “What would be something that you would never do in a million years?” This girl is serious.

Hmm what would I never do?
“Seriously?”

She nods.