Chapter 14

 

“I don’t want to say, goodbye.”  Angel whines. I pull her closer to me. I don’t want to let her go either.

“It ain’t goodbye, darlin’.” I press my lips to her neck, making her moan. The door opens behind us but I can’t pull away from her, not yet. Angel wiggles a little, a sign for me to let her go. We both turn to see her mother beaming at her.

“Thank you for bringing her home,”  Her mom says, looking at me cautiously. Much the same as she did the first day I met her.

“It’s not a problem, ma’am.” Angel grips my hand tighter. Probably amazed at my ‘people’ skills.

“Would you like to join us for dinner? I’m sorry, I never asked your name.” Her mother says. Angel’s about to open her mouth when I speak first.

“Justin. My name’s Justin.” No one–and I mean no one–knows my real name. I came into the club a fucking Devil; I will leave the same way.

“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Justin. Please, come in. I’m, Janet.” Holding the door open for me, I’m actually nervous. I’ve never done the whole meet the parent’s thing. Angel walks in, pulling me along with her. It’s a strange feeling being in something so nice and fancy.

“Your house is beautiful,” I say to Janet. She turns to smile at me but I can’t stop looking at Angel. She’s practically glowing right now.

“You are so goddamn sexy.” Whispering against her ear, her body bursts into bumps. Shivers roll over her and I love every second of it. We follow behind her mom, a silence eating away at me. I don’t fit in here and the further we get into the house, the more I can feel it. I crack my neck to the side when Janet ushers us into what I assume to be the living room.

“Please. Sit. I’ll get us some drinks.” Sitting on the overly priced couch, I fidget. Yeah, you damn right I do. This is like something out of a bad movie. At any moment, I wait for the fucking SWAT team to move in on my ass.

“Are you really nervous?” Angel smiles at me but she doesn’t get it. This shit is unnerving.

“I feel like there’s about sixty cops ready to take my ass down if I breathe wrong.” Angel giggles but I don’t. This shit is just way too much for me.

“Everything’s ok, Devil.” Her fingers tighten around mine.

“I don’t know about all that.” 

***

Her parents were actually decent. I didn’t expect that. They have been friendly as shit, which shocks the hell out of me. Do they not see the kind of man their daughter has brought home? Covered in tattoos and piercings? Sitting on Angel’s bed is weird. There’s pink frilly shit everywhere you look. It’s nothing like what she had at the clubhouse.  A shocking realization hits me. She didn’t fit in there. She never did. This life, this is her.  I’m so lost in my own thoughts; I didn’t see her take off her dress. Standing in front of me wearing nothing at all, I groan.

“Naughty girl, aren’t you? You want the bad boy–to fuck you in mommy’s house?”  I ask her in a teasing tone. Angel steps in between my legs, her sweet pussy at just the right level. I reach between her thighs, sliding my finger through her wetness. Shoving her legs apart, I lean my head down. I stick my tongue out, dragging it right over her clit. Angel’s hands grip my hair as I flick at her most sensitive area. Her legs shake, making me smile.

“I want you on this bed–ass up–hands on the floor.” Her eyes come to meet mine, and I’m lost as always. Angel moves back as I stand up. She moves around me, climbing on the bed as I strip out of my clothes.  When I glance over, her ass is in the air, her hands planted on the floor.

“Goddamn, Angel,” I grunt. Grabbing my dick in my hand, I stroke it as she watches.

She licks her lips making me that much harder. I climb on the bed behind her, and I can’t stop the groan that escapes my mouth.  Her pussy glistens, waiting for me to slide inside. My hands grasp her ass, kneading and massaging it.

“You make me crazy–Angel.” Grabbing my dick in my hand, I position myself at her entrance. Sliding in slowly, I savor the feel of her. The way she clenches around me.

“Shit! I can feel every part of you.” Bucking my hips, I can’t go slow anymore. I need her. I need this. Thrusting as deeply as I can into her, she screams my name.

“You know I won’t stop if your mom comes in.” Holding her hips tightly in my grasp, she wants to laugh but at the same time, she knows I’m not joking. I put so much force behind each thrust that she has to bite her lip to keep from screaming. I can’t slow down, I need this. I need the release and God fucking help me, I need Angel. 

***

Angel lies with her head on my chest. The scent of sex lingers in her room.

“You ever have a boy in your room?” I teaser her. Angel giggles before placing a kiss on my chest.

“Never. You are the first.” I can’t help but grin at that.

“Such a bad girl. I wonder what mom would think of you fuckin’ a biker in your room. Maybe we should ask her.” Angel pokes me in the ribs making me laugh. That’s something I don’t do a whole lot of.

“I like this. I like when you’re happy.” I press a kiss to the top of her head.

“You make me happy, Angel.” She sighs against my chest. Her breath tickling my skin.

“Why can’t it always be like this?” I run my hand through her long hair. I wish it would work out this way but this isn’t my life.

“It could be for you.” Angel jumps up, resting her chin on my chest.

“Don’t start. I don’t want anyone else. I just need to get used to being back at the clubhouse. I promise I will, for you.” Shaking my head, I don’t want that.

“I don’t want you where you aren’t comfortable, Angel. There is no gettin’ used to it again. You don’t belong there.” I see the look in her eyes. I know what she’s thinking, but it’s true. She doesn’t belong there. She belongs in a home. She belongs somewhere safe, and away from all the fucking drama.

“Please don’t push me away again, Devil.” Her eyes tell me a story from her heart.

“I’m not pushin’ you away, Angel. I just need you to remember what you said to me. Don’t give up on me yet.” She nods as though she understands, but there is no way.

She doesn’t know what I mean. I need to finish what I’ve started.

I need to kill the motherfuckers that hurt her. I need to make things right for her. For me.

If I don’t do this, I will never feel worthy of having her.

“I won’t, Devil.” Her words hang in the air as she drifts off to sleep. As perfect as this day has been, I know it’s not the end. The end is nowhere in sight for me.