Chapter 20
The days slowly drag by. We’ve looked for the fucking Throwers, but come up with nothing. I’m not sure how the hell that will play out later, but for now, I’m content. I texted Angel, and told her to be ready with her riding gear on. I never thought she’d look that damn sexy in it, though. I haven’t even gotten off my damn bike. I’m too busy watching her ass in those jeans. She must feel me behind her. She turns around, her hair tumbling over her shoulder. Her smile brightens. Angel walks toward me but I can’t stop looking at her body. That girl is perfect, in every way.
“Why are you just sitting there?” Her eyes come to meet mine after I finally drag them away from her body.
“I was enjoyin’ the view.” Angel slaps at me. I grab her wrist, pulling her body into mine.
“You ready for your surprise?” Whispering against her lips, I grin. Angel doesn’t, though. She smashes her lips against mine, taking what she wants from me.
“I don’t like surprises, Devil. You know that.” Pulling back a little, I look into her eyes.
“Oh, I think you’ll like this one. Come on.” She smiles but it doesn’t meet her eyes. Something’s bothering her, and I don’t know what it is.
Maybe it’s just stress. Maybe she’s still a little unsure of everything. Whatever it is, I plan to find out and fix that shit quickly. I check to make sure her helmet is on tight enough for my liking. Shifting around, I rev up the bike. Having Angel wrapped around me the way she is, is like a slice of heaven. You know they say that the Devil, was once an Angel. Maybe that’s what I’m feeling. Pulling out, I head toward the new house. Aria has been so damn helpful with everything. I almost think Roc is a little jealous. He isn’t ready for all that, though. I know Aria wants it, but she’s content just being with Roc for now.
Angel lays her head on my back, her fingers traveling under the front of my shirt. I miss her touch every single night. I miss the warmth of her. Driving through town with her holding me tightly, I feel at peace. More so than I ever have. Her fingers tickle my skin. I love every second of it, too. Just a little further and I will get my answer to my question.
Is she ready to be with me?
***
Pulling into the driveway, my heart hammers hard in my chest. I’m worried. For the first time in my life, I’m fucking worried about what she’s going to say, and how she’s going to react. I cut the engine; practically leaping off the damn bike. Angel climbs off behind me watching me suspiciously.
“Come on.” Shit, I feel like a giddy school boy. I can’t wait to see her reaction to everything.
Angel watches me but she takes my extended hand. I lead her toward the door that I left unlocked. I didn’t want her to see me pull out a key. That would give it away. Turning the handle, her fingers tighten around mine.
“It’s ok.” I can feel her body shudder, not knowing what’s happening right now. I lead her inside and her mouth falls open.
“This is so cute!” It’s the same reaction Aria had. Hopefully that means I did something right.
“I decorated it. Well, Aria helped. Fuck, she mostly did it.” Angel laughs before looking up at me.
“Is this your house? I thought you lived at the clubhouse?” She asks me. Confusion furrows her beautiful brows.
“I did. I do. Fuck. Ok, gimme a minute. I need to recompose my ass.” Angel giggles having never seen me like this before. She has my ass in a bunch over all this. Angel glances around, letting go of my hand. I watch her wander around the living room, but when she picks up the picture in the black frame, my stomach cramps. Her hand comes up to cover her mouth.
“Who took this?” She asks before glancing up at me. I smile.
“Aria did one night. I didn’t know she did it until she sent it to me. It looks good, though.” Angel nods, tears falling down her cheeks.
Aria had snapped a picture at some point, of me and Angel. We were both smiling, which was a shock to me. It was perfect nevertheless.
“Our first family picture.” The words come out before I can rethink them. Angel sets the picture back on the shelf before walking toward me.
“Is that what I am?” Gripping her hands in mine, I pull her closer.
“You’re so much more than that.”
Angel stands in front of me looking as beautiful as ever.
“You mean it?” She asks. Nodding my head, how could she not believe me? How could she not see how much she means to me?
“I know you aren’t ready to be back at the clubhouse full time. I know it will take time for you to get back into bein’ there, but I need you, Angel. I can’t fuckin’ breathe when you’re not here. I bought this for you.” She doesn’t understand. I can see it in her eyes.
“What? Bought what?” Pulling back a little, I laugh at her. The look on her face is priceless.
“This house. Everything in it. It’s all for you. I just need you.” Her mouth falls open. Her eyes are full of tears.
She’s beautiful.
“What about you? Are you staying?” The laughter that erupts from me surprises her.
“I wouldn’t leave you again if I had to. I want this for us.” Angel swallows hard before leaning into me.
“You did all of this, for us?” Nodding my head, her hands come up to cup my cheeks.
“I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you, Devil.” Her lips claim mine. Her tongue pushes its way between my lips. I lift Angel in my arms, heading toward our new bedroom. I need this girl naked and under me. Breaking our kiss, I strip her clothes in record time. She watches me intently as I strip out of mine.
“You’re beautiful, Devil.” My grin couldn’t get any bigger.
“You’re my, Angel.” I climb up the bed, settling between her thighs. I grab my dick, rubbing it around her wetness before sliding in slowly. Leaning over her body, I brush my lips over her neck.
“You are everything I’ve ever dreamt of. I never knew I could want someone the way I want you.” Sucking her flesh into my mouth, she moans.
“I know you’re scared, and I know Throwers are still out there, but I promise to protect you with my life–Angel. Just be with me.” Rocking my hips, I slide in and out of her.
The slowness is torture for me but Angel needs to feel special, and loved.
“I will never give up on you, Devil.”