Following two steps behind Angel as she makes her way to Prez’s office, I don’t know how to feel about her rejection. On the one hand I’m fucking proud of her inner strength, she’s had to be strong to cope with her dad’s abuse. But I can’t help feeling a hollow sting that she doesn’t want to let me carry some of her burden.
Until this moment I thought she understood how I felt about her, but maybe I’ve been blind. I’m not the type of man who will sit by and let his woman suffer alone when I can protect her, it’s just not in my nature.
I don’t need to be the one in charge standing at the front, but I sure as fuck plan to stand right fucking next to her and definitely not trailing behind like a useless spare part. She was doing really well until I mentioned her father and then it was like a switch flipped in her head and the mask she uses to protect herself jumped right back into place.
Angel’s an enigma; she’s so innocent and sheltered, but her will to survive is so prevalent that she can become whoever and whatever she needs to get her through life. Right now, she’s hard and trying to stand alone without any help or support. From the little she’s told me, it seems like she’s been alone since her sister died. Our histories are similar; we both understand how it feels to have no-one in your life. I was lucky, I found the Sinners; they saved me and then they led me to her.
I’m trying really hard to respect her need to stand tall on her own, but I can’t. As she lifts her fist to knock on Prez’s door I grab her hand and swing her around to face me. “You’re not going in there like this, Angel.”
A scowl crosses her face, but she clears her expression almost immediately “What are you talking about? I just want to find out what my father’s doing.”
“Bullshit, baby. I can see your mask and you need to take a minute to calm the fuck down and let it drop. You’re not alone, do you hear me? You. Are. Not. Alone. We are not going to let him get near you. I am not going to let him take you. I’m so fucking proud of how strong you are, but you don’t have to shoulder all of the burden anymore. You are mine and you need to hear this right now and understand it. When you need me, I’ll stand in front of you and shelter you from the entire fucking world. The rest of the time I’ll stand by your side and we’ll face whatever comes our way together.”
Angel stares at me and I stare back. I don’t know what she’s thinking but I know this isn’t the moment to back down. Since she showed up two nights ago, her masks have been dissolving and I’ve seen the real Angel. That’s the woman I’m falling for and I’m not prepared to lose even a moment of the real Angel because of her douchebag father.
She closes her eyes for a second and when they open they’re filled with tears. I scoop her into my arms and fold her into me. Her chest shakes with silent sobs and I carry her to a quiet corner and sink down to the floor, cradling her against me as she cries.
“Don’t let him take me, please don’t let him take me.” Her sobs muffle her words, but I can still hear them.
“Never. Never, you’re mine,” I whisper into her hair over and over until her sobs subside and her breathing calms.
“It doesn’t matter what Prez tells us or what your dad does, you’re an adult and there’s no law that says that you can’t leave his house. You’re my woman and you’re a sinner; we will keep you safe and the sooner your dad realizes that, the better.”
She lifts her tearstained face and looks at me. “I’m scared,” she whispers.
Cupping her face with my hands, I wipe the tears from her cheeks with my thumbs. “It’s okay to be scared, baby. You don’t have to be brave all the time, not anymore. You just have to tell me when you’re struggling, and I’ll be brave for you.”
“I’m so glad I met you,” she says, her voice thick with tears and emotion.
“Me too, Angel. But it wasn’t random. I knew the moment I set eyes on you. You’re what I didn’t know I was waiting for.”
Her eyes soften and rising onto her knees she kisses me. “Maybe we’re each other’s reward? Fates gift for making it this far.”
“You’re the best fucking present I’ve ever got, baby,” I say with a wink.
Angel laughs, and I wipe the last of the tears from her cheeks. Standing, I pull her upright and take her hand. “Come on, let’s go see what your dad’s been up to and then we can hibernate in our room for the rest of the day.”
Knocking on Prez’s door, we wait for his shout, then enter his office hand in hand. Prez is sitting behind his desk and Blade is slouched in his usual chair. I take the chair next to him and when I refuse to release Angel’s hand she sinks down into my lap.
“What’s the latest?” I ask Prez before he gets a chance to speak.
He raises his eyebrows at me and then focuses on Angel. “I contacted the sheriff’s department at nine this morning and informed them that you were here, living at the compound with Daisy. I explained that you’re an adult and more than capable of choosing to leave your parents’ home. Unfortunately, because your dad is telling people that you’re not capable of looking after yourself, the sheriff wants to meet with you. He needs to see for himself that you’re okay and not here against your will.”
“My father is the sheriff’s boss; he’ll try to force me to go home.” Angel says, her body rigid against mine.
Both Prez and Blade chuckle. “Dove, honey, the sheriff has been on the Sinners’ payroll for the last fifteen years. Your dad might be the mayor, but Sheriff Matthews isn’t stupid; we keep this town clean and safe and we have for a very long time. This is just a formality; he’ll be here in a minute and then you’ll no longer be a missing person. I doubt your dad will give up, but it’ll knock the wind out of his sails for a while. There are only three more days until the exchange date. This will all be over soon.”
A knock at the door ends all conversation. “Come in,” Prez shouts and the door opens to reveal the sheriff, with Smoke lurking ominously behind him.
“Sheriff, come on in,” Prez says, a bright smile on his face.
The sheriff, a middle-aged man with a gut and a combover, enters the room. He’s a slimy, fucking weasel but he comes in useful on occasion and he makes sure that any of our less legal dealings are overlooked.
Prez stands up and offers his hand to the sheriff. They shake and the sheriff settles into the seat next to me and Angel.
Prez sits back down behind his desk. “Thanks for coming in, Bob. Like I said over the phone we don’t really understand why such a fuss has been made over two kids moving in together. This here is one of my boys, Daisy, and his Old Lady, Dove, though I suppose you’d know her better as Angelique Jefferies.”
The sheriff turns his attention to Angel. “Angelique Jefferies,” he says.
“Yes, Sir,” Angel replies and leans forward to offer her hand to the sheriff. Outwardly she looks calm and happy, but I can feel how stiff her body is when the sheriff takes her hand. They shake briefly and Angel quickly pulls her hand away and places it against my thigh.
“You’ve caused a whole heap of trouble, young lady. Your parents are beside themselves, worried out of their minds. Would you mind explaining why you ran away?” the sheriff asks her.
“Sir, with all due respect, I’m an adult. I didn’t run away. I wasn’t happy living with my parents, so I made the decision to move in with my boyfriend. I don’t have a particularly good relationship with my father and his resentment toward the Sinners is well known, which is why I chose not to tell him where I was. Honestly, I’m embarrassed that my father has blown this so far out of proportion. As you can see, I’m perfectly fine, but I have no intention of returning to my parents’ home.” Angel’s voice is level and strong and only I can feel the tremors that are running through her body.
The sheriff stares at Angel for a moment and then with a sigh he turns back to Prez. “That’s good enough for me. Sorry I had to come down here like this, but you know what a dick our fine mayor can be. I’ll go break the news that his daughter’s shacked up with a biker, that should make for a fun afternoon. I’ll let him know that as she’s over eighteen she can live wherever she pleases, but I can’t guarantee he won’t turn up here.”
Prez nods his head, “Don’t worry about it, Bob. I know how it is. We’ll keep an eye out for him, but you might want to let him know that Dove is Daisy’s old lady—she’s a Sinner and we won’t tolerate any bullshit.”
The sheriff visibly swallows, then purses his lips and nods slowly. “I’ll pass that along.”
Prez rises from his seat and the sheriff hurries to follow suit. “Thanks again, Bob. Blade can show you out.”
Blade crosses the room, holds open the door and the sheriff scurries through it. Blade turns smirking, before he follows, closing the door behind them.
“My father won’t give up,” Angel says.
“I know. I imagine he’ll be here banging on the gate in a matter of hours. I wouldn’t put it past him to try to get Carduccio to retrieve you. This isn’t over, Little Dove, but don’t worry, we haven’t even started to play our hand yet,” Prez says with an excited grin.
“What should we do now?” Angel asks.
Prez laughs. “Go enjoy the peace and quiet; this is the calm before the storm.”
“Come on, baby, let’s go hibernate,” I suggest and hand in hand we walk back to our room. Closing the door behind us, Angel wanders across the room. “What do you want to do, baby? We could watch more of that show you picked? We can take a nap, talk? Whatever you want.”
“I want to have sex,” Angel says, her face expressionless.
“What?” I splutter.
“I want to have sex.”
My eyebrows furrow in confusion and I sink down onto the bed. “Hold on, Angel. You want to have sex?”
“Yes.”
“Where’s this coming from?” I ask.
What the fuck is going on? My cock’s been rock hard since the word sex came out of her beautiful mouth, but as much as I might want to, I’m not going to have sex with her right now. If she were any other woman I’d be naked and getting my cock sucked already, but this is Angel. She’s innocent, a virgin. I don’t want her first time to be a quick fuck while she’s frightened and waiting for her psycho dad to try to kidnap her. As much as it makes me a huge fucking pussy I want her first sexual experience to be special, I want it to be about us, and not a desperate act shrouded in fear.
“Angel, I’m not gonna have sex with you today,” I say simply.
“Why not?”
“Because that’s not how I want our first time together to be. I don’t want you to be thinking about all the bullshit that’s going on at the minute, or your fucking dad. The first time I slide inside of you I want you to be one hundred percent focused on us.”
Angel sighs and rolls her eyes.
“Angel, what the fuck is going on?”
“I just, want… need something to take my mind off it. He’s coming, Daisy. The moment the sheriff tells him I’m here, he’ll come and he’ll try to take me. I’m going to drive myself crazy just sitting here and thinking.”
She starts to pace backwards and forwards in front of me. Grabbing her hand, I stop her movement and pull her into me. “I’m not going to fuck you today, baby. I don’t want your dad to be any part of that, but I can help you stop thinking if that’s what you need.”
Her huge doe eyes focus on me and I watch her think over my words. A few seconds pass and she still hasn’t spoken. “Is that what you need, baby? If you want me to quiet that mind of yours, all you have to do is ask.”
“Help me stop thinking. Please,” she whispers.
Standing, I pull her close to me and kiss her. Her eyes fall closed and she lets out a moan of pleasure when my tongue starts to tangle with hers. When her body starts to relax into me I pull away from her lips and lift her into the air. She gasps and grips my shoulders tightly as I turn her, placing her on the bed. Her tiny body settles against the pillows and crawling between her legs I hold myself hovering above her.
“I want to kiss you, baby. I want to tease and lick and stroke you until you can’t think about anything other than the sensation of my tongue.”
“You just kissed me, Daisy,” she giggles.
“I know, baby, and your lips are fucking delicious, but now I want to kiss you here.” My hand slides up her thigh and I gently stroke one finger along the length of her pussy.
Her mouth forms an ‘O’ shape and her cheeks tinge pink. “I want your taste on my tongue. I want to lick where my fingers were last night. Do you want me to?”
Her eyes are wide, and I suddenly regret my words. “It’s okay if you’re not ready, I’ll find some other way to distract you.”
“I’ve never, no-one’s ever done that to me,” she says, stumbling over her words.
“I know, baby, and I can’t wait to be the first.”
Pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, I watch as she thinks. “Okay,” she whispers in a breathy voice.
All of the air in my lungs lurches out of me in a surprised exhale. I need to know that she really wants this and that she’s not just doing it because I suggested it. “I want you to say it, Angel. Ask me to taste you.”
I hold my breath, unsure what she’ll do. My mouth waters. I want to eat her perfect pussy more than anything, the taste of her on my fingers last night has been haunting me. I want to run my tongue through her hot, wet sex, and give her orgasm after orgasm, until her only conscious thought is my name.
“Daisy,” she says, her voice breathy and unsure. “I want you to taste me.”
I grin wickedly at her. “Baby, I’m gonna make you feel so good.” Leaning down I take her lips in a consuming kiss. Forcing my tongue into her mouth, I rub it against hers, until her hands tangle into my hair, pulling at the short strands. A small moan escapes her and pulling back, I nip at her bottom lip before trailing kisses along her jaw and down her neck.
She watches me lick a hot, wet path along the swell of her breasts, moving down her body until I’m resting on my elbows between her thighs. I push her skirt upwards, slowing revealing her cotton covered pussy. There’s a small, dark, wet spot on the fabric and I hold in the groan that tries to force its way from me. I drop a kiss against the pale skin of her inner thigh and she jumps. “You okay, Angel? If you want me to stop just say the word.”
“No. No, don’t stop,” she rasps.
Kissing the soft skin right below her panties, the smell of her arousal fills my nose. “Fuck, Angel, you smell so good.”
I run my finger up and down her sex, circling her clit through the damp fabric. Angel arches her back, tilting her pussy closer to my fingers. “Patience, baby,” I coo, as I press my tongue against her panties, teasing her.
She whimpers, and her hands grip the quilt beneath her. Trailing my fingers up to the waist of her panties, I slowly start to peel them over her hips. Angel lifts her ass off the bed and I slide the fabric down her thighs, removing them completely. Lifting them to my nose, I inhale deeply, before dropping them to the floor.
Settling myself between her legs, I push her thighs apart. Her pussy is all smooth, pale skin. “I like this, baby. I thought you’d have some hair down here, but I fucking love being able to see and taste every inch of you.”
Using a single finger, I stroke over her clit and straight down the length of her sex. Dipping just the tip inside her, I stroke back up to her clit and circle gently. Angel gasps loudly and her hips lurch into the air. Pressing a hand to her hips I hold her still as I replace my finger with my tongue.
Pushing on the back of one of her thighs, I encourage her to lift her leg and bend it at the knee. Once she’s fully open, I lean forward and lick from the top of her sex all the way down to her asshole. Her taste hits my tongue and I groan in pleasure, immediately wanting more.
I flick my tongue over her clit and Angel cries, her back arching off the bed. Licking a path between her hot, wet folds, I plunge my tongue inside her and start to fuck her tight pussy. Using my hands, I keep her legs apart, as her thighs try to clamp around my head. I alternate between licking her clit and fucking her with my tongue, until she’s chanting indecipherable words, gasps and moans.
Sliding a single finger inside her soaked pussy, I flick my tongue over her clit and start to pump my finger in and out of her slowly. Her hips flex and twitch as she writhes on the bed, forcing her pussy into my face.
I slide a second finger into her tight sex and speed up the movement of my tongue. Her pussy clamps down onto my fingers and her stomach clenches and tightens as her orgasm builds. Swirling my tongue in circles across her swollen clit, I feel the exact moment her orgasm peaks. Her pussy pulses, gripping my fingers, and her arousal fills my mouth. Her back lifts off the bed and she cries out in a scream of bliss.
Before her orgasm fades, I gently curl my fingers inside her and slowly massage against her swollen muscles. I flick my tongue across her sensitive clit and she cries out.
“Oh God, oh God. Daisy, oh my God.” Her words are punctuated by her hips twisting and grinding into my tongue. Within moments another orgasm hits and her body jerks upwards, a keening cry falling from her parted lips.
I watch as her pleasure abates, and her body collapses back onto the quilt. Her chest rises and falls in ragged pants and her eyes are closed. Her muscles slowly relax, and she melts into the pillows, a contented sigh falling from her lips.
Reluctantly, I pull away from her pussy and stare at her pink swollen folds, glistening with a mixture of my saliva and her arousal. My cock’s so fucking hard it hurts. Reaching down I adjust myself before dropping a final kiss to Angel’s pussy and moving up the bed to lie down beside her.
She crawls into my arms and rests her head on my chest. “Thank you,” she whispers reverently.
I chuckle. “You’re welcome, baby.”
Her erratic breaths gradually slow and when I think she’s fallen asleep I curl her closer into my body and rest my head on top of hers.
“Daisy.”
“Yeah, Angel.”
“I think I’m falling in love with you.”
“Is that cause I just gave you two orgasms?” I ask playfully.
Her finger digs into my ribs. “I take it back, I’m not falling in love with you.”
Flipping her onto her back I lie on top of her, caging her in with my arms. “Say it again, Angel.”
Huge doe eyes soften, and she lifts her head up and gently kisses my lips. “I’m falling in love with you, Daisy.”
Cupping her cheek with my hand I stroke my thumb across her soft skin. “I’m falling in love with you too, Angel.”