Angel’s naked body is pressed close against mine and I can feel her chest rising and falling as she sleeps peacefully. I love her. I knew what I was feeling, but I hadn’t planned to blurt it out the way I had last night, and I really hadn’t expected her to tell me she loved me too.
She’s so innocent—too perfect, too pure. She’s been my Angel since that very first time I saw her, and I’ll do whatever I have to do, to keep her safe and protected. Fate might have given us a fucked-up path to each other, but now I have her I don’t ever want to be without her again.
She gave me her virginity. No woman has ever offered me that before. Probably because the women I’ve been fucking weren’t sweet and untouched; in fact most of them were wild and unrestrained. Angel wanted me to be her first. I’m the first man to ever slide into her perfect fucking pussy and I’ll be the last, she’s one hundred percent only mine.
That’s a heady fucking feeling, I’m the only person who’ll ever know what she looks like when she comes. I’m the only person who’ll ever know what her pussy feels like when it’s clamped around my fingers or my cock. I’m the only person who’ll ever get to sleep with her naked body curled up next to them.
I don’t deserve her, but I want her anyway.
A white halo of her hair’s spread out across my arms, and she truly looks like an angel. Being inside her was better than anything I’ve ever felt before, she was so tight I could barely move. I need to ask her to get on some birth control because I want to feel her without a condom between us.
I’ve always been careful. The idea of going in any pussy bareback just seemed stupid, especially with the women I’ve fucked in the past. They were just a way to pass the time, only using each other to scratch an itch. I never dated, I never wanted to. Until I found Angel, I’ve never wanted to get to know a woman, why would I?
But she’s changed everything.
Dealing with her dad today had been a shit storm. I knew it would be bad but fuck he’s a serious piece of work. He spoke to Angel like she was a dog needing to be brought to heel. I never knew my parents, but I know that’s not how you speak to your kid. If Angel and I had a child, I’d love that baby more than anything else, I wouldn’t treat it like a commodity.
Her dad isn’t going to go away quietly. Carduccio’s gone and I don’t think he’s coming back, but if Angel’s dad can’t repay his loan, things are about to get uglier. I’ll do anything I can to make sure that his shit doesn’t blow back on Angel again. She’s my old lady and a Sinner now, and the Sinners look after their own. I know Anders and Blade and the rest of the club will do everything they can to protect her, but she’s my responsibility.
I’ve never loved anyone, or had anything worth keeping safe before, but I’ll never let anything happen to her. In such a short amount of time she’s become vital to me, she’s everything.
I don’t know how long I lie watching her sleep, but when her eyes start to flutter open, the warm sun has faded and a quiet darkness has taken its place.
“Hi,” she says, her voice sleepy.
“Hi.”
“Have you been watching me sleep?”
I chuckle lightly. “Yeah.”
“That’s weird.”
“I know. I love you though, so I think it’s okay,” I reply.
Her face breaks into a glorious smile. “I love you too.”
“You want to get dressed and go get a drink or you want to hide out in our bubble tonight? Either way I need to feed you so it’s up to you.”
She thinks about it for a minute. “What would you be doing if I wasn’t here?”
“I’d either be over at Beavers or I’d be playing some pool and having a few drinks.”
“What’s Beavers?” She asks.
“Err, I work security over at the titty bar that Grits runs a few days a week,” I say, cautious of her reaction at knowing I spend my time watching strippers.
“Oh. Should you have been there the last couple of days while you’ve been with me?”
I smile at her. I don’t know if the naked woman thing hasn’t sunk in with her yet or if she just isn’t bothered. “Yeah, but it’s okay. Smoke’s been covering my days.”
“I don’t want you to get in trouble because of me,” she replies earnestly.
“So you don’t mind that I work in a strip club?” I ask.
Her brow wrinkles. “I can’t tell you what to do, Daisy.”
“Sure you can. You’re my old lady,” I say.
“Daisy, do you love me? Are we together, as in me, you, and no one else?”
“Of course we are. You’re mine and I’m yours, no-one else gets to touch you and I don’t want anyone but you.” I growl.
A small blush covers her cheeks. “Okay then.”
I start to speak but I can’t find any words. She just left me dumbstruck and in awe of her faith in me. I try to speak again, then close my mouth. She’s right, there’s nothing left to say. I love her, she loves me and that’s enough. She doesn’t need to worry about me being around other women, because now I know she exists, why the fuck would I want anyone else? I’m not worthy of her, but I’ll fucking fight tooth and nail to keep her. She’s what I’ve been waiting my whole life for, she’s my future.
“I don’t want to keep you away from all of your friends, let’s get up and go have a drink,” she says sweetly.
Quickly rolling her beneath me I kiss her. “I don’t like any of them as much I do you. Plus, you’re naked. I’m a big fan of naked.”
She giggles and wraps her arms around my neck.
“You sore?” I ask.
She looks away from me and the blush that had faded, blooms back into her cheeks. “A little.”
“Then, yeah, we need to get out of this room. I want to fuck you again, baby, but you’re sore and I don’t want to hurt you. Next time I take that pussy of yours I want you to come. I hate that you didn’t today, and I don’t plan on that ever happening again. I want you seeing stars and screaming my name every time my cock’s inside of you.”
Her eyes widen in shock. I normally try to tone down the dirty talk around her, but I took her virginity tonight, she’s not so innocent anymore. I want to tell my girl all the dirty things I plan to do to her. I want to make her cheeks turn pink, then get her so riled up she’s squirming and needy. But tonight she’s sore, so I need to get her out of bed and into some clothes before her naked body becomes a temptation I can’t resist.
“Come on, Angel, get that sexy ass into some clothes and let’s go play some pool,” I say climbing out of bed, then lifting her up and swatting her on the ass. The moment she’s standing naked in front of me, I watch as she tries to cover herself from me with her arms. “Angel, I’ve seen you naked. I’ve licked or kissed almost every inch of you.”
“Hmm, I know, but that’s different. I can’t just wander around with no clothes on,” she says fighting to hide her discomfort.
I laugh. “I want you to wander around with no clothes on. In fact, I think that our room should be a clothes free zone, and you should be naked all of the time.”
“Daisy,” she says with an amused gasp.
Rolling my eyes, I grab my t-shirt from the floor. Pulling it over her head, I drag her close to me and cup her ass with both of my hands. “Is that better?”
She nods and stands on her tiptoes, kissing me lightly. “I’ll get dressed.”
Reluctantly, I release her and watch as she pads over to the closet and pulls open the door. My cock twitches and I will it to calm the fuck down. Grabbing jeans and a clean shirt from the dresser, I pull them on quickly not bothering with underwear. I slide on my cut and then settle back onto the bed to watch Angel.
She pulls down a shirt and some shorts, then she seems to pause. “What’s up, baby?” I ask.
Spinning around to face me, her eyes are wide and she’s gripping something in her hands. “Er, Grits got me some underwear, and it’s not exactly what I’m used to wearing. I need to do laundry, all of mine I brought with me are dirty.”
Smirking, I raise an eyebrow at her. “Put them on, let me see.”
She bites her bottom lip, then steps into the panties and pulls them up her legs. My shirt hides them from view, so I crook a finger at her and beckon her over. Turning quickly, she grabs the outfit she’s chosen and then slowly walks to me.
Taking the clothes from her, I drop them onto the bed and pull her between my legs. I slide my palms under the hem of my shirt and slowly lift it, so I can get a look at her. The panties are a pale pink and made of satin, they’re pretty but fairly modest. “What’s up with them? You don’t like the satiny fabric?”
“Err, no, the fabric is soft and lovely, it’s just that…” Her voice fades off and I still don’t know what the problem is. Dropping my shirt, I reach around her and cup her ass.
My palms hit warm, soft skin. Smiling widely, I spin her around so she’s facing the other way, lift my shirt again and get the most amazing view of Angel’s ass, perfectly displayed in a G-string. “Oh, fuck me. Remind me to kiss Grits next time I see her. Your ass in this thong is a thing of fucking beauty.”
“Daisy.” Angel admonishes.
My smile fades when I stop staring at her ass, and see the full extent of the yellowing bruises, scabbed over cuts and faded scars from the punishments she’s endured in the past. Old silvering scars are mixed with fresh pale pink ones that scatter from her thighs all the way up to the base of her spine. He did this to her, he marked her, and these scars won’t ever go away. He did this, but she’ll have to live with them for the rest of her life.
Guiding her forward a step, I sink to the floor at her feet. Starting at the lowest scar, I kiss each one in turn. I can’t take them away or make her forget the anger and pain that she felt while they were made, but I can love them because they’re a part of her.
When I’ve finished, she turns to face me, tears running down her cheeks. Wrapping my arms around her waist I bury my face against her stomach, and her arms hold me to her. Neither of us say anything, we don’t need to.
Both of us were broken, but piece by piece we’re putting each other back together, that’s all that matters.
Angel pushes away from my chest and wipes the tears from her cheeks. “God, I’m sorry. I’ve cried more in the last couple of days than I have in years.”
“You can cry as much as you want, baby. Hopefully once all this shit with your dad is over you won’t have any reason for tears.”
She stares up at me and I want to carry her to the bed and stay locked in our bubble for the rest of the night. I don’t want to share her with anyone else, she’s too special. She’s my Angel, and she makes all kinds of possessive feelings swell up within me.
“Do you just want to stay holed up in here tonight, I don’t feel like sharing you,” I say, taking a step toward her.
Smiling indulgently at me she shakes her head. “We can’t hide in here forever. You need to get back to your normal life and that’d be you spending time with your friends. I don’t want to be the reason you don’t see them.”
“I don’t give a fuck about them. Why would I want to be out there with a bunch of hairy bikers when I could be in here with you. Naked.”
I try to step closer to her, but she lifts her hand and places her palm against my chest, halting me. “Daisy, let’s go spend time with your friends, then we can come back and hide in our bubble for the rest of the night.”
“Naked.” I say.
“Naked,” she agrees, her cheeks flushing pink.
Begrudgingly, I get dressed, then sit on the bed and watch her. She slides on her shorts, then turns her back to me before she pulls my shirt over her head, replacing it with a white Sinners tank.
Walking back over to the closet, she roots around then pulls out a black pair of cowboy boots and slides them on. When she turns to face me, I almost swallow my tongue. The shorts are short, the boots make her legs look fucking amazing and even though the tank she’s wearing is fairly modest, knowing that she’s not wearing a bra underneath makes it seem indecent. Her hair is loose and flowing down her back and I want to throw her on the bed and bury my cock in her.
“Do I need to wear my ‘I belong to Daisy’ vest?”
“It’s a property cut, Angel, and hell fucking yes. I want every single one of those fuckers to know you’re not available. I don’t care if I sound like a caveman, you look fucking gorgeous and if I didn’t already have you, I’d be panting for you.”
She scoffs at me but retrieves her cut and slides it on. I groan. “Baby, let’s just stay in here.”
Her eyes dim, and she scans her appearance. “Do I look stupid? Because Grits picked out these clothes for me. I don’t know how to dress to fit in with your friends, I thought this would be okay, but I can change.”
“Angel,” I say interrupting her. “You look hot as fuck, I already told you that. I’m being a jealous idiot and I don’t want all my brothers checking you out. Just ignore me. Come on, let’s go play some pool.”
I take her hand and open the door, pulling her behind me as I move into the corridor. “Just do one thing for me, okay?”
“What?”
“I need you to sit on my lap.”
“Okay, but why?” She asks, her brow wrinkled in confusion.
“Because I’ve got such a hard on looking at you dressed like that. I need you sit on my lap, so my brothers don’t see.”
“Daisy,” she cries, laughing loudly.