by Sara Hazel
“I need you,” he growls.
“King, come on!” I exclaim.
He pulls back and stands up straight and tall again. I take a few steps to the side to put some distance between us.
“I’m sorry I got carried away,” he says.
“It’s ok. I just don’t know what’s happening right now. It felt like it was going to go too far.”
“You’re right. I should learn to control myself,” he says. “But I honestly wonder if I can around you.”
“That’s sweet. It is, really. But I don’t think we can do this.”
“Alright, Chinese Food it is,” he says.
“That’s your reply?”
“I’m deflecting. I know,” he says with a chuckle. He smiles big and for a moment I look up at him and wonder how I managed to resist. It’s a wonder that I’m not naked on his floor right now with my legs in the air and his face buried in my…
Damn, girl. Get a hold of yourself. Stop having these thoughts about this man.
“Yeah, Chinese food sounds great. How about orange chicken for me?”
“Great,” he says as he grabs his phone and places an order. I sit back down on the couch and sink into it again.
I check my phone to see if there’s any news from Roger. I have no what he’s even doing, but I’m sure it’s no good. He could be in a lot of danger right now and I should send King out to find him and guard him. Roger needs it more than I do.
King finishes placing our order and comes back to sit beside me. Once again, he doesn’t keep any distance between us, and now his arm goes around my shoulders.
“Look, sweetheart. I’m sorry about that. I mean it.”
“It’s ok. I did like it,” I whisper. I look down at his pants and there is a very noticeable bulge in his tight jeans. I clear my throat. “Um, maybe you should check on Roger. What do you think he’s doing?”
“He probably went to get help from the other guys. I’m sure they’ll take care of it, sweetie.”
“You don’t know that. What if something happens to him?”
King sighs. “Someday I promise you I’m gonna find a way to get your brother away from all this. And that means you’ll never have to worry your pretty head over him again. I’ll set him straight — find him something else to do with his life.”
“He likes the danger, I know. He’ll never give it up.”
“You’ve never been threatened before though. I know how much he cares about you, Angie.”
“I suppose.”
“Come on. I got something to cheer you up,” says King.
He gets up and I follow him down the hallway. I’m sure he’s not leading me to some crazy room full of chains and things like that, but King has surprised me quite a bit today already. And I long for his lips on mine again, but I don’t dare say anything.
“You better not be thinking of tying me up or something,” I whisper.
King laughs and turns around to face me.
“You think I’d do that to you? I’m all about protecting you, girl. That’s my whole deal. There’s nothing too complicated for you to figure out about that either. I’m a pretty simple guy.”
I have a feeling this is going to be one of the most interesting days of my life.
King
*
I lead Angela into my hot tub room and the look on her face says it all. Her jaw drops as she stands near the tub.
“You have a hot tub inside your house,” she says.
“I do. And you’ve had a rough day, so I think you should get in,” I encourage her.
“Not in my clothes, silly. Which means for me to get in here, you’re gonna have to leave the room.”
I grin as I begin to remove my jeans. Once those are off, my t-shirt is next to go. Angela turns away from me and giggles. “Please don’t take your underwear off too!” She exclaims.
“Don’t pretend like you’re not at least a little curious to see me without them,” I reply.
I’m wearing tight black boxer briefs today, and my twitching bulge would be very obvious to her right now if she were looking in my direction. I turn the hot tub jets on and get into the water. She just watches me wide eyed and shakes her head.
“First, you kiss me, and now you want me to get into your hot tub with you. This is all a very bad idea and I’m not gonna do it!”
“Ahhhhh,” I say as I lay back and soak my body. “I promise you I won’t try to kiss you again, or even touch you at all. Just join me and tell me what you’ve been doing with your life. I want to hear all about it.”
“Sure, you do,” she replies as she turns towards me and dips a finger into the water. She swirls it around and that perfect smile of hers begins to form.
“Ok. Fine. But yeah — no touching.”
“Works for me, sweetheart,” I reply.
I keep my eyes on her as she first shimmies her pants down and then pulls her top off. God, those curves are amazing, and I look down to watch my cock rise. It’s been a very long time since I was around a woman that had this effect on me. Angela has it in spades though. There’s no way I can resist this woman.
“Come on now,” I tease. “I can’t wait all day for you. I’ll turn into a prune.”
She laughs. “I wish you wouldn’t watch me like this.”
“You look perfect to me, so I don’t think you have any reason to be.”
“What if Roger saw what we were doing right now? He’d probably go crazy.”
“That’s all the more reason to do it,” I reply.
Angela’s wearing pink silk panties and a matching bra. I can’t wait to see her large breasts without the covering. If I have my way, that will be very soon…
She climbs into the hot tub and sits on the opposite end of it from me.
“Ok, you wanted to talk, right?” She says as she crosses her arms over her chest. “So talk.”
“I really can’t believe you don’t have a boyfriend. It’s good for me that you don’t, but I still find it hard to believe.”
“Well, I don’t. I’ve never had one. I’ve never even been on a date.”
“If it helps you get through today then I think you should consider this a date.”
“No way,” she says. “I’m very surprised by you today. You’re not quite what I thought you were. But I’m still not sure.”
“I’ve got the time to wait for you to come around. I know that you will.”
“I don’t know if that’s confidence or arrogance, Rowan.”
“You know I’m turned on every time I hear you say my first name.”
She turns bright red quickly and whirls around away from me.
“This is really not fair.”
“What’s that supposed to mean, beautiful?”
“I feel like I’m your captive or something. And I think I’m liking it too.”
“See? You’re already coming around. Just like I knew you would.”
She drops her arms from her chest and splashes water at me.
“Shut up, you horrible man!”
Then she backs up and gets quiet once again.
“What’s wrong, beautiful? Everything’s gonna be alright.” My phone buzzes. “That’s our delivery. See? It’s better already. Your orange chicken is here.”
“I’m not sure how I can eat until I know for sure what’s going on with my brother.”
I get out of the hot tub and grab a towel for Angela. She climbs out, takes the towel from me, and wraps her whole body in it so I no longer have the full view of her luxurious curves and olive skin.
I meet the food delivery guy at the door, and lead Angela to my dining room where I pull out a chair for her.
“You’re such a gentleman,” she says. I spread the feast out in front of her, but she just looks at it forlornly. “Please check on Roger. Ok? I know he won’t answer me if I text him. Or he’ll just brush me off. It’s the problem of being his little sister. But he’ll reply to you.”
I slide into my chair and c
lumsily send Roger a short text that takes me five minutes to write and says: “Don’t leave me hanging, buddy. Your sweet sister is getting anxious, and we need to know what’s happening as soon as possible.” I hit send and Angela chuckles softly.
“Watching you type that message out was kind of funny.”
“I’m not much of a texter. I’ve been living on a mountain for a while, and I think my fingers forgot how.”
“That’s so weird of you. The whole mountain thing.”
“It was beautiful. You should come up to my cabin sometime.”
“I see what you did there. Is that another date?”
“It is. Now eat your orange chicken before it gets cold, baby.”
“Not until he answers.”
I whisper a silent prayer of thanks as my phone buzzes soon afterward and I look down to see a message from Roger.
Roger: You’re gonna look after her for about a week at least. This thing is gonna turn into an all-out war. I’m sorry, buddy. I know it won’t be easy locked away with my little sister. But you’re the only one I trust. I know you won’t touch her.
I’d chuckle out loud at the last part, but I must hold it in. I’ve already touched Angela, and I certainly intend to do it more. But Roger doesn’t need to worry about any of that right now. If a war between the clubs is about to erupt over whatever trouble he’s gotten himself into, then he needs to focus. But still, I wonder if there’s something I can do.
So, I text him back: Don’t worry about Angela. She’s safe with me. And I’m happy to have her. But whatever trouble you’re in, just let me know and I’m sure I can fix it. If you owe the Crows money, then let me pay your debt.
Roger’s reply is swift: This isn’t about money. It’s about love, man. We’ll talk about it when it’s all over. I want you focused on Angie.
“You’re not gonna like this, sweetheart. Roger thinks you’re gonna be here a while.”
“And just how long is a while?”
“A while.”
“Rowan, you better not mess with me! Tell me now what you’re talking about! The truth.”
“It’s getting worse. And it’s getting extremely dangerous.”
“Oh my God!” Angela buries her face in her hands and sobs. “What has he done? He’s gonna get himself killed.”
“He won’t tell me, Angie. Knowing Roger, he probably thinks I’ll be upset with him if he tells me. But he did give me a hint. Said it was about love.”
“He’s in trouble over some woman?” She says as she looks up.
“That’s what it sounds like.”
“Then just tell him she’s not worth it. Especially if she’s related to someone in the Crows.”
“I would never tell your brother that love isn’t worth it. Especially given the fact that he’d at least try to kill me if he found out I kissed you today. He wouldn’t succeed, but he’d try.”
“I’d never let him. But we should probably not do that again. Ok?”
“Please have something to eat. You need your strength.”
She scoops up some rice and orange chicken. Then glares at me as she picks up her chopsticks.
“You’re not going to say anything about what I just said?”
“Your damn right, I’m not,” I’m not as I serve up my own dinner.
Angela sighs heavily. “I’m serious, Rowan. Really serious.”
“Really serious?”
“So serious.” And then she picks up a piece of chicken with her chopsticks and flings it in my direction. I just let it hit me. It bounces off my thankfully black shirt.
“You’re lucky you’re wearing light colors, or I’d have to respond to this food fight declaration.”
“Go ahead,” she says.
“No, I don’t think I will. But when you least expect, I’ll have my revenge.”
She laughs, and it warms my heart to see her like this. Now would be a time when I certainly couldn’t blame her if she wanted to sit here and be depressed about her situation. But this girl has too much life in her for that. She has such a spark inside of her and it’s apparent to me that nothing can put it out.
“I’m going to kiss you again tonight,” I reply.
“Go ahead and try,” she says, daring me this time.
“Like I said, sweetheart. When the time is right, and maybe when you’re least expecting it…”
“You’ll kiss me and that will be your revenge for the food fight?”
“Yes,” I reply in a firm tone.
She drops her chopsticks and bursts into laughter. She nearly falls all over and out of her chair because she’s laughing so hard.
I leap up and steady the chair and her so that won’t fall over.
“Oh, my God, Rowan. You’re so funny!”
“I definitely don’t agree with that! I’m not funny at all. I just think you are easy to amuse. But that’s something I like about you. I like a lot of things about you.”
“I like you too,” she replies. “But we’re just going to leave it at that for now. You’re not my type, and you never will be until you leave the Tigers behind. I love my brother, but I can’t keep doing this. He needs to break free of this life. And I certainly can’t be worried all the time about him…and you.”
“I understand. So, I’ll make you a promise, sweetheart. As soon as your brother gives the all clear, that’s it. I’ll quit. And I will never look back, because I would rather have a shot with you.”
“You would do that for me? You don’t even know if we’re going to be a thing yet, but you’re still making this promise to me now?”
“Yes. As I’ve said before. I’m confident I’ll be kissing you again soon.”
She sets her chopsticks down, stretches, and yawns big.
“Well, you won’t be kissing me tonight. Because I have to go to bed. This has really started to get to me. I feel totally drained.”
“That’s understandable. You take the bedroom, and if you need anything, I’ll be in the living room on the couch.”
“You’ve got all this space and only one bed, huh?”
“I live by myself, and I don’t have anyone over.”
“Right. Former mountain man. You’re not the socializing type. But I am. I can’t stay trapped in your fancy penthouse apartment till Roger figures this thing out. I’ve got to get back to classes on Monday. I’m working on my teaching degree. I want to be surrounded by kids someday. They make me happy. Adults have lost their sense of wonder, ya know?”
This revelation makes total sense to me. It’s funny too, that I hadn’t thought to ask her what she was doing with her life these days. I’ve been so single-mindedly determined to protect her, and to kiss her, that I hadn’t taken the time to get to know her. As I think about this now, my cock throbs, and my lips form a smile. Yeah, if I can kiss her — there will be plenty of time to get to know her later. There’s no question about this for me. I want Angela to be my forever, and I will prove that to her.
She returns her focus to the food and push my own off to the side. All I can do right now is think of her and feel the need for her growing with each passing second.
“I think you’d be great with kids,” I say after a while.
“You mean that?”
“Yes. I think you’d be a great teacher, and an even better mother.”
“You’re really trying hard for that kiss tonight, aren’t you?”
“Not at all. I don’t know what gave you that impression, beautiful.”
She shakes her head and shoves her plate out of the way. “Ok. No more. Time for bed for real. Goodnight, mister.”
“Goodnight, Angie. You want me to show you to the bedroom?”
“I can find it just fine. I can’t have you coming in there with me, or I may never get you out!”
“Good idea. You know where to find me.”
*
I settle onto the couch, but my thoughts are filled with visions of her. No woman has ever been more beautiful to me. It’s just that
evident to me after spending this day with her.
I undo my jeans and look down at the bulge in my pants. Yeah, I’ve had this problem pretty much all day. I hear a soft sound coming from the bedroom. I get up, because I want to check on her. Maybe that’s me being overprotective of her right now, but so be it. I’ll always be overprotective of Angie.
I stand beside the closed door of the bedroom and just give it a moment. I’m not going to knock yet — just be patient and wait to see if I hear her again.
And hear her again I do. And then again. It’s a soft moan! I cup my hand over my throbbing cock. Well, damn. Sounds like Angela is doing just fine. I wonder if she knows how loud she’s being. I guess not, or maybe she doesn’t care. Maybe Angela is a tease who knows exactly what she’s doing? Whatever the case may be, I unbutton my jeans and slide my hand into them. She moans louder and I grip my cock tight. I give it a good squeeze and slide my hand up to the tip. Damnit. I’m already pre-cumming.
But I can’t stand here and listen to her right now. I want to, but I’m still an honorable guy. But my body shudders with desire as I think of going in her room and making love to her right now.
I go back to the couch and lie down with my hand still in my pants — still gripping my cock. My breathing is heavier now as I imagine Angela lying there touching herself. Probably to thoughts of me, I’m sure of it.
My obsession with her is growing, and I need to have her as soon as possible. And once that happens, I’m never gonna let go. She belongs in my arms and my arms only.
I pull my hand away from my cock. Now is not the time for this. I’ve got to stay sharp and focused on my mission. I lie there and let my thoughts settle on her. I roll her name around in my head for an hour — just her name and everything I associate with her. She’s the perfect woman as far as I’m concerned. Her delicious curves would fit perfect against my body.
Damnit, Angela. What have you done to me?
A few hours later and I’m still awake. Angela creeps into the living room and takes a seat in my recliner. She’s down to her t-shirt and panties, and she looks delicious…
“Hey, sweetheart,” I say.
“You’re still up too, huh? I—I couldn’t sleep. You don’t mind if I stay out here with you, do you?”
