by Nikki Wild
“And that sick fuck, Roger?”
“I think he was going to kill me,” she replied, her voice quiet and fearful.
“That will never happen,” I snarled. “There’s no statute of limitations on the things he’s done. Soon as we get back, you’re reporting that bastard. I don’t care what it costs, I don’t care how long it takes, we’re taking him down.”
Angel glanced up at me, strands of her hair falling in front of her eyes. I was afraid that she was going to resist me on this, but the night had sapped her strength. Instead, she surprised me: “Do you really mean that, Trent?”
My resolve hardened. Even if I hadn’t just walked in on a complete atrocity, the forlorn, hopeful look in her eyes only made me more infuriated. How can someone hurt somebody like this? “I’ve never been more serious about anything in my entire fucking life.”
Quietly, a small smile crossed her lips.
I took Angel by the hand and walked her away from the bike, my other arm around her shoulder. Her footing only slipped slightly twice as we crossed the gravel towards the front door of the old, decrepit saloon.
Old Greg was tending at the Riverton Bar when we stepped in from the darkness. Angel was still a bit shaky on her feet, and he faltered at the sight of her, instantly abandoning his patrons. A silence fell over everyone as they turned and recognized their usual, plucky bartender – trembling and clutching onto me in the doorway for support.
“Angel!” He held back tears, hobbling around to greet us. “You’re back!”
She looked at him strangely for a moment, then back to me. “Old Greg, I’m so sorry… I shouldn’t have left without saying goodbye. I just couldn’t look you in the eye.”
“You look like hell,” he muttered huffily.
“Thanks a ton,” Angel grumbled in return.
I glanced between them, confused and only growing angrier by the second… until I realized that the two of them were softly smiling.
“Tell me what those people did to you, girl.”
Angel looked away, unwilling to speak.
Old Greg peered at me curiously, instead.
“There was trouble,” I answered carefully.
“You saw what was happening to her,” he stated bitterly. Not as a question, but a recognition. I wasn’t sure if he really wanted to have this conversation, particularly in front of his patrons, but I nodded sternly.
“First time something out of the ordinary happens, I always write that up as a fluke,” Old Greg told me, “but when it happens again, there’s a pattern. You are no fluke. You’ve saved my Angel again.”
“If happens a third time, I definitely don’t want a shotgun involved.” I allowed the corner of my lip to curl up, watching his reaction harden with realization. “It was cute when she did it the first time, but I’m getting real sick of that.”
Before Old Greg could open his mouth to retort, Angel chuckled weakly. “I think it’s your turn next time, Trent.”
“I’ll just rely on my fists, thank you,” I grinned.
Old Greg’s lungs heaved with a deep, reflective sigh. “The last time we spoke, I sent you from this place a different man than the one who entered. Tell me, Trent… have you decided what kind of man you are?”
“I have,” I nodded.
“And what kind of man is that?”
For the first time since meeting, I looked at him for who he really was. He wasn’t an obstacle to a sexual conquest. Nor was he a crotchety, elderly fool in a rundown bar, or a hurdle in my quest to find her.
Old Greg was a mentor…and a friend.
“The kind that will keep Angel safe and protected for as long as she’ll have me, and even past that,” I told him. “I give you my word that, no matter who I was before…Angel will always be safe with me.”
He stared me in the eyes, searching for any chink in my resolve. After a moment, he finally nodded. Angel seemed confused, but she hadn’t said a word.
“I don’t expect miracles, son… but I see how she looks at you, and how you look at her… and it makes me believe.”
He extended his hand.
I thought back to when I made that gesture to him. He’d seen me for what I really was, back then. I’d been an idiot, fueled by the erection in my jeans, eager to take and use whoever came crawling my way. Angel hadn’t mattered to me. She had just been my latest sexual conquest, ripped away from me before I could claim her. Old Greg had me rightfully pinned as a lecherous snake from the start, and had ignored my grasp before.
With these thoughts in my head, I gratefully, appreciatively shook his hand.
I was a changed man…
No longer the king of the filth.
And it had only been because of them.
“Thank you for bringing her to me,” Old Greg smiled, the first sincere expression of joy he’d had towards me, “and for giving me one last time with my Angel...”
He pulled me in close, whispering in my ear.
“And promise me, son, that you will never let her step foot in this state ever again.”
“You have my word,” I solemnly agreed.
I saw unmistakable sadness flood his expression. It was only there for a brief moment, before cold, hardened resolution replaced it. It was the only sliver of weakness I ever saw penetrate this old, hardy man.
Old Greg nodded curtly, gave Angel a quick but emotional hug. This time, when he and Angel parted, I knew that it had happened the proper way – no stealing away in the middle of the night with a hastily scribbled note.
I knew that they could both live with this.
We parted ways for the final time, before he turned back towards his patrons. As I held the door open for her, proud that she didn’t need my support now, I glanced across at him for one last moment. With a grave expression on his face, Old Greg never once looked our way again.
It wasn’t until I got outside that I realized he hadn’t come clean. He never told her who he was, or the history they had together before the bar.
Maybe he just wanted to stay forgotten.
Angel
In my darkest moment when I needed him most, Trent had come for me. The impact that had on my world was profoundly changing, and I finally realized that I could truly, honestly trust him. From that moment on, nothing was ever the same again.
I felt like the most special girl in the world.
Once we had dropped the motorcycle off, Trent and I took a cab to the airport. While he checked in with the airlines and bought us a pair of tickets back north, I couldn’t help but reflect upon everything I’d been through.
It seemed so crazy to remember myself as being trapped in Riverton and desperate to leave. It felt so long ago, although it had only really been a few weeks. From the night he’d walked into my bar, he’d changed my world… and I’d changed his.
We brought out the best of each other.
“Are you ready?” He asked, dispelling my thoughts.
I turned to face him. Trent was smiling down at me, the most loving grin I’d ever seen plastered across his face.
This was it. No breakaway bag, no clothes, no history, no family, and no money. He was truly, honestly looking at me like I was the most valuable thing in the whole world.
“Yeah… I’m ready,” I smiled back.
“Next few days are going to be hard, Angel. We’re meeting up with a detective back home. You’re going to tell him everything you remember… can you do that for me?”
“I’ll do anything for you, Trent.”
“Good,” he replied, sighing with relief. “Listen, I snagged us a pair of first class tickets. There’s an outbound flight that’s leaving in about fifty minutes. You ready to get the hell out of here?”
I nodded. “I was born ready.”
We walked together, side by side.
He and I were a force to be reckoned with.
Occasionally, someone would glance over at him with faint recollection. Occasionally, he would earn a quick double take. He popped
into a small shop and quickly bought a baseball cap and a pair of sunglasses, handing me a pair as well.
“Just like old times, huh?”
He smiled slyly, pocketing the receipt and threading the glasses around his ears.
“You’ve got it.”
After that, we wandered towards the proper terminal, stopping to use the restroom and grab a bite to eat before our flight. Everything from the last few days felt like a fading dream, and although I’d never forget what he’d done for me… I was just so happy to be back with him.
During our wait, we sat down together in a pair of available seats – with myself resting against his side and under his strong, comforting arm.
Some time passed, and before I knew it, I realized that I was yawning and opening my eyes. There was the slight recollection of a dream, something about dangerous shadows and being unable to move, and my own guardian angel coming for me…
“It’s our time,” Trent was whispering to me.
“Did I…did I doze off?”
I stretched, peeling myself off of his sturdy frame. For a moment, I was terrified that I’d drooled onto him, but I realized that Sleeping Angel had kept her shit together.
Thankfully.
“Just for a little while,” he nodded. “I let you sleep about as long as I could…but we need to get going now.”
The flight back was kind of uneventful. With Trent’s insistence, I tried to get my rest. I fell back asleep easier than I thought I would, finally letting the weight of the day collapse around me. The experiences so fresh in my mind made my sleep fitful at times. My dreams were dark and cloudy, and I felt alone and scared.
Every moment that I opened my eyes, my beloved Trent was there, holding and comforting me. I knew that the dreams would probably be like this for a little while, but I felt at peace that he would be there, every step of the way.
The sun was rising in the distance. With its light guiding the way, Trent and I watched the clouds roll by while we flew over state after state. From up here, the stresses of the world below were nothing to us; like an Angel in flight, there was nothing here but smooth skies, beautiful cloud cover, and a sunrise that brought tears to my eyes.
“That’s so beautiful,” I murmured to him.
“It really is,” Trent nodded.
The tip of his index finger slid beneath my chin, and he gazed down deep into my eyes. We stared into one another, our gaze as unbreakable as our bond. This man had saved me the night that we met. While his intentions had been different back then, I could see no traces of rampant lust or ulterior motives in his soul.
He simply loved me with all his heart.
“I love you, Trent,” I whispered.
“Angel, my darling… I love you too.”
As we kissed, the sun’s early rays illuminating the heavens beyond, I knew that no matter what the future brought… with Trent Masters in my life, I was finally home.
Trent
Six days.
That’s how long it took to put the asshole in jail. Her mother tried to play completely ignorant. For her sake, I hoped she didn’t know what that man did to Angel. I was just glad to know we wouldn’t be seeing him again anytime soon.
We’d finally settled in, our home free of the police and the media who’d been storming this place since we got back. Angel had finally calmed down. Her sleeping fits had relaxed, and she woke up refreshed for the first time since I found her again.
The experience had drained me, too, although not nearly as much. To my surprise and satisfaction, I didn’t hear a peep out of Steven, nor the rest of the band.
There would be time for them soon.
However, there were much more important things on my mind for the time being. I hadn’t dreamed of being physical with Angel for a while after such a harrowing, traumatic experience, but she’d started showing hints that she was ready for things to return to normal between us.
That’s why, the first day after she woke up refreshed, I took her out for a day of calming and relaxation. While she was enjoying a therapeutic day of mud baths, massages, and mani-pedis, I took care of a few errands – mainly, striking the fear of God into the traitors who had almost separated us forever.
Once I’d come home confident that I wouldn’t have any more surprises like that, I took a dip in the pool and a relaxing shower. There were things she and I needed to discuss, but I still wanted the night to be one that she would always remember.
I half-dragged Angel around through the door and across the house. She struggled to keep up with me, but didn’t speak a word of complaint. Sliding the back patio door open, and we stepped out on the topless porch. There wasn’t a cloud across the night sky, exposing all the twinkling stars in all their glory.
She instinctively placed her hands against the bannister lining, her back towards me. As she delicately but casually steadied herself, my hands fell upon her beautiful shoulders.
“Is everything ok?” she asked quietly.
“Tell me why you left, Angel…”
She cast her eyes downward, trying to avoid my probing gaze. I knew that she didn’t want to disappoint me, but it was time that we finally had this discussion.
“Your manager, he said…”
“No, Angel. Don’t put this on someone else. I need to know what you were thinking,” I replied in the calmest voice I could muster. Just thinking of him made me grit my teeth, but I needed to be comforting and understanding to her now.
“I didn’t want to drag you down. You, this band, your future. I’m a nobody… I don’t deserve this.”
“Do you mean that, babe?” I whispered. “Is that really how you feel?”
She sighed. “If you’d asked me that a week and a half ago, I’d have said yes. I don’t know how I feel anymore. You’ve made me so happy, and you’ve been so understanding… I know I don’t deserve this, but goddammit, Trent, I don’t want this to ever end…”
“Angel, meeting you is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Before you came into my life, I was going through the fucking motions. I was a broken, filthy, unclean man, barely happy with what I had… and looking for something, anything real. I had resigned myself to my fate… to a life of cold cynicism, flaming out early and never making anything more of myself.
When she didn’t respond, I continued.
“But Angel… you make me want to be better. You make me feel better, about myself, my place in the world, everything I can possibly fathom. You think I don’t know where you’re coming from? Trust me, I never deserved any of this shit,” I said, waving my hand around at our surroundings. “And I sure as hell never deserved you.”
My beloved looked up at me, her pretty eyes full of tears, and I said the words I knew she needed to hear again. I would spend my entire life hammering the point home, if that’s what it took.
“I love you, Angel. I will always love you.”
Those gorgeous windows into her soul glistened over as the tears ran down her cheeks. Caressing the side of her face, I brushed them aside. She clasped onto my forearm with both hands, holding me close.
“I love you too, Trent. Oh god, can you forgive me for being so stupid? I’ll never leave you again.”
“Never?” I asked, sensing the moment.
Angel matched my gaze, filling her eyes with love and… something somehow more. Her soul burned with complete adoration and a rising, primal hunger. After all, we hadn’t been intimate in a week.
One look in those beautiful eyes, and I knew that she was definitely ready.
“…Never.”
I didn’t let a second pass. I pulled her into a deep, satisfying kiss, my hands sliding across her shoulders and clasping her soft skin. As I felt Angel gasp into my lips, I ran my strong hands down her arms, tracing her silhouette and cupping her ample bosom.
Angel’s murmurs of pleasure sent a burning chasm of need through my body. I could feel it in my lungs, in my fingertips, and definitely in my twitching cock, awakening from it
s long slumber.
My hands slid to her back, and with a powerful tug I shredded her blouse. As she gasped, I pulled it all the way apart, ripping the cloth free from her body.
Her round, perfect breasts were immediately exposed for my hands, and I graciously wrapped my fingers around them.
I could already feel her erect little peaks.
Her nipples were springing to action.
I was going to make sure Angel never, ever left my side again… with the most extravagant night of sex that she could possibly imagine.
My lips found her neck, nestling into the lean muscle. Parting them, I bit down, enjoying the sweet taste of her skin. I could feel her gasp, her neck stretched out for me as I took her in.
Yes.
I was going to make this special.
Hunger overcame me, but I pushed it back down. Instead of ripping her body completely bare for me, and penetrating her against the railing, I took my time: slowly, surely shimmying her out of her jeans. I left her panties and socks alone, simply casting the leggings aside – already forgotten to me.
With my loving partner in just her panties and socks, I allowed my fingers to set to work. They carefully, firmly traced the contours of her skin, gliding across her curves and her creases. I wanted to memorize every last detail, every slight dip of her flesh.
My eyes closed, letting my fingertips do the seeing for me.
The picture they painted was that of a trembling but confident woman, a woman who knew that she was loved and protected by the one she cared for most. They told me the tale of a woman who knew it was all going to be okay from now on.
But they told me more.
The painting increased in depth.
My shuddering, exposed partner suffered from inflicted uncertainty. Her contorted memories were an unstable foundation upon which she built herself up, shakily rising to meet coming challenges.
She didn’t know for certain whom she was.
But I knew I could help her decide.
Every step of the way, I’d be there.
I’d always be ready to support her.
Ready to hold her up.
