All Blues

by Marie Wathen

  A tiny smile curves up her lip, and her eyes latch onto mine when she whispers, “Room service.”

  God she is beautiful. The kind of beautiful you absorb when you are lucky enough to spot a rainbow or take time to watch a sunset, the kind of beauty that you experience standing outside during a thunderstorm, or a light snowfall. Silk or cashmere couldn’t feel more beautiful under my touch, and as much as I love the flavor of an expensive whiskey, even it couldn’t divert my attention away from Angel, looking the way she does at this exact moment. God couldn’t have possibly created anything more beautiful.

  “I just realized that I don’t know what kind of foods you like.” I smirk. “Other than my soup.”

  “Best soup I ever ate.”

  “I’m glad that you liked it. It was my grandmother’s recipe.”

  Lifting my leg out of the bathtub, I use my foot to switch off the water. Her eyes blaze looking at my calf and then she clears her throat before answering, “I like everything.” She licks her lips, pulls her gaze away from focusing on my leg and then confesses, “Usually, I eat clean…” Her eyes widen, like she didn’t mean to reveal that to me. Her body is perfect, so I don’t doubt that she eats well. It’s just not something that I would expect a drug addict to say.

  “I’m sure the menu here is unlimited, so you can order whatever you want.” After her accidental slip, I decide that I want us to know more about each other. “I prefer steak, medium rare, of course. Authentic Italian is my top choice on restaurants, especially if they make a great tiramisu.” Her eyes sparkle with the mention of dessert. Somebody has a sweet tooth. Fortunately, I do too. “But, a great burger joint seems to lure me in almost too easily. The messier, the better,” I insist with a wink.

  She chuckles. “God, there’s nothing better than a thick juicy burger.” As the words leave her mouth, her stomach grumbles. She smiles and then teases, “Now, look what you did.” Her uninjured hand dives under the water and she looks down at the thick layer of bubbles before closing her eyes. Unable to see where her hand went, I imagine it moving between her thighs, which makes my erection stand up straight, and I think, ‘Now, look what you did.’

  “I think tonight you should order a burger.” My voice is strained with desire. “I’m definitely getting what I want.” She arches an eyebrow. “Now, get over here.” With that, I reach across the waters, pulling her to me and spinning her around. She giggles.

  “Okay, bossy, but be careful,” she says, placing her cast onto the edge of the tub. “Must stay dry.”

  Running a hand up her arm, I thread my fingers through her dark mane. “Looks like you’re going to need help washing your hair.”

  Moaning softly, she mumbles, “I manage fine alone.” She pulls her hair so that it drapes over one shoulder.

  Brushing my lips against her exposed ear, I ask, “May I wash your hair?”

  She peaks back at me with hooded eyes and whispers, “Uh-huh.”

  She sits up and tips her head back, her long locks soaking halfway up her back. I grab the metal water dispenser from the back of the tub. Scooping it full with our bathwater, I pour the entire thing over her head slowly twice. And then I pop the top on the shampoo bottle. The citrus scent hits my nose and I squeeze out a generous amount, rubbing it between my hands. Slowly, I start at the top of her head, running my fingers through her hair and scraping her scalp gently.

  She moans and whispers, “This feels so good.” I swallow hard, getting more turned on by the second. “I can’t remember the last time someone washed my hair.” Immediately, my chest clenches thinking about another man touching her so intimately. She adds, “It was probably when I was a child.” Releasing a silent breath, I chill out and scrub harder, earning another low groan of approval. Leaning forward, I turn on warm water, fill the basin and then rinse out all the suds.

  “Thank you.”

  “No, thank you, doll.”

  She leans her back against me, and I cup her face with one hand tilting it toward mine, the other going where I imagined hers went earlier. I crush my lips to hers, and she lifts a hand, grasping the back of my head, deepening this kiss. My hand moves from her cheek down to her breast and she whimpers. My dick jumps, pressing against her backside. She feels it and then pushes backward. One set of finger teases her hot entrance under the water, dipping in slightly, while the others coax and tease her puckered nipples. I moan and her mouth moves frantically, devouring it.

  “I need to be inside you, baby.”

  She nods, and says, “Be right back.” She rises out of the tub, bubbles and water cascading down her tan skin. She steps out of the bathroom and then returns a minute later, ripping open a silver packet with her teeth before handing it over. I slide the condom on, and she slips back into the water, still facing away. Remaining on her knees, she places both hands on the wall in front of her, and I impale her deeply.

  In unison, we growl, “Fuck!”

  I bend over her arched back, and with my lips brushing against her shoulder, I breathe, “Your delicious pussy is so damn tight.” She clenches tighter, tauntingly, and I growl. “Oh fuck. Yeah, I like that, baby.”

  “Mmm, you feel so good,” she moans when I pull back and drive into her tightness again. Throwing her head back, she begs, “More. Fuck me harder, Blues. Harder.” The water sloshes over the rim of the tub with each of my thrusts. She gasps twice, the excited sounds echo off the tiled walls. “Yes, oh God, yes, right there.” Finding her spot, I dig my finger into her hips and bring her to release quickly. Then after a few more pumps, I follow with a throaty growl.

  “Damn,” I whisper, raining kisses down her spine while my arms encase her trembling body.

  “Yeah,” she agrees, raising up and turning her head so she can kiss me on the mouth. She mumbles against my lips, “Food?”

  Not really understanding her question, I reply, “Huh?” I deepen the kiss, thrusting my tongue into her parted lips, swirling it with hers. Either, I can’t process anything because all the blood has drained from my brain down to my cock, or because of how delicious her lips are. Or maybe it’s because, even though I was just inside her, I want to take her again and again. And again. She is all that I can think about. I am a man obsessed.

  “You mentioned room service earlier,” she reminds me pulling away completely. Standing, she reaches for one of the thick white towels. “If we’re going to keep doing that, then I am going to need food.” After stepping out, she hangs the towel on a hook before stepping inside the open tile shower and turning on the water to rinse off. “So, food?”

  “Yes, food,” I agree, standing and following her. To myself, I think, then more of you.

  We order bacon cheeseburgers and French fries along with a bottle of red wine. We sit closely beside each other in the dining room. After she makes a couple of sexy appreciative moans, I warn, “Keep that up and our meal is going to get cold.” Her eyes meet mine, and she winks before taking another bite. This time she remains completely silent while smiling and holding me in a hypnotic stare. Tease.

  “Have you ever been to Baltimore before?” I ask, taking a sip of my wine.

  She stills, locking her eyes on something in front of her, and then shakes her head. “No. I’ve lived in Georgia all of my life, but I took a road trip to Virginia one summer.”

  “Really? What did you do while you visited?”

  She laughs. “Actually, I got my first tattoo on the beach.”

  Smirking and roaming my eyes over her, I ask, “Which one did you get first?”

  She moves some of the wet hair away from her neck, facing away from me, and then points. There is a tiny eighth note behind her right ear. My thumb rubs over the smooth skin, and then I press a soft kiss against it. “Hurt like a bitch, too,” she admits, chuckling.

  “How many tattoos do you have?”

  “Ten.”

  “Do any of them have special meaning?” She glances down at the diamond on her wrist before shaking her head and shrugging a
shoulder. Clearly, there is something behind that one, but she doesn’t trust me enough to share it. “I don’t know if I could get one. I really don’t like needles.”

  She smiles. “I don’t either, but I really love tattoos.”

  “So, does that mean you’re planning on getting more?”

  Averting her eyes, she says, “Maybe.” She begins eating again. Seeing that she’s done sharing, I follow suit trying to not let it bother me that she isn’t comfortable enough to tell me more. Whatever is going on, I need to figure it out. I know that she is somehow related to Max, something that she isn’t aware of, but I wonder if she has other family too.

  “I want to know something.”

  “What?” She asks, crinkling her eyebrows.

  “Something about you, tell me one thing about you. Anything,” I say, pushing away from my empty plate and taking her hands in mine. I just can’t let it go. I must know more about her.

  She looks into my eyes, and I see a flash of something before she closes them and then nods. After taking a deep breath, she stares down at our intertwined hands. “My mom dumped me at a family connection center when I was five. She didn’t leave information about my father. I don’t know anything about my family or where I come from, other than the name of the city on my birth certificate. About two years after she left me there, she came back to tell the site counselors that she was dying and signed over her rights to the state.” She shrugs, refusing to make eye contact. She feels unworthy of love. Max is a bastard for not making contact with her sooner, and I will kick his ass for this bullshit.

  I lift her face up to meet mine, and softly say, “Look at me.” After a few deep breaths, she wills her eyes up. So damn beautiful. There are strong emotions storming through her tough girl façade and steel grey eyes. Who in their right mind could abandon her? “I can’t imagine someone, anyone, especially a parent walking away from you. We don’t know each other that well, but I can tell you that I couldn’t let you go so easily, not ever.” Her lips part slightly, and I move in slowly, caressing mine with them. Placing both hands against the sides of my face, she closes her eyes and kisses me deeply. Feeling the way I do inside, completely in love with her, a shiver moves through me. Sensing it, she moans into my mouth. Her fingertips stroke along my jaw line, moving to the back of my neck, making the shiver repeat. This kiss, combined with her touch is desperate, like she wants to surrender total ownership of all her past hurts. She’s exposing her vulnerability to me through this embrace. And I want it. I need everything that she’ll offer.

  I drag her out of her chair, pulling her onto my lap, so that she straddles mine. Watching me, her eyes are hooded and her lips look thoroughly kissed. Strong emotions run through me. I’m hers. There is no doubt in my mind anymore. I have never cared about another the way that I do Angel. She is it for me.

  The room is quiet, but the storm outside vibrates the windows and the lightning flashes fill the room. The sexual tension and excitement grows thick between us, feeling like a weighty force. My breathing is labored, and I can see her pulse thrumming in her neck as my eyes roam down her body. I tug open her white robe, looking over her very beautiful breasts. She copies me, running her nails over my chest, pushing away my terrycloth robe. The moment sizzles hot between us. Her eyes flick from my chest to my eyes and then to my lips. I fill my hands with her amazing breast, and she watches as my mouth descends around one of her cherry-tipped nipples. A low moan escapes her lips, and I growl against her warm flesh. I bite, lick and suck while she rubs her bare pussy on my cock, fully erect and begging to be inside her again. I need more. I push her down onto the table, placing her heels on the edge, pealing the rest of the robe away from her chest. Then I drop to my knees, so that I can worship her properly.

  Touching a finger against the inside of her kneecap, I warn, “I’m going to kiss you here.” I brush my lips on that exact spot. She hisses through her teeth at my teasing. I look to her eyes, noticing her large breast jiggling as her breathing picks up. “And right here,” I touch the inside of her thigh, “I’m going to bite and leave a pretty little mark on your golden skin.” At my threat, goose bumps flourish across her long legs, rushing up her stomach. I move my finger away, and then scrape my teeth slowly before applying pressure to the inside of her thigh, and suck. She gasps softly, moaning ‘oh god,’ and my cock thrums. “I’m going to lick you here,” I tell her, stoking my thumb over her hipbone and sliding my tongue over it. Then I lick over her waist so very slowly. Reaching the other, I give her hip and the crease of her upper thigh the same attention. Her body arches sharply off the table trying to connect with me, begging for more. Smirking at her greediness, I shake my head. “Soon baby, I am savoring you.” Her hand pushes into my hair, her fingernails scraping my scalp. My strength wavers because of how incredible everything about this moment feels. I moan and force my eyes closed briefly. My body is on fire, and she is trembling from this slow seduction. “This is my dessert,” I say, looking directly into her eyes, my lips a breath away from her clit, my finger gliding tenderly over her slit. “And I’m going to eat it all up.”

  “Please,” she begs while nodding her head and biting her lip. She slips her eyes closed, and so do I, as my mouth covers her mound. Goddamn, she is so wet and delicious. I want to take it slow, but my tongue is a greedy bastard for her sweetness, so I suck her tiny bundle of sex-crazed nerves like a lollipop. Her grip on my head tightens as she squirms with my assault. “Damn, Blues,” she groans deeply. “Oh, God…oh, God, I love your sexy fucking mouth on my pussy.”

  I smile against her entrance. “I love your filthy mouth, my beautiful girl.” I rise up and kiss said mouth, curling with a playful smile, before diving back into bliss. My fingers pierce the inside of her upper thigh, stretching her wide. I lick and nibble her glistening pussy before flattening my tongue, rubbing slow circles over her clit. “Like candy, best damn dessert I ever tasted.” I insert a finger into her wet entrance earning one of my absolute favorite sounds. She kills me with a soft whimper, so I push another finger deeply into her, and I am rewarded with a second one, letting me know that she’s unraveling. My heart hammers knowing that I am making her feel this good.

  “I’m so close, Blues.” The anticipation to make love to her is killing me, but I want this to be about her, and honestly, I need her juices again.

  “Give it to me. I want it and need it, doll.” I lick harder, swirl faster and thrust deeper, like a man on a life-saving mission. I growl, “Must have it.” Her body arches up, her legs wrap around my neck and she screams. My hands move to her ass, digging desperately into her creamy flesh. Losing control, my voice grows louder, more desperate, with each word, I demand, “I fucking love tasting your orgasms, Angel.” I hit her sweet spot and feel her whole body quiver.

  With her climax, she screams, “Ah fuck, fuck, fuck! Yes, baby!” She tugs my head so damn roughly against her pussy that she could snap my neck if she pulls any harder.

  After her mouth-watering wave ends, I smile through another soft kiss against her slit, and then scoop her into my arms. She clings to me, her body still humming. I kiss her all the way to the master suite. Reaching the large bed, I remove our robes, and she crawls up to the stack of pillows. Climbing in beside her, I nuzzle into her hair, and become frenzied by her spicy vanilla scent mixed with the citrus shampoo. Even though I’ll never say the word to her again, tonight she is perfect, and I am one lucky son of a bitch. I press my mouth against her pulse and promise, “I am going to slowly kiss every sweet inch of your fucking sexy as hell body, so that I can savor every second of tonight. And then, I am going to come so damn hard inside your delicious pussy.”

  With gorgeous grey eyes fully consumed with lust, one word slips softly from her slightly parted lips, “Please.”

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  “Rental?” Angel questions as I open the door to the Lincoln sedan, allowing her inside.

  Kissing the side of her head, I smile. “Yeah, I cancell
ed my driver.” I tilt my head meeting her curious gaze and explain, “Thought it would be nice to be alone.” She holds my stare for a few blinks then she bites down on her lip, hiding a smile, and nods.

  After tossing our bags into the back and getting into the driver’s seat, I glance at her, still looking disorientated. Once I pull into traffic, she asks, “Where are you taking me?”

  “We’re going to lunch.”

  I see her glance at the clock on the dashboard. Maybe it is a little late to each lunch, but I didn’t want to wake her too early. After all the sex we had last night, and this morning, she needed the extra rest. I smile, sneaking another peak at her and say, “You must be hungry. I’m ravenous.”

  “Mmm hmm.” She winks back knowing exactly what I’m implying. “Oh, wait,” she says, smiling brightly while pushing a strand of hair behind her ear and pointing her injured hand toward the clock. “It’s 2:22. Make a wish,”

  Arching an eyebrow, I chuckle. “Make a what?”

  “You’re supposed to make a wish when you see matching numbers.” She scoffs, like I am a dumbass for not knowing this already.

  I laugh louder. “Why the hell would I do that?”

  “God, you’re such a guy.” Shaking her head, she laughs too and admits, “I don’t know why. It’s just something that you do. I think some celebrity make it popular. Or was 11:11?” Her laughter increasing, she repeats, “I don’t know why.”

  “That is definitely a chick thing. Guys don’t wish on the clock.” She snorts, turning to look out the window. “How about we change it up a little?”

  Twisting her body so that she is facing me completely, she asks, “What do you propose?”

  “I meant what I said about getting to know you better.” Her eyes widen, knowingly. “Each time that we catch the time synced, instead of making a wish, we must share a secret.”

  A red light catches us so I look directly at her. She chews on her bottom lip anxiously. Now, I really must insist on this change up. “Come on. It doesn’t have to be a dirty little secret.” She cuts her eyes at me. “Unless you want to share those.” I waggle my eyebrows, and she rolls her eyes.