Angel's Halo: Atonement (Angel's Halo MC Book 5)

by Terri Anne Browning

  The whole thing kept replaying over and over in my head.

  I had opened the front door, but at the last second, Raven had yelled at me, making me stick my head back into the clubhouse. She had asked for some toy that Max apparently couldn’t stop whining for, and I had promised I would get it. Then I had turned, letting the door slam behind me.

  Tanner and Warden had already been in the truck. Seeing me coming, Tanner had started the truck, but it had stalled.

  Tanner had snapped his head up, just as my stomach had bottomed out. It was the look on my friend’s face, the acceptance of what was about to happen that killed me. He had known the truck was about to blow up, we both did, but it was too late. There was no way anyone could have saved him or Warden.

  When the blast came, it felt like it had rocked the world on its axis. It had tossed me back against the door of the clubhouse, shattering the windows of the vehicles closest to the truck and the clubhouse. The heat of the flames had been scalding; the smell of smoke, gas, and the haunting scent of burning flesh strong enough to make anyone gag.

  With my next breath, I had known they were gone.

  Fingers, rough from hard work, touched my back, pulling me back to the present. Quinn wrapped her arms around me from behind, pressing her face into my back.

  Swallowing hard, I covered her hands that were locked around me under my navel.

  Neither of us spoke. There was no need for words right then. We had both lost vital parts of our family today. We were both grieving.

  The water continued to stream over me, and after a few minutes, Quinn picked up my body wash. She poured some into her hand, and then began to wash my back. As her fingers moved over my skin, they pressed into my tense muscles, massaging.

  Despite all the pain my soul was in right then, my body came alive. My dick thickened, lengthening even more, wanting Quinn with a need that became a physical pain.

  She gripped my elbow, urging me to turn so she could wash my front. When I moved, showing her exactly what was going on with my body at her touch, a soft gasp left her. Biting into her bottom lip, she gingerly touched her soapy fingers to the tip.

  “Last time … it hurt,” she murmured.

  “I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean for you to feel pain.” I tipped her head up with my thumb. “You were my first virgin, and I didn’t know what to do with that.”

  Her eyes widened. “I was your first …” A small smile tilted up at the corners of her mouth. “I like that I could be your first for at least one thing.”

  I bent my head and brushed my lips over hers, tenderly, not wanting to scare her off. I had made her a promise, and even though my body was throbbing to the beat of my heart right then, I wasn’t about to break it. “Sweetheart, you are my first in a lot of things. My first virgin. My first love. But what you should be thinking about is that you are my last … and my only.” Confusion filled those baby blues. “My last lover. My last love. And the only woman to ever own my heart.”

  “Raider,” she breathed my name. “I …”

  “I love you, Quinn.” I kissed her again. “That’s not going to stop … ever.”

  Her exhale brushed across my lips. “I love you, too.”

  Everything in me went completely still, as if every muscle and cell were afraid to move in fear of scaring her off and changing her mind. “What did you say?”

  “I love you,” she repeated, and while those words didn’t completely ease the ache in my soul, it fed it with the love I had been scared I had killed in her. “I have always loved you, even before I knew what that word meant. I love you more than I love myself.”

  I gripped the back of her neck, tangling my fingers in her wet hair as the shower continued to pour over us. “It’s the same with me, sweetheart. I love you more than I ever thought it was possible to love anyone. That’s why it took so long for me to admit to myself that you were mine. I don’t like strong emotions, don’t want them to rule me, but with you, it’s different. I just needed a little extra time to realize that.”

  I pressed my forehead against hers, pulling her body against my own. Standing up like this, we didn’t seem like the perfect fit, but I knew all I had to do was cup her ass and lift her up. Then we would fit into place just as God had made us to do. “I’m so sorry it took me so long to realize it.”

  She caressed her fingers down my neck and over my back. “I’ll forgive you … if you make love to me right now.”

  My dick hardened even more, making me groan as the ache tightened in my balls. “Is that what you really want, sweetheart? I don’t want to rush you.”

  Her baby blues darkened. “I need you right now, Raider. My body craves you, but I also need you to make love to me so my heart will stop aching so much. Today … it drove home for me how short life can be. I need you to remind me that we’re still alive. That you’re still alive. Because today … I died a little when I thought you had been in that truck.”

  “Baby.” I pulled her close, not caring that my dick was so hard it could have drilled through to the center of the earth right then. My dick didn’t fucking matter. She did. Only her. “I’m here, and I’m not ever going to leave you. I love you.”

  “I love you, too.” She tilted her head back and brushed her lips over mine. “Make love to me, Raider. Show me how much you love me.”

  She didn’t have to ask again. I dropped my hands from her neck to her ass, cupping and squeezing each globe, spreading her cheeks teasingly as I lifted her and pressed her back into the tiled shower wall. I licked her bottom lip, asking her to open for me without words. She did, and I dived in deep, wanting to taste every part of her mouth.

  Quinn wrapped her legs around my waist, opening herself to let my dick nestle against her already soaked pussy. She moaned into my mouth, bringing her arms around my neck and stabbing her fingers through the hair at the back of my neck as she ground her pussy against my dick.

  I had never denied myself sex for that long, so I was ready to go off then and there, but I refused to fuck her like some wild buck just interested in getting off. Fucking Quinn wasn’t ever something I would do again. She deserved better than that. She deserved to be worshiped, for me to cherish every inch of her body.

  The spray of the shower rained down on us as I took my time with her mouth, my hands still on her ass, squeezing and helping her rub that sweet pussy against my dick. I could feel that she was close, could feel it as it started to consume her.

  I flexed my dick against her pussy lips as I dipped my fingers lower on her ass until I could reach her entrance from behind. I rubbed circles around that tight, little hole; felt her muscles tensing in her thighs as they began to unconsciously squeeze around my waist.

  “That’s it, baby. Come for me.” I kissed her jaw before licking down her neck until I reached the erratic pulse beating at the base of her throat. “Give it to me, Quinn. Please, sweetheart. Give it to me.”

  “Yes,” she whimpered. “Yes!” Her head fell back against the tile as she thrust her hips against me, riding out her orgasm.

  I kissed every part of her neck I could reach while she slowly came down from her first release. Once she had stopped shaking, I turned off the shower with one hand then carefully helped her stand up.

  Stepping out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around my waist then grabbed one for her. I carefully dried her body before lifting her into my arms and carried her back into the bedroom. The bed was messy. No one had bothered to make it after the hell that had broken out earlier. I laid her on the edge of the bed and fell to my knees between her legs.

  With one hand on her belly to keep her on her back, I opened her pussy lips with the other.

  Fuck, that was a pretty, little pussy. So pink and juicy, just for me. Knowing that I was the only man to ever put his dick in that pussy made me cocky, and I lowered my head, licking up the proof of her first release.

  Fuck. Her taste was like ambrosia.

  Her body jerked and arched. “Oh, God,” sh
e cried. “Raider … Oh, God, that feels so good.”

  I stroked her pussy lips while I tongued her clit before thrusting one finger into her knuckle deep. She was still tight as hell, and I knew if I wasn’t careful with her, I might end up hurting her again. I wasn’t going to do that to her, not ever again.

  I slowed my tongue down, drawing little circles around the small nub. Then I pulled my finger from her slick heat before carefully filling her with two. Her moans only increased, and from the way her inner walls were clenching, I knew she was close to coming for the second time.

  I twisted my fingers inside of her, wanting her to have another orgasm, wanting her channel to flood with her release.

  “Raider,” she cried, her back arching completely off the bed as she rode my tongue and fingers. “Raider!”

  I didn’t stop, not even when her pussy stopped clenching around my fingers. I kept eating her, licking up every drop she had given me.

  I pulled my fingers free, but only to add a third. My balls were tightening, my dick leaking with pre-jiz. I knew I wouldn’t last long once I got inside her, but I didn’t give a fuck, because I knew that, when I came, it was going to be the hardest of my life.

  Even though she had just come twice, I was quickly driving her toward her third.

  “Raider, I need you. Please. I want to feel you inside me.”

  That soft plea was nearly my undoing.

  Standing, I shook off the towel around my waist and gripped my dick in one hand. I spread her thighs wider, opening her as much as possible as I guided my dick into her.

  She went still under me as I slowly filled her, as if she was waiting for the pain that she had felt last time. When I bottomed out inside her, she relaxed, her body turning softer, wetter.

  “Give me it all, Raider.”

  “Whatever you want, sweetheart.” I kissed her lips, long and deeply, as I began to thrust into her.

  I knew it wouldn’t take me long to come, but it was only a few seconds of being inside her glove-tight wetness before I was ready to go off like a fucking roman candle.

  “Baby, I’m sorry. I can’t hold back any more.”

  “Yes,” she whimpered. “Raider, I’m going to come again. Please, come in me.”

  I had never gotten off to someone telling me to come before. It was a new first for me, one I wouldn’t have wanted with anyone but her.

  Pulling back, I thrust deeper into her than I ever had, my release hitting me hard.

  ***

  Quinn

  Sometime later, I drifted down from the cloud Raider had sent me flying to. For a moment, I savored the afterglow of having the best sex of my life. My body ached, but it wasn’t the same as the first time we had been together. This time, there was no pain, just a tenderness that told me how deep my biker had just been inside my body.

  We were lying on the bed now, my head pillowed on his chest as he stroked a finger up and down my bare arm. It would have been perfect if we weren’t still reeling from the events of that morning.

  I couldn’t believe Tanner and Warden were really gone. It didn’t seem real. I kept thinking Tanner would knock on the bedroom door again, that we could replay the morning all over again and have a different outcome.

  “What’s going to happen now?” I whispered, trying to hide my tears from him.

  “There will be a funeral,” he answered evasively.

  I lifted my head. “That’s not what I mean. What …? What if they do this again? Those Italian guys.”

  His nostrils flared. “I don’t know, baby. I can’t predict what they will do next. But I don’t want you to be scared, okay? I’m going to protect you.”

  I believed him, yet it didn’t ease my fears. It wasn’t just for myself. I was scared for him, for the rest of the MC. For everyone who loved them.

  “Who will protect you?”

  His green eyes darkened to moss. “As long as I know you’re here, waiting on me, loving me, then I don’t need anyone to protect me. Your love makes me feel like Superman. They can’t hurt a superhero, baby.”

  “I wish that was true,” I whispered, fighting a fresh wave of tears. “You have to be careful, Raider. The baby and I need you.”

  He shifted onto his side and pulled me down beside him, tucking my head under his chin. I felt his lips in my hair as he lowered his hand to my bare belly and traced over where I could imagine our little biker growing. “I need you both, too, sweetheart.”

  I closed my eyes, inhaling his scent. “Promise me you will be careful.”

  “I promise.”

  I sighed, knowing that he was probably crossing his fingers or something. His emotions were wound too tight right then, so I knew that whatever happened next, it wasn’t going to be pretty. Two of our own had been killed. Someone would have to pay for that.

  And I wanted them to.

  I just prayed that it didn’t cost me more people I loved.