After the Fall ba-2

by L. G. Castillo

  He leaned in closer, his lips hovering above hers, feather light as they brushed against hers, whispering, “You know.”

  He lifted his head and gave her a sexy smirk that never failed to make her body seem like it was on fire. Long fingers wove through her hair. He lifted a thick wavy strand to his nose and inhaled. His chest rumbled with pleasure, making her weak in the knees.

  Gently, he swept her hair to her other shoulder, keeping his eyes locked with hers. His fingers curled around the nape of her neck, and he pulled her to him.

  She quivered as his tongue swirled around the shell of her ear, hot and wet. She let out a soft moan.

  “Am I distracting you?” His voice was deep and sensuous.

  “N-no.” She gasped as searing lips pressed against her neck and worked their way down. “You said...something about...activities?”

  He lifted her hand and placed it on his chest. She could feel the searing heat of his toned body under his shirt. “Mm-hmm.” His chest rumbled, making her hand tingle.

  Pressing his hand over hers, his eyes lit up teasingly. “You like the new and improved Lash?”

  He guided her hand down his chest, and she delighted in the feel of his hardened muscles. “Yes,” she breathed as her fingers lined the crevices of his abs. “More than you know.”

  “Show me.” His voice was rough with desire.

  Twining fingers into his silky soft hair, she pulled him down to her. Feverish lips crashed down onto hers. Hot wet lips devoured her mouth; his chin scraped across hers with each plunge of his tongue, leaving her chin pink and raw.

  She tugged on his shirt, desperate to feel his skin and the warmth of his chest against hers. They separated for a moment as clothing was tossed on the floor. Then Lash reached down and lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist.

  She felt her back against the cool wall as Lash pressed himself against her. She moaned at the hardness of his touch, and she throbbed, wanting him, needing him. They could do this a thousand times, and it still wouldn’t be enough.

  She clawed at his back as his lips swept down her throat and over the top of her full breasts. She tilted her head back, moaning and squeezing her legs tighter. Lash groaned.

  She ran her tongue over his strong square jaw, relishing the scratchy feel of his stubble. He moaned again, and she gasped as he grew unbelievably harder under her.

  Before she knew it, there was a loud clatter of table and chairs falling to the ground as Lash crashed out of the kitchen and into their bedroom, holding her tightly against him.

  When he released her, she fell back into a cloud of softness. Lash stood over her, his eyes simmering with passion. “You’re so beautiful.”

  Slowly, he lay down beside her, his fingers ghosting over her lips, down her neck and circling her breast. She moaned at his feather-light touch.

  “Come here.” She pulled him to her.

  His rock-hard body pressed against her chest as he kissed her deeply.

  “Naomi, my Naomi,” he mumbled as he sucked on her neck, tasting her. “I love you.”

  Her heart swelled with love for him. She’d never grow tired of hearing those words.

  “You are mine. Forever,” he whispered.

  A sudden nagging feeling swept through her as the word forever echoed in her mind. Then she saw an image of Rachel’s grief-stricken face.

  “Wait, Lash,” she said, sitting up in bed. “I just thought of something.”

  “I’ll clean the mess in the kitchen later.” He pulled her back down to him and in between his kisses said, “Less thinking, more doing.”

  She sat back up again. Something about this was off. But what? She hadn’t had this strange feeling before. Why now? “Something’s wrong.”

  He groaned and flipped over on his back. “What could be wrong? We’re alone; we’re together.”

  “It’s not that.”

  “What is it then?”

  “Should we be together?”

  He shot up, his face looking terrified. “Are you having doubts about us?”

  “No, no! Not at all.” She immediately felt guilty for making him think that. “That’s not what I meant. You’re the only one for me. I can’t ever be without you.” She leaned over and kissed him deeply.

  He sighed with relief. “What’s wrong then?”

  “I just meant, should we be doing, you know, this?” Naomi pointed to his naked, his gloriously naked, body.

  He pulled her to him and nuzzled her neck. “Umm, hum. Definitely.”

  Naomi quivered as his hands stroked her breasts. She fell back into the bed. Yes, this was right. It felt so right. What was she thinking?

  Her hands stroked his chest. He felt so good.

  “God, Naomi. I want you so much.”

  God!

  “Wait, Lash,” she panted, trying to catch her breath. Slowly, memories of long afternoons in catechism classes and Welita’s lectures on chastity resurfaced. “I mean should we be together like this, since we’re not married?”

  He pulled back and looked at her, stunned. “Married?”

  She bit down on her lip, not sure how to broach the subject. It wasn’t like she was a prude or anything like that. Lash wasn’t her first. The thought of having sex before marriage never bothered her before, despite Welita’s and her father’s lectures about staying chaste. But things were different now. She was an archangel. Wasn’t she supposed to be a role model or something like that?

  “Well, I don’t know if angels get married or have some kind of formal union. I mean, I don’t know if things like marriage mean the same thing here as they do on Earth.”

  His lips curled into a smile. “They do. Many angel couples make vows of commitment to each other, Uri and Rachel for one.” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Is that what you want?”

  She looked deep into his eyes. “Yes. I want to be bound to you, forever.”

  He cupped her face. His eyes were filled with so much love, it took her breath away. “There’s nothing I want more than to be bound to you too. I’ll talk to Michael tomorrow and make the arrangements.” He then leaned over and kissed her.

  Slowly, she felt herself falling back into the bed, and his hands caressed her inner thighs.

  She moaned, and the guilty feeling resurfaced again. “Lash, maybe we should wait until its official.”

  He groaned and flipped on his back again. “You’re killing me, Naomi.”

  “I’m sorry. It’s just, well, maybe it would be better if we did this the right way.”

  “Why now? We’ve been doing this nonstop since you got here.” He sat up and gave her a smoldering look. “And if I recall, your loud enthusiasm was one of the reasons why I built our home up on the side of this mountain far away from prying eyes and ears. I think you may have even busted Gabrielle’s ear drums, based on the dirty looks she’s been giving me lately.”

  Her jaw dropped, and her face grew hot. Besides having enhanced sight and strength, angels also had amplified hearing. Most of the time, that was seen as a positive. But when you were living in close quarters and wanted privacy? Not so much.

  “I ... you... well...” She was so embarrassed.

  He chuckled and kissed the tip of her nose. “You’re so cute when you’re flustered.”

  “Argh!” She got out of bed and put on a robe. “I’m being serious.”

  He leaned back against the headboard, his arms behind his head. “Tell me: what’s the real problem?”

  She sat on the edge of the bed. He read her like an open book. “It’s what Rachel said about her and Uri. I don’t want that to happen to us.”

  His eyes grew serious, and he reached out to stroke her cheek. “It won’t. I’m here with you. I’m not going anywhere.”

  “But what if we get in trouble for doing this premarital sex stuff? I don’t want to take any chances.”

  “Naomi, that’s not going to happen.”

  “It’ll make me feel better if we mak
e it official.” She leaned over and kissed him gently.

  He looked at her and shook his head, laughing. “If it will really make you feel better...”

  “Yes, it well.” She beamed. “Tell me what the ceremony is like.”

  “Well, it’s not too different from the way you’re probably used to seeing. Michael performs a binding ceremony, and the couple makes vows of commitment to each other in front of witnesses.

  “Have you been to one before?”

  “Uri and Rachel had their ceremony a while back. It was 1987 or ’88. I’m not sure. It was definitely the 80s, though. He had this weird Flock of Seagulls hair thing going on back then.”

  She laughed at the vision of Uri with his hair styled like a pair of wings to match the wings on his back. The style was all the rage back in the 80s. Her father’s love for alternative music and new wave bands introduced her to a wide range of strange looking hair and fashion. “Yeah, I can definitely see him doing that.”

  Naomi’s laughter quieted, and she became somber again as she thought about the ceremony. She’d never seen herself being married or committed to anyone, not until she met Lash. She knew it was something Welita would have loved to see. And her father, he would’ve loved to walk her down the aisle with her arm in his. Tears pricked her eyes at the thought that her family wouldn’t be there to see it.

  “I thought you were happy about this?” His voice was soft.

  She looked up at him and forced a smile on her face. “I am. I’m committing myself to you.” She kissed his lips gently.

  “Be honest. We don’t want to start our forever with secrets, do we?”

  She sighed. “It’s just that I miss my family sometimes. They won’t be here to see this. And my dad, I’ll never get to experience this with him.”

  Her eyes widened with surprise as his face paled. Without a word, he quickly got out of bed, went to the kitchen, and poured himself a glass of water.

  She watched his back muscles tense as he faced away from her, silent. “Lash?”

  He downed his drink before turning his attention back to her. His lips were wet as he spoke. “I wish there was something I could do to fix that for you.”

  “Oh, Lash. It isn’t your fault my father is gone or that I’m here. I just need to keep reminding myself that by being here, I can take care of my family better.”

  “Uh, Naomi.” He brushed the moisture off his lips with the back of his hand. “There’s something I need to tell you about that.”

  “What is it?”

  He licked his lips nervously and opened his mouth, about to say something, then closed it.

  “Lash?” She felt panic set in. Something was wrong. Why was he acting so strange?

  He shook his head and then looked at her with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You’re absolutely right. Together, we can watch over Welita and the others. Tell you what: let’s take a peek at them in the morning.”

  “I’d love that!” She beamed and then suddenly frowned. “No, wait. I don’t think we should. Gabrielle was pretty firm about me staying away from the bridge for a while.”

  “Ah, don’t mind her. We’ll be real quick about it.”

  She struggled between wanting to follow Gabrielle’s orders and seeing Welita. She wanted so badly to tell her about her binding ceremony to Lash. It was the closest thing she had next to Welita being there. “Maybe I should go alone.”

  “I want to go with you.”

  “I don’t want you to get in trouble. You just got back!”

  “Will you stop worrying? I’ll be fine. Besides, I wasn’t told to stay away from the bridge.” He grinned. “I’d love to see them. They’ll be my family too real soon.”

  She threw her arms around him. “Lash, you’ve made me the happiest woman in the world. I love you.”

  He pulled back, searching her eyes. “No matter what?”

  She blinked with surprise. “Of course. Why would you ask a silly question like—”

  She jumped at the sudden pounding on the door. “Who could that be? The only people who come over are Uri and Rachel.” Naomi cinched her robe tighter as she padded toward the door.

  He grabbed her hand. “Don’t.”

  She laughed. “What’s wrong with you today? You’re so jumpy.”

  “I’ll get it,” he said.

  She shook her head as he frantically threw on a pair of jeans. “You act like we live in the middle of the most dangerous neighborhood in Houston.”

  He ran to the front door and swung it open. His jaw tensed and his hands curled into fists.

  “Bro!” Jeremy cried as he stepped inside, slapping him on the back as he passed him. “Am I too late for bingo?”

  4

  A tumult of emotions ran through Lash as he watched Jeremy step into the room. He took a deep breath, reminding himself that this was his brother, his longtime best friend. He tried his best to shake the vision, no, the memory he had of Jeremy and Naomi.

  It was a memory that kept replaying in his head, even after Jeremy left on his so-called break and Lash moved Naomi up to their mountain home. It was of Jeremy handing a wedding band to Naomi’s father, a symbol of the old days, when the first-born of the household made his intentions for marriage directly to the woman’s father. Raphael hadn’t denied it was a memory.

  And Jeremy? He didn’t have to say anything—the look on his face said it all. Lash remembered the expression on his face when he first laid his eyes on Naomi. Lash couldn’t shake that look from his mind. Now there he was, acting as if nothing had changed.

  Even though Naomi was adamant that all her memories were of him, he couldn’t help but wonder if in the past, a past she couldn’t remember, she had loved Jeremy. Would that change now that Jeremy was back and she got to know him better? It seemed like everyone loved him, even Gabrielle.

  No. He had to believe Naomi would stay true to him, no matter what.

  Just as he was about to speak, Raphael floated through the door, his smile disappearing when he took in the expression on Lash’s face.

  “Have we come at a bad time?”

  You could say that, Lash thought. His eyes followed Jeremy as the golden-haired angel walked toward the one person he wanted to keep all to himself. When Naomi smiled up at him, he fought the instinct to grab her and take her as far away from his brother as possible.

  “Of course not,” Naomi said to him and then turned to Jeremy. “So, spill it.”

  Jeremy paled, and an odd expression flashed across his face. “Uh, spill what?”

  “The boots. Rachel said you got a pair,” she said, looking down expectantly at his feet.

  Jeremy let out a rush of air, and the ever-present grin returned. “You bet!” He stuck out his foot. “Tell me these boots don’t rock it.”

  She laughed. “You definitely made some changes while you were gone. I miss your suits, though I love the leather jacket. Is that why you disappeared for so long? Shopping?”

  “Why? Miss me?” Jeremy winked.

  Lash took a step forward. He didn’t like where this was going—not at all.

  Raphael immediately stepped in front of Lash, blocking his way. “We all missed you, Jeremiel,” he said.

  “You left so quickly the day after you and Lash...” Naomi bit her lip and glanced nervously at Lash. “Well, I was hoping you two would talk it out.”

  “That is why we are here,” Raphael said. “I was given permission to divulge some information to you about our past. Shall we have a seat?”

  As they gathered in the living room, Lash firmly placed Naomi’s hand in his. He eyed Jeremy, who sat across from them with Raphael. There was something off about Jeremy. Although he was smiling, he didn’t seem happy. The special spark that drew everyone to him was gone. In all the years he’d known him, Jeremy had never looked like he did now. It had always been the other way around, where he was the brooding one and Jeremy was by his side, distracting him from whatever troubled him. He struggled between his
desire to console his old friend and wanting to stay angry with him.

  He watched Jeremy’s eyes zoom in on Naomi’s hand as it held on to his, and then quickly look away when Lash caught him staring.

  It’s easier to stay mad, he thought.

  “Before Jeremiel left on his”—Raphael glanced at Jeremy and cleared his throat—“extended assignment, I shared with him the information that I had shared with you, Lahash.”

  “Hermano!” Jeremy held out a fist toward him, grinning. “Don’t leave me hanging, Bro.”

  Lash felt Naomi jabbing him in the ribs. How did she get such a pointy elbow?

  He sighed and reached out to fist-bump him.

  Naomi beamed. “That would explain why you two were such great friends all those years.”

  “Were,” Lash mumbled under his breath.

  Jeremy frowned slightly as he sat back in his seat. “You know I would’ve told you about my assignment if I were allowed.”

  “Yeah, sure. Whatever.”

  “Lash,” Naomi reprimanded.

  He let go of her hand, scowling. “I thought you didn’t trust him, and now you’re all ‘let’s be one happy family.’ I don’t know. Maybe I’m better off not remembering the past.”

  “How can not having a memory of your own family be better? It’s a part of who you are,” she said.

  “Those are wise words, Naomi,” Raphael said, his voice low and with authority. He turned to Lash and looked him straight in the eye. “The person you are today is made from who you were yesterday. Your past influences the present, and it is family that shapes your growth.”

  “See, that’s exactly what I mean. We all know I’m a screw-up.” Lash stood up and paced the floor. “I only had a few memories shown to me, but they were enough for me to know, to realize that even back then, I was second best—to you.” He directed at Jeremy.

  “Lahash,” Raphael stood up and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Lucifer showed you only what serves to benefit him.”

  Lash pulled away. “No, Raphael. It was more than that. Even before the memories, I felt it. I know you were disappointed with me staying a seraph and getting disciplined after almost every assignment. Jeremy and I both started as seraphs, and within the year he was assigned the position of archangel. And me, well...”