Honor Love: Saints Protection & Investigations

by Maryann Jordan

  Shaking her head while not breaking rhythm, she continued to suck until the hot semen hit the back of her mouth. Sucking until the last drop came into her mouth, she slid off looking satisfied.

  He was not sure his legs could hold him up as he lay back against the door. The tingling sensation from his lower back through his balls had him panting to catch his breath. He was barely aware of Angel tucking him carefully back into his pants and re-zipping them.

  He lowered his head to gaze into her face. She ran her tongue over her still-pink lips before rising on tip-toes to kiss him once again.

  Just then the oven timer went off and she twirled away from him, laughing. “Perfect timing,” she sang as she washed her hands before taking another tray of muffins out of the oven and placing them on cooling racks.

  *

  Monty took his duffle bag up to Angel’s apartment while she finished the baking. When he had asked why she was still baking, she grinned and told him to come back down when he was done. Walking over to one of her windows, he pulled back the red sheers and looked out at the rapidly falling snow. Dusk was coming early this evening and as he looked down the street, the snow had already covered the ground. Movement at the edge of the corner of the building caught his attention, but he was unable to see what it was.

  Rapidly moving to another window overlooking the front of the building, he saw a large group of people shuffling through the snow toward the front of Angel’s bakery. Leaning his forehead against the cold window pane to gain a better view, it appeared as though they had congregated at her doorstep.

  He sprinted to the stairs, jogging down and into the kitchen before he heard voices coming from the front. Flying to the front, he skidded to a stop, seeing the front door open and Angel standing in the doorway. People walked by and she was handing muffins to them as they thanked her profusely. What the hell is she doing?

  Just then she turned, hearing him coming up behind her. Her blonde hair glistened with the snow pouring behind her as her smile shot straight to his heart. “Hey, sweetie. You’re just in time.”

  Stepping up to her protectively, he looked at the faces of the men and women moving by. Leaning down, he whispered, “Angel, what are you doing?”

  “When I know the weather is going to be bad and some of these people might not be staying at the homeless shelter, I open up for an hour or so to give out muffins.” Turning back, she smiled as heartfelt “thanks” came her way once more.

  Torn between pride at her thoughtfulness and anger at the risk she was taking, he stood stiffly behind her for a moment, his breath coming in spurts. “Babe, I don’t think this is a good idea. You’re encouraging…I mean, you’re—”

  She whipped her head around, her colorful streaks flying out behind her, the smile replaced with a glare. “What? What are you saying,” she hissed under her breath. “I’m encouraging these people to be homeless? Jesus, you sound like my brother.” Huffing, she added, “He’s always worrying.”

  Right then, Monty felt a kinship with her Special Forces brother even though he had never met him. Taking a deep breath, he stepped to her side, saying, “I didn’t say that.”

  “No, but you were thinking it,” she accused.

  He did not deny it, but stayed by her side, if for no other reason than to keep an eye on the group of people. He watched diligently but saw nothing untoward. The group did not rush the door or create a scene. They formed a single file and came by accepting the offered muffins, most expressing gratitude. He watched as Angel’s face shone with a heartfelt smile for every person. She reminded them that the homeless shelter was only a few blocks away and there was a cold-weather refuge in one of the churches down the road.

  Monty kept his eyes peeled in case someone had a weapon or nefarious intent, but his concerns were unfounded. After about half an hour, the last of the visitors had moved on and Angel pushed her almost empty cart back inside the bakery, shutting and locking the door.

  He remembered his parents’ efforts at community service. Twice a year, his mother collected his and Felicity’s clothing that no longer fit and took them to a facility that could use them. Drive up. Drop off. Done. He thought of the charity event Claire had invited him to last summer for a charitable board she served on. The dinner cost hundreds of dollars per plate, there was an auction for various items, and he won two theater tickets. The money was for…I don’t even remember what it was supposed to benefit. Later that month, he took Claire to the theater and she remarked that it was so nice that they could enjoy the finer things while helping the unfortunate. He remembered, at the time, it seemed an incongruous statement to make but had spent no time pondering it further.

  And here was Angel. Businesswoman. Entrepreneur. And philanthropist, by giving of herself to people she could actually see. Actually touching their lives in a personal way. Accepting them, where they are—not demanding they change for her.

  Sighing, Monty stood back watching her in earnest, wondering what her attitude toward him was going to be. She avoided eye contact as she stepped around him, pushing the cart with only a few muffins left on the trays. He followed her into the kitchen as she took the surplus muffins, wrapped them in cellophane, and then placed them in the refrigerator. Shit, she’s not talking to me.

  “Babe,” he called out softly.

  “Hmm?” she asked, still not looking at him, busying herself with unnecessary tasks. She remembered her brother’s visit last summer when he was in-between assignments. The temperature was reaching over one hundred degrees for a week and she passed out muffins and water bottles. He came by and lectured her mercilessly. He claimed her heart overruled her head. Wasn’t that what Monty had said when she tried to find Marcia’s kidnapper by herself?

  “Angel, look at me,” he ordered, his voice softer.

  She turned to face him, keeping her eyes on his chest. He walked over and lifted her chin with his fingers.

  “I’m sorry,” he said.

  Her eyes grew wide at his apology. “You’re sorry for…?” she asked, watching his face carefully.

  He ran his hand over his face, before trusting himself to speak. “I’m sorry for not understanding what you were doing. You have to understand where I’m coming from, Cupcake. I was an investigator with the FBI for years. I’ve seen things I wouldn’t want you to even know about and, believe me, you can’t imagine. So I’m suspicious by nature. I’m fearful for those I love. I’m not trusting of the motives of many.”

  “You do sound like my brother,” she admitted, still holding his gaze.

  “Sounds like someone I’d like to meet,” he said.

  Unable to withhold her smile at the thought of the two of them meeting, she nodded and said, “I’m sure you will sometime when he comes home again.” Then, remembering what he had been saying, she continued, “I can’t live my life with that much fear.”

  “I know we’re different in that respect,” he admitted. “But for every down-trodden, hard-luck story that came by your bakery tonight, there can also someone with issues so that you cannot be certain of how they will react in situations.” He heaved another sigh. “You gotta see it from my point of view, babe. A woman. Alone. Handing out food in front of a shop that could have had some money here. That was dangerous.”

  “You think I should just stop?” she queried, pushing her hair back as her voice vibrated with renewed frustration.

  “No,” he said, surprised at his gut-reaction answer. “But I do think that we can come up with a safer solution. Maybe have them meet you at the church that you said has the cold-weather refuge. It might even encourage them to stay there and utilize the facility.”

  She considered his answer thoughtfully, chewing on the inside of her cheek. “I can do that. As long as you’re not trying to stop me from doing something that I care about, I can compromise.”

  He smiled as he gazed at her face peering up at him so seriously. Sliding his hand to cup her cheek, he smoothed his thumb over her skin before lifting his oth
er hand to follow the same action. “Compromise? I like the sound of that.”

  “You ready to go upstairs?” she asked, her voice low and sultry once more.

  “Oh yeah,” he responded, leaning down to touch his lips to hers. Soft. Gentle. With a promise of more to come. “Let me double check the locks and I’ll be up.”

  Grinning, she lifted up on her toes, kissing his jaw. With a wink and a toss of her colorful streaks, she sashayed up the stairs leaving him staring at her gorgeous ass. Damn. Checking the front and back door locks as fast as he could, he sprinted up the stairs after her.

  Chapter 21

  Entering Angel’s apartment, Monty noticed the overhead lights were off and the only illumination came from several lit, scented candles placed around the room. The door to the bedroom was open and he saw candlelight there as well.

  Angel walked into the room clad in only a short silk robe, the swirling colors of the silk catching the light. With her hair was flowing down her back, his fingers twitched to run through the shiny strands.

  She walked straight toward him, her hands at the belt’s tie on her robe. Smiling, she ran her tongue over her lips as she approached.

  He stood his ground, watching as she continued until she was right at his body, the robe hanging loose, showing her deep cleavage. That’s my girl…knows what she wants and goes after it with everything she’s got! He gazed into her blue eyes, her gaze never wavering. And thank fuck she wants me!

  His hands went to the lapels of her robe, pushing them until the top gapped open and more cleavage peeked through. Placing his hands on the soft material at her shoulders, it took little movement to have the silk land in a pile at her feet. Dragging his eyes down, he perused her full breasts, her tapered waist, and full hips. Her legs, long and toned…Damn, I want them wrapped around me when I’m buried deep inside. With a quick lift, he carried her into the bedroom, laying her on her back, her breasts bouncing with the motion. His dick, already pressing into his jeans, was straining, leaving him to wonder if his zipper was creating a permanent mark.

  Leaning up on her elbows, she watched him as he divested himself of his clothes as quickly as he could. When he was down to his tented boxers, she lowered her gaze to travel slowly over his body. His dark brown hair was clipped neatly, as was his trim beard. She followed his body with her eyes, from his muscular chest to his defined abs. He had a smattering of chest hair that tapered down to the waistline of his boxers. “You’re absolutely gorgeous. You know that, don’t you?” she said, marveling at the muscles flexing with each movement.

  Lifting his eyebrow, he took her in. “Seems like you’ve got that backward,” he countered, his gaze traveling down her luscious body. He lowered his hands to his boxers and kicked them down his legs and onto the floor. Finally out of its constraints, his cock stood at attention as he ran his fist up and down its length. He knelt on the floor pulling her feet toward him before placing a kiss on each instep.

  Angel raised up on her elbows and watched as his bearded face kissed her feet. Trying to jerk her legs back, she could not contain the giggle that erupted. “I’m ticklish,” she gasped, but then his mouth began to move higher and her mirth ended as her pussy clenched in anticipation.

  Kissing up her legs, he then slung them over his shoulders as he moved his lips to the prize. With the flat of his tongue he licked her moist folds, memorizing the taste of her. I want this. Every night. Forever. Plunging his tongue in, he grinned as she jumped, jerking her hips off the bed. “Easy Cupcake, we got all night,” he said. Using his mouth in tandem with his fingers, he nipped, licked, sucked, and worked her into a frenzy.

  He latched onto her clit while sliding a finger deep inside, crooking it as it hit the spot that he had been aiming for. The one that he knew would throw her over the edge. With one last suck, he was not disappointed as she screamed his name and he felt her hot pussy clench his finger as he continued to move his tongue around her clit prolonging the orgasm until she fell boneless back onto the bed.

  Gasping for air, she moaned, “Oh God, Monty. You’re going to kill me.” A giggle erupted as he kissed his way up her body. “I can see it now,” she laughed. “The rescue workers come in after the snowstorm when the bakery doesn’t open and they find our naked bodies, stretched out here on the bed.” She grinned, leaning up to look at him and continued. “There it will be, on our death certificates. Death by sex.”

  “Is that such a bad way to go?” he joked, as he made his way to her breasts, latching onto one dusty nipple.

  “Ummm,” was her only response.

  He continued to move between breasts, his mouth on one while his fingers gently pinched the other. Remembering the first time he saw her in the restaurant wearing the green dress showcasing her breasts to perfection, he had wanted to know what they looked like naked. The soft, natural mounds were even more impeccable than he imagined. His hand skimmed down her body, memorizing her curves as he moved over her waist and landed on her hips.

  “Babe, are you on the pill?”

  “Hmmm?” she murmured, her fingers trailing over his abdomen.

  “Are you on the pill?”

  Her fingers stopped their movement and her eyes sought his. “Yeah, I am. Do you want to—”

  “Fuck yeah,” he said, leaning down to capture her lips. Hotly moving over them, he felt the scorching heat of her body pressed close to his. Lifting his head, he held her gaze. “I’m clean. We get tested—”

  “I believe you,” she breathed against his lips. “I am too.”

  Rolling over on top of her he grabbed her hands in his, pulling them over her head, exposing her beautiful body to his perusal. Moving his straining cock to her entrance, he looked down at her expectant face.

  “Tell me what you want,” he ordered, teasing her pussy with the head of his cock. Moving it slowly through her wet folds, he closed his eyes briefly, forcing himself to go slow. His cock strained to move inside, as though it had a will of its own. Slow down, boy. You’ll get there. Sucking in a deep breath, he opened his eyes, carefully watching her flushed face as she held his gaze.

  “I want you. Now,” she answered, her breasts heaving with each pant as her hips bucked upward.

  Dipping his lips to hers, he whispered, “My pleasure,” before plunging his dick into her hot, tight pussy and his tongue into her warm mouth.

  Moving both in rhythm, he started slowly, his cock stretching her as it hit every nerve along the way. In and out, creating the friction that drove her to distraction. He moved his tongue along her neck, sucking on the tender area at the base where her pulse throbbed.

  Her hands wrapped around his back as her legs entwined around his waist, opening herself up more. Digging her heels into his ass, she heard him groan as she met him thrust for thrust. She felt the power of his muscles underneath her fingertips as they moved over the ridges of his arms and back as they flexed with each stroke.

  “More. Harder,” she moaned as the friction built to a crescendo. She squeezed her eyes shut as the world around her fell away, feeling only the rocking of her body as he powered into her. He changed the angle of his hips, grinding them against her clit. Feeling the world tilting as tremors began in her core and exploded outward, she suddenly felt his dick swell even larger inside.

  Monty watched as her perfect teeth bit into her kiss-swollen bottom lip, her head thrown back against the mattress as he felt his balls tighten. Her breasts moved with each thrust and her breath came out in pants.

  Much to her surprise, he rolled, flipping her on top. “Ride me, baby,” he ordered, and she immediately complied. Moving to her knees, she placed her hands on his chest as she met his every thrust. She tried to control the pace but quickly found herself slowing as the sensations overwhelmed her. He took over the pace, using his hands on her hips to lift her up and down in rhythm to his movements.

  “Open your eyes. I need to see you when you come,” he ordered. Her eyes popped open in obedience, their blue orbs focusing on hi
s. Her plump lips were smiling as he felt her pussy walls clenching on his dick. Reaching down, he tweaked her clit and watched with satisfaction as she screamed his name again, feeling her milk his cock.

  She watched as his normally serious expression changed as his orgasm rocked through him. With his head thrown back, she watched as the veins stood out on his neck as he powered through his orgasm. Looking back down, he held her gaze…neither speaking…neither needing to. Words were not necessary. Love flowed between them. Between their bodies. Between their gazes.

  He felt the difference. He wanted her again as soon as one orgasm passed. He wanted to make the next one better. Sex with Angel was soul rocking. Sex had always seemed perfunctory. Always an action. Not an emotion. But now, emotions were not only involved—they were as necessary as breathing.

  He dropped his head back to the mattress as he tried to catch his breath, as she dropped onto his chest. Rolling to the side, he pulled her along with him. Their sweat-slicked bodies cooled slowly as their heartbeats continued to pound.

  Pushing her silky hair from her face, he watched her as her breathing slowed. After a few seconds, her eyes opened and focused lazily back at him, a lazy smile crossing her face.

  “Hey, you,” she said, stroking his face, her fingers tracing his beard.

  “Hey back,” he added, tucking her in tightly as he pulled the covers up over them, not wanting her to become chilled.

  They lay for a while watching the snow fall, the flakes glistening in the illumination of the street lights outside. Peace descended…Calm. As though the cares of the world could not touch them as they rested in their cocoon.

  Monty pulled her tightly, wrapping his arms around her body, his hand resting on her breast. Throwing a leg over her as well, she was as protected as he knew how to make her.

  She twisted her head and whispered, “Are you any good at snowball fights?”