All For An Angel

by Jasmine Black

  She took the length of him inside her and rode his dick fast and hard. Her sweet titties bounced against his chest. Feeling himself close to the point of no return, he gripped her hips and stopped her motion. “Slow down, shortcake.”

  Changing speeds, she grasped his shoulders as her neck tipped back. She closed her eyes and moaned. Sexy sounds vibrated in his ears and dashed straight to the head doing all the thinking. This was more torture than her frantic grinding. How the hell was he to satisfy her desire if he couldn’t last longer than thirty seconds?

  “Amy, settle down.” He needed a moment, but even when she stopped her movements, she still throbbed around him.

  “What? You don’t like it?” Confusion washed over her face and her eyes clouded with tears.

  “Baby.” He kissed her quivering lips. “I like it too much. You’re perfect in every way, but I’m too close to exploding, and we didn’t even use a condom.”

  She moved off his lap and lay down. Her eyes begged him to come closer. He reached for a condom, but she grabbed his arm. Was she crazy? Or did she want his baby?

  He’d gladly give her one if she wanted a baby with him, but he wouldn’t be an absentee father. She’d said it was just sex. He could live with just sex, for now. However, if she carried his child, he’d want more.

  “Amy—”

  “Just make love to me.”

  He slid back inside her, still wet and hot. Slowly, he moved in and out. Her arms held him tight, and she buried her face in his chest. She laid still and let him have control.

  Moving inside a woman had never felt so right. The scent of a woman had never smelled so exotic. The whimpers of a woman had never sounded so pleasing.

  Amy. His Amy. Her curves, her tits, her ass. All naked, in his bed and making love to him. He could feel the love exude from her body. A feeling he’d felt with any other woman. “Don’t hold back, baby.” She met his thrust and moaned with greater intensity. Her back arched, and her head hit his pillow. “That’s it baby. Come for me.”

  He pumped faster, and she rocked beneath him. Never had he envisioned her looking as sexy as she did now. Her eyes closed, mouth open in full cries of ecstasy. Smooth, silky legs wrapped around him.

  The next few thrusts were deeper and hard. She screamed his name and convulsed around him, sending him to the point of no return. He spilled his seed inside her, and she dug her nails into his ass, pulling him as close as she could.

  Hot and sweaty, their bodies clung to each other. Her rapid breaths caressed his bare chest and tickled his nipple. “Oh, Amy. That was better than I’d ever dreamed it could be.”

  Pain shot through his heart. One time would never be enough. He needed her in his life. No matter what had happened in the past, his feelings had never changed and tonight had proven they were stronger than ever.

  He kissed her forehead, rolled next to her and pulled her in his arms. She was the love of his life and he prayed to God their love would conceive a child.

  Chapter 7

  Amy sipped on a cup of coffee while Angel ran around the tiny living room. Her mouth moved faster than her short legs, talking about the things she’d done with Grandma and Grandpa.

  She should have known Angel would be hyped this morning. A few hours of sleep would have been the smart thing, but she’d get through this morning and grab a nap later with her little munchkin. The memories she and Gabe made last night would stay with her forever. They would have to. Losing Angel to a man who didn’t want kids broke her heart more than a lifetime without Gabe.

  Angel ran into her leg and wrapped her tiny arms around her waist. “I love you, Mommy.”

  Her heart melted at the sweet words. “I love you, too.” She bent down and kissed her forehead.

  The choice was easy to make. Of course, her daughter and Gabe’s safety came first. She smiled as Angel danced off, giggling as she went. But inside, she wanted Gabe there, watching with her. Sharing the parenting duties as well as the joy.

  What if those duties doubled in nine months? She massaged her temples with her thumb and middle finger. Was she crazy? No, she’d been wrapped up in the moment. The thought of being his wife, having his babies had clouded her judgment. If she was pregnant she’d love the child and share the happiness with Gabe.

  She had to stop thinking those thoughts, they were done. Last night had come and gone. Now when she lay down to sleep, she would no longer wonder what she was missing. She would know. The knowledge hurt worse than the dream.

  He had taken his time with her the first time they made love. Made everything perfect. Twice more in the night, he had taken her fast and hard. The sounds he made when he came still echoed in her mind. She wanted to keep them there forever, hear them over and over.

  Listening to the echo of his moans became impossible with people shouting outside her apartment. She went to the door, intent on telling them to shut the fuck up. Opening the door, she found a group of young males arguing. One group dressed in black while the other had on yellow. Neighborhood gang colors. Her gaze dropped to the sacks of cocaine in the guys’ hands to the right of her. On the left, the men held guns. Fear gripped her. She’d witnessed the scene too many times in the past, and it had never turned out good. Adrenaline rushed through her.

  Closing the door just in time, she ran to Angel and scooped her up. Bullets whizzed through the window. Glass shattered. Amy squeezed in the bedroom closet with Angel and waited, praying they’d let the two of them live.

  She hugged Angel in the dark and musty closet while shots continued outside. The terrifying noises ceased and everything went quiet. Angel’s tiny body trembled in her arms and sobbed. Afraid they were looking for them, she rocked Angel to keep her still.

  They sat in the closet for so long, she lost track of the time. Angel lay limp in her arms as she slept. Then she heard voices. Still pumping with adrenaline, her heart pounded in her chest, wondering which gang had survived and came looking to keep her quiet.

  She shifted Angel and whispered in her ear. “Shh.”

  “Seawell police. Come out with your hands up.” She heard a male voice call.

  Hoping it was a cop, she took her chance. “We’re in here, unarmed. Just a mother and her child.”

  “Come out, slowly.”

  Amy crept open the closet door. She blinked as her eyes adjusted to the light. “Oh, thank God,” she said when the man behind the voice wore a blue uniform.

  “Are you okay, ma’am?” The officer slid the gun in his holster and helped her up.

  A few cuts and bruises and a bit shaken up, but otherwise she was fine. Amy smoothed down her blouse and nodded at the officer.

  “We’re going to need a statement.”

  * * * *

  Gabe rubbed his eyes before looking at the stack of paperwork on his desk. Thoughts of Amy refused to let him work. She was everything he’d ever dreamed of and then some. Voluptuous curves and soft skin. His dick hardened thinking about her and their night together. The first of many, he hoped. Maybe he could get her to move in with him and out of her nasty apartment. Angel could have her own room. Maybe he’d fix up the third bedroom as a nursery.

  The feud between him and Lou didn’t have to stand in the way of him and Amy. Besides, it was high time Lou stopped blaming him for Jenna’s death. It had been a freak accident. What Lou had done was cruel and intentional.

  True, Amy mothered his brother’s child, but Lou could care less about either one of them. Couldn’t she see Lou for what he’d become? Last night she’d made love to him, not Lou. She’d cried the name Gabe when she’d came, again and again. He remembered the sweet sound of his name from her lips. A shiver ran down his neck and he shuddered.

  “Hey, Hawk. You’re looking a bit rough there pal. Hard night?” Todd, a fellow officer, walked by his desk.

  “Great night, really.” He took a sip of his coffee then scratched his unshaven face.

  “Well, well. Hawk swooped down and grabbed him some prey. Who was she?”
Todd sat down on the edge of Gabe’s desk. A smile formed on Todd’s face as he waited for the details. Any other time Gabe would have told him everything, but not about Amy. He wouldn’t do that to her.

  “It wasn’t like that, and I’m not telling who.” He had a stack of work to get through, and he needed sleep. Not to mention a reason to drop by Amy’s after work.

  “Not talking about who you bagged? She must mean something to you.” Todd’s jaw dropped. “Oh, shit! You finally slept with Amy. Congratulations.” He slapped him on the back, nearly spilling the mug of coffee.

  His head snapped around, looking to see who else was in the room. “Keep your damn voice down. I don’t need the whole town talking about it.”

  “Fine.” Todd held his hands up and backed away. “I hope she was with you this morning.”

  He didn’t want to play games. The faster he got Todd to shut up, the faster he could get work done. “Why?”

  “Why? Don’t you check the morning reports? You didn’t read about the shooting this morning at The Pharmacy? Three people were killed, others wounded.”

  “What the fuck? You’re sitting here bullshitting with me, and you know Amy lives there!”

  Todd mumbled something as Gabe grabbed his keys and ran out the door, dialing her number on his cell. Shit, disconnected. He had to get to his girls and make sure they were safe. Then he would demand she pack her things and move.

  Chapter 8

  Amy tossed the last of the broken glass in the trash. Good thing it was summer and warm outside. No telling how long it would be before the landlord replaced the window. The plastic, held with duct tape, would have to do for now.

  Another knock came at her door. She swore every tenant had stopped by asking questions. How many times would she have to tell the same story?

  She opened the door to find an identical of Gabe; only, he wore a pompous smile and upscale clothing. Lou. “What the hell do you want?” Earlier she’d taken a long hot shower to calm her nerves and then put on her robe. Now she tightened the belt, feeling vulnerable under Lou’s scrutiny.

  “Is that any way to greet the father of your child? Damn Amy, start being nice to me.” He pushed his way into the apartment. “So the news is true?”

  “What news?” Did he hear about the shooting or her night with Gabe?

  “Don’t act stupid, bitch. People in this town are loyal to me. They tell me everything.”

  So he did know about her fling with Gabe last night. How could she be dumb enough to believe otherwise? He told her all the time how he chummed up to the judge and a few cops on the force. Had her one selfish night cost her the dearest person in her world? Her heart jumped in her throat. Over her dead body would he take her child. She’d have to try to sooth his anger.

  Lou looked around and kicked stuffing that had flown out of Angel’s teddy bear after being shot. “This place isn’t safe for my kid. Drug dealers shooting the place up and gangs clashing. I didn’t want to do it, but you leave me no choice.” He held out papers, but she couldn’t force her hand to reach for them.

  “Whatever.” He dropped them on the coffee table. “My brat needs a safe place to live, and you can’t offer it.”

  “Lou, please don’t do this.” She closed the door and stepped closer to him.

  “Where is she anyway?” He strolled through the bedroom and bathroom and then came back to her.

  “She’s at a neighbor’s, taking a nap. Please, don’t take her from me. She’s all I have. Give me a month, and I’ll be in another apartment. I swear. I’ve already looked at it, and I almost have the deposit. It’s a nice two bedroom place.” She reached out and grabbed his arm. “If you could give me some money for a deposit, I could be out of here by the end of the week.”

  “Always asking for money. News flash! I work hard for my cash. Get off your lazy fat ass and get a better job. I’m not supporting you. Or your brat, as long as she lives here.” He jerked his arm away.

  “No, Lou! I’m begging you.” The tears ran down her face. She wanted to be strong, but she had nothing to fight him with. “Please. There has to be a way we can work this out.” She took hold of his hands.

  “Well.” He licked his lips and stared at her from her breasts to her toes. “I might be willing to work out some sort of agreement.” He untied her robe and slid his hands inside, groping her breasts.

  She hated his hands on her, especially after spending the night with the only man she could ever love.

  Her breath caught as Gabe burst through the door. “Amy!” He stopped cold when he saw Lou’s hands on her body.

  She pulled away from Lou and retied her robe. Shit. The shock on Gabe’s face took her right back to the lake when she gave her virginity to the wrong guy. Her heart stopped and shame replaced the fear she’d felt moments ago.

  “Well, isn’t this cute. My big bad cop brother rushing in to make sure the slut is okay.”

  Gabe crossed the room in two steps and delivered a punch, knocking Lou to his knees. “Get up. It’s time to settle this once and for all, you jackass.”

  Lou held his face where Gabe’s fist had connected. Rage flamed in his eyes. Then he lunged at Gabe’s legs, knocking them both to the floor.

  “Stop it! Both of you.” She tried to pull them apart, but Lou pushed her. Before she could catch her balance, her head slammed against the wall. Pain stabbed her skull and the room blurred for a few moments.

  Gabe threw a crushing blow to Lou’s nose. When Lou dropped to his knees, Gabe came to her side and helped her up. “You fucking asshole,” he growled at Lou. “You didn’t have to push her.”

  “And you didn’t have to kill Jenna, but you did. She was my world, and you took that away. So I took your world.”

  “Jenna was killed by a mugger. I had nothing to do with it.” He looked at Amy’s head where it hit the wall, and then led her to the couch. “Damn it Lou, when are you going to forgive me?”

  “Never! She thought you were playing a joke on her, sending a guy to steal her brand new purse. She would’ve never stood up to that bastard if you hadn’t teased her, laughed at her for being too girly.” Lou scurried up and straightened his designer suit. “I’ll never forget her.”

  “No one is asking you to forget her. We’re just asking for you to end this feud. We used to be best friends. Lou, we all played pranks on each other. We were kids. We made stupid decisions,” Gabe said. “It could’ve happened to any of us.”

  “But it didn’t. It happened to Jenna and I’m left to suffer without her. It was your turn to pull a prank. You teased her relentlessly over that purse. Then someone tries to steal it? I hold you accountable. Jenna is dead and some murderer is out there living free.”

  “Lou, you know Gabe pranked you with a fake acceptance letter to Princeton.” She rubbed her head as a pain shot through it. “Jenna was my best friend. Don’t you think I miss her too? We all do, but this has gone on too long. You can’t keep blaming Gabe for her tragic death.”

  Lou wiped blood from his lip. “Yes, I can. And you…” He nodded his head at her. “I told you to stay away from him.” He pointed at Gabe. Walking to the door, he stopped and turned around. “Don’t worry about packing any of Angel’s shit. I’ll buy everything new for her.” Then he left.

  “Amy, what was he talking about?” Gabe sat down beside her.

  “Nothing.” She choked out.

  “Bullshit. Are you moving in with him?”

  “What? No. I—” She grabbed for him, but he stood up and walked around.

  “Don’t lie to me. I walked in, and he had his hands on you. You’re in a robe for Christ sakes. A drug deal went sour outside your door a few hours ago and there’s yellow tape everywhere. Instead of calling me, you called Lou, and he rushed over here. Hell, you slept with me last night, and today you sleep with him?”

  Her head spun and her breathing increased. How could she convince him nothing happened? That her heart belonged to him, always had, always would. She moved towa
rd him, took hold of his shoulders and looked up into his eyes. “No, it’s not like that. Gabe…”

  He jerked away. “Three times last night wasn’t good enough for you? I’m not good enough for you? You had to call Lou. When I heard about the shooting, I drove ninety miles an hour to get here.” He let out a grunt as though he’d just come to a realization, and he sneered. “I nearly killed myself to get here to make sure you and Angel were safe, and you were fucking my brother. As if last night never happened! You are a slut.”

  “That’s not true; I took a shower, alone. Lou barged in here. Baby, please.”

  “Save it for someone who cares, because I don’t anymore.” He walked out, slamming the door behind him.

  She stood frozen in shock. Had he called her a slut? He was angry and hurt and no doubt used words to hurt her back. And it had worked. Her heart stung from pain of his remark.

  God, this couldn’t be happening to her. Her apartment lay in shambles, Lou would get Angel, and she’d hurt Gabe all over again. Past mistakes had gotten her into this mess. She wouldn’t make any more. If Lou wanted a fight, she’d give him one.

  Chapter 9

  Amy wore her tightest pair of jeans, a uniform shirt taken in at the waist, and had done her hair and make-up. She left one too many buttons undone on her top and wiggled a bit too much as she walked.

  Other waitresses did it all the time, and it paid off. Today, the tips rolled in for her as well. Men slapped her butt, and she smiled, even laughed with the richer ones. By the end of the lunch crowd, her tips totaled almost more than she had made last week.

  Things were going great until Gabe walked in and sat in her section. He knew she worked on Mondays, and her section never changed. Why did he have to come in today? His words came to mind when she looked down and saw the amount of cleavage spilling out of her blouse. You are a slut.