by Mary Abshire
“Fuck,” she gasped out.
The slight pain transformed into pleasure and snaked through her. His heady gaze watched her, studied her, while he nibbled on her hard pebble. Desire rose and her heart pumped faster. She licked her lips and took in deep breaths through her nose. The angel was torturing her in the way he knew best. And she didn’t want him to stop.
He moved his lips from her tit to her mouth. His tongue slid next to hers and they quickly capitalized on their playtime. While he kept his one hand on her other breast, she raked her nails down his back. He groaned and pressed his concrete shaft against her hip. She loved seeing him come undone from her touch. She really loved feeling his passion when he was about to climax. Since he seemed to enjoy tormenting her with longing, she felt obligated to treat him the same.
She braced her foot on the bed and then nudged him until he rolled onto his back. She wasted no time and climbed on top of him, careful not to lower onto his erection. Now, she had him right where she wanted.
He threaded his fingers into her locks and held them away from her face. She pried her mouth from his and quickly pressed her lips to his neck. He tilted his head and she rolled her tongue down to his collarbone. She nipped at his throat in several places until she found the perfect spot to mark him. Pressing her lips to his flesh, she sucked on it and he groaned. Payback wasn’t always a bitch.
Bracing one hand above his shoulder, she lifted her body. Both his hands captured her breasts. She swung one leg over and scooted down his body, rubbing her sex against his hip and then his thigh.
“You’re wet,” he said.
“You’re hard.”
She lowered and began kissing his chest. He moved his hands to her back and gently caressed her while she glided her tongue over his torso, tracing a muscle, and then circling his nipple. She latched onto it like he had so many times with her. His heart thudded stronger. She tweaked his other pebble with her finger and thumb. He pressed the tips of his fingers deeper into her flesh. Clearly, her actions were having an effect on him. She licked her way through the valley of muscles and took to sucking on his other nipple while she traveled her fingers lower. His thick shaft was hers for the taking. And she did. When she squeezed it, he sucked in air through his teeth and tensed.
“Sorry,” she said as she inched her way down his body.
He grinned. “No, you’re not.”
Still grasping his rod, she stopped next to it and smiled. “You’re right. I’m not.”
Starting from the base, she licked the underside of his erection, and then circled around the head. His body tensed and let out a throaty groan.
“You’re evil,” he said.
“Going to stop me?” She licked the head of his cock and tasted his salty fluid.
“Hell no. Never.”
Enough said, she took his rigid shaft into her mouth. He pressed his head back and held one hand to the back of her head while his other gripped the sheet from the bed. She slowly began torturing—no stroking him with her lips. From his head to his toes, his body was wound up tight. She took her time, sucking and dragging out his torment. His chest expanded and contracted as he took in deep breaths. His fingertips dug into the back of her skull, but he never forced her down upon him. Having adjusted to his large size, she took him deeper and flicked her tongue underneath. His clenched fist holding the cover began to quiver. She cupped his balls and pumped his cock quicker into her mouth. His release shot out fast and the salty flavor slid down her throat. He gasped for air while his rod pulsed vibrantly inside her mouth.
She waited until his breathing became steady before she released him. He ran his fingers over his head and swallowed hard.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
He chuckled. “No.”
Brows furrowed, she moved up his chest. “What’s wrong?” She placed her palm in the center and felt the vibrations of his pounding heart.
He gestured toward his cock. “In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m still hard.”
“So … that’s not normal for you?”
He put his hand on her check and rubbed his thumb over her lips. “This has never happened to me. It has to be you. And I don’t care if I have to—”
A ringing from Emily’s phone down the hall stole their attention. The standard tune told her instantly the caller wasn’t Troy. Emily quickly crawled off the bed. As soon as her feet landed on the floor, she grabbed the towel and hurried out the room, wrapping it around her. Bright light lit up the dining and living rooms from the open patio blinds. Emily’s purse lay on the floor near the sofa where she’d left it. She rushed to dig her cell from the bag. As soon as she had it in her hand, she tapped the screen. The number on it was one she didn’t recognize.
“Hello?” the man asked. His voice sounded familiar.
“Yes?”
Andrew strode from the room with a pair of boxers on. She noticed a slight bulge.
“Is this Carrie?” the man asked.
“This is Carrie,” she said as she straightened. “Who’s calling please?”
Andrew stopped in front of her. Brows slightly arched, he stared at her.
“This Mark Williamson, your backyard neighbor. We met the other day.”
“Oh, yes. Hi Mark. What can I do for you?” She pointed her thumb behind her, toward the patio, and Andrew nodded.
“I’m sorry to bother you so early, but I’m trying to find a sitter for later this evening.”
“Yeah, I’m free and it just so happens Spencer is off.”
Smiling, Andrew moved closer and reached for her towel. She smacked his hand and took a step back, kicking her purse and nearly stumbling.
“Oh, wonderful. I have to leave for work by five this evening and Susan has to leave by six. I’ll get home around three in the morning, a few hours before she will.”
Emily turned away from Andrew and ambled in the living room. “I’ll be honest, I don’t have a lot of furniture in the house for any kind of sleepover. It’s best if we were to babysit at your place. But I can fix dinner for them here, in mine.”
“That’s fine. The kids will feel more comfortable in their own beds anyway.”
Andrew stepped around the sofa. He took a seat at the end.
“What time should I expect to see them?” Emily asked.
“Susan will probably drop them off a little after five. She’ll have all the baby’s supplies for you too, just in case you need anything before you bring them all home.”
Emily stopped and looked at Andrew. “Great. We’ll be ready.”
“Thank you so much, we really appreciate it. I have to run a few errands and take the Justine to an appointment. If something changes, please call me as soon as you can.”
“I doubt anything will, but I will be sure to you call you right away,” she said.
“Thanks again, Carrie.”
“No problem. Take care.”
“Bye now.”
She lowered the cell.
“So, we’re babysitters tonight?” Andrew asked.
“Yeah.” She stood near him and set the phone on the coffee table. “Susan will bring them here a little after five. She has to be to work by six. I’ll fix pasta for dinner. Kids love spaghetti.”
“I love spaghetti.”
“We’ll have to take them back to their house. Mark gets off at three, so he’ll make it home before Susan.”
“I don’t have to be at work until nine tomorrow morning,” Andrew said.
“I assumed you’d want to come with me to check out their house.” She tightened the towel around her since it seemed to be loosening.
“Of course, and what could be more fun than watching three kids, one of which is a baby?”
“Well…” Her lips stretched into a smile. “There are more fun things to do. I’m willing to bet your cock would agree with me.”
He lowered his gaze to his groin. “Yes, I think you’re right.”
He leaned forward and placed his hand on her thigh
. Slowly, he brought his fingers up. The tickling sensation from his touch created a wealth of heat between her legs. He tempted her in the worst way possible. Weren’t angels supposed to be kind and helpful instead of playful and naughty?
Her stomach growled loudly. If she didn’t feed it soon, she’d have a monster inside her. She placed her hand over Andrew’s and stopped him from reaching her apex. “We should eat something before we start fooling around again.”
“You have what I want to eat,” he said with a grin.
“If you don’t eat real food, you won’t have energy for other things later,” she said as she slid his hand from her thigh.
“You have a point. I need energy so I can make you come again and again.”
His heated words and sexy voice made her nipples ache. She’d love for him to stay true to his statement. She planned to find out if he’d have the stamina after she prepared a good meal for them.
Chapter Twenty-One
Andrew slowed his pace from jogging as he reached the driveway. Sweat dampened every part of his body and ran down his face. The steamy temperature and bright sun had made it difficult for him to jog, but he’d pushed himself and had kept going. He’d needed the exercise after he’d stuffed himself full of blueberry pancakes. Emily had known they were his favorite and had fixed extra. He knew he’d eaten too much, but he felt better now that he’d jogged five miles.
He dug into the pocket of his shorts for the key to the house. His heartbeat and breathing started to calm. A cold bottle of water and a shower sounded refreshing. But what he looked forward to the most was seeing Emily. Now that he’d managed to get her to fool around, she seemed more willing to make moves toward him. He loved it when she kissed him everywhere, when her hands explored all parts of him, when her wet lips wrapped around his cock and made him come. The woman blew his mind and he looked forward to the day when he could make love to her.
After unlocking the door, he pushed it open. “I’m back,” he yelled as he stepped inside. The house sounded quiet. Cool air from the air conditioning soothed his heated skin. He secured the door before he strode down the hall. “Emily?”
He glanced in the bedroom as he removed his sweaty shirt. The bed had been made and the curtains were left open. The open bathroom door revealed darkness, so he doubted she was in there. Shirt in hand, he continued down the hall. He stopped near the dining area upon seeing every room empty, but a piece of paper lay on the center island. He wiped his face with his shirt as he strode to the kitchen.
He lifted the note and found Emily’s curvy handwriting. She’d gone to the store to pick up a few extra things for the kids. Sighing, he set the paper and the house key down. He’d wanted to see her reaction to his bare chest. He’d hoped she’d roll her delicate tongue down his long torso and to his cock. Since she’d done it earlier, he could picture it well now and practically feel her touching him. His cock swelled from the imagery.
Feeling aroused and hot, he grabbed a water bottle from the refrigerator. He gulped the cold fluid and it helped cool him. The time on the microwave showed there was a little over an hour before the kids would arrive. He decided to clean up since he couldn’t enjoy time with his woman. After finishing the bottle, he tossed it into the recycling can and then headed for the bathroom.
The lukewarm spray from the shower relaxed him. He washed his short hair and enjoyed the water running over him. His thoughts returned to Emily. They’d spent a great deal of time exploring each other’s body. He’d come more times than he could ever remember with a single woman. When she was naked around him, he couldn’t resist touching and kissing her. His urges wanted him to do more. His cock had kept a steady hard-on. No wonder his balls ached.
He checked his arms, looking for any signs the council had added an extra year to his sentence. Although they hadn’t told him if they would tell him or not via a tattoo, he presumed they would have some way of letting him know they added a year. Nothing had changed. But he hadn’t had sex yet, so that could’ve been the reason why no new tats had appeared.
He had no doubt in his mind he was going to make love to her at some point. He’d accepted the terms of his punishment and wouldn’t let it stop him from having Emily. He loved her and wanted all of her. He would give anything to spend the rest of his life here and in heaven with her.
Feeling cleansed, he turned off the taps. The cool air gave him a slight chill after he pushed the curtain aside. He snatched the towel as he stepped from the tub and then dried his head and body. On his way to the mirror, he noticed a red mark on his neck. He hadn’t noticed it earlier. Emily had given him a hickey. That sexy, strong-willed woman had probably thought she’d gotten even with him for the one he’d given her. Oh, she was so wrong. He’d make sure to leave his mark her in some other way.
Proud to have been claimed by the woman he loved, he strode from the bathroom naked and with an erection. He entered the room where he kept his clothes and considered what to wear. T-shirts were out of the question since his tattoo would show. As usual, he’d have to wear something to cover the ink. He donned a pair of boxers and a pair of jeans. Before they’d reached his hips, he heard snaps from one of the doors in the hall. He finished tugging on his pants before heading for the open door.
Bags swished together as Emily walked into the house from the front door. She wore jeans and white blouse with small blue flowers. Multiple white plastic sacks hung form her arms.
“Need any help?” he asked.
She strode by him. “No, I’ve got it.”
He followed her to the kitchen.
She set everything on the center island. “I have a few more things to get. If you want to help, you can put the cold items away for me.”
“Sure.”
She left him with the goods on the counter. He started taking unloading the bags. She’d bought garlic toast, cheesy bread, more pasta, pasta sauce, chips, salsa, orange juice, fruit juice, different types of cookies, more seasonings, more fruit and vegetables, nuts, batteries, and few canned goods. How did a few items turn into six bags of groceries?
Andrew chuckled to himself as he stocked the refrigerator. He was certain Emily had gone out of the way to make sure the kids would have options to eat and drink. From the day he’d first met her he’d noticed how kind and generous she was under her rough and tough persona. Now he knew she was also intensely passionate.
Emily walked in carrying her purse and a larger bag with boxes.
“What’s that?” he asked.
“Games. I got Jenga, Operation, and Life.” She set the boxes flat on the center island. “I know Life is for eight and up, but kids are smart today. Brian might be able to play.”
“I thought you were getting a few things,” he said with a grin.
“Well, I got to thinking we should have snacks for them and I don’t know what they like to drink.”
He walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her. “You’re too kind.”
He couldn’t help but wonder what kind of mother she would make. He suspected a very loving and compassionate one who would be protective her child.
“The games might help them talk to us. When I met them, they seemed very timid and shy.”
“Everything will be fine.”
He leaned in and gave her a gentle kiss. Her response was hesitant until he pressed his lips to hers again. She moved her hands to his bare chest and opened her mouth just enough for him to slip his tongue inside. His heartbeat grew stronger along with his erection. Her tongue frolicked with his, but not for long. She pushed away from his grasp.
“We can’t do this. They’ll be here in a little while,” she said, sounding a little breathy.
Andrew let out a heavy sigh and lowered his arms. “I’ll finish getting dressed.”
“You should wear that blue plaid shirt with a dark-blue t-shirt underneath,” she said.
“Anything for you.” He pecked her cheek before he headed to the bedroom.
Andrew grabbed th
e two shirts she’d mentioned from his closet. He could’ve asked why she wanted to wear them, but it didn’t matter. The fact she’d asked him was enough for him. He took the tops into the bathroom and set them on the vanity. Staring into the mirror, he noticed the hair on his face was coming in faster. Emily hadn’t said anything about it. He wondered if she liked it. He considered for a brief moment to let the hair grow out more, but decided another time might be better.
After he shaved and tidied up the bathroom, he donned the two shirts. He strolled from the bathroom, rolling the sleeves two inches above his wrists. The scent of garlic and herbs drifted in the air. When he inhaled the aroma deeply, his stomach rumbled.
He walked toward the kitchen. “Something smells good.”
“I’m sprucing up the pasta sauce.” She stirred in a pot.
He came to a halt behind her and slid his hands under her shirt. She froze as he moved his hands up to her chest. The damn bra blocked him from touching her plump breasts, but he felt her warm, soft flesh.
“I’m not sure fooling around near a hot stove is a good idea,” she said.
He pressed his nose close to her ear and inhaled the sea-breeze scent from her hair. “Sorry, but I love touching you, among other things.”
“Do you think you’ll be able to manage while the kids are here?”
“Sure. I’ll just have my way with you after they go to sleep.” He kissed her cheek before he moved to the fridge. He grabbed a cold bottle of water.
Emily covered the pot with the lid. He took several drinks while she moved to the sink. She leaned her backside against the counter and crossed her arms. The serious expression on her face warned him something troubled her. He swallowed and lowered the bottle.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“We need to be careful.”
A trace of fear snaked through him. “What do you mean?”
“It’s easy to get wrapped up in each other. I know it and you know it. I don’t want to do something that either of us will regret.”
He walked past the stove and set the water on the counter. “I don’t regret anything. I won’t.”
