Indulge

by Liv Morris

  Micah: Everything ok?

  I text him back so that he doesn’t worry.

  Me: Yes.

  Then I catch sight of Jessica’s number.

  Jessica: Hello? Are you going to be available tomorrow?

  Jessica: I don’t have any plans. Just let me know what time you can meet up.

  How many times, and how many different ways!, do I need to tell the girl to leave me alone? I place my phone on my nightstand and plug it in to charge. I don’t delete the messages. I want to show it to Angel. I want her to see that I’m not giving Jessica what she wants, and that’s why she is continuing to bother me.

  I walk into the bathroom to join Angel in the shower. There’s steam coming from the shower, yet I can still make out the outline of her body. I walk to the shower and open the door. Her back is to me and she has her face in the water, rinsing out her hair. I close the door quietly and walk up behind her, wrapping my arms around her tiny body as she jumps.

  “Did I scare you?” I laugh as I bend and kiss her shoulder.

  “A little.” She turns to face me. She is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, even with mascara running down her face.

  “Here let me help you.” I bring up my hand to wipe it off her cheeks, but she spins around putting her face back under the water.

  “No,” she laughs. “I can do it.”

  “Angel, don’t be embarrassed. You are beautiful, no matter what is or isn’t on your face.” I run my hands down her arms.

  “You’re just saying that so you can get lucky.” She sounds serious.

  I bend down to whisper in her ear, “I already did get lucky.” I bring my hand around and grab her breast. She gasps in horror, sounding offended, and pushes my hand off.

  Guess I’m going to have to prove to her about begging for more. I place my hands on her hips and spin her around, pressing her back to the glass as she moans.

  I smile as I kiss her neck, flattening a hand on her stomach. I slide it down until I cup her pussy. I work two fingers in and out of her slowly, teasing her, reminding her of what I just did to her.

  I know she’s sensitive, so I’m trying to be gentle, but she makes it hard when she rocks her hips against my hand.

  “Slade,” she sighs and puts her hands in my hair, bringing my face up. I place my face right in front of hers, pulling my fingers out of her, and bringing them to my mouth as she watches me suck her sweetness off.

  “I could never get enough of that.”

  Her eyes drop to my lips, and she moans. I cradle her head in my hands as I give her a deep kiss. When I pull away, she’s panting.

  “Please,” she breaths as she pushes herself into my erection.

  I smile a full on victory smile “See? I told you.” I lean down to kiss her again. She tightens her hold in my hair and pulls my face from hers.

  “Ouch!”

  “Told me what?” She gives me a hard look.

  “That you would beg for it again,” I laugh lightly.

  She doesn’t.

  She pushes me away from her, and steps under the water to rinse her body one last time, then steps out, leaving me in the shower wondering what the hell just happened. Guess the jokes on me because she just left me hard and wanting. I laugh at myself.

  I finish up in the shower. After drying off and brushing my teeth, I walk in the bedroom to find her already asleep. I make my way under the covers and softly curse when I find her naked.

  I lean over and kiss her hair. “Good night, Angel.” I put an arm around her, pulling her into me. Closing my eyes, I take in a deep breath as the smell of strawberries fill my nose. I didn’t know it could feel this good holding onto a woman.

  I wake up the next morning alone in bed. What is she doing up this early? It’s 5:30 AM.

  With a sigh, I start crawling out of bed. Once I finish up in the bathroom, I head for the kitchen. There is a cup of coffee sitting on the island, so I pick it up and take a sip.

  “Good morning.”

  I pivot around to see a very sexy Angel leaning up against the wall outside the kitchen wearing high heels and the sexiest piece of lingerie I have ever seen in my life. She has one heel up against the wall while her hands are behind her back. My mouth instantly goes dry, and my cock stands to attention.

  Her hair is down and somewhat curly, and she has a pink sheer dress on that is so short it barely covers her pussy with pink matching panties. The top of the dress comes down to a V, reaching her bellybutton, revealing the middle of her tan chest. Only a sheer strap covers each breast.

  “You like it? I went shopping the other day as well.”

  She’s waiting for me to respond, but I can’t think of what to say. I’ve never felt so paralyzed in my life. I feel no words will explain to her how fucking beautiful she is, or how turned on I am, so I just nod my head. She smiles, and it makes me want to drop to my knees. She brings her hands around from behind her back, but I can’t take my eyes off of hers.

  “I thought we could use these this morning.” I have to make my eyes look over at what are dangling from her hand.

  Handcuffs.

  The ones I bought the other day.

  Fuck me!

  “I found them in your bathroom when I was looking for my bag. I didn’t think you would mind.” I shake my head no. “I’m ready whenever you are, baby.” She pushes off the wall and walks towards the direction of my bedroom. I can’t move. My cock is rock hard and wanting her, but yet I can’t move.

  “Slade,” I hear her call my name.

  Fuck.

  My legs take me to her on their own accord. I walk into the bedroom, and she’s lying on her side, the handcuffs on the bed next to her. She pats the bed with one hand.

  “Come sit down, baby.” Baby. She called me baby.

  Fuck. I’m turning into a fucking chick!

  I can’t help it, though. She just has a way with me. I walk over to her and sit on the bed. She sits up in front of me, on her knees with her legs spread apart. Before she can even say anything, I pull her panties to the side and slip a finger in her.

  “Fuck, you’re so wet.” I love that I turn her on just as much as she does me. I kiss my way up her exposed chest. I feel her body shake as she giggles.

  “I told you I was ready,” she says playfully.

  “Oh, I’m ready.” I feel her hand go down my sweatpants, and I groan against her neck as her small hand wraps around my hard cock.

  “Got any ideas to what we are going to do with these?’’ She pulls back and dangles the handcuffs in front of my face.

  “Oh, I can think of something,” I say as I push her down on to her back and straddle her while she laughs out loud. I can’t get over how this woman ended up in my life. In a matter of days, she has become an obsession.

  An obsession that I know I’ll never get enough of.

  “Would you like me to bring you lunch again today?”

  I look through the bathroom door. She’s lying naked on her stomach with her head propped up in her hands, swinging her legs back and forth behind her.

  I smile. “That would be fantastic.”

  I find myself walking to stand in the doorway, staring at her as she smiles at me.

  “Well, what would you like me to bring you? Do you want me to fix you something, or would you rather me bring you something from your favorite place?”

  “You don’t have to spend time cooking. You can just bring me something. Actually, do you mind bringing lunch for the office? I have a meeting that will probably run over lunch, and everyone will be hungry.’’

  “No, I don’t mind.” She shakes her head, still swinging her legs.

  “Here.” I grab my wallet from my nightstand and pull out two hundred dollar bills. “Just call me before you head that way, and I’ll let you know what we all decide on to eat.”

  She eyes me as I lay the bills on the bed beside her.

  “Use these.” I point at the bills as she shakes her head “I mean it.” I lea
n over and kiss her on the lips.

  “Yes, dear!” she says sarcastically. Telling me she’s not going to.

  “Are you being a smart ass?” I ask as I jump up on the bed and start tickling the back of her thighs.

  “Yes! Yes!” she squeals between her laughter. “Stop!”

  I straddle her while she is still on her stomach and grab both of her wrists, pinning them down on either side of her head. “Are you going to use the money I just gave you?” I smile at the feel of her body pinned under mine.

  “Maybe,’’ she pants.

  I let go of her hands. I go to get up off of her, but she turns over and grabs my arms. “Do I get a present for being a good girl? Or would you rather give me a spanking for disobeying you?” She moves one hand down to my boxers as she nibbles on her bottom lip.

  “Fuck! Have I told you how sexy you are?” I lean down to kiss her. Doesn’t matter how much I kiss those soft lips, I could never get enough of them.

  “Maybe once.” She smiles as she wraps her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck.

  “And how much you turn me on?” I whisper against her lips as I slide a hand between her thighs.

  “Show me,” she breathes.

  My phone rings.

  “Fuck!” I growl.

  She drops her arms and legs, letting me get up to get my phone. I look at the caller ID to see it’s the office calling as she walks her sexy naked ass to the bathroom.

  “I have to work tonight,” I let him know after he hangs up his phone and enters the bathroom.

  He groans with disappointment. “You work tonight?” he whines.

  “Yes.” I laugh as I open the shower door and turn on the water.

  He leans up against the counter top, and I let my eyes look over his defined V to his sculptured abs to his muscular chest and broad shoulders. “Can I ask you a question?”

  “Sure.” I cough, trying to clear my throat. I can’t look at him enough.

  “You went to college and got a degree in business. Why are you working at Larry’s?” He tilts his head like he can’t understand why I don’t quit.

  “I like working at Larry’s. It’s laid back and fun.” I shrug. “When I’m tired of working there, I’ll quit. I want to start my own business. I just haven’t decided what yet.” I grab a towel out of the cabinet.

  “I have an idea.” He wraps his arms around me from behind.

  “Really? What’s that?” I reach my hands up over my head and wrap them around his neck.

  “Come work for me.”

  Is he serious?

  I let go and whirl around to face him.

  He’s serious.

  I think my mouth just hit the floor.

  “What? It’s a great idea.” He wraps his arms around me. “You can be my personal assistant,” he says as his lips connect with my throat.

  “Rose?” I say breathlessly as he kisses my neck.

  “I can pass her on to Micah.”

  His tone is serious. I push him away to clear my mind. I start shaking my head no as he reaches down and takes his boxers off. My eyes land on his still hard erection, and I can’t remember what we were just talking about. At this rate, he is going to be very late for work.

  Forty-five minutes later, I’m in the kitchen getting his breakfast ready when he walks in wearing black dress pants and a baby blue button up dress shirt that matches his eyes perfectly. A black tie and a black suit jacket slung over his arm. He looks so freaking hot in it. I clear my throat. “What is your work schedule like tomorrow?”

  “My day is pretty slow tomorrow. Why, what’s up?” He sits at the bar, placing his jacket over the chair next to him. I walk over and hand him his coffee.

  “Because I want to see you tomorrow.”

  He lifts an eyebrow “Um…I’m confused. Why are you asking me about tomorrow?”

  I walk back over to the stove. “Well, I won’t see you tonight. I’m going to stay at my house because I won’t get off work until late.” I flip his pancakes.

  As soon as I put the spatula down, he spins me around and slams my body against his. “You’re staying here tonight,” he says with a hard face.

  “I don’t want to wake you up when I get in. I sometimes don’t get off until around four, depending on how much cleaning we have to do once we close,” I try to explain, but he’s having none of it.

  “That’s why you have a key. So you can come and go at any time. You will come here after you get off work.” No argument. He kisses me on the head, then walks back over and sits at the bar.

  Okay!

  “Oh, and here you go.” I turn back around to see a set of car keys in his hand, and they don’t belong to my car.

  “What’s that?” I point the spatula at the truck keys, knowing exactly what they are.

  “They belong to my truck. You’re driving it today, unlike yesterday when you didn’t listen to me.” He leans back in his chair crossing his arms over his chest as if I have no right to argue.

  I put a hand on my hip. “Can you explain why you don’t want me to drive my car? Ruby is new and very reliable.” I turn back to flip his pancakes before putting them on a plate.

  “It’s too small. Any other vehicle could run right over you. If you got in an accident, it wouldn’t keep you safe. My truck will.” He makes it sound so obvious.

  I turn back to face him. “So, you’re saying that I need to sell it and get a monster truck like yours?” I can’t keep the sarcasm out of my voice.

  “No,” he says slowly. “I’m not going to tell you to sell it. I’m just asking you to help keep me sane by driving my truck.”

  I walk over to him and roughly drop the plate of pancakes down in front of him.

  “Look,” he sighs, “I just want to keep you safe. Don’t you girls consider that a good thing?” he says through a mouthful of pancakes.

  I laugh. “Yes.” He just wants me safe. I can understand that. I want him safe as well. “Fine, I’ll give it a trial run this week.” I take a drink of water, and he rewards me with what I’m becoming to know as his victory smile.

  We visit about our plans for the day while he eats breakfast, then I wish him a good day at works as he leaves. It feels so weird being in his house without him, so I quickly head to his mom’s home.

  While I’m driving to the Long’s house, I come to find I quite like his truck. She is very nice inside. Black leather seats with a DVD player in the dash and headrests, has a good Bose stereo system that I’m singing alone with Halestorm to, and it rides pretty smooth. I figure I should give her a name since I have a feeling I’ll continue driving her after this week. Hmm…I think Nadia fits her just right. The name sounds seductive, yet powerful. And she is very powerful. Although I can’t drive her as fast as the Z, she makes me feel like I could just run these cars right off the road to get them out of my way.

  As I pull up in the Long’s drive, I see Holly and Vivian standing outside talking. They turn to see me, and Holly’s eyes get real big and Vivian starts laughing while shaking her head.

  “Sam, what happened to your car? Did it break down?” Holly asks as soon as I get out of the truck.

  I laugh. “No. Slade says it’s not safe because it’s so small,” I do air quotes over small, “So I’m driving Nadia.” I shrug.

  Holly shakes her head. “Of course.”

  “Come on, girls. Let’s get inside. We have a wedding to plan!” Vivian says as she turns to enter the house.

  “Vivian, I had stopped off at the grocery store and got some cookies to bake for the guys at their office. Do you mind if I bake them in your oven?”

  “Of course not, darling.”

  “Thanks.”

  “Have you decided on your colors yet?” Vivian asks Holly while I set out the cookies on the sheet.

  “No. I can’t decide. My mom thinks I should do purple, but I really like yellow. What color do you like?” I know she is going to butt heads with her mother when it comes to her wedding. Her
mom is controlling in every aspect of her life.

  “It’s whatever you like, hon.”

  “What about you, Sam?”

  “I agree with Vivian. It’s your wedding. You pick what you want.” I set the oven to preheat then grab another cookie sheet. I set the cookies out on the sheet as the silence fills the room. I feel their eyes on me. “What?” I turn around, and they are staring at me with warm smiles on their faces. I furrow my brows. “What?” I repeat.

  “What colors would you pick for your wedding?” Vivian asks.

  I shake my head. “That doesn’t matter.”

  “Yes it does. What would you pick?” Holly encourages me as she nods her head.

  I laugh. “Do you even have to ask?” I tilt my head to the side. “Pink.” Duh.

  They laugh. “I knew that was coming,” Vivian says. I turn back around and place the cookies in the over.

  “That will help us along when it comes to your wedding,” Vivian says excitedly.

  I turn around, holding onto the counter for dear life, afraid I will fall to the ground since I’m no longer breathing. “What?” I ask, obviously shocked.

  “For when you get married.” Holly smiles.

  I shake my head so fast that their heads start to get unrecognizable.

  “You don’t plan on getting married?” Holly sounds hurt.

  “Uh...”

  What did they want me to say? Who did they plan on me marrying? Slade? I laugh out loud. I try to cover it with a cough when they give me the ‘you’re going crazy’ look. I straighten up my shoulders and clear my throat. “I don’t know. I guess I plan on getting married in the future. The very far, far away future. Sure.”

  I’m pretty sure I’ll never get married.

  “Well, like I said, you will already be ahead of the curve.”

  I let out a strangled breath and turn back to my cookies, completely deleting that conversation from my mind. Marriage is the last thing on my mind. I already had enough to think about; one of them being the most depressing day of my life coming up.