“It’s okay, Angel. I was just testing you to see if you would keep your promise,” he said, walking closer to me.
“Are you kidding me?”
I thought he was going to have some smartass response but he didn’t. He pushed me against the door of the jeep and slipped his hands under my shirt.
“Now, let’s go to your apartment and you can show me just how sorry you are,” he said, pulling my center on to his hardening erection.
Was he ever not hard?
West had two sides to him, super silly and super sexy. And he could flip from one to the other in a second.
At that moment he was feeling super sexy and I wasn’t complaining.
Not one bit.
His hands went from my stomach on to my breast.
“Let’s do that,” I moaned as he rubbed my nipples with his thumbs.
Kissing me, he removed his hands and led me to the passenger side.
Climbing in, I felt him smack my ass.
I couldn’t wait for him to lay me on my bed and rock my world.
I just hoped Grace wasn’t home because if she was she was going to get an earful.
Maybe West was right, I was a tad bit kinky.
But who wouldn’t want to get kinky with West?
Yeah, that’s what I thought.
Chapter 15
When we walked through the door, West picked me to carry me to my room. Grace was sitting on the couch reading a book.
“Aw! You guys back together? Oh, and West I heard about your parent’s if you need to talk I’m here,” she said, attempting a smile.
“Thanks, Gracie. But things are about to get hot and loud. Like real hot and loud. And in like ten minutes this place is going to smell like hot, dirty sex, so if you want to leave get to stepping,” he said, pushing my bedroom door open.
Throwing her book down, she quickly slipped on her shoes and coat. Grabbing her keys, she slammed the door.
We both scrambled to get our clothes off. We didn’t have time for foreplay, we needed each other.
It wasn’t going to sweet and sensual. It was going to be hard, dirty, and rough.
He quickly slipped on a condom. And he even in a rush he made it look so sexy.
He had a lot of emotions to let out and I was perfectly fine with him taking them out on me.
Just like I liked it.
Laying down on the bed, a glimmer of silver caught my eye. Looking down at his penis, I saw the piercing.
Part of me was mad that he went and got it without me. But the other part of me didn’t care because I knew how good it was going feel when he rammed into me.
He didn’t waste any time climbing on top of me. And without any warning he pushed inside of me.
I didn’t moan, I growled. He ripped in and out of me with all of his strength and it was almost animalistic.
His new piercing kept hitting me in all the right places. And every time I felt it I had to bite my lip to keep from letting out an earth shattering scream.
I don’t think the neighbors would have been too happy about that.
“And you got mad when I called you kinky.”
“Shut up. Find something better to do with your mouth,” I told him, bending my toes back in pleasure.
Listening to me, he started grazing his teeth on my neck. Every time he moved his mouth his lip ring danced across my skin.
“Every man should get pierced, it should be a requirement,” I said, scraping his back with my pitch black nails.
Without pulling out of me, he rolled over on his back. Sitting on top of him, I began to rock back and forth.
“You like it?”
“I love it.”
Sex with West was always fantastic but his new piercing made this feel like a new experience. He grabbed my hair and pulled my face down to his. Feeling the tip of his tongue touch my lips, I let him in and our tongues twisted around one another. Moaning into his mouth, I felt a quivering deep down inside of me.
My body shook until I had fully finished. Never had I ever had an orgasm that strong. Or that fast.
“I’m almost done, Angel. Keep moving,” West said breathlessly.
I grinded on top of him like I was giving him a lap dance. Putting his lip on my shoulder, I felt his erection pump into me one more time before collapsing.
“Best sex ever,” he said, gasping for breath.
Laying on top of him, I rubbed his chest. His penis was still deep inside of me but I didn’t have the strength to move. I was worn.
“Angel, I love being inside of you but what do you say we clean up and watch a movie? We could order in,” West said, placing his hands on my ass.
“That sounds great, babe.”
After we cleaned up and got dressed, West ordered pizza and chicken wings. Waiting on the food, we sat on the couch cuddled up under a blanket scrolling through Netflix.
I kept waiting on West to make a Netflix and chill joke.
“How about Halloween?” West asked, looking at me.
“What do you think?”
“Yeah, stupid question,” he said hitting play.
Right as Laurie Strode was going to babysit Tommy Doyle, someone knocked on the door.
“I’ll get it and when I return we can watch Netflix and chill, if you know what I mean,” West said, getting up from the couch and winking at me.
I knew it.
As he paid the pizza man I thought about the secret from our past that I was still holding deep inside of me. He had lost as much as me that night. But he didn’t know it.
I had to tell him but I couldn’t do it now. His parents had just came back in his life and dropped a twelve year old bombshell on him.
He couldn’t handle the atomic bomb I was hiding.
Not yet.
“Angel? You couldn’t be that into Michael Meyers. You’ve seen this movie a million times. I think it’s lost its shock value,” West said, sitting the pizza on the dining room table, “What’s on your mind?”
“I’m thinking about your new piercing,” I lied, walking over to join him at the table.
“You naughty girl, get your mind out of the gutter.”
Laughing, I placed some food on my plate.
“Do you want to talk about your parents?” I asked, without thinking.
“No.”
His reply was short and his tone was rude. But I couldn’t blame him and I would have probably reacted the same way if it had been me in his situation.
Getting up, I walked over and sat in his lap. Picking up his pizza, I held it to his mouth for him to take a bite.
He bit into the cheesy pizza and looked at me with a huge smile on his face.
Sitting the pizza down, I reached for a napkin but he grabbed my hand.
“That’s the best pizza I have ever eaten,” he said, licking the pizza sauce from my finger.
Closing my eyes, I let out a moan.
We leaned closer to each other but my phone started ringing and interrupted us. I hate technology.
Okay, that was a lie. I loved it but not when it rang when I was about to kiss my super sexy boyfriend.
“Hello?” I said into the phone.
“How’s West?” Emma asked through a mouthful of food.
Ever since she got pregnant she could eat enough for a small country.
“He’s fine, Ems. I’m with him right now.”
“Are you naked and having sexy time?”
West shook his head and laughed.
Pregnancy had made Emma so horny that it had caused Roman to be on cloud nine. A huge smile was always plastered to his face.
“We’ve already had said sexy time, Ems. We were about to have more sexy time and then you called.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Grace wants to know when will it be safe for her to come home?”
“Tell her to find somewhere else to live. I’m going to be here a lot and I’m going have mind blowing sex with her roommate,” West said, winking at me.
Laughin
g, I kissed him on the cheek.
“I’ll call you back, Ems.” I told her, hanging the phone up not even giving her the chance to say goodbye.
“She’s going to be so pissed at you,” West said, laughing.
“I don’t care. I want to spend time with you with no distractions, babe.”
“I love you,” he said, caressing my cheek.
That was one thing I knew I would have never get tired of hearing him say.
“I love you,” I told him, not bothering to hide the goofy grin that was forming on my face.
I had loved him since I was fifteen years old. I had told him years ago that I loved him and to finally hear it back was exhilarating.
“When did you know?” I asked, filling the comfortable silence.
“Know what?” he asked, eyebrows drawn together in confusion.
“That you loved me.”
I watched his eyes light up as he if he was remembering the exact moment.
“Honestly?”
I nodded.
“I’ve always known it. I knew I could love you the day I had to tow your car. But I knew I loved you after a few weeks of dating because I had always felt like I was a lost cause. Like I couldn’t be saved and you made me feel hope that I could. You saved me from myself. My parents leaving really did something to me and I couldn’t help but think if I wasn’t good enough for them how could I be good enough for anyone else?” he said, looking down at the floor.
“So, that’s why you always called me angel?”
“That’s what you were for me. You still are. When you got that necklace I figured you knew and that’s why you got it,” he said, pointing to my angel wing necklace.
I should have told him why my parents got me it but right now wasn’t the right time. Or so I kept telling myself.
In all reality I was too scared of his reaction because I knew I was wrong for not telling him when it happened.
He should have been there that night no matter what he had done.
It wasn’t my secret, it was ours. And I felt the guilt eating me up inside.
I was going to have to toughen up and tell him.
I was going to get right on that.
Just not right then. I wanted to us to be happy for a little while longer but how long would I be able to ignore the sick feeling in my stomach?
Sitting there, my phone alerted me of a new text. I already knew who it was from before ever checking it.
West- You Had Me From Hello by Kenny Chesney.
Perfect song from the perfect man to fit the perfect moment.
Chapter 16
The next day Marion invited us over for dinner. West was a little hesitant because he didn’t know if his parents and his surprise brother would be there. He didn’t want to look at them let alone sit at table and have to talk to them.
I didn’t blame him one bit. I had just met his parents and already couldn’t stand them.
Standing on the porch, I held on to him.
“What if they’re in there?” he asked in a shaky voice.
“I’m with you, babe. If you feel like you can’t take anymore all you have to do is say the word and we’re gone. They’re not worth worrying about,” I told him, opening the front door, “Let’s try to enjoy this for you grandparents.”
He nodded and we stepped inside. Marion and Frank were sitting on the couch in the middle of what looked like a heated conversation.
“Is everything okay?” West asked, rushing to his grandma’s side.
“Fine, nothing for you to worry about. Maddie, would you mind helping me in the kitchen?” Marion asked, getting up to walk into the kitchen.
Whatever they were talking about wasn’t good. I could tell by Marion’s eyes that something was up.
“Not at all,” I told her, following her. I turned to look at West, “I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me.”
“I love you,” he said, pulling me in for a quick kiss.
“I love you,” I told him, pulling away.
Turning to walk to the kitchen, I heard Frank and West talking about me.
“I always knew she was the one,” Frank said, laughing, “You’ve never even told me or your grandmother you loved us.”
“I’m sorry, Old man. But you can’t compete with Maddie. I love her more than anything,” I could hear him saying as I made my way into the kitchen.
“What do you need me to do?” I asked Marion, slipping on a frilly apron.
“Do you think you can handle the cream puffs?”
“My middle name is cream puff,” I told her, gathering the ingredients.
Okay, that wasn’t true my name was Madeline Elizabeth Thomas.
Not Madeline Cream Puff Thomas but one was as bad as the other.
“That boy loves you, honey. But I’m sure how he’d feel about marrying a girl who’s middle name is cream puff,” she said, pulling bread from the oven.
“Whoa, slow down, sister. Who said anything about marriage?” I asked her, feeling like my heart was going to beat out of my chest.
“It’s gonna happen and I’ve got a feeling it’s going to be a lot sooner than you think.”
I wanted to reply to that but I didn’t have one. I hadn’t really given thought to marriage. And I didn’t know where West stood on that topic.
That yet another talk we needed to have.
Soon.
Mixing the pastry cream, I heard voices coming from the living room.
At first I shrugged it off, thinking it was just Frank and West. But then I heard a female’s voice.
West’s mom.
A million thoughts were running through my head. Should I give them space to talk it out? Or should I walk out there and give him a shoulder to lean on?
Taking off the apron, I excused myself.
He needed me and I was going to be there for him.
“Babe, is everything okay?” I asked, walking in to the living room.
“You again? Do you have anywhere else you could be?” his monster, I mean mother, said, folding her arms over her chest.
“We’ve been over this. Don’t talk to her like that,” West said, getting up and jumping in front of me as if he was protecting me from her, “Don’t even look at her the wrong way.”
“Are you threatening your mother?” his father asked with his arms wrapped around Andy’s shoulders.
“Oh, is that what we’re calling her now? Where was she when I needed a mother? That’s right she was gone with you doing only god knows what,” he said, looking his father dead in the eye.
His parents stood there with their mouths open in disbelief. What did they think was going to happen? Did they really expect him to welcome them back with open arms?
I hated to have to watch him go through this. And I hated having the feeling like I was standing on the sidelines. I didn’t know what to do to take away the pain and hurt of having his parents walk back into his life.
Lilly opened her mouth to speak but Marion interrupted.
Thank God! Because if she said one more rude thing I was going to put her in her place.
“Let’s eat!” Marion called from the dining room.
We all walked to the table in complete silence. Taking our seats, West scooted my chair closer to his.
“Thank you for being here, Angel,” he whispered in my ear.
“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”
I squeezed his hand in support. I had a feeling he was gonna need all the support he could get.
“Andy made it on the all A honor roll,” Lilly said, beaming with pride.
“Mom, please,” Andy said, his face turning red with embarrassment.
“That’s great,” Frank said, trying his best to pretend to be happy.
West looked down at his plate and stabbed his fork though the fried chicken.
“It’s already dead. You don’t have to kill it again,” I whispered, trying my best to make him laugh.
He give a halfhearted grin and that p
ulled at my heart strings.
“How were you in school? Judging by the tattoos, I’d say not so well,” his father said, stuffing his stupid face with chicken.
How dare he try to judge his son by the way he looks? How dare he judge his son at all? He didn’t know anything about him. And I didn’t think he deserved to know him.
His loss.
“Actually, he was very smart in school. Not that you were there to see it,” I told him before sipping on my sweet tea.
“Could you stay out of this for one second? It has absolutely nothing to do with you!” Lilly yelled at me from across the table.
What a bitch.
West was about to lose his cool but before he could say anything I jumped up from my chair.
“It has more to do with me than you! I know him, inside and out! I love him and that’s more than I can say for you.”
Looking at her face, I swear I saw steam coming from her ears.
You’re supposed to want to impress your boyfriend’s mother. But when you find out she’s basically Satan you don’t really care about impressing her.
“West, are you going to let her talk to me like that?” Lilly said, putting on an Oscar worthy performance.
“Shut up! Why should I care about you and your feelings? Huh? You never cared about mine!” he shouted, rubbing his hands down his face.
He looked like he wanted to cry. I wanted to cry too.
“Because I’m your mother!” she shouted, standing up and placing her hand on her hip.
His father stood up beside her, showing he had her back.
“Really? Could have fooled me. You were never my mother, she is,” he said, pointing to Marion.
He was right. Marion raised him and she made sure that his parents leaving never dulled his shine.
And boy, did he shine.
“Angel, are you ready to leave?” he asked, looking over at me.
“Yeah, let’s go.”
“Grandma, dinner was great,” he said, kissing her cheek, “Grandpa, I’ll call you later.”
After saying our goodbyes, we got in the West’s car and drove around town.
“Where do you want to go?” West asked, turning the music down.
He needed something to cheer him up and I knew just the place.
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