Unbearable (Undescribable)

by Tessier, Shantel

  “The drums.”

  “I bet he’s hot.” She raises her eyebrows.

  Holly walks behind her. “You’re taken,” she says, leaning over her shoulder.

  Courtney brushes her off. “I love Josh. I’m just saying. I bet he’s hot.”

  Missy frowns. “I’m not going to say he’s hot, but he is married.”

  “Ah ha,” Courtney says, making Missy jump. “That proves my point.” She gives a big smile.

  I ignore her reasoning of when a guy is hot. “I think that sounds like a good idea, but I will leave it up to Slade,” I decide, picking up the cake and placing it in the oven. “The cake should be safe in here.” I shut the door and stand up. “Just don’t turn the oven on,” I request, looking at Vivian.

  “I won’t.”

  “The game starts at six. What time are you guys going to go?” I ask, pulling my phone out of my back pocket to check the time.

  “We will be there when the gates open,” Vivian states. “I want to make sure everything is set up and ready for when you guys arrive.”

  “Thank you guys so much for helping me out with everything.”

  “No problem,” Vivian says as she walks around the kitchen island to give me a hug.

  “I have to get home before Slade does.” I grab my purse and give everyone a hug. “I will see you guys later,” I call out as I walk through the door to head home.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

  I grab a hold of Angel’s hand as we walk into the Rams’ stadium. I had told her last week that I just wanted to go to the game for my birthday. I was so excited when I found out they were playing a home game on my birthday that you would have thought I was a little kid again.

  She seemed reluctant at first, but then said that it was my birthday, so whatever I wanted was fine.

  “Where are we going? Our seats are this way,” I ask, pointing to our section.

  “I want to go over to the other side of the stadium.” She tugs on my hand. “I want to go to their Pro store.”

  I nod my head as I let her lead me around to the other side of the stadium. I frown when she comes to a stop in front of a set of doors. I just happen to look up and see the sign for the Pro store on the opposite side of where we’re standing.

  “Angel, I think you’re lost,” I say, looking around.

  She laughs it off. “No, I’m not.” She opens the door and pulls me through to follow her.

  I walk in after her and come to a stop.

  “SURPRISE!”

  I stand there stunned as I look throughout the massive room that overlooks the football field. Inside are all of our friends and family, and it’s covered in balloons and other decorations. I turn to Angel to see her biting her bottom lip nervously. I give her a big smile and walk over to her. “A surprise party?” I question.

  “Surprise,” she exclaims, throwing her hands out to the side making me laugh.

  I reach down and pull her to me. I slam my lips to hers, giving her a quick but sweet kiss. I back away and turn to face everyone in the room. My mother comes up to me with a sad smile on her face. She throws her arms around my neck as she speaks. “I can’t believe you’re thirty.”

  I let out a little laugh as I hug her back. “Me either,” I mumble.

  She pulls away and my father draws me into a hug. “Happy birthday, son.”

  “Did you know about this?”

  “Of course I did,” he responds, slapping me on the back before he pulls away. “Why do you think I wanted to hit so many balls this morning?” He winks.

  “Happy birthday,” Josh says, coming up to me next. He also brings me into a hug.

  “I didn’t think we were going to be able to keep it a secret,” Holly says, laughing, as she gives me a small hug.

  “Happy birthday,” Missy says as she walks up to me.

  “Thank you!” I give her a smile before turning to face Angel. “Decided to give in to me, huh?” I ask, remembering when I found the tickets. I practically had to beg her to go to the game. She kept suggesting other things to do for my birthday.

  She places her hands on her hips. “I’m the one that left the schedule out for you to see.”

  “But when I said I wanted to go to the game you acted like it was a terrible idea.”

  She places her hands out in front of her to gesture toward the room. “All part of my scheme.” She smirks.

  “You’re so sneaky,” I tease, pulling her into my body. I thread my fingers into her belt loops and growl as I lean my face down to hers. The feel of her body against mine has me wishing we were in here alone so I can have my way with her.

  “Down, birthday boy.” Courtney pats me on the back. “You can unwrap that present later,” she adds seriously, making Angel laugh.

  “Is there going to be a bow?” I whisper against her lips.

  She pushes her lips to mine and gives me a light kiss. “You’ll just have to wait and see.”

  That does not do anything to help the situation I have going on in my pants.

  “What do you want to do after the game?” Josh asks me as he wraps an arm around Courtney while we eat and visit during halftime.

  I shrug. “Doesn’t matter to me.”

  “Well, I guess Jacob is in a band and they are playing tonight if you want to go. It’s not far from here.”

  I turn to get Angel’s attention. “Angel?” She looks up at me from where she sits next to Missy. “Do you want to go see Missy’s brother play after we leave here?”

  She nods her head. “It’s whatever you want to do, baby.”

  I look her up and down and raise an eyebrow. She giggles it off and turns back to Missy.

  “You are such a horn dog.” Courtney slaps me on the shoulder.

  I laugh at her. “Yep.” There is no reason to deny that. I have never wanted anyone like I want Angel. Sexual or otherwise.

  I feel two arms wrap around my neck from behind and I reach up, placing my hands on her arms. “Hey, Angel,” I greet, turning my head to look up at her.

  She plants a kiss on my cheek before she pulls away. She walks around me and faces me with a box in her hand wrapped in football wrapping paper and a big blue bow.

  “Angel, you didn’t have to get me anything.” She shouldn’t have even got this suite, but I know doing something for my birthday was important to her.

  She smiles. “Of course I did.” She places the box in front of me and shakes it a bit.

  I reach up and take it from her hands. She sits down on Courtney’s lap as I tear into the wrapping paper. I open the box and stare down at the blue and gold jersey. It has the signatures of the Rams’ players.

  “How did you….” I lift the jersey out and let the box fall to the ground by my feet. “How were you able….” I question, still looking at all the names in awe.

  Her laugh gets my attention. “Let’s just say Tate knows someone on the team and was able to make what I wanted happen.”

  I place the jersey on my lap and reach over, pulling her face to mine. Her lips part, letting me slide my tongue between them. My hands tighten in her hair and she moans into my mouth. Before I know what’s going on I’m dragging her off Courtney’s lap and onto mine. She slows the kiss down and pulls her lips away as she places her forehead against mine.

  “Thanks, Angel,” I whisper before I lick my lips. I can still taste her mouth on mine and I want more.

  “You’re welcome.”

  My eyes search hers as she continues to sit on my lap. She looks away quickly and then clears her throat as she gets up off me. I reluctantly let her go. She bends down and picks up the box, followed by the tissue and wrapping paper. I realize just how quiet the room is and look around at everyone. As I make contact with each one they clear their throats as well and go back to talking.

  I laugh quietly to myself. I can’t keep control of my body when it comes to her and I’m pretty sure everyone who didn’t already know it, does now.

  “Baby, come over here so we c
an sing happy birthday to you and cut the cake!” Angel hollers from the other side of the room.

  I get up from my chair, take off the Rams shirt I have on, leaving only my undershirt, and then put on my jersey. I plan on framing it and putting it down in my man cave, so nothing happens to it. But right now, I want to enjoy wearing the most perfect present she could have gotten me.

  I walk over to the table and watch as she pulls a cake out of a box. “Where did you get that?” I ask, looking at the wonderful detail in the football shaped cake.

  “I made it,” she says, putting a couple of candles on the cake that read 3 and 0.

  “You made that?” I ask shocked.

  “I told her she needs to get a job at a bakery, not the bank.” My mother says with a smile on her face.

  Yes she does. She did an amazing job. I start to tell her how wonderful it looks but pause. A job at a bakery instead of a bank? “What do you mean a job at a bank?”

  Angel looks up to for a quick second. “I’m quitting Larry’s.” She shrugs.

  “Uh, can you repeat that? I think I’m hearing things.”

  She throws a napkin at me with a smile on her face. “I’m quitting Larry’s. My last day is next Sunday.”

  I walk around the table and pick her up, spinning her around. “Best birthday ever!” I say before I slam her lips to mine.

  “Oh, you haven’t heard the best part.” Missy chimes in, getting my attention.

  “There’s more?”

  She nods her head. “That cake has Bud Light in the recipe.”

  As we drive home, I think back over our night. Slade appeared genuinely surprised with his party and seemed to have really enjoyed himself. I know that he loves his jersey. He has told me so over a hundred times. While we were at the bar watching Missy’s brother play he even informed me that he is going to frame it so nothing happens to it. I told him that was the best idea ever.

  “So you really had a good time tonight?” I ask, looking over at him.

  He picks up my hand and links our fingers together. “Absolutely, Angel. You should not have gone to all the trouble or spent as much money as you did.” He smiles over at me. “But with that being said, it was the best birthday ever and the cake was amazing.”

  “I just wanted to do something special for you. I know you were not happy about turning thirty.”

  “It was very special, but not because of what you did. It was special because I have you.” His tone is so serious it makes me smile.

  We pull into the garage. As I get out of the truck, my eyes scan over at the boxes that are still piled against the far wall.

  “What’s wrong, Angel?” Slade asks, coming around the front of the truck.

  “Nothing.” I turn to face him. “I’m going to start going through these boxes tomorrow.”

  He smiles as he wraps an arm around me. “Just out of curiosity, why do you want to start doing that?”

  “My mother’s things don’t belong in a box in our garage. I kept those things for a reason. Now it’s time to go through all of it and put it where it belongs.”

  He pushes a piece of hair behind my ear. “And I want to find my parents’ wedding rings. They have to be in there somewhere.” I frown.

  He pulls away and turns around, tugging on my hand. “Come on. You can worry about that later.”

  “So what am I supposed to worry about right now?” I ask as we walk into the house.

  “Me,” he says, picking me up and making me laugh.

  He sits me down on my feet once we enter the bedroom and I saunter over to the dresser and pull out the outfit that I bought just for tonight. “I’ll be right out.”

  I enter the bathroom and quickly undress. I open my makeup drawer, reapply some pink lipstick, and add some more mascara. I flip my hair a few times to give it some volume and give it a little spray.

  I then put on the black lace thong that has a ribbon that ties in a bow above my ass. I place the matching bra on and tie the bow that sits on top of each shoulder. Bending down, I pick up the black high-heels that I took off and slide them back on.

  “This is going to have to do,” I tell my reflection quietly as I look myself over in the mirror.

  I open the door, walk back into the bedroom, and find Slade lying on the bed fully clothed with his eyes shut.

  “Slade,” I whisper as I lean down and kiss his cheek.

  He doesn’t respond.

  I glide my hand over his zipper to find him soft behind it. “I’m going to change that,” I say to myself.

  Once I unzip his pants, I pull his dick through and start running my hand up and down his shaft. I crawl onto the bed and straddle him. Leaning down, I place my lips on his as I feel him start to harden in my hand.

  Very slowly, I glide my tongue across his lips. “You going to wake up for me, baby?” I whisper.

  I smile when he lifts his hips to meet my hand. I glance down to where I am stoking him, and then back up to find his baby blue eyes open and staring at me. “There you are.”

  He places his hands on my hips. “Here I am. What are you going to do with me?” He cocks an eyebrow.

  “I’m going to give you your last present.” I get up off of him and stand next to the bed. I undo my bra and throw it across the room as he sits up, placing his feet on the floor.

  He spreads his legs and allows me to step in between them. I go down to my knees and take him into my hand. He grabs my wrists and pulls it away. His other hand cups my face. I look up at him frowning.

  “This reminds me of the first time I brought you back to this house,” he says, staring down at me.

  “Is that a good thing?” I ask, confused.

  “It’s a great thing.” He smiles. “It took everything I had to not fuck you.” He tightens his hand around my wrist.

  “Why didn’t you?” I shift on my knees due to the throbbing between my legs for him.

  “Because I knew then that I wanted more and that you would be worth the wait.” He lets go of my wrist and places his hand on the other side of my face.

  I smile as I run my hands over his thighs. “Well, now we are more and we are past the waiting period,” I tease.

  “You’re right. We are.” He pulls me toward him. “Even before I had you I wanted you more than I could explain. And now that I’ve had you….” His eyes leave mine and make their way slowly down my body and then back up to mine. “I can’t get enough.”

  “Neither can I.” With that being said, I wet my lips and lower my mouth over his massive erection. He slides his hands into my hair and gathers it at the back of my head.

  “Do I need to tell you how I want it?” His voice is low and throaty.

  “No,” I answer, placing my hands behind my back, knowing he wants the control.

  “Good girl,” he whispers.

  He brings my head down and I open up my mouth for him. He gently pulls my head back and then pushes it down slowly. I want to feel him all the way to the back of my throat. I want to hear those wonderful noises he makes when I’m taking all of him.

  He releases a long breath and his grip loosens at the nape of my neck. With his hand now relaxed I can take control. I speed up and vigorously suck, taking him in deeper and deeper each time I lower my head, until I feel him in the back of my throat. His fingers tighten in my hair, pulling my head back, my gaze landing on his. “What’s the rush?”

  I take in a breath and lick my lips again.

  He tilts his head to the side when I don’t answer. “You want me to fuck your mouth, Angel?”

  I feel my heart beat against my chest. The way he said that makes me feel dirty and I like it.

  “You want it rough tonight?”

  I continue to stare up at him, his hands in my hair, and mine behind my back. The throbbing between my legs is intensifying with every word he speaks.

  “Like the night I fucked your mouth in the garage?”

  My body starts to tremble. “I know you loved it.”

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sp; I start to pant and try closing my knees. “Answer me,” he demands, gripping my hair tighter still.

  I whimper and my hands come around, grabbing a hold of his knees.

  He smirks, letting go of my hair, and my head falls, looking down to the floor at his release. I suck in a deep breath as I let my hands fall to my sides. He gets up and I hear him walk around as I close my eyes and try to calm my body. I don’t know what’s wrong with it. The need it feels has never been this strong. I could get up and lie on the bed, but I don’t want to. I want to wait for his command. I want him to do whatever he wants with me. If he wants me to get up and lie down then he will say so.

  I open my eyes and stare at the floor as I hear him come stand behind me.

  I hear the clanking of metal and know instantly that he has the handcuffs in his hands.

  A big smile forms on my face.

  Before he can even tell me to, I place my hands behind my back. He places the handcuffs around them. I hiss in a breath when he makes it tighter than normal.

  “You said you liked how tight it was the last time when it left marks,” he states in a serious voice.

  “I did,” I answer without hesitation.

  I wait for him to say something or walk around to sit back down in front of me but he doesn’t.

  I look up when I see his hands come down in front of me. Before I can see what is in his hands, everything goes black.

  “Slade?” I say, shifting on my knees.

  He tightens whatever is around my eyes behind my head. “I only want you to be able to feel tonight, Angel,” he whispers in my ear.

  I whimper, nodding my head. He has never blindfolded me before, but I’m up for trying anything with him.

  I hear the bed creak as he sits down on the mattress. I continue to sit on my knees, waiting for him to guide me, but instead I hear a popping sound as if he opened a container of some sort. Then I hear him rub his hands together.

  I take in a deep breath when he places a now slick hand on the back of my neck. I open up, thinking he’s going to give me a little bit of him at a time.

  As soon as his dick enters my mouth I taste peppermint, before he pushes my head all the way down. My mouth slides up and down easily as he guides it with his hand on the back of my neck. I swallow, over and over, as he dominates my mouth.