11. Blake
11
BLAKE
T he helicopter lifts up and even though I’m securely buckled in, my heart is racing and I cling to the seat. The further away the ground gets, the more my stomach flutters. Of course, that also might have something to do with the amazing man in the pilot seat.
“Ever been on a helicopter ride before, kitten?” Angelo asks.
His deep, playful voice comes through clearly in my headset and I look over at him. “No, never.”
“Don’t be nervous. I’ll get us safely out of here and up to Maine.”
“Maine?” I echo. We never did have a chance to discuss our destination. That little tidbit makes me realize how much I’ve grown to trust him. Which is very strange for me. I don’t trust easily. Hell, I don’t trust anyone.
“Yeah. I have a cabin up there. No one except my brothers and sister know about it. We’ll be safe there.”
For a while, I watch him, unable to look away. I’m very impressed and never would’ve guessed he was a pilot. Not many people surprise me anymore, but Angelo is surprising me in the best of ways.
“When did you learn to fly?” I ask. He’s definitely in his element and handles the controls like an expert.
“Started taking lessons when I was sixteen. I’ve always loved being up in the air surrounded by a blue sky with nothing but the horizon in the distance. I like to come up here to think.”
“So it relaxes you. Not me,” I say with a little chuckle.
“Don’t worry. You’re in capable hands.”
My tummy does a little flip when I think about his large hands on my body, touching me. Swallowing hard, I turn my attention back out the windshield and tell myself to relax and enjoy the ride. It’s not being so high up that bothers me. It’s me giving up control and putting total faith in someone else to take care of me. I can’t deny it’s a bit nerve wracking.
And, eventually, I do start to like being up here in the clouds with Angelo. He keeps my nerves at bay by maintaining a constant stream of chatter which helps me focus on him and our conversation. My nerves melt away and I release all the anxiety that has built up since last night.
The darkness is giving way to morning and it isn’t long before a magnificent sunrise fills the sky to our east.
“Oh, wow,” I murmur, admiring the sudden burst of pinks, yellows and oranges splashing across the sky. “It’s so pretty.”
“Absolutely stunning,” he agrees.
But he isn’t looking at the sun; he’s looking straight at me.
My mind starts to conjure up all kinds of scenarios with Angelo and every single one of them ends with us being together. Forever. I know I’m probably just being a silly, lonely girl, taken in by his charm and good looks, but it’s so easy to fall into his honey trap. He’s casting a spell over me, making me want him in ways that I’ve never wanted a man before.
I want him in my arms…in my bed…in my life.
And, damn, those are dangerous thoughts to be having. Angelo isn’t the kind of guy to stick around long once he gets what he wants. I know his type from a mile away.
But, what if, just maybe, things could be different with me?
No one has ever taken care of me before. It’s always just been me, myself and I, so his concern hits me in the heart. Hard. I would never say I need a man in my life, but I’m discovering it’s nice to be held in a pair of strong, warm arms. And don’t even get me started on his kisses because they’re absolutely divine and panty-melting. The deep, drugging kind that I wouldn’t mind indulging in again very soon.
Truthfully, I don’t want to like him this much. The idea of being vulnerable and putting my heart on the line isn’t something I want to do. But I’m not sure I can resist Angelo Rossi for much longer.
The flight is long enough that I have time to get comfortable and rest my eyes. The hum of the rotors lulls me into a light doze and Angelo encourages me to sleep. Even so, I don’t sleep fully because I always need to be aware of my surroundings. Always vigilant and ready to spring into action because you never know.
Every so often, I can feel Angelo’s gaze on me, watching over me, making sure I’m okay. I wonder what he really thinks when it comes to me. I know that I’m a hard nut to crack and not like other women which may or may not work in my favor.
I guess only time will tell. Secretly, though, I really want him to be as interested in me as I am in him. Even though I’m pretty sure that’s just wishful thinking on my part.
When we finally touch down in Maine on the landing pad behind his cabin, I’m awake and excited to check the place out. I immediately realize the term “cabin” is the understatement of the year. After exiting the helicopter, I turn and face the huge log structure, hands on my hips, eyes wide in surprise. I had been expecting a small cottage or a shack even, but this place should be on a television episode that highlights beautifully rugged homes in the wilderness.
“This place is amazing!” I declare. It’s two levels and has a big wrap-around porch. Once the helo stops rumbling, I realize the only thing I can hear is the chattering of birds and other wildlife. We’re surrounded by woods and I instantly fall in love. It’s the complete opposite of the concrete jungle we left behind, and, for the first time in a very long time, I feel a sense of freedom.
“C’mon, let’s go inside. You can explore while I call Miceli and explain what’s happening.”
I nod and follow him across the expansive green lawn, up a set of wide stairs and onto the back porch. As he unlocks the door, I can’t help but be in awe. Growing up, I had nothing and even with all the money I have now, it occurs to me that I don’t really spend it. I just hoard it away, just in case. I don’t need a lot and I’m not a girly girl who requires luxurious things. But, I think the main reason is because I have an inner fear that I could be poor once again.
The inside of Angelo’s home away from home is just as amazing as I would’ve guessed. High, vaulted ceilings with exposed beams, lots of natural light flooding through the big windows, a huge stone fireplace and all the comforts of home. Angelo immediately calls his brother and I take a few minutes to explore. I start checking the entire place out, falling more in love with it than ever.
Trailing my hand along the wooden railing, I start up the steps, wanting to see what the upstairs looks like. I find three roomy bedrooms and head down the hallway toward what must be the master suite. Stepping inside, my jaw drops. First off, the view from the windows is stunning and I walk over to look out at the tranquil lake. Turning slightly, my gaze lands on the King-sized bed covered in a plaid comforter of navy blue and hunter green. I wonder how many woman Angelo has flown up here and fucked in that bed. Swallowing down the bile rising in my throat, I try not to think too hard about that. He’s allowed to do whatever and whomever he chooses.
It’s none of your business, I tell myself.
I pop my head into the very big bathroom and right away notice the large soaking tub and wide-open shower lined with huge, multi-colored stones. There’s no door or curtain and a waterfall shower head hanging above. Wow. This place is fantastic and I’m excited about staying here for a few days. Or, at least until things cool down.
After a bit more peeking around, I head back downstairs and find Angelo in the big, open-plan kitchen making us a couple mugs of coffee with a Keurig machine. He looks up and smiles, then he hands me a steaming mug of much-needed caffeine.
“Thank you,” I murmur.
“Careful, it’s hot.” He watches me closely while blowing lightly on his own cup. “I filled Miceli in on what happened and he’s going to ask around and find out more about Carmine Gallo. He said the guy came to town not long ago, but doesn’t know much else about the man personally. But, Gallo did petition to meet with the table, so that’s interesting. In the meantime, Miceli said we should stay off grid and lay low here.”
“This was a good place to come. Much safer than the city,” I concur.
“Definitely.” His voice is a low rumble and when I meet those dark eyes of his, I can’t miss the burning heat in his dark irises. My stomach flutters and a wave of need fills me. Setting my mug down before I can even take a sip, I watch Angelo do the same, and then we’re in each other’s arms.
The chemistry between us explodes, no longer able to be denied. Angelo cups my face and our mouths collide. My body is plastered down the length of his and I crush my breasts against his chest, opening my mouth in welcome. He plunges his tongue past my lips, gliding it against mine, then he begins exploring. His kiss is deep and sensual, and a whimper tears from my throat as I arch into him, trying to get closer. Needing his touch and warmth.
As though he knows exactly what I need, Angelo begins walking me backwards, still kissing me, until my legs bump into the couch.
“Do you have any idea how good you taste, la mia farfalla ?” he murmurs, his warm lips trailing down to my neck, licking and sucking.
“Blake,” I murmur, wrapping my arms around his neck. “My name is Blake.”
At my admission, he pulls back, searching my face, then smiles. “It fits you. Perfectly. Thank you for telling me.”
I give him a shy smile and then his mouth is on mine again, devouring me. He’s consuming me in a way no one else ever has before and I feel my knees go weak. Angelo lowers me down onto the couch and I sink into the soft, buttery leather cushions. My body is thrumming with desire and we keep kissing for several long minutes. When his hand curves over my breast, I moan into his mouth, writhing beneath him. He’s half on top of me, half kneeling on the floor, and I realize I’m aching.
“You like that?” he asks, molding my breast, playing with my nipple until it’s a tight, little bud.
“Yes,” I hum. This is all new to me and I’m more than ready to experience some pleasure with this man. And I know it’s because I trust him. After what we’ve been through, running for our lives all night, I know that he trusts me, too.
His hand slips down the front of my tank top and right into the satin cup of my bra. I arch up with another soft moan. His warm hand on my naked skin is even better, so much more intimate.
“Let me make you feel good, Blake,” he whispers. “Whatever you like, I’ll do.”
He releases my breast and starts kissing down my body. Even though his mouth is on top of my clothes, it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced. Especially since his eyes are fastened on mine and filled with a wicked gleam as he keeps moving lower.
When he reaches my jeans, he slides my tank up and presses a kiss right below my belly button. My eyes flutter shut and I can feel him unfastening the button on my jeans and tugging the zipper down. I feel as though I’m having an out of body experience when he begins to pull my jeans down, along with my panties.
“Spread your legs, Blake,” he urges me. “Let me see that pretty pink pussy. Let me kiss and lick it until you come.”
His naughty words make me bite my lip and I do the only thing I can. I open my thighs to his wicked mouth. Angelo’s face dives between my legs and the strange sensation has me tensing at first. He immediately looks up, concern etched on his face.
“What’s wrong?”
“N-nothing. I just, um, never had a man’s face down there, before” I admit.
“Seriously?” He arches a brow.
I didn’t exactly want to have this conversation, but I suppose now would be the time to let him know I’m a virgin.
Pushing up onto my elbows, trying not to be as embarrassed as I actually am, I scrunch my nose up. “I had to grow up fast and always protect myself. Sex isn’t something I ever had time for or, honestly, felt ready to do. I don’t trust anyone. Well…” I let my voice trail off.
“Do you trust me?”
I nod.
“You’ve never been intimate with a man before?”
“No,” I whisper.
“Do you want to? Because if you do, I’d be honored to be your first.” I give him a small, shy nod and desire burns in his eyes. “I promise to take good care of you, kitten. I’m going to make you feel so damn good.”
My heart rate spikes. “Okay.”
“I want you to relax and lay down. I’ve got you.” He runs his fingers along my seam, dipping them past my folds, and I stifle a moan. “Don’t hold back. Look how wet you are for me.”
He holds two glistening fingers up then sucks them dry. Then he takes my legs, lifts them up and hikes them over his shoulders. I’ve never been in such an exposed position before and when his mouth latches onto my pussy, I cry out. It doesn’t take me long to realize Angelo knows exactly what he’s doing. He laps up my center, swirling his tongue around my clit, and then sucks on it until I can’t take it any longer. It’s sheer torture and exquisite pleasure all at the same time.
“Oh, my God!” My hips buck and, I swear to God, he sucks my soul right out of my body. A pressure begins building in my lower body and I try to twist, but he holds me securely in place as his mouth continues to torment me in the most delicious ways possible.
“You taste so good…so sweet,” he rasps, spearing his tongue deeper.
I’m panting, on the verge of screaming, when he sinks a finger inside my core, curling it while sucking on my clit. My hips rock against his face and everything tenses up.
“Go ahead…let go…come for me,” he commands.
“Jesus!” My body explodes as the orgasm hits me harder than I could’ve expected. He’s gripping my hips, urging them to grind against his face as I ride out the waves of pleasure. After a final lick, he lifts my legs off his shoulders and stretches over me, kissing me right on the mouth, making me taste myself. It’s strange. Salty and sweet, and I can’t help but wonder if he tastes the same way.
Having this overwhelming attraction toward a man is so unlike me, but I can’t help it. And I know sleeping with Angelo probably isn’t the best idea. I don’t care, though. He’s the perfect man to experience this with and unload my virginity. I honestly thought I would never find someone like him. Even though my common sense is telling me to remain alert and in charge, my body wants to surrender.
So I do.
Our kisses and touching become more frantic, scorching and desperate. I yank his shirt up and over his head and he does the same with my tanktop. I chew my lower lip, watching in anticipation as he sheds his pants then pauses.
“Hang on,” he murmurs, walking over to the side table. I can’t help but admire that firm ass of his as he walks over and pulls a silver packet out of his wallet. As he ambles back over, my gaze dips down to the front of his briefs and holy hell. There’s a lot going on there and I swallow hard when he puts the packet in his mouth, tugs his underwear down and kicks them aside.
His cock springs up, big and thick. For a moment, I’m not sure how something that size is going to fit inside me. Angelo rips the packet open and rolls the condom on, wasting no time. Then he lowers himself back on top of me and the feel of being skin to skin with him is incredible. He grips his cock and drags it through my soaked slit until I’m whimpering. I’ve never ached so badly like this before. It’s like my entire body is throbbing and my pussy is screaming for his cock, needing it deep inside.
“So wet…” His fingers find my clit and he starts rubbing the tight, little bud as he begins to slide his huge cock inside. When I tense, he pulls back, almost all the way back out, and then slides in again, sinking in a little further. “You can take me, kitten. We’ll move slowly…open up…”
I can feel his restraint and know this isn’t easy, but I wrap my legs around his waist and lift my hips. When he plunges all the way inside, I cry out. I’ve never felt so full and he waits, giving me a moment to adjust before sliding almost all the way out again and then back in. So very deep.
“Oh, my God,” I gasp.
“Fuck, you feel good. So damn tight.” He starts moving and the initial sting I experienced begins to wear off. I rise to meet his thrusts, accepting him fully, and I’m not sure how much of this I can take. My swollen clit is at his mercy as he plays with it and he’s kissing me deeply. I feel so many sensations raging through my body.
Suddenly, his thrusts pick up and become harder, faster. I’m clinging to him and I dig my nails into his muscled arms. I’m sure I’m leaving marks, but I can’t help it. A sweet pressure is beginning to build in my lower body and all I can do is wait for my release. When it hits, I scream out, my inner muscles clenching around him, my entire body spasming.
Holy God. I’ve never felt anything so powerful and Angelo follows me right over the edge. Our gazes lock and I see what looks like surprise flash through his dark eyes before he drops his head, groans hard and his entire body shudders.