Chapter 6 #2
But Dwayne wasn’t unconscious, and the moron didn’t know when to quit. Whip regretted not letting the bikers continue until he was dead. Especially when he opened his mouth as they dragged him toward the door of the pool hall.
“You’ll regret leaving me, bitch! I’m not signing no divorce papers. You’re mine! You hear me? Mine to do whatever I want! I’m gonna poison those obnoxious fucking furballs of yours and make ’em suffer as much as you! Mark my words, you’ll pay for this!”
Whip didn’t hesitate. He strode forward and punched him as hard as he could in the face.
Dwayne went down. Hard. Unconscious but, more importantly, unable to spew any more venom toward Angel.
He turned his back on the man and went straight for the bar.
He lifted the hinged portion of the counter and grabbed Angel’s hand.
Without a word, he towed her out from behind the bar and through the crowd, toward his office.
He felt her stumble a little behind him and slowed his stride, but he didn’t stop.
It wasn’t until they were in his office with the door shut behind him that he turned to her. The tears on her cheeks made Whip want to go right back out there and kill Dwayne.
Literally.
But his woman was more important. He took Angel in his arms and she buried her face in his chest. She was shaking against him, and it made Whip feel helpless. Anyone who said words didn’t hurt was a fucking liar. They could sometimes hurt more than fists.
“Shhhh, I’ve got you. You’re safe. He’s gone.”
“He said he was going to hurt Mittens and Kevin.”
“He won’t. They’re safe at the house. He can’t get in without lights and sirens going off and without the police being notified. He was just trying to hurt you by saying that.”
“I’m scared, Whip.”
Those two words sealed the asshole’s fate. Whip knew people who wouldn’t hesitate to do what needed to be done…for the right compensation. And Whip could think of no better use of the money he had in the bank than buying the woman in his arms some peace of mind.
He supposed he should feel bad for wanting to pay someone to off another human being. But Dwayne Martin wasn’t a human. He was a monster. Someone who preyed on the weak. And the world would be a better place without him in it.
“I’ve got you,” he said, not knowing how else to comfort her in that moment.
She sniffed, nodding against him.
How long they stood like that, he had no idea, but eventually she stopped shaking and turned her head so her cheek was against his chest.
Whip slowly moved backward until he could sit in the oversized leather chair he’d bought and put in the office just for her.
It was completely out of place in the mess of papers and cheap office furniture that otherwise filled the space, but he didn’t give a shit.
Angel liked it, and that was all that mattered.
He positioned her so she was sitting across his lap, still curled into him, and relaxed against the cushions. He had no idea what was going on out in the pool hall, but nothing was more important at the moment than making sure his Angel was all right.
Eventually, she lifted her head and looked at him. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“For falling apart.”
Whip scoffed. “This isn’t falling apart. This is letting out your emotions.”
She huffed out a breath. “Well, I don’t like it. I didn’t expect…everyone is going to think I’m a horrible person for living with you while I’m still married.”
“No, they aren’t. He’s the asshole, Angel, not you. And…so what if they do? They haven’t been in your shoes, have no idea what you’ve been through. If you wanted to fuck every man in that bar, that would be your business, not anyone else’s.”
“I just…”
“No.”
She huffed out another breath. “You don’t know what I was going to say.”
“You’re right, I don’t, but it was going to be bullshit.”
“I was going to say the only man I want to fuck out in that bar is you,” she said, softly but firmly.
Whip froze. Fuck. That was not what he’d expected to come out of her mouth. Just hearing her say the word “fuck” had his cock as hard as nails under her ass. He’d always been a man with iron control. Hadn’t ever needed sex, despite enjoying it.
He needed it now. With Angel.
But he wouldn’t have her for the first time in his office. At the pool hall. No, when he sank inside her soft, wet body for the first time, it would be in his bed. In his space. His house. Where he could take his time and not have to worry about being interrupted.
Once she was free and clear and wasn’t tied to her fucknut of a husband.
Still…he needed to stake his claim with more than kisses. It was a need he couldn’t shake. Lowering his head, giving her time to say no, to back away, he rejoiced when she lifted her chin to meet him halfway.
He kissed her with all the pissed-off energy he had inside him at letting Dwayne get anywhere close to her. For letting him share the same air space as his Angel. She began squirming on his lap, letting Whip know it was time. Time for her to understand what being with a man like him was like.
He didn’t lift his lips from hers while moving his hand from her waist, under the pink shirt she was wearing, and up her stomach until it covered one of her tits.
She moaned into his mouth.
“Yes or no, Angel?” he asked, as he pulled the cup of her bra down so he could pluck at her nipple.
“Yes, please, Whip. More!”
She writhed against him, and the passion she was displaying almost had Whip changing his mind about fucking her.
No. This was for her. To show her how much she meant to him.
He wanted to strip her naked, but was all too aware of where they were. He hadn’t locked the office door behind him, which he was kicking himself for now. He wasn’t going to stop to do so, but that meant he couldn’t get her naked like he wanted either.
Impatient, he held her to him with a hand at her back. The one under her shirt moved down her body, caressing her skin as he went.
As his fingers worked at the button of her jeans, he lifted his head and looked her in the eyes. Wanting to make sure she was truly okay with this.
Angel licked her lips and smiled shyly at him as she caressed his chest with one hand.
Once her pants were undone, he didn’t hesitate to slip his hand right into her panties, and she gasped when his fingers brushed against her clit.
Whip could feel a smattering of soft pubic hair, and his mouth literally watered with the need to see her.
But he’d have to make do with feeling her slickness all over his fingers as he played with her pussy.
“Whip!” she exclaimed, as she tried to lift her hips.
“I got you,” he murmured, easing his ring finger down and inserted it as far as he could inside her body, as his index finger strummed her clit.
She was soaked, and getting wetter by the second. His Angel writhed in his arms. He loved that she didn’t just lie there and take what he was giving her. Her hips rocked upward, demanding more. The small moans she made as he caressed her harder let him know she was loving how he handled her.
It was surprising how fast she got to the edge, which boded well for him in the future, because knowing he could probably get her off several times in one go was an incredible turn-on.
“That’s it, Angel. Come for me.”
“Whip!” she said again, seemingly at a loss for words, which made him feel ten feet tall. He stared into her eyes as he moved his finger faster and harder over her clit. He wiggled the finger inside her body in time with the rocking of her hips.
She grunted and began to shake. It was all Whip could do to hold her on his lap. He was smiling like a fool and didn’t give one little shit.
His Angel was beautiful. His own little fairy. And she came beautifully. When her thighs stopped shaking, he reluctantly removed his hand from between her legs but maintained eye contact as he brought his finger to his mouth and sucked off her juices.
She was still breathing hard and her upper chest was red. But she didn’t close her legs, didn’t try to sit up or get off his lap. After he’d licked all her come off his finger, he leaned down and kissed her, wanting to share her taste.
She kissed him as if her life depended on it, and even though Whip was harder than he’d ever remembered being in the past, he was content.
When the sound of a knock on his office door made her startle in his arms, Whip lifted his head and, without looking away from Angel, shouted, “Get the fuck out of here!”
There was no more knocking, but the interruption had broken the intimate moment. Angel licked her lips a little nervously and gripped his arm as her gaze flicked to the door.
“Look at me, Angel.”
She did.
“No one is coming in. They know I’ll fucking kill them if they do. Are you okay?”
“Um…yeah.”
“That was beautiful. Thank you.”
She smiled. “I should be thanking you.”
“Nope. That’s not how this works. You giving me that, it was a gift I’ll treasure forever. You taste amazing, and one day I’ll drink directly from the source. I’m a greedy man, Angel. I’m gonna have my head between your legs for hours. And you’ll take it, like the good girl you are.”
“Whip,” she breathed, squirming against him.
His Angel was turned on by his dirty talk, and Whip fucking loved it.
“Do you…you didn’t…I can—”
“Nope. That was for you.”
“But you can’t walk around with a hard-on like that,” she said with a frown.
“Sure I can. Contrary to what other men might tell you, it’s not fatal. And I don’t give a shit if anyone else sees my hard cock. I’m proud of it. It means my woman turns me way the fuck on.”
“It says I didn’t do my part though.”
Whip shook his head and took her cheeks in his hands so he had her full attention.
“No. It says I respect my woman too much to put her on her knees in my workplace. Make no mistake, I can’t wait to feel and see your lips around my dick.
To come all over your face and tits, to fill you from the inside out and feel you strangle my dick with your pussy.
But now is not the time. Not until you’re free of that asshole, and we can move on with our lives with no encumberments. ”
Her face fell. “He’s not going to agree to the divorce.”
“Yes, he is. Trust me, Angel. We’re going to make love. And fuck. And you’re going to make an honest man out of me before the year is done. If you want that.”
“I want that,” she whispered.
Pleasure swam in Whip’s veins. Fuck, he was pussy-whipped, but he didn’t care in the least. He’d do anything for the woman in his lap. Anything at all.
His gaze flicked down her body, at her nipples poking through the material of her shirt, at her pants still undone, at the flush of her orgasm still on her cheeks and neck, her lips plump from his kisses. She was the sexiest woman he’d ever seen in his life. And she was his.
To pleasure.
To protect.
To lift up and treasure.
He helped her sit up so she was straddling his lap. Then he used both hands to refasten the button on her jeans. He casually put his hand up her shirt and eased her tit back into the cup of the bra he’d pulled down earlier. Finally, he smoothed his hands down her sides, straightening her shirt.
“Good?” he asked.
She looked down between them, and he followed her gaze. His cock was straining behind the zipper of his jeans, and he could feel it throbbing with every beat of his heart.
“Are you sure?” she asked, nodding down at him.
“I’m sure,” he told her, leaning forward and kissing her once more. It was a slow, deep, loving kiss this time.
And when she pulled back, she whispered shyly, “I can still taste myself on your lips.”
Whip grinned and brought his fist to his nose. He inhaled deeply. “And I can still smell you on my skin. I fucking love it.”
Angel blushed.
“Up, woman. You have drinks to make, and I need to do a walk-through. Make sure that asshole is long gone.”
“You really think our babies are okay?”
“They’re okay,” Whip said firmly, before scooting to the edge of the chair and helping her stand. He joined her, adjusted his still-hard cock in his jeans, then grabbed her hand and headed for the door.
He had no idea who’d knocked, but no one came running up to them with a problem and no one seemed fazed by their reappearance.
He walked Angel back to the bar, then leaned down and kissed her long and hard. Staking his claim. Making it very clear to everyone in the pool hall that she was his woman, and if they dared say one derogatory thing to her or about her, they’d pay.
The rest of the night continued without any more issues, but Whip had a bad feeling they hadn’t seen the last of Dwayne.
He was unhinged and determined that he owned Angel.
He was wrong—and would probably have to learn that the hard way.
But one way or another, Whip would end the threat to Angel so they could move on with their lives. Together.