Chapter 15 #2
“Oh, he found out, somehow, when I was a senior in high school. Beat the ever-living shit out of me, too, thinking it would convince me to go straight—as if I had a choice. Up to that point, he’d been living his life vicariously through me.
He’d been a mediocre football player in high school, and here was his youngest son, the star quarterback on the football team, with a full ride to Rutgers.
After he beat me near unconscious with his belt three months before graduation, I couldn’t go to school for almost two weeks.
My mother called me in sick with the flu or something and nursed me back to health.
My father wouldn’t let her take me to the hospital or even a doctor—God forbid someone found out he’d beaten his son, the faggot. ”
He shrugged off the fucked-up memory. “Anyway, after I recovered, I was done with him. I threw my scholarship in his face and enlisted the afternoon I graduated from high school, which also happened to be my eighteenth birthday. I would never have seen my father again if it weren’t for my mom and brother.
As it was, we may have said less than a dozen words to each other for the rest of his life.
He died four years ago, and the only reason I ever regretted our estrangement was for how much it hurt my mother and brother. ”
Despite what he had said earlier about their friendship, Jake suddenly seemed shocked by how much he’d told her and stopped talking.
A look of surprise came over his handsome face when she stood with tears in her eyes and pulled on his hand until he was also standing, then hugged the stuffing out of him.
With only the sounds of nature surrounding them, they held each other for a minute.
Angie’s heart broke for the teenager he’d been and how his father had assaulted and disowned him for something beyond Jake’s control.
“Is that how you got the scars on your back?” He pulled away and eyed her with confusion, probably trying to remember when she would’ve seen his bare back.
“Ian told me it’s why you didn’t take your shirt off in the club the night you were Whip Master.
You were soaked in sweat but kept it on. ”
Letting go of her completely, he nodded. “Yeah, that’s why. There are several scars where the belt buckle did some permanent damage. I try not to show them to anyone if it can be avoided.”
Not knowing what else to say, Angie grabbed her pad and carefully ripped Jake’s sketch out before handing it to him. “I hope someday I can draw you when you’re truly happy and find someone you love to share your life with. You deserve it.”
He gave her a wry smile and kissed her on the cheek. “I don’t know if that’ll ever happen, sweetheart, but if it does, I hope he’s the male version of you—kick-ass and tender, all wrapped up in one beautiful package.” He paused and winked at her. “And not afraid of his kinky side.”
The two of them laughed. Angie was about to say something snarky when the front door opened, and Brody stuck his head out. “Athos is on the phone.”
All thoughts of what she and Jake had been discussing took a backseat to her best friend’s welfare.
She was desperate to hear his voice and ran past Brody as he held the door open for her, then he and Jake followed her back inside.
Ian was standing in the living room, talking on his cell phone.
He looked like he’d just woken up, too, and as soon as he saw her, he told Athos he was putting him on speaker.
Pushing a button, he held out the phone so she could hear and talk to her friend. “Jimmy? Where are you? Are you okay?”
“I’m okay, baby. I’m so sorry about this. Having you involved in this was the last thing I ever wanted. I’m on my way to meet you, and we’ll talk when I get there, okay? Just do what Ian tells you to do, and stay safe.”
A little more at ease after hearing his familiar, comforting voice, she looked up at Ian and said into the phone’s mic, “I will. You stay safe, yourself, and get your sorry ass here as soon as possible so I can kick it from here to the moon.”
A chuckle came over the line. “That’s my girl. I’ll see you soon.”
Ian told Athos where Jake and Brody would meet him in Spartanburg, South Carolina, near the airport they'd flown into. After they were certain they weren’t being followed, the three men would return to the safe house, where they would all sit down and figure out how to get Angie out of this mess.
After he hung up the phone, Ian texted CC, telling the pilot to fly back to Tampa and pick up Marco, Boomer, and Tiny.
He’d bring them up to Spartanburg, where another SUV would be waiting for them so they could drive to the safe house.
Ian then called his brother and filled him in, ensuring all was safe and sound back at the compound.
Twenty minutes later, Jake and Brody were on their way back to South Carolina.
They would reach their destination around the same time as Athos, who’d been taking the back roads since yesterday.
In the meantime, Ian and Angie had about three hours to kill.
She was staring out the front window at the lake when he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her rear flush against his front.
He knew he wasn’t out of trouble with her yet but was pleased to feel her relax into his embrace.
Nuzzling his chin to her neck, he placed soft, gentle kisses on the skin covering her pulse, loving how a shiver went through her.
When she tilted her head to give him better access, he nibbled and licked the tender area.
She moaned and reacted by pushing her ass into his groin, which made his dick happy and hard.
He smiled against her skin when she said in a husky voice, “Just so you know, I’m still mad at you. ”
Ian slid a hand up to play with one of her breasts while the other hand slid down and cupped her mound.
“I know. But how about we try a little make-up sex, hmm?” The hand at her breast squeezed her lush flesh while his fingers down below rubbed her clit through her clothes.
Her hips began to undulate as she reached back with both hands and grabbed hold of his ass, trying to keep him still while she teased his massive erection through his jeans.
“Oh, shit, Angel. You feel so good. Let me make you forget about everything, just for a little while.”
She gasped when he bit down hard on the spot where her neck and shoulder met.
A swipe of his tongue followed as he soothed the sting away.
He knew her body wouldn’t let her deny him, even if her brain wanted to.
She needed what he offered—a brief period where her mind wasn’t focused on the danger they all faced. “Yeeesssss.”
The single word came out as a hiss as he increased the pressure on her clit and tweaked her nipple through her thin shirt and bra.
He spun her around, wrapped his arms below her hips, and lifted her so she had no choice but to hook her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck.
The position put his rigid cock in contact with her mound, and she whimpered with need.
She kissed him with all the passion and desperation inside her as he carried her into his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind them.
After easing her down to the bed, Ian checked his phone to ensure the security system was armed and then set the device on the nightstand.
His gun, holstered at the small of his back, went right next to the phone.
Pulling her up into a sitting position, he yanked off her shirt, followed by her sports bra.
Her sweats and thong went next, and soon, his shirt and jeans were added to the growing pile on the floor.
Kneeling next to the side of the bed, Ian put his hands under her ass and pulled her to the edge of the mattress.
Placing his hand between her breasts, he urged her to lie down until she was flat on her back and then put her legs over his shoulders.
The scent of her arousal hit his nose, and his mouth watered.
To hell with slow and easy. He parted her pussy lips with his thumbs and attacked her sex like a man who’d gone without for years.
He licked her slit several times from bottom to top, moaning at her taste, and nibbled on both sides of her opening before stiffening his tongue and stabbing it into her.
Angie’s hips bounced off the bed as she screamed his name, begging for more.
Her hands dove into his hair. While one hand held his head to her core, the other pulled on the short strands, making him growl as the sexual beast inside him was unleashed.
He flicked her clit with his tongue and plunged two fingers into her hot, wet pussy.
Finding and rubbing the magic spot, he sent her flying, her shrill cry filling the room.
Not waiting for her to recover, Ian stood, flipped her onto her stomach and grabbed the lubricant that he’d found in Boomer’s room and placed in the nightstand drawer along with the two boxes of condoms. He wouldn’t need one of those this time.
He’d been prepping her tight little asshole for over two weeks now, and he couldn’t wait any longer to take her there.
With both of their health clearances signed and completed, he wanted to fuck her ass with nothing but skin between them.
Popping open the lid of the bottle, he poured some lube down her crack while he took two fingers from his other hand and shoved them back into her still-quivering pussy.
She hadn’t been expecting it, and the sudden penetration sent another orgasm spiraling through her, her walls squeezing his digits together as he pumped them in and out of her channel.
While she was still coming, he ran his free middle finger up the valley between her ass cheeks and coated it with the silky fluid before easing it into her back hole.
She took it without a problem, and it wasn’t long before he added his index finger to join the other one.
“Oh, God. Yes. Yeeesss. Yeeeeesssss. Oh, God!” Her lungs heaved, and she pushed her hips backward, trying to get him as far into her body as he could. “Please, Sir. Don’t make me wait. Take me now. Fuck my ass and come inside me. Pleeeaaasseee!”
Any other time, Ian would’ve made her wait and drawn out the sweet torture, reminding her he was in charge and not allowing her to top from the bottom.
But now he needed her as much as she needed him.
While he made a scissor motion with the two fingers in her ass, stretching her more, he grabbed the bottle of lube again and poured some on his aching shaft.
After tossing the recapped bottle aside, he pulled his fingers from her puckered rosette and grabbed her hips, tugging until her feet touched the floor and her torso was bent over the bed.
Using one hand to spread her cheeks, he used the other to guide the tip of his cock to where it was begging to be.
Slowly, he pushed forward and watched as her body yielded to his invasion.
“Aaahhhh. More. Oh, fuck, Sir, give me more. It burns but feels so good. Don’t stop. Oh, please don’t stop.”
Her pleading spurred him on, and once he was sure he wouldn’t hurt her, he thrust his hips forward until he filled her, making her gasp then beg him to do it again.
He growled when she tried to get him to move, holding back the desperate urge to take her like a rutting animal.
“Fuck, Angel. You feel like heaven. I’m not going to last long. ”
He pumped his hips slowly, loving the drag of her tight rim along his length.
Need whipped through him, and he couldn’t refuse his body’s urgent desire to mark her as his in the most primal way possible.
He sped up his thrusts as they both grunted and groaned, reaching for the utmost pinnacle where they would take flight together.
A tingling started in Ian’s lower spine and spread to his heavy balls, slapping against her pussy with every inward thrust. Reaching around her hip, he worked his hand between Angie’s body and the bed and found her little pearl.
Just before his own release ripped through him, he pinched her clit and sent her tumbling over before him.
As the waves of her orgasm hit her, the muscles of her empty vagina and her stuffed ass clenched in unison, and she milked the seed from his body.
Ian wasn’t sure how long he stood behind her, his cock still buried deep, while he covered her upper body with his.
Most of his weight was placed on his forearms on either side of her shoulders, and he kissed her on the head.
His heaving lungs sated their desperate need for oxygen, and his breathing slowed to a more normal rate. “Are you okay, Angel?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
He chuckled at her exhausted response. His cock slid from her well-used hole, and they both groaned at the loss of contact.
Pushing off the bed, Ian placed a hand on her buttocks until he was sure he was steady on his feet.
Squeezing a fleshy globe, he told her to stay where she was while he retrieved a wet washcloth to clean her.
As he finished wiping away the evidence of their wicked and wild make-up sex, his phone chimed a text, followed by an alert that a vehicle had breached the security sensor on the road leading to the safe house.
Grabbing his phone, he checked the text and saw it was from Carter, advising Ian he’d be pulling into the safe house driveway in less than five minutes.
Fuck! For once, the black-ops spy had shitty timing… and how the hell did he know they were here in the first place?