31. Angel
ANGEL
Not one word all day long from Rogue, and I know damn well Hayze knows something about where Rogue went but of course he’s not saying a word.
There’s no way Rogue left without telling his number two in charge where and what he was up to.
But no matter what methods I try he stays frustratingly silent.
I’m tired and all I can do if they’re going to keep me in the dark is wait. I spin away from him and go upstairs. It’s late, every noise outside or car door down the road makes me wonder if he’s nearby or far, what he’s doing, and when he’s coming home.
I slide out of my clothes, get ready for the night, and slip into a silky shortie pajama set that feels cool against my skin as I get into bed.
I’m far too keyed up to do anything, even reading which usually takes my mind off my troubles is difficult to concentrate on doing right now.
I lay the book aside and close my eyes. Just thinking of Rogue draws an image of his handsome face to mind.
Come home safe. It’s all I can think about, because I love this man like I’ve never loved another man before.
If I didn’t know it before, truly know that this man is the one who makes me whole, I do now. Not knowing where he is or if he’s in danger is worse pain than stabbing a blade of steel right through my very soul.
My eyes fly open to the sound of a roar of an engine in the distance.
Rogue. I swallow through my emotion, my heart racing as I jump out of bed, pull on a pair of jeans right over my shortie bottoms, and grab a hoodie lying across the chair, half zipping it while I’m running out the bedroom door and down those stairs.
His tall muscular shadow is what I see first as he opens the door. I race across the bar and fly into his arms before he’s even closed the door behind him. “Rogue!”
Rogue scoops me into his arms and holds me tight around the waist. My arms wrap around his neck while my feet dangle at least a foot from the ground as he kisses me so soundly it makes me want to cry with relief.
My eyes meet his. “You are in so much trouble. I have no idea what torture game I’m going to make you succumb to, but it is going to be something really devious. Something that makes you absolutely squirm for what you’ve put me through today.”
His bright blue eyes dance with amusement. “Baby you can do whatever you want as long as I know you’re safe. And now I do.”
I push his hair back from his face and cradle it with my hands. “I love you so much, Rogue. I’ve been so worried all day. Don’t do that again, okay? I can deal with a lot of things, but this, knowing you may have been in danger. I can’t deal with that. My heart seriously can’t take it again.”
He kicks the door of the club closed with a heeled boot and slides a hand beneath my knees, cradling me against his body as he heads for the stairs.
I lean down and open the door so he can walk through it and he closes it with his boot before carrying me to bed.
He kisses my lips again before laying me down on the mattress.
“I love you too, Angel. More than I ever thought I could love anyone. I want you to be my wife, Angel.”
I inhale a deep breath. “You’re asking me to marry you, be your wife?”
He tips my chin. “My ol’ lady, Angel. My ride or die for life.”
I nod with tears streaming from my eyes. “Yes, I will marry you and I don’t care what you call me as long as you love me forever and teach me how to ride with you.”
“That I will do for as long as we live, Angel. That’s a promise. I’m going to take a shower and when I get back, I’m going to show you just how much I love you all night long.”
A short while later I’m roused from a soft sleep by kisses on my neck, as his strong arms wrap me in the warmth of his embrace.
His hand cups my breast over the top of my silkie nighty causing my nipples to pebble beneath his touch.
A little moan escapes my lips when the energy from his caress sends a bolt of longing straight down below.
He places a strong arm behind me, lifting me slightly to remove the top, and lays me back against the pillow, leaning down to take first one and then another nipple into his mouth.
This feels like heaven and I never want him to stop, but when he moves lower, caressing my belly with his mouth, his lips, sliding lower between my legs as his hands grasp and lift my hips, I know that I’m going to come unglued.
Rogue doesn’t rush, he takes his time, inhaling my scent as his nose nuzzles my mound and the soft peach fuzz. “You smell like heaven, baby.”
It’s hard to breathe, at the same time my pulse is racing, so aware of every inhalation of breath I take as he blows his warm breath against the sensitive skin. “Rogue.”
“You like that, Angel?”
I nod. “So much.”
He kisses my mound, and it feels so deliciously good that I think it can’t get any better than this but when his tongue touches my clit, a need so strong pulses deep inside, my hips shift, lifting upward.
Rogue holds my hips though. “Still, baby. I’m in charge of your pleasure. If you move I’ll tie you up.”
I swallow through the emotion and do my best to absorb the pleasure without moving, but it’s not that easy.
I grasp the bedding, bunching it between my hands in an effort to stay perfectly still.
His lips kiss and caress, the warmth of his tongue sliding over my clit, sliding to my center and then back again.
I swear I’m going to come undone before he’s barely started, but when he slides a finger inside and begins running it in and out while licking and sucking my clit I’m no longer able to stay still.
My hips move on their own accord, and he allows it, sliding a second finger deep inside.
I moan as he sucks my clit and keeps the rhythm of his fingers moving in and out, curling them to rub right against that sensitive spot that makes me see white spots.
“Come for me, baby,” Rogue growls and everything south clenches as an orgasm hits, racking me with wave after wave of pleasure while Rogue keeps a steady pace and the warmth of his lips securely wrapped around my clit.
My body spasms as I come down from the pleasure high. But Rogue is hardly finished. He suckles the sensitive skin with his lips and then licks, long and slow. “This crème is mine.”
I think I’m going to die from sheer overstimulation but just when I can’t take it anymore, and those waves of desire are growing deep in my belly again, he kneels between my legs and rubs his hard cock through the wetness. “Your pussy is so hot and wet.”
Rogue lifts my legs as he slides in, inching his way in through the tightness.
“And so fucking tight. You are perfect, Angel,” he says, driving to the end of me, hitting that spot deep inside that makes the waves of desire climb and crescendo so fast that it’s hard to breathe.
“Come again for me, baby. I want to feel you come all over the end of my dick.”
He talks so dirty, and I love every word he says. It makes the waves come that much faster. “I’m coming, Rogue.”
Rogue thrusts deep and hard, pulling out time after time just to do it again with just as much drive. The dam that’s been building rises fast and he sends me over the edge as wave after wave rack my body and he spills his seed deep inside of me.
Rogue draws me close against his chest as our bodies begin to calm. I nuzzle against his bare skin, tracing a finger through the hair that extends from his navel to groin. He kisses the top of my head. “I love you, Angel.”
“I love you too, Rogue. So much that it’s almost hard to believe. I can’t wait to be your wife, to build a life and family with you.”