Chapter 29
Diablo
The scent of vanilla is the first thing I notice when I wake up, and it makes me feel whole; proof that a part of me was missing while we were apart.
I inhale deeply, letting the scent fill me before nuzzling my face into her hair.
I take my time watching her sleep. Her face serene; the remnants of her tears gone, but I know the hurt remains.
I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to her, earning her trust again.
Being in my arms isn’t enough, I need to keep touching her to remind myself she’s here, and that she’s mine. I gently move loose strands of hair away from her face and stroke her nose and brows. I thought I was being subtle until eventually she sighs…
“I love you, but please stop messing with me. I’ve barely slept this week without you, so now that you’re here, I was at least hoping to catch up on my beauty sleep.”
“You don’t need beauty sleep,” I say, peppering her face with light kisses. “You’re already perfect.”
“Fine, I need intelligence sleep, you want me to pass my classes, don’t you? ”
“You’re already the smartest person I know. It won’t hurt this big old brain of yours to lose one more night of sleep.”
“You’ve just got an answer for everything, haven’t you?”
Her eyes are still closed but a smile plays on her lips.
“Mm-hmm,” I smirk, moving my kisses down to her lips.
She returns my kiss, and I let out a sigh of relief.
I keep kissing her, savoring every moment; as she said last night, trying to make up for all the kisses we lost this last week because of me.
My hands are already roaming her body, memorizing every curve, every crease; sometimes gently stroking, other times gripping her, mainly when the thought of nearly losing her rears its ugly head.
Moving slowly down her body, my lips trace over her throat and her neck; tasting, licking, adding a gentle nibble in those places she likes.
Hearing her breath turn to gentle gasps and moans sounds better than any music; the thought that I nearly lost those sounds forever hurts me too much.
I have to keep reminding myself that I’ve got her now, I need to focus on making it up to her and not losing her again, instead of dwelling on the time I didn’t have her.
“Angel.”
My name whispers across her lips. It’s the first time she’s said it since I’ve come back, and it’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.
I move to her breasts, loving the way they spill in my hands, soft and warm to the touch.
I take my time, lavishing one of her nipples with licks and flicks from my tongue.
“So fucking perfect,” I whisper, moving to her other breast, but keeping my fingers busy on the one I’ve just kissed. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” she moans, her voice barely audible, instead soft and blissed out .
I continue down her body, not able to resist a few small hickeys on her belly, loving how her pale skin blushes and then marks, letting me claim her as mine.
The closer I get to her hips I can smell her desire; I’ve missed her taste so much.
I’d wanted to take this slowly, but the urge to just dive in like a man possessed is overwhelming me.
No, there’s no rush, she’s mine, and I’m not letting her go again.
Gently parting her legs, I lie between them, nuzzling at her.
I growl, letting the vibrations from my mouth roll over her as she gently squeezes my head with her thighs.
Fuck, I’ve missed being between her legs.
Knowing for sure that I want to take my time, I move off the bed so I’m kneeling on the floor, before grabbing her around her thighs and pulling her down the bed towards me.
She lets out a squeal of delight and giggles at the sudden movement.
“Settle in, princess, I’m planning on staying here a while.”
I rest her legs over my shoulders, and with my hands free to explore I stroke her thick thighs and grip them to me, before burying my face in her pussy and licking her leisurely from her entrance all the way to her clit.
Her moans intensify as I take my time, enjoying tasting and teasing her, fucking her with my tongue before gently rolling it around her clit and back again.
Once I’ve got my fill, I focus more on what I know gets her off, building her slowly, using her moans and sighs to focus my attention. Adding my fingers and feeling her clench around me the closer she gets, before curling them to find that spot which I know makes her orgasms even more intense.
“Angel, I’m getting close!”
She’s desperate to come; I’ve been edging her for longer than usual.
But I keep going, letting her slowly build, until there’s the intake of breath she holds for a moment before allowing herself to let go as her orgasm takes over.
Her body trembles and shakes, her pussy clenching around my hand, my name on her lips as she moans through it. Fuck, I’ve missed this.
I move back onto the bed to lie beside her, and it doesn’t take her long to roll into me, reaching her arms around my neck and pulling me closer before wrapping her leg around my waist as we lie on our sides.
She grinds her hips against me, and I line myself up before slowly sinking my cock into her.
She lets out a gasp and I moan into her lips.
“I love you,” I say.
“I love you too.”
“You’re fucking mine. Please tell me that you’re still mine.”
“I’m yours, Angel.”
Elizabeth
We’ve spent the morning in bed, kissing and fucking, making up for lost time… and orgasms. I’m back in my spot, curled up against his chest, tracing his tattoos and enjoying the scent of him.
“What happens next?” I ask.
“You mean with us?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Whatever you want.” He cups my face with his hand and tilts me to look up at him. “I’m yours, in whatever way you’ll have me.”
“Whatever way I’ll have you, huh?”
“Yeah,” he chuckles, “and I know you might try and make me regret saying that, but I’ll jump through whatever hoops you want me to.”
“This could be fun,” I murmur .
“Do your worst, princess.”
“What if I wanted to stay here at Slim’s place?”
“I’d say that’s fine, but don’t expect to be sleeping here alone. Where you are, I am.”
“Hmm. What if I’m not ready to share a bed with you again full-time?”
“I’ll camp out on the sofa downstairs.”
I chuckle. “You’d have to ask Slim for permission.”
“No chance, there’s no way he could stop me.”
“What if I wanted to go back to keeping us a secret?”
“I’d tell you that’s pretty impossible, but if that’s what you wanted, I’d do it.” He pauses and brushes a strand of hair behind my ear. “Is that what you want?”
I shake my head. “No, no more secrets.”
“No more secrets.” He nods. “On that note, I should probably tell you something.”
My gut churns and scenarios flash through my mind… Was he with someone else while we were apart… Or maybe he lied about him and Donovan being okay…
“It’s about Frank, and Diablos Rojos.”
“Oh,” I exhale in relief.
“What?”
“Nothing, just… brain… worst case scenarios…”
“You can ask me anything, I’ll be honest with you,” he says.
“Were you with anyone else, while we were apart? I know we were broken up, and you didn’t owe me fidelity, but I… I need to know.”
“No, I tried, I went to a room with a girl, and I hate myself for it. But I couldn’t even look at her, let alone touch her. I ran out so fast. All I could think about was you. I’m sorry—”
“You don’t have to apologize, I get it, I tried too. Nothing happened, we had a drink, but I couldn’t. ”
“There’s no one else, Elizabeth. There hasn’t been since you, and there won’t be. Just me and you, yeah?”
I nod. “Just me and you.”
He kisses me, pressing me back into the mattress, and it’s like a weight has been lifted, knowing he hasn’t kissed anyone else since we’ve been together.
“Wait.” I push against his shoulders. “What did you want to tell me, about Frank?”
“Oh, yeah, turns out Frank manufactured the whole thing with Diablos Rojos, tried to manipulate the club into getting back into illegal shit.”
“Seriously? What an asshole.”
“Yeah, it would have worked as well. I… I fucked up…”
His expression looks pained, and I stroke his face.
“Hey, it’s okay, no more secrets, remember.”
“Yeah… I made a deal with him, when he went to prison.”
“What kind of a deal?”
“In exchange for him granting my mom a divorce, and leaving Donovan alone, I’d back him on any club business.”
“You wanted to protect your family. And that was years ago, you had no idea he was going to plan something like this.”
“But I should have. And that’s not the worst of it.” Tears fill his eyes; I’ve never seen him cry or get this emotional before. “He threatened you.”
“Me?”
He nods. “Someone told him about you, and he said that if I didn’t stick to the deal, he’d hurt you, send people after you to—”
A sound rips from his throat, and he buries his face in my chest, his body shaking as he cries.
“Hey, it’s okay, I’m safe.” I run my fingers through his hair to soothe him, holding him to me. “Angel, I’m safe, I’m with you, he can’t hurt me. ”
“But the thought of anything bad happening to you—”
“I know, I know.”
The truth is, I’m reassuring him, but am I safe? Angel is going against the deal; can Frank hurt me from the inside? Or will he get one of Diablos Rojos to do it… and I know for a fact they’ve already killed someone…
“Are you sure my plan for Diablos Rojos will work?” I ask, “I didn’t know about Frank, or about the deal.”
Angel catches his breath before lifting his head, his eyes red with tears.
“I think it will; Tipo and Walrus are calling ex-members now, I know they’ll find people. And we’ve agreed to tell Diablos Rojos about Frank and let them deal with him.”
“Deal with him?”
“Yeah,” he sniffs, “we don’t think they’ll be happy when they find out he played them.”
“What will they do? Beat him up?”