31. Weston
THIRTY-ONE
We’ve got our angel on lockdown. Harley told us that he thinks Axel is already in Willow Creek because of the notes being left for Winver. If that”s the case, our time is running out, not any inclination on how much time we truly have left. After he got back from his little mirror episode that me and Motley cleaned up, he told us that he had gone to her apartment and that she’d now be living with us, unable to leave.
It’s only for her protection, though I don’t mind at all. Now that everything between all of us has been made clear, I can finally take the weight off that was holding me down. I don’t have to hide my true self anymore around her or put on this persona of being a jackass. Harley and Motley still give off those ‘I hate you’ vibes, but I think they’re just telling themselves that so they don’t catch feelings for her.
Putting on my black joggers and hoodie for the day, I shake my head, giving my black hair a nice little fluff to it. Is it bad that I’m nervous for her to see my face even though she’s seen everything else? What if she thinks I’m ugly? I shake out the nerves before walking into the living room where she sits drinking her coffee.
“You ready to go?” I call out from behind her. She turns around, scanning me up and down.
“How ready can one be when they know their ex-boyfriend and rapist who got locked up, but is now free, now here, and wants to kill me?” she warmly says, setting her coffee down.
I’m just going to ignore all of that…
“Come on,” I say, turning around and going into my room.
“We’re training in a bedroom?”
“No,” I say as I make my way into my walk-in closet. I move past the hung-up clothes and open the door that leads to the roof.
“How many secret doors do y’all have in this damn place?”
“I think this is it,” I chirp.
Making our way up the stairs, I push open the old, rusty door as the cold October air hits my skin. Leading us out to the middle of it, I lift my arms, walking around in a circle.
“This is where we’ll be training.”
She looks at me with a look of undelight. “On a roof…with no weapons…?”
I walk up to her, holding the sides of her face.
“Angel, sometimes you have to be the weapon.” I let go, but never deter from my serious facial expression.
“Okay then…” She crosses her arms, raising her head up higher.
“Show me how to fight so kicking your ass can be a little easier.”
That’s my angel.
Her body hangs off the roof from the knees up while I hold onto her ankles so she doesn’t fall. This is her punishment when she doesn’t do something right or fails to execute the punches properly. Currently, this is her twentieth time being hung off the ledge. I don’t take training as a joke because that would just mean she thinks it’s a joke. I’m not doing it to be rude, I’m doing it to prove a point.
When the guys and I moved to Willow Creek, we were still scared that our boss, Axel, would show up unexpectedly. We all have something we’ve mastered when it comes to fighting off someone since then. Sure, the other guys have actual weapons that they’ve mastered, but I took on the challenge of teaching myself self-defense. Like I said, sometimes the only weapon you have is what”s attached to your body.
“Angel, I will keep you like this for as long as I have to. Fucking figure it out. You’ve already done it nineteen times, make it twenty and we’ll be done for now.” She closes her eyes and lets out a deep breath. “Come on, angel, you can do it.”
She lets out a screaming exhale, engaging her core muscles to sit up, reaching out her hands for me to take. In one swift motion, I remove my hold from her ankles and grab her wrists, pulling her back on the roof. She collapses onto my chest, causing me to fall back on the floor. She turns away, sprawling out on the roof panting, completely exhausted.
I taught her five self-defense moves and punches. Instead of working her way into it, I had her go all in. Every punch, kick, and slap she gave me only fueled me with desire. With her strong presence and feisty attitude, the more times I didn’t go easy on her, the harder she fought.
Standing up, I give her a hand, pulling her tired body off the floor.
“You did good. You’ll be kicking our ass in no time,” I smirk.
She could kick me, punch me, use me, and spit on me. I could be her good, obedient boy if she wanted me to be.
Now in the bathroom, I grab a towel for her, placing it on the counter where she sits on the edge of it.
“There. Now take all the time you need in the shower.”
“Stay,” she insists. “You need a shower, too,” she whispers, grabbing the hem of my hoodie. She pulls it up, taking it off my body. The sweat from training sticks on my chest and abs. Lifting her shirt up a little, I look at her before proceeding. “May I?” She nods her head with consent that has me fully taking it off along with her sports bra.
I slowly make my way towards the ground, getting on my knees before her as I start taking off her leggings. She lifts her hips, allowing me to take them off fully with her gorgeous pussy now right in front of me. My mouth starts to water seeing just how beautiful her glistening body is, covered in sweat. I take off her shoes and socks, kissing the top of her feet.
I get back up, sliding off the rest of my clothes then take her hand, leading her in the warm shower. I stand behind her, watching the water drench her hair and body. Taking the shampoo, I put some in the palm of my hand before I start massaging her scalp.
“I don’t want you to do anything besides relax,” I say, lathering her hair in the fresh, apple scent. Her back looks better than it did yesterday, now unbandaged making it heal faster. Rinsing off the shampoo, I comb my fingers through her hair when she suddenly turns around to face me.
“If you want me relaxed, then you’ll do more than just wash my body. Be a good boy and make me cum,” she muses.
“Yes, ma’am,” I croon.
Her lips are smashing onto mine, overpowering me with need and hunger. I greedily swipe her tongue up with mine, swallowing down her breath. I push her up against the tiled wall, running a hand down her waist as the other starts to massage her pussy. I rub my middle finger up and down her clit, making her release a moan I quickly swallow. Her head hits the wall, breaking apart our kiss while I apply more pressure on her clit. I kiss and lick her neck, inching my way down to her nipples. I cover them with my mouth, sucking on each of them while I slip my middle finger inside her for a second before pulling it out. “Fuck, Wes...”
I get on my knees, kissing her lower stomach then mound, looking up at her.
“Let me worship this pussy like it’s god herself. Forgive me for what I’ve done, angel.”
She puts a leg over my shoulder, opening herself up to me even more. “Show me how much you”re sorry, Wes.” She grabs my hair, fisting it into a ball as she then pulls me to her pussy. I swipe my tongue up her slit, engulfing my mouth over her clit.
“Oh, fuck!” she cries out, fisting my hair even more as I devour her like the needy, good boy I am. My tongue fucks in and out of her pussy, tasting her sweetness and slurping it up. She starts to move her hips up and down my face and as her pace picks up, my need to make sure she cums grows heavier.
“Fuck I’m so close, Wes,” she moans. “I’m so fucking close.”
“Lather my face, angel. Drench me with everything you have.”
She pushes herself deeper into my face, my nose and mouth molded to her folds. I suck and flick her clit repeatedly. Feeling her starting to shake, I grab both of her legs, keeping her in place.
“Oh, ffuuckk,” she moans out, releasing all over my face. I lick everything up like it’s the last meal I’ll ever have.
I hover my lips over her clit.
“My.”
Kiss.
“Gorgeous.”
Kiss.
“Pussy.”
Kiss.
I come back up, kissing her passionately. I make her taste the heaven only she can provide, picking her up in the process. Her arms wrap around my neck while her legs wrap around my waist, never breaking our seal as I slowly enter inside her. I groan into her mouth, feeling how she clings around my length.
“Look at me,” I command. Her brown eyes spring open with lust as she starts to thrust her hips, matching my pace.
“Mmm, fuck,” she whimpers. I grip her ass, sliding her up and down my hard shaft.
I can feel myself building up more and more with the need to release. Her forehead clashes with mine, scratching her nails along my upper back.
“Fill me, Wes. Fill me up while I milk everything out,” she pants.
“God, yes,” I moan, fucking her faster while I start releasing everything I have. Her pussy clamps around me, contracting with another orgasm.
“Oh god, yes!” she cries out, riding out her high as I ride out mine. If this is what heaven feels like, I never want to go back down to hell. She’s a pure fucking angel. And she”s mine.
I kiss her sensually as I softly put her back down. “That was everything to me,” I whisper with our foreheads still touching.
“It wasn’t the last, either,” she whispers back.
My body is so fucking sore. The training Weston put me through was anything but easy. I figured since he seems to be the weakest of the group he’d go easy on me, but that was not the case. I had no idea what I was getting myself into, nor did I even know that they each had certain skills. He showed another side of him I’ve never seen, but it’s been the most authentic side I’ve seen out of all of them. Even what he did in the shower was so much more than a fuck. It was sensual and real, colliding two bodies into one.
Finishing up in the bathroom and now alone, I comb out my hair when the ghostly woman appears. Her hair still remains straight and fresh, but her once bloody arms are now clean as well. She still hugs herself tight, but her lips curve almost looking like a faint smile.
“You’re helping,” she softly echoes.
“I am?” I tilt my head.
“Yes. I’ll be gone soon,” she…smiles.
“What do you mean?” I whisper, leaning closer to the mirror. She whips her head to the side, her eyes widening like someone else is about to approach. She starts crying again, shaking her head.
“No, no, no,” she says before jumping out at me, making me scream. She’s gone in a heartbeat, but mine feels like it’s beating out my chest. Just when I thought Weston was the one running into the bathroom, in comes Harley.
“What?” He looks around the room like someone could’ve broken in through a windowless bathroom.
“Nothing. I just–”
“You see her, too?” His interruption catches me by surprise.
“You see her?”
“I’ve been seeing her ever since–”
“Oh my god. That’s her. That’s the girl Axel killed, isn’t it?” I say, walking up to him.
“Yes. I’ve seen her almost every day since moving here.”
“Why would she make herself known to me?” I wonder.
“Because we both have first-handedly been a part of Axel’s hell.”
“Do the other guys see her?”
“No. But they also were never truly connected to her or Axel. It makes sense that only me and you see her as we’re the only ones that have had face-to-face experiences with him.”
That does make sense. I’ve kept myself secretive about seeing her, thinking that if I told any of them they would just think I’m crazy. My eyes widen as I piece together everything. It all starts making sense.
“Harley, we’re her key to freedom. She can’t get released until he’s been killed! Each time she looks more cleaned because each time–”
“We’re one step closer to getting him.”