Chapter 21
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Angel
I lift up again, looking down at Promise.
Her blonde hair is spread out over my pillow, big blue eyes staring up at me with so much…hope.
My gaze brushes over her chest to her plump breasts, with their perfect pink nipples.
I know a couple of things with sharp clarity. She’s right on several fronts. Her father is not a man who deserves my loyalty.
But it’s not about him. And I made certain promises to him that I have to honor. Because I do want to be man who deserves the light.
I grab her chin, kissing her mouth. “Before I met you, I made him a few promises and I won’t go back on my word. But that doesn’t mean that going forward, I won’t be yours. I am.”
She searches my gaze, the question clear as she pauses. Finally, she nods. “Yes.”
“Good girl,” I rumble before I drop my mouth to hers, devouring her lips. My tongue pushes between her lips, so hungry for her taste, I’m like a starving man.
She kisses back, her arms and legs winding around me in a way that only draws me into the cradle of her body.
I want to sink inside her so bad, my balls fucking ache.
But waiting to fuck her until after we’re married is another promise that I made, and I won’t break it.
So instead, I start sliding my mouth lower, sucking one of those perfect nipples into my mouth.
Her skin is sweet and just a touch salty. It’s absolutely delicious. Her nipple puckers in my mouth, and I suck harder, gently biting the stiff flesh.
She moans out her pleasure, her hands dragging over my scalp before she fists my hair.
I move to the other breast, giving it the same attention before I slide my mouth lower, kissing a trail over the softness of her belly.
Maybe her stomach is where I’ll cum next, the length of her perfect pale skin like a canvas just waiting for my paint.
I tongue her belly button, seriously wanting my tongue in every crack and crevice of her body. But I don’t dally for long before I sink lower.
I love Promise’s pussy all over my face and I want to feel her orgasm while I eat her, so I kiss over her perfectly waxed mound and sink down between her legs.
She’s already so wet for me that I rumble with satisfaction, even as I swipe my thumb down the length of her lips, feeling the shiver as I sink the digit into her tight pussy.
“That feel good, baby?”
“Yes,” she hisses back, bucking against my hand.
I reward my favorite word with a long lick, ending on her clit. She whimpers and tugs my hair, even as she encourages me closer.
“You know what I want to hear,” I rumble into her pussy before I swirl my tongue right where she wants it most.
“Yes,” she cries. “More. Please.”
Promise begging me is more satisfying than I ever imagined. I’m a man possessed as I lick and suck, pumping my thumb into her sweet little pussy as my index finger settles into the crack of her ass and pushes just inside her other tight hole.
She gasps, half sitting up, and I pull out, but I’m not giving up. I will conquer every hole she’s got and then she’ll be fully and completely mine.
“Relax,” I order, sliding my other hand up her chest to push her back down. “Let me make you feel good.”
She resists for another second and then slowly lies back down, her eyes still holding mine, suspicion shining in them.
I just smile like the wolf that I fucking am. And then I push my thumb deep inside her, swirling around the folds until she lets out a loud moan.
“That’s my good Goldilocks.” And I reward her with a press of my tongue right to her clit. Her pussy contracts around me, which is my cue to press the tip of my index finger back inside her.
While I want to conquer her, this is also about her feeling good. It works. This time, she relaxes, opening up to me so that I can push deeper inside her tight little hole.
The moan she gives is enough to make me leak cum as I work her clit like I’m going for an Olympic medal.
She’s rubbing on my face, her whimpers and cries enough to make me press deeper inside her, my tongue flying over her little nub of pleasure.
I know she’s close to breaking as she pulls my hair with enough force that it stings in the best way.
I look up at her, watching her face as it twists, red now, and so fucking beautiful.
And then she screams, “Angel!” before she orgasms, her pussy and asshole locking my fingers in a vice.
I thought I might fuck my need for Promise out of my system. But I don’t think that’s happening for a while.
I’ve barely started conquering this woman.
I pull out of her, rearing up on my knees as I yank my shorts down. I’ve got my cock in my hand in a second, as I spread her legs wider with mine, leaning over her so that I can coat her stomach with my jiz.
“Tell me, Promise. Tell me to cum on you. Tell me you like it.”
“Cum on me,” she whispers back, her eyes locking with mine. “I want you, Angel.”
I reach up then, threading my free hand into her hair, loving the feel of it in my hand. “Tell me you want to be mine.”
“I want to be yours,” she says, her eyes holding mine. “I want you to be mine.”
“I am.” My hand is flying over my cock, my eyes glazing, as I don’t think, I just speak. “I’m fucking yours, Promise.” And then thick ropes of my cum spurt out of my cock, covering her chest and belly.
I keep pumping, the orgasm so good, I don’t want it to end. Her hands settle on my hips, soft and so silky as she holds them, urging my hips up her body.
I comply, until my softening cock is angled toward her mouth, and then she sucks it between her lips, her tongue swiping off the cum that was still leaking out.
I’m instantly fucking hard, a feral noise gurgling in my throat.
She breaks off my cock with a soft pop, licking her lips as she does. But I’m already pushing my erection back in her mouth.
She takes it without question, the wet slide of her lips so good, my eyes close for a second, just feeling.
But the visual is too good, so I force them open again, and watch as I sink deep inside, stretching her mouth around my girth.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I snarl even as I pull back out and then push in again.
Promise lets me fuck her face, her slurps and chokes making it so good, I’m throbbing with the need to cum again.
This is not how men usually work. But I’m not complaining as my balls tighten up, the pump of my hips growing faster, jerky as I grab the headboard, just trying to hang on before I blow, spewing more cum down her throat.
Her eyes are watering, her mouth is red, her cheeks are puffed out, but she looks up at me and gives me a small smile.
Like she’s pleased with herself.
I’m bending over to kiss the mouth I’ve made a complete mess of, shoving my tongue between her lips to taste my cum on her tongue.
It makes me fucking hot all over again as I devour her. “You need another, baby?”
She shakes her head, even as she stretches under me. “What I need is some sleep.”
I can’t argue with that. We’ve got a busy day tomorrow. I lie down next to her pulling her into my side. “I meant my promises, Promise.”
She burrows into me, her head resting on my chest, an arm and a leg around me. “I believe you.”
Those words settle over me like some blanket. I want to be a man who can be believed. I’ve always wanted that. Now I just have to hope that belief is enough.
I wake to the sun streaming into the loft’s giant windows.
Promise is still asleep, wrapped around me, her body warm and so comfortable, I can’t bring myself to disturb her.
But I’ve got shit to do.
Today, hell or high water, Promise and I are getting married. Hell or high water…it’s a phrase my third foster mother loved.
It fits me. I am called the Devil, and a choice between drowning and burning is basically where I’m at.
Slowly, I ease out from under her, kissing her temple and then pick up my shorts from the floor. I pull them up to my waist before I pocket my phone and my keys.
Instead of the elevator, I head to the stairwell that leads down to the garage. The elevator makes too much noise. Trotting down the stairs, I hit the button for the trunk and pop open the back, pulling out the briefcase I’d stuffed in there last night.
I undo the latches and pull out the contract from Don. Then I go over each and every section as I sit on the edge of my trunk, carefully checking the verbiage, the meaning behind each addendum.
I’m almost done when my phone rings. I half expect it to be Promise wondering where I went, but Gunner’s name appears on the screen.
“Brother.”
“Brother,” he answers. “We need to talk.”
I release a long breath. I’ve got enough going on today. “Can it wait?”
“No,” he bites back. “Rock and I are just around the corner. Knox is a minute behind.”
“Axel?”
“He’s out of pocket. Still hasn’t come back,” Gunner says with enough bite that I know he’s pissed about it.
It makes me uneasy. Has Axel decided to bounce? I grimace, but I can’t do anything about it now.
The gate to the garage slides open, Gunner’s Porsche pulls into the space next to mine. As promised, just behind him is Knox in his giant SUV.
I’m in nothing but my shorts as I avert my gaze back down to the contract, reviewing section 18c one more time.
The Winthrop problem. The verbal promises I made were gray at best. There was nothing solid about them. But this…
Rock gets out of Gunner’s car, unfolding himself from the low-slung seat. He jerks his chin in greeting as he comes to stand near the trunk.
“Nervous?” he asks as he crosses his arms and leans on the open trunk.
“About getting married? No.” It’s actually the truth.
“Really?” Gunner asks. “You’re the guy who keeps his word and you’re making a lot of big promises today.”
I suppose that’s true. I hadn’t actually thought of it like that, but even considering it now, it doesn’t really bother me.
“I can’t believe another woman is going to hold the fucking Sinclair name.” Rock shakes his head. “Gigi was the last one to do so and look how that went. You’d think we would have learned the lesson from Vigo.”
I stare at my brother, his words pinging through my head.
Gunner grunts. “Had you not considered what you were agreeing to? Love. Honor. Cherish. That’s kind of hard to do when you plan on fucking killing her.”
My mouth presses into a straight line as I think of Promise’s words and my own. I said that I would act in my brothers’ best interest.
At the very least, I can buy the land from Don, sell it to Rush, and make enough money to pay Vigo’s debts and then start a legit company of our own.
It’s what I promised Don and it helps my brothers move forward. What happens to me…that is far more gray but whatever comes will be of my making, and I’ll take the consequences.
I look down at the contract and thumb to the final page, then scroll my signature across the line.
“Fuck you,” Gunner spits. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“You might not like it, but it’s the right choice,” I bark back. “And don’t worry about Promise. I’ll take care of my wife.”
“The fuck you will.” Gunner comes at me, but Rock gets in the middle, blocking him.
Knox gets out of his SUV. “That was quick.”
“Yeah,” I say, standing. “You drove over here for nothing. It’s done. I’ve signed.”
Gunner turns, cursing a streak as he stomps to his car and then gets in, screeching his tires as he pulls out of the garage.
“Looks like you’re giving me a ride home, Knox.” Rock shrugs before he turns toward me. “Think Promise can cut my hair and cover my tattoos? And I want a couple of the lessons she gave Axel and Gunner yesterday. Those moves seem like they’ll be money for picking up chicks.”
“It’s her fucking wedding day,” I say to my brother, but then I look at his hair. “Yeah. She’ll cut your hair at least.”
“Knox?” Rock asks.
“I’ve got a hairdresser on Fifth Avenue who charges five hundred for a trim. No one touches my hair but him.”
Rock grunts. “Prissy fuck.”
Knox punches Rock’s arm. “You’re just jealous that I’m famous enough to get mad pussy.”
“Come upstairs,” I grunt, taking the case with me. “There’s a lot to do today and we’d better get started.”
“Our brothers are dropping like flies,” Rock grunts in return. He doesn’t add whether he agrees with them or not.
I draw in a deep gulp of air. “This isn’t about me. I want what’s best for our family. The Sinclairs. That is all there is to say.”
“That’s enough for me,” Knox says. “Gunner’s just a little tweaked about Pollyanna types. He’ll get over it.”
“Pollyanna is a new one, but I like to think of her as Goldilocks,” I say, wanting to touch Promise’s skin, have my mouth on her.
“’Cause of the blonde hair?” Rock asks.
“And because she’s wolf food,” I answer back, turning toward the elevator.
Rock grunts softly. “Thank fuck you haven’t gone soft.”
I haven’t. I’m as hard as ever. And everyone is about to feel my edges.