Part 20 (1/2)

I put the car in park, leaving the CD player going before turning my attention to her. Lunging at her, I pushed her down onto the seat, crus.h.i.+ng her with my weight.

Hozier's ”To Be Alone” started to play. Reaching up, I pressed repeat, loving the words of this song, especially with Angel underneath me. Pus.h.i.+ng my straining erection against her, I dry-humped her as I dug my teeth into her flesh. Then I ran my tongue over her jugular, feeling the beating of her heart as it picked up its pace.

Her fingers snarled through my hair, tugging lightly as she wrapped her legs around my back. Fighting every urge in me to rip off her clothes, I traced her pulse up her neck, across her chin, and to her mouth before sucking the air from her lungs. Grinding against her and devouring her mouth, I used one hand to undo the top b.u.t.ton of her jeans. I slid my hands inside and groaned as I felt her wetness. Her tiny moans drove me further, and I pushed my fingers inside her. The tight s.p.a.ce caused by her jeans didn't stop me; I needed to feel her, to taste her. As I stuck two fingers inside, my palm rested against her c.l.i.t, her body twitched as I moved them in and out.

She clawed the skin on my shoulders, digging deeper with each stroke of her G-spot. ”Don't stop,” she moaned, pulling my mouth closer against hers. She pushed against my hand, driving my fingers in further, and rode my palm. Feeling her body begin to shake, I stilled my hand.

”No,” she begged, wiggling her body underneath me. ”Please,” she said against my lips, nipping at my flesh.

”Not yet,” I growled, removing my hand from her pants.

My d.i.c.k was about ready to burst, and the feel of her slick c.u.n.t against my skin had me about to explode like a teenager.

”Taste how sweet you are.” Setting my fingers between our lips, I used my tongue to lick at her juices.

She stuck her tongue out, tasting herself on my fingers. My eyes started to roll back in my head. The smell and taste of her with her tongue on my flesh was almost too much for me to bear. As I dipped my fingers inside her mouth, she sucked them clean.

Unable to contain myself any longer, I sat up and unfastened my jeans. I pulled out my c.o.c.k between, not bothering to pull my pants all the way down. I just needed enough to stroke her deeply. My body shook as I palmed my d.i.c.k, rubbing it up and down.

Angel scurried, s.h.i.+mmying her jeans down her legs and panting as her eyes stayed glued to my throbbing d.i.c.k. When she pushed her pants to her knees, I grabbed them from the bottom and yanked them off.

”You don't need these.” I tossed them in the back seat.

My patience snapped as I reached down and ripped the lace panties off her body. She laughed, throwing her head back as I threw them on the dashboard. Those were staying inside the car as a souvenir.

When I pushed inside her, she wrapped her legs around my back. Her warmth and slickness enveloped my hard shaft as my body began to convulse with pleasure. Unable to stop, I pounded into her. While I braced my arms next to her head, she grabbed my neck and curled her body into mine. The closer she drew to me, the tighter her p.u.s.s.y felt. It sucked the life from my d.i.c.k.

”Yes! Yes!” she wailed, f.u.c.king me back, making the impact that much greater.

This was better than any high school f.u.c.king I had done in this field as a kid. That had been amateurish, child's play. Angel was the real deal, the woman I loved, and the one I'd never get enough of-no matter how long we spent together.

My b.a.l.l.s tightened, my spine tingled, and my d.i.c.k grew harder. I was ready to burst at the seams. She rode my shaft, bouncing up and down on it over and over again, as I sat up and took her with me. Using my hips, I met her thrusts, driving myself as deep as humanly possible without tearing her in two.

”Oh, G.o.d. Almost there...” she moaned, sealing her eyes shut and tipping her head back.

Needing her to crash over the edge, I wrapped my hands around her neck and applied pressure. Angel always got off on choking, and I knew it. I knew her body better than she did. Using her neck as leverage, I pulled her down on top of me, paying careful attention to her airway. As I watched her face turn red and her eyes roll back into her head, I could barely hear her breathing. Then she let out a strangled cry as her c.u.n.t milked my c.o.c.k.

The crus.h.i.+ng force of her o.r.g.a.s.m sent me into a mind-numbing and vision-blurring frenzy. I released her neck and pulled her hair, forcing her neck backwards as I sank my teeth into her flesh and emptied myself into her.

As I moaned against her skin, my body convulsed, riding the crest as I came. Panting, I swallowed hard, resting my forehead against her. Her p.u.s.s.y continued to clamp down on my c.o.c.k, her body shaking in tiny aftershocks. Hozier still played on repeat as we clung to each other, trying to catch our breath.

”f.u.c.k,” I muttered, dragging my face from her neck. As I backed away, a tiny drop of blood caught my eye. I'd ripped her skin open with my teeth as I bit her. Lost in the moment, I hadn't been paying attention to how hard I had clamped down. ”s.h.i.+t, baby. I drew blood.”

”Am I going to die?” she asked, swallowing roughly on a heavy breath.

”No,” I replied, touching the wound.

”That was worth a small cut, Thomas.” She sagged against me, licking the sweat off my shoulder.

”Don't start licking me again, Angel. I need a minute.” Moving her off my d.i.c.k and out of my lap, I set her on the seat and reached in the back for her jeans. Handing them to her, I said, ”You can wear these for now, but I'm not done with you yet.”

”I'm all yours, Thomas. Only yours.”

About f.u.c.kin' time.

Chapter 18.

Unable to sleep, I ventured downstairs to make myself a cup of hot tea with milk. While I was checking my phone as I waited for the water to boil, a new notification caught my eye. I had text messages from a number I didn't recognize. When I clicked on it, I froze. There were more than one, and the further I read, the sicker I felt.

Unknown: I know where u r, u little s.l.u.t.

Unknown: U can't hide from me 4ever.

Unknown: If u want that boyfriend of yours to stay alive, u better find a way to get some $$$. ASAP.

Who the f.u.c.k has my phone number and how do they know about Tommy?

My hands began to shake violently as I grabbed the teapot. It jiggled in my hand, water spilling from the spout as I tried to pour a cup. The metal clattered against the ceramic mug, sounding like there was an earthquake happening.

After placing the teapot back on the stove before I hurt myself, I stared out the window. I ran down dozens of possibilities. None of them seemed right. I'd never given anyone this number. Work only had my old home phone, the only reason I'd kept a landline.

Unknown: I know you read my messages. I'm giving u 24 hours to respond before I come for both of u.

Sickness overcame me. I threw up in the sink, and tears began to sting my eyes. Struggling for breath, I felt as if my throat were closing, being paralyzed by fear.

This can't be f.u.c.king happening!

For once in my life, s.h.i.+t was going well. Life seemed to be filled with possibilities, and now someone was after me. But more importantly, they were after Thomas. He was too good of a man, and I'd brought this to his doorstep. What if they hurt him? I couldn't live with myself if something happened to him.

He had an amazing family that loved him. I had no one. Whether I lived or died was inconsequential in this world, but Thomas mattered to so many.

Feeling my legs begin to shake, I crumpled to the floor, a sob bursting from me. Tears streamed down my cheeks and I felt like I was going to be sick again.

I had known that this s.h.i.+t was too good to be true. Why had I let myself dream? I wanted to run upstairs and wake Thomas to let him know about the messages. He'd take care of it-or they'd kill him and come after me. I couldn't risk it. Couldn't risk him. He deserved better than that.

As I cried uncontrollably, my chest felt tight and I tried to catch my breath. Hunched over, I felt dizzy, pounding the floor with my fists. I was p.i.s.sed off. How could this s.h.i.+t have happened? Karma sure as f.u.c.k didn't like me. She f.u.c.ked with me every chance she got, and I was always the fool thinking that maybe this time it would be different.

Pus.h.i.+ng myself up on shaky legs, I decided to do the only thing I could to keep him safe. I didn't have any f.u.c.king money, and there was no way in h.e.l.l I'd ask Thomas to pay blackmail. He wouldn't do it. He'd get the cops involved, which would just make everything more dangerous. He'd gotten out alive after taking down the Sun Devils, and that s.h.i.+t was unheard of in my circles.

I crawled up the steps, unsure if my legs would hold me as I tried to ascend the steep incline. After pulling myself up using the banister, I slid down the hallway using the flat surface. Once I'd pushed the door open, I rested against the frame and watched him. His chest rose and fell in a rhythmic manner while he was totally oblivious to the danger that lurked so close to home. As I opened the door farther, the hinges creaked, but he didn't move. I'd learned in a short amount of time that he was a heavy sleeper-especially after the type of night we'd had after returning from dinner.

Tears dripped down my face as I sniffled and tried to pull my s.h.i.+t together. I didn't have any other choice. Sometimes, we have to sacrifice for the good of our partner, and I was willing to go back to my s.h.i.+tty existence if it meant he would be okay. He had so much to give, more than I deserved. He'd find someone in the future to make him happy and grow old with, but she wasn't me.

I crept into the closet and grabbed a bag, shoving everything I could inside. As I packed, it dawned on me that I didn't have a f.u.c.king car. How in the f.u.c.k could I leave without any way to get anywhere? They had taxis in the area. They had to. I'd grab a taxi, rent a car, and find my way back to my c.r.a.ppy-a.s.s apartment and my s.h.i.+tty job, where men groped me for their pleasure.