Cody
It’s been three days and I still cannot believe how sick Angel was when I found her in her office. I’m still pretty damn livid when I think about how she didn’t call anyone. She didn’t call me and she didn’t call Mable. I know her mom is dead, but her dad is right here in town and she doesn’t even know. Or he’s such an angry asshole that he didn’t even check on her while she was ill. I’m pissed at her and I’m pissed at him. I’m irrationally pissed at me for being away at camp. I’m feeling a little crazy and a little on edge lately, so I went for a run.
The first two days, I didn’t leave her side. Or at the very least the house. But I’m so wound up, I need the release. Other releases have also been off the table and my dick does not understand what my brain is telling him. We’re at a stalemate.
I’m running up the steps of the house, Steve matching me step for step. I open the front door and there is movement in the lower part of the house. Life in the house again. I missed it. Angel had me worried.
Steve and I follow the noise into the kitchen where my dick and I are both stopped in our tracks. Because dancing around the kitchen is my Angel and she’s wearing nothing but my t-shirt. The sight does things to me. Good things. Territorial things. And a warm feeling seers across my chest.
I must have made a noise because Angel is looking up at me and smiling. I walk over to her as if I never had a choice. I don’t. I’m drawn to her. To her light. I brush her unruly hair back from her face and kiss her temple as I wrap my arms around her. She leans into the kiss, into my embrace and damn if that doesn’t feel good too.
“How are you feeling, baby?” I ask her and her smile brightens even more.
“Great. Still a little tired, but great,” she tells me. “The sheets are in the washer and I was just about to have a yogurt.”
“You didn’t have to do that,” I tell her. Getting her one of those God awful yogurts that’s barely yogurt because it’s covered in candy out of the fridge and hand it to her with a spoon.
“Thanks, babe,” she says softly. She looks a little flustered by the look on my face, which I hope doesn’t show how much I’ve missed her. How much I want her. But then she drops her spoon to the floor and when she bends over to pick it up, I groan because the sight is exactly what I want. She stalks closer to me, swinging her lush hips.
“Wh-what are you doing?” I ask her. She just smirks.
“You, lover,” she tells me before she drops to her knees in front of me and unties the string on my running shorts. Before I can form any coherent thoughts, she has my cock in her hand and is stroking me. A gurgle noise comes out of my mouth.
“Angel…” I rasp as she swirls the tip in her mouth and then plunges my cock all the way in. I suck in a deep breath as she bobs up and down on my cock. My hands find their way into her hair and I grip it. Hard. She gets one more good rotation in before I pull her off of me, my shirt off her body, I toss her onto her back on the counter top of the big island in the kitchen.
“Cody…” She says on a whoosh of an exhale when I latch my mouth over her center. I kiss her deeply between her thighs and feel her start to shake. I push two finger into her core and she’s soaked. My Angel is needy. “Cody….” She says again. She’s close, but she started this hot and fast and that’s exactly what it’s going to be.
I pull my fingers from her body and she lets out the soft mewl that drives me wild and spread her legs wide, wider than they can go as I stand up. I thrust my cock deep all at once and we both suck in a breath.
“You played with fire, Angel,” I tell her as I pull out and thrust hard and deep. I lean over her caging her in with my body.
“Yes,” she tells me, clawing at my back.
“Are you going to do it again?” I ask her.
“Yes,” she breathes.
“Thank God,” I tell her as I take us both over the edge.
When we both catch our breath, I kissed her sweetly. God, I think I could love this woman. I never thought I would want to be back here again, but here I am. I smile against her neck, nipping as I stand up and pull from her body. The look on Angel’s face probably mirrors my own displeasure at being separated from her.
I smirk as I pull my shorts back up, having never really taken them off. It appears my girl missed me as much as I missed her while she was recuperating. I need to remind myself she’s still recovering from a bad bout. I reach my hand out to her and she takes it, letting me help her from the counter.
Hand in hand we walk through the kitchen and up the stairs, her heart pounding like mine is, I’m sure. Neither one of us speaking. When we make it to the bedroom, our bedroom, damn if that doesn’t sound good too, I lead her right to the shower.
I kiss her beautiful body as I silently wash away the evidence of our hurried moment in the warm shower spray. Her skin is flushing pink with her need. I should say no, but I can’t. I can never say no to her, so, when she reaches for me, I kiss her soundly as she strokes me. I back her into the shower wall. I run my hands down her back, and over her thigh, squeezing it before I push it up to wrap around my back. She has to let go of my cock when I grip her ass in my palms and lift her up. Angel instinctually wraps her arms around my neck and presses her other leg to match the first, as I grind against her center.
I kiss all over her face, her lips, her eyes, her cheeks, pulling back so she has to see my face, read every emotion on it as I slip my body into hers. Unlike the first time we were together in this shower, we are unhurried. I slowly rock into her as we stare into each other’s eyes. This moment is changing everything. I can feel it. I know Angel feels it too.
I feel her body grip me tighter and hear the soft gasp as she gets closer and closer to her release. I pick up my pace but continue the gentle rocking in and out of her body, nothing is rushed or hurried, and everything is soft and….loving.
I kiss Angel’s lips again and make my way to her jaw and down the side of her neck to that spot that makes her wild. I continue my path down to her shoulder as I rock faster and faster into her. Her breath coming shorter and faster, her chest rising and falling. She is starting to come apart in my arms, and I love it. I’m so close too. The only thing missing are the words. We have yet to say the words. I can’t hold back any longer. I bite down on her shoulder to keep the words in as I push into her body deep, one last time as I come. That was all my Angel needed as she followed me over the edge.
I decided Angel and I need some time out of the house in public places where there was no privacy, or beds and showers, or any hard surface I could take her on or up against. The need to make Angel see how much I have come to love her is clawing at my insides. And yet, I can’t bring myself to say the words.
So, I’ve decided we’ll go to the diner for lunch and I’ll tell her there. This plan is twofold. One, I need to nut up and tell her I love her. Two, I feel like if I say it while my dick is deep, and I mean deep, she won’t believe the sentiment is genuine.
So, here we are sitting at the table gazing lovingly into each other’s eyes over club sandwiches and malts. This is it. This is my moment. I’m going to tell the greatest girl in the world how I have fallen in love with her. Oh, shit. I sound like such a tool. I think I have heartburn. I feel like I’m going to throw up or shit my pants all at the same time. That can’t be good.
I excuse myself to the bathroom so I can splash water on my face. I’m leaning over the sink deciding whether or not I’m going to hurl when Sam walks in. He has a disgusted look on his face.
“Are you going to grow a set or what?” He asks me.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I feign innocence.
“You are going to lose that girl if you don’t get your shit for brains ass out there and claim her as yours once and for all,” he thunders. I open my mouth to speak but can’t find the words. “Take it from someone who has seen it happen. Life is unpredictable, and sometimes cut unfairly short. Make sure when your ticket gets punched that you have no regrets on your conscious.” And with that Sam claps me twice on the back and leaves.
After Sam’s girlie powwow in the bathroom, I am more than ready. He’s right, I love Angel. I am going to tell her and I’m going to keep her. Maybe marry her. Have lots of football loving babies and lots more sex. I walk out of the restroom, ready to claim my girl, and instead life kicks me in the nuts. Again. Jesus, can I get a break?
