I nodded, and tears filled my eyes. I dropped my head and squeezed them shut, jumping a little when he crossed the room and wrapped his arms around my back to pull me into his chest. “Relax, angel eyes. I’m not mad at you.”
“Okay,” I sniffled into his shirt.
“I’m pissed at myself for not thinking to ask sooner, and at your brother for not taking better care of you.” He pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “But don’t worry. I won’t make the same mistake again.”
He led me over to the stools lined up at the counter and got me settled on the one at the end. Then he stalked over to the fridge and pulled out some hummus and carrots. After dumping about half the bag of carrots onto a plate, he spooned up a huge portion of the hummus and brought the plate over to me. “Snack on this while dinner is cooking.” He followed that up by grabbing a chunk of cheddar cheese, cutting half a dozen slices, and plating them up with a row of crackers. “And this.”
When he headed back to the fridge a third time, I figured he’d keep going until there was more food in front of me than I’d have any hope of eating. “Stop. This is plenty. I need to save room for dinner, too.”
“You sure, angel eyes?” he asked, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.
“Yeah.” I smiled at him as he walked over to where I’d been chopping the zucchini earlier to finish the task. “Hummus is one of my favorites. I could eat it every day.”
“Good.” Some of the tension eased from his body. “I’ll be sure to stock up on it so you’ll always have some.”
“Thanks,” I mumbled before shoving a carrot in my mouth, so I didn’t do something stupid like ask how long he thought he’d want me around.
Saint’s dark eyes were filled with anger as he asked, “Were things bad enough with your brother that he didn’t make sure there was food in the house?”
“Worse, I guess.” I shrugged, my cheeks heating in embarrassment again. “Vince blew through our rent money last month, and I’ve been staying on friends’ couches since then. They’re cool about it, but I already feel like a mooch. So I’ve been careful about what I eat until I could figure out how to save up enough to get my own place.”
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Saint slammed his palms against the counter hard enough that I would’ve worried about him damaging it if they weren’t made of marble.
“It wasn’t as bad as it sounds, Saint. It’s only been a few weeks,” I hurried to explain.
“Michael,” he corrected.
My brow wrinkled in confusion since I wasn’t following the direction our conversation had suddenly turned in. “Pardon?”
“My full name is Michael St. John. Saint is a nickname,” he explained. “But everyone else uses it, and you’re special. I’d like you to use my name instead.”
“Michael,” I repeated softly with a shy smile. “Yeah, I can do that.”
“Good. I’m looking forward to hearing it from you often.” He brushed a kiss against my cheek. “But for now, let’s table any talk about your brother since he’s my problem. Not yours.”
“Okay.” My eyes practically devoured him as much as my mouth did the snacks while he finished making our meal. He kept our conversation light over dinner, and I was grateful. Today had already been heavy enough, and the distraction of being able to talk about nothing important made me feel more comfortable by the time we were done.
The long day combined with too many restless and uncomfortable nights left me exhausted by the time we finished cleaning up the kitchen. “You ready to head to bed?”
“Yeah.” I yawned so big a tear leaked out of the corner of my eye.
“C’mon.” He tugged on my hand to lead me upstairs.
The bedroom we went into was huge, with a California king bed and decorated in muted, masculine colors. It even smelled like him, all dark and delicious. “Is this your room?”
“Yup.” He nudged me toward the en suite bathroom. “Use whatever you’d like while you get ready for bed. I’ll grab you a different shirt to wear.”
“This one’s fine.” The shirt was more than fine, actually. It was soft and felt as though I was wrapped up in Saint’s embrace. I wanted to keep it forever. Which reminded me of something I should’ve remembered hours ago. “Hey, my backpack is still at the stadium. Could you ask your security guy friend to hold onto it, so I don’t lose everything in there?”
“Will do.” Saint’s response was a low murmur through the door, but it was enough for me to know he had the situation covered.
I found an extra toothbrush in the medicine cabinet and used his soap and toothpaste. Since I didn’t have my bag, I was stuck with the bottoms from the ring girl uniform instead of panties. At least I could strip out of the top so I would be a little more comfortable. When I was done, I felt super nervous about what was going to happen next. After the explosive chemistry between us in the locker room, I figured I wouldn’t make it through the night with my virginity. But I was wrong. After he finished up in the bathroom, Saint climbed into bed next to me, wrapped me up in his strong arms, and cuddled me to sleep. It made me fall for him even harder.
7
Saint
The warm little bundle in my arms stirred and snuggled in closer. I inhaled deeply, breathing her scent into my lungs. This was the way I intended to wake up every morning for the rest of my life.
Angelique sighed and wiggled her ass a little, making me groan as she rubbed against my morning wood. She froze, and I chuckled, burying my face in her neck. “Ummm, is it always like that in the morning?” she squeaked.
This time, I full-on belly laughed. “All men wake up hard, angel eyes.” I kissed the shell of her ear and whispered the rest, “But I’ve never woken up this hard and swollen in my life.”
I loosened my hold and rolled her onto her back beneath me. Looking deep in her turquoise eyes, I let her see everything I was feeling, instead of masking it like I normally did. “I’ve never felt hunger and passion this deep, Angelique. Not until the second I laid eyes on you.”
Her eyes widened, and her plump lips parted. I licked my lips as I stared down at her, then bent my head to capture her mouth in a sweet, unhurried kiss. Angelique moaned and lifted up a fraction, which brought her tits into contact with my bare chest. Even through the material of my T-shirt, I could feel her taut nipples poking through. Her hands dived into my hair, and I shifted so I was lying on top of her, my body covering hers from head to toe.
I ran my tongue along her lip, and suddenly, she yelped and attempted to push me away. Worried that I’d somehow hurt her, I immediately moved off her, and she jumped out of bed and dashed to the bathroom. “Angelique? What’s wrong?” I asked as I hurried after her.
When I reached the still open door to the bathroom, I stopped and blinked a few times, confused. She was standing at the sink with a toothbrush stuffed into a foam-filled mouth, looking at me like a deer in headlights. “Mrning brif,” she mumbled as she scrubbed with the toothbrush.
I smiled and shook my head when I translated that into morning breath. “You tasted sweet as sugar.”
She rolled her eyes before bending over the sink to spit and rinse her mouth before responding with, “Bull manure.”
I burst into laughter and sputtered, “You’re too damn cute, angel eyes.” I couldn’t remember the last time I’d smiled or laughed so much. I didn’t take life too seriously, but just in the small time we’d had together, Angelique made me realize what I’d been missing.
Angelique blushed and shifted awkwardly from foot to foot, pulling at the hem of her shirt. Crossing the distance between us, I smiled tenderly, then pulled her into my arms and gave her a gentle hug. The tension immediately drained from her, and she slipped her arms around me to return the embrace.
After a few minutes, I kissed the top of her head and used my index finger under her chin to tilt her face up. “How about a shower?”
She beamed at me and nodded enthusiastically. Her excitement over so
mething so small, something I clearly took for granted, made my anger at her brother begin to resurface. I quickly tamped it down, not wanting Angelique to see my fury and think it was directed at her.
Grabbing her around the waist, I set her on the long, marble vanity top, then placed a quick kiss on her lips before walking over to the large glass enclosure. After turning on the shower and fiddling with the keypad until it was the right temperature, I made my way back to her.
When I grasped the bottom of her shirt and started to draw it up, her cheeks bloomed with crimson, but she didn’t stop me from dragging it all of the way up and over her head. My eyes dropped, and my mouth watered at the sight of her puckered nipples. “You have perfect tits, angel eyes.”
Angelique snorted in disbelief, and her arms came up to cross over her chest. “They're too small,” she argued.
I shook my head and pried her limbs away. “Perfect.” I glanced up at her and winked. “I’ll prove it.” I used one flat palm to push her back until she was resting on her elbows. Then I wrapped my lips around one diamond-hard peak and tugged on it before spreading my mouth open and taking as much of her breast in as I could. Angelique moaned and arched her back as I sucked on her delicious tit. After a minute, I licked around her nipple before raising my head and grinning. “See? A mouthful is all I need, and these beauties are even more.” I moved to the opposite breast and murmured, “Lucky me,” before giving it the same treatment as the first.
Angelique’s breathing sped up, becoming choppy, and her legs wrapped around my waist as she moaned. I gave myself a stern lecture to remind me that I couldn’t take her for the first time on a bathroom counter. With every bit of my strength, I withdrew from her breasts but gave each tip a light kiss before pulling away completely and removing her legs from my waist.
She blinked a few times, trying to clear away the fog of lust, and then confusion churned in her stunning eyes. I put my hands on her hips and scooted her off the marble, putting her back on her feet. “The bathroom counter in our house isn’t any better than the bench in my locker room for our first time, angel eyes.” Her face softened, and she looked up at me dreamily. I winked at her before dropping onto my haunches in front of her. When I saw the bottoms to her ring girl outfit, a growl escaped my chest as possession and jealousy slammed into me. Those needed to go, much like the brother who’d forced her into them.
I fisted the fabric and ripped it away, tossing it over my shoulder. Angelique gasped, and I looked up at her, adopting an innocent expression. “Oops.” My tone wasn’t the least bit contrite. To my surprise, Angelique didn’t look upset; instead, there was fire burning in her eyes. My already hard-as-steel cock twitched, and I nearly swallowed my tongue. Clearing my throat and shoving away my own desire, I stood and took her hand. I led her to the shower and opened the door, then patted her ass as she stepped inside.
My eyes dropped to my boxer briefs, and I sighed. It wouldn’t be much help, but I supposed it was better than nothing. Leaving them on, I ignored the tented front as I joined my woman in the shower. Angelique was standing under the spray, her eyes closed, and her head back. She looked as though she was in complete bliss, and it brought back memories of watching her come the night before.
“Fuck,” I rasped as I pinched the base of my cock, trying to halt my approaching orgasm. She glanced at me, and her gaze dropped to my underwear, which was plastered to my skin and didn’t hide anything about the way my body was reacting to her. In fact, having her eyes on my dick had it fighting to breach the waistband of my boxer briefs. The angry, purple tip was just visible, and despite the water raining down on it, a white pearl of pre-come had gathered over my slit before sliding down the side of my cock and into my underwear.
Taking a deep breath, I tried to ignore the way her body shimmered with water sluicing over it, the way her tits bounced slightly from her elevated breathing, and I specially tried not to pay attention to her bare pussy.
I grabbed the soap and focused on the task at hand, washing her from head to toe. After she was squeaky clean—I should get a fucking medal for cleaning between her legs without making her come—I quickly washed myself as well. Then I turned her so her back was to me and shampooed and conditioned her hair. The cleanser held a bit of a masculine scent, and although I loved the idea of her smelling like me so that every man who came near her would know she was taken, I needed to fill the house with her things. “Make me a list today, angel eyes, and I’ll send someone to get you anything you need or want.”
She moaned and leaned back against me, causing her ass to cradle my erection. The wet fabric was useless between us. With a deep breath, I nudged her shoulders, encouraging her to turn and face me. Her head fell back, and I ran my fingers through her hair, rinsing out the conditioner.
I made hasty work of washing my own hair, especially when I felt the heat of Angelique’s naked body pressed against my back. Her hands glided up my sides and around to my front to splay on my chest. Her cheek and tits were resting on my back, so I felt her take a deep, shuddering inhale before one of her palms began to descend, heading for my straining shaft.
My breath caught in my throat when she hesitated at the last second, but then she finished the journey, tunneling into my underwear and wrapping her fingers around my big, fat cock. All of the air in my lungs whooshed out, and I felt lightheaded, but I managed to stay steady on my feet. With one firm but gentle squeeze, I was fucking done.
After slamming the heel of my hand on the button that shut off the water, I spun around and scooped Angelique into my arms. Using my shoulder, I pushed open the glass door and stalked into the bedroom.
8
Angelique
Saint dumped me onto the bed, completely naked and dripping with water. I let out a squeak when he landed on top of me, his large body pressing mine into the mattress. My legs cradled his hips, and the only thing between his rock-hard length and my core was the wet material of his boxers. Without it there, he could slide his dick inside me without any resistance—except for my virginity. Not that I was going to let it stop me from having sex with Saint. He was the first man I’d ever responded to this way, and I wasn’t about to let this opportunity pass me by.
Twining my arms around his neck, I pulled his head down until his mouth met mine. A groan rumbled up his chest, and his tongue swept against my bottom lip. I opened to let him in, and he took my breath away. His fingers tangled in my hair as he tilted my head to deepen the kiss. There was so much chemistry between us, I felt as though it was going to burn me alive. Writhing beneath him, I mewled in need when he lifted his head again. “Don’t worry, angel eyes. I’m going to give you exactly what you need.”
He started to move down my body, his mouth hot against my skin as he sucked and nibbled his way along my curves, pausing to pay attention to my breasts before he moved down to my belly. “I’m finally going to sink my tongue inside your tight little pussy and get a taste of you. I’ve been dying for it, baby.”
My hips jerked up, and he wrapped his hands around them to hold me in place as he wedged his shoulders under my thighs. My wits scattered when he lifted my ass higher and buried his face between my legs. His tongue circled my clit, and I dug my fingers into his hair. I wanted to keep him right where he was, with his mouth working me into a frenzy. My legs clenched as his tongue flicked down my slit to thrust inside me. “Oh, wow. That feels incredible, but I need...more.”
“I’ll always give you what you need,” he swore, releasing his hold on one of my hips. If I hadn’t been halfway out of my mind with need, I would’ve questioned how permanent he made that sound. But I was teetering over the edge and couldn’t think clearly.
His palm glided across my upper thigh, his thumb coming to a stop directly above my clit. I tried wiggling so he’d stroke me where I wanted him to, but his other hand kept me firmly in place. He kept moving his tongue in and out of me, but he didn’t move his hand again until I pleaded, “Please, Michael.”
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��Fuck, I love hearing you say my name in that sexy little whimper.” He circled my clit with his thumb and began to work a finger inside me. “But what I really want is to hear you scream it.”
I wanted the same thing, but I didn’t have the chance to tell him because we both got what we wanted when he started to pump his finger in and out of me and tossed me over the edge. But he didn’t stop there. He kept working me over with his mouth and hand until I came a second time. Then he shifted to his knees, shoved his boxers down, and lined up his hard length with my entrance. “I think you’re finally ready for me to impale you on my big, fat cock.”
I thought I was ready, too...until he started to stick his dick inside me, and it felt as though he’d never fit. “You weren’t kidding when you called it big.”
“Compared to you, every part of me is huge,” he groaned as he worked the tip all the way in. “But I’ll make it up to you, angel eyes.”
“Make what up to me?” I asked just as he pulled back a tiny bit before powering into me, his cock tearing through the proof of my virginity with one powerful thrust. The sharp bite of pain had tears gathering in my eyes, and he lowered his head to kiss them away when they slid down my cheeks.
“Shh, baby,” he whispered against my ear, cradling my head in his palms. “Give it a minute, and you’ll feel better.”
How this big brute of a man could be so darn sweet to me, I’d never know. But I was grateful because I wasn’t used to being treated with care. I did as he asked, breathing through the pain as I stared into his dark eyes. A couple of minutes later, the sting faded and only a feeling of fullness remained. I wiggled my hips to see what happened, and the new angle drove Saint deeper inside me. His hands drifted down my body to grip my hips. “Don’t move until you’re sure you’re ready. Your tight pussy feels too damn good wrapped around my cock. I’m barely holding on to my control here, and I don’t want to hurt you.”
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