All Blues

by Marie Wathen

  “Starved, but I may be too freaked out to eat.”

  I can’t contain the deep laughter that bubbles up, and seeing the humor in this situation, she laughs too. “I love that sound.” My hands move into her hair, and I just stare deeply into her eyes. She stays silent holding my gaze, and I can tell that she also feels the strong emotions swirling between us similar to the frenzied breeze wrapping around us. Thunder claps over the ocean and I tease, “Come on. Let’s get you inside away from the big bad crab.”

  “Ass,” she scoffs. With a frown, she stomps through the doorway.

  I kick off my shoes at the door, and she copies me. “You are so damn cute when you’re scared.”

  Her eyes pop and she folds her arms over her chest defensively. “Women aren’t supposed to be cute.” She growls. “A dog is cute. A baby is cute. Hell, even a monkey throwing shit against a wall could be considered cute.” She drops her hands to her hips. “But, that is not a compliment for a woman.” She is totally serious, but I am losing it, laughing loudly and then coughing wildly. If I thought she was adorable before, it was nothing compared to how full my heart swells seeing her this way. I love her attitude and that glorious mouth.

  “Okay…” I choke down more laughs and then cup her face, pressing my mouth to hers. My trembling lips cause her to laugh too. She opens her eyes, looking up at me with humor shining through, and I deepen the kiss. Grey eyes captivate me, encouraging me onward. Soon our breathing is labored. I want to rip my sweater from her body, press her against the door and fuck her hard while forcing her to look at me just the way she is right this second. The longing is for more than just physical relief. I swear that I see love shining back at me in her fiery grey eyes. Ending the kiss, I stare down at her for a minute, my fingers move along the edge of her hairline beside her face. I push them deeply into her thick hair. “I give you my word. I will never call you cute again. That word will forever conjure up the visual of a shit-slinging monkey.”

  Pulling away, she chuckles, “Thank you.”

  I suggest breakfast for dinner, and she believes that we are going out. Little does she know, I’m preparing a feast for her while she showers. She scoots past me, stripping off her clothes as she goes down the hallway to get cleaned up after our long walk. And like a big lump of mushiness, I stand here staring after her like some pimply faced lovesick tween. I have totally fallen for her, but who wouldn’t? She is quite possibly the most interesting woman that I have ever met.

  It’s after midnight already. Angel takes a long shower, and I cook a buffet of breakfast items, which she devours like she hasn’t eaten in weeks. Note to self: Angel is very stingy with bacon. I only snag one piece from her plate. In the process, I nearly lose a finger and will most likely have a huge bruise on my side from where she pinches the hell out of me. I guess fear makes her eat like a bulking athlete. My smile may be permanently fixed onto my face after this meal. God, I love her spirit.

  During dinner, I confess that even though we’ve been together for three days already, it is not enough. I am seconds away from telling her that I want every meal with her for the rest of my life. Before I make a fool out of myself, we move on to more interesting things. It doesn’t matter, I tell myself. Probably would have freaked her out anyway, sending her running back into Decks’ arms.

  That’s one topic that I plan on steering all of our conversations away from. I don’t want to discuss her past relationships or mine. They don’t matter. Nothing and no one mattered before us. For sure, the ‘old me’ is gone now. I’m busting at the seams to talk with Max about bringing Angel in the fold sooner. But, I’ve decided on radio silence while she is with me on our little diversionary trip. When we return home, I’ll face the bullshit. Until then, it’s just me and her. Screw everything else.

  After our half hour bender, we slip under the sheets in my bed and make slow, sweet love. Each time we join is different, better than the previous. Tonight, it was still just as hard and rough, the way we both like it, but totally unlike our first time, nine months ago, when I jammed her against the door in my bedroom. Back then I needed to fuck her, and fucking hell did she need it too. I don’t even know how to describe the pleasure that we invoke now. We take our time, touching and kissing, completely savoring every moment, every sigh, every whimper and definitely every grunt, like the richness of a gourmet dessert.

  In the morning, I surprise her with our trip into town where we locate a doctor who cuts the cast off of her arm. When I see the six inch scar running up her arm, my heart convulses. She tries to soothe the beast within me by telling me that she is fine, but it doesn’t work. I hate seeing her injured. One day soon, I will find out who tried to kill her. Then they will pay dearly. This afternoon, we are ‘chilling’ (her words, not mine). We stop by Starbucks where she picks up a bag of her favorite ground coffee, and then I let her push the buggy through the local grocery store. Not like I have much choice, she just takes over. I kind of like that about her too.

  Strolling through the store, she chunks random items into the cart. She can get whatever she wants. I couldn’t care less, especially since we need more food after last night’s feast. Several times, I do remind her that only a couple of days ago she confessed to eating clean. Narrowing her eyes at me, she puts a gallon of Ben & Jerry’s in the cart and says “There are some things that I make exceptions for.” I laugh and add a bottle of chocolate sauce, earning a naughty look from her. Needless to say, ice cream is our dessert tonight. For as long as I live and with her by my side, I will always give into any and all of her crazy whims, no matter how big or small. Sitting on the warm, leather sofa in my beach house living room, a smile stretches across my face as I observe the most beautiful woman in the world, look up at me intently.

  “That is disgusting. I’m completely speechless.” Angel claims, and yet, she continues her commentary. “I’ve never seen anything more…I can’t find the words.” She shakes her head while pointing an accusing finger. “Help me label this shit.” I shrug, completely thrown by her bravado. “It is freaky...but more…I don’t know…Ugh!”

  “Should I make some popcorn?” I ask, trying to unravel myself from this weird scenario.

  “Yeah, yeah, in a minute,” she replies with intent focus. “I wouldn’t be so freaked out if he didn’t have that one eye aimed right at me.” I chuckle. I can’t help it. “It’s like the thing is following me.” She leans to one side and then moves to the other. Her mouth falls open. “Do you see? That’s just freaky, Blues!”

  “Well…”

  “I may never have sex again because of this.”

  “Wait just a damn minute!” I exclaim, pushing up off of the couch. “Give me that.” I pick the remote up from the coffee table, finding a Mark Wahlberg movie on Showtime to distract her.

  “Yeah, that will get my mind off of it,” she jokes, leaning her back against the couch and crossing her arms over her chest while rolling her eyes at me with a hint of a smile.

  “Popcorn?” I ask again, and she nods, focusing her attention on the television. Several minutes later, I enter the living room again with our snack in hand. I find her staring with her mouth agape at the small screen, totally mesmerized. “What are you doing?”

  “Um,” she stammers, blushing and holding up her hands. “Okay, I know this looks…bad, but hear me out. They are doing a number on me right now, but honestly, I need to hear more about this disgusting fetish.” She points toward the television, blushing red all over. “Sorry, I switched the channel back. I have never seen such craziness. He is eating cotton balls on national television while wearing an eye patch, but not because he’s blind in that eye. Oh no! He thinks that this is totally acceptable, Blues, and he claims that he is normal. He’s fucking insane.” I chuckle. “But, the saddest part is that people really dig this reality bullshit.”

  “Looks like they more than dig it,” I tease, and she finally pulls her attention away from the TV. “I think that you are digging it and need more. Am
I right?”

  Dropping her head forward into her hands, she laughs and then peeks back at me to confess, “I never watch television, and the first time I get a minute to sit down you show me this.” Her hand flicks toward the screen.

  “Ha, I told you to pick something. Don’t dump your freak fetish on me. You brought this one on yourself, doll.”

  “Hell, you’re right.” She worries her bottom lips for a few seconds and then confesses, “I can’t do this. I’m not strong enough.” She sighs in defeat, and then tosses me the remote. “You need to save me, Blues.”

  That request sinks deeply into my heart. Challenge accepted.

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Stepping out of the shower, I hear soft music coming from my bedroom. I dry and then wrap the towel around my waist before walking out of the bathroom. Angel is swaying her hips while sipping whiskey from a short glass. Her back is to me, and she is staring out the window, watching the ocean. The song playing isn’t familiar, but whoever the singer is his voice has her in a deep trance. Until she feels my hands sliding around her, she doesn’t even notice me approaching. I take her tumbler away, placing it on the nightstand. She folds my hands across her stomach, laying hers on top. Slowly, we grind together for a few minutes, enjoying the feel of this embrace.

  “Hey, my beautiful girl,” I breathe across her bare shoulder when the song ends, one hand coming up so that my fingers slip under the thin string of her tank top, easing it down to the middle of her arm, kissing her softly. She hums, pleased with me stripping her and the way my lips move across her hot flesh. Playfully, I bite her on the shoulder and then kiss the tiny mark.

  Her breath hitches at my loving possessiveness. “Hey, sexy,” her voice is husky with lust.

  When a new song begins, she continues shifting her hips slowly from side to side, and I press my steel hard dick against her backside, matching her smooth rocking. She drops her head back against my shoulder, allowing her eyes to drift closed.

  “You feel so damn good.” Just below her ear the tip of my tongue licks lightly over her smooth skin. She turns her face away, baring the beautifully tan curve of her neck to me completely, begging for more. “Do you want my lips here?” I nuzzle, gliding my nose upward, my breath washing over her warmly, summoning goose-bumps. With my hand wrapping tenderly around her throat, I stroke down them with the pad of my thumb.

  “Yes,” she whispers, her voice trembling while her breathing grows ragged, “Everywhere.” One of her hands wraps behind me, squeezing my upper thigh and drawing me closer while the other moves to dig into my damp hair.

  “You’re hair has grown long.” I hear the approval in her tone.

  “Mmm,” I reply, pressing against her hand and then joke, “Werewolves, MC Prez’s and Vamps are making this style all the rage with horny homemakers.” She releases a soft provocative laugh, making me hot. Hotter. Silly conversation time is over. The tip of my tongue edges up, tasting her sweet flesh, moving up to the shell of her ear. My teeth graze her earlobe and she moans, pushing backward against my throbbing cock, begging to power into her hot pussy.

  Foreplay has me raging with desire. I rasp, “Are you ready for bed?”

  She nods, spinning around slowly to face me and then drowning me in a seductive kiss, her lips and tongue are heavily saturated in my favorite drink. Tasting the delicious combination of her and spicy whiskey, I growl deeply, sucking her tongue in with mine. Her fingers move to the top of my towel, slipping under the wet terrycloth and unhooking it so that it drops to my feet.

  “I want you to want me so badly.”

  “Baby, feel me…” I grind my cock against her smooth stomach. “I want you so much, every night and day.”

  “Take me to your bed,” she orders in a whisper, moving her mouth over my jaw line and gliding her lips down my throat. She continues descending until she reaches one of my nipples, where she licks lazy circles around the edge and nibbling the hard pucker delicately. My hands move to thread through her hair, fisting it tightly and demanding for her to be more aggressive.

  “Ah, fuck...”

  With a smile, she breathes across my skin, now damp and covered with goose-bumps awakened by her playful teasing, “Do you want it rough, baby?” Dropping my head back, I pinch my eyes closed and moan a husky ‘yes’. Apparently, with her mouth on me, I am unable to think, let alone form words. “Blues…watch me,” she encourages as she wraps cool fingers around the base of my dick. I hiss, bringing my attention back to her. She looks up at me and then back down to watch her hand stroking over the length. I study her slow, torturous tempo and feel my self-control unraveling as my cock strains to grow bigger in her hand. The tip of her thumb edges along the thick vein on the front, stroking upward to the tip. And then it circles, pressing roughly over the head, massaging in the wetness. Longing to sink deeply inside of her pussy, my balls tighten, and I watch as she tips her head downward. Her eyes flutter closed as she seals her velvety lips around my erection and groans.

  “Jesus Christ, your mouth…oh baby.” Slowly, the words fall softly from my mouth, barely containing my self-control. “So. Fucking. Good.” I want to insist that she keeps her eyes on mine, but I know that she’ll only use her taunting mouth, mesmerizing hands, or that perfectly round ass to distract me, so that she can take control over me again. What can I say? I am a sucker for all things Angel. Tonight though, I want to prove to her how good it can be between us, without her being afraid of losing herself. My soul already knows that we are perfectly matched. She just needs to understand that we should take this once in a lifetime chance. We deserve this love.

  Life for neither of us was easy. It has been shaken, stirred, faulty and hurtful. The flaws in our lives are all part of our journey, and despite that brokenness we were blessed enough to find each other. Every decision, even the painful ones, led our pathways to cross back at the jazz club in that perfect moment in time, where her allure intrigued me. Later, her love-making crazed me, and then without even knowing it, she has captured my heart with every other enticing aspect. I was the darkness, forged by a filthy world. Until this angel crossed my path, I never knew that I needed rescuing. When I thought that I could be nothing more than a man with a black heart, her radiant energy busted through the murkiness, illuminating my world and becoming the focus of my future. I’ve fallen, and I plan to remain at her side, holding out my arms so that I can be the one to catch her when she falls too.

  “Take me to bed,” I whisper, repeating her words while pulling her face up so that she can look at me and see my need. We strip away her clothes while kissing passionately, and then I slide on a condom. She crawls up the bed, and when she reaches the stack of pillows, she wraps her hands over the headboard and remains in a kneeling position. Evading eye contact again. Pausing only a moment, I follow her, wedging my knees between hers and forcing them further apart. Arching her back, she presents her pretty ass, and I plunge upward into the sweetest heaven south of the clouds. She gasps and presses downward. “Baby,” I moan softly, moving her hair to drape over her right shoulder, and then pull her chin around to face over the left, so that I can keep kissing her while we make love. Her hot skin sizzles, her back touching my chest as I draw her against me tightly. “You are so beautiful and you fit against me like a damn dream.”

  “Yes, oh damn, that’s so good,” she mumbles against my lips. Then she gasps and growls deep and low in her throat, “More…”

  My right hand moves below her stomach, pressing the heel of my hand against the top of her slit, forcing her down onto me harder. “You like that, doll?” Nodding, she whimpers into my mouth when the tip of my dick hits deeper than ever before. “Oh yeah, my baby likes it this way.”

  “Yes, oh god, yes.” She swirls her hips, kissing me hard. I pull back and thrust deep again. “Fuck…” she growls, biting down on my bottom lip, slowing the kiss down again. “Just like that. Don’t stop, Blues. Oh, my god, please…don’t stop…” A deep moan rumbles in her throat.
“Ahhh.” God her noises and pleas are driving me mad.

  “Never, baby,” I promise, keeping our love-making pace slow and firm. “I’ll never stop making you feel good.”

  “It is so good, better than good, Blues. Ah…” My left hand cups the side of her face, and then moves to twist into her long hair, deepening our kiss, still unwilling to break away. She rides me hard, and I drive into her, savoring our absolute connection.

  “Angel, I…”

  Fuck, I want to say the words, they are pressing against my lips, slowing to brush against hers. But I know that I can’t. She deserves to hear it, but not like this. She needs to know how I feel about her after she knows the truth.

  “Oh,” she gasps and moans. Through her long lashes, her eyes darken with raw urgency. I can feel her walls clenching as she reaches her buildup. “Blues!” She groans. “I’m there...”

  “Yeah, baby, I’m close too.” I deepen the kiss, plunging my tongue into her sweet mouth, licking and sucking her lips and tongue. Then I glide my fingers into her slit, finding her swollen clit, throbbing with desire.

  After just a couple of circles over the bundle of nerves, Angel detonates, screaming and groaning, never once breaking away from our kiss. She gasps, “I’m coming. Oh, oh, Blues!”

  With her words, the tingling starts at the base of my spine, moving upward, and my cock pulses hard. “Aaaahhh, I’m coming with you, love,” I grunt while pumping through a sensational orgasm, “deep inside your sweet pussy.” My whole body trembles with this release, and Angel continues to milk my bliss through the end of hers.

  Correcting me, she says, “Yours.” Mine! She’s surrendering to me, piece by piece.

  Afterward, she falls back against me weakly, her need thoroughly quenched and her body drained of all energy. My breathing is ragged while my heart is hammering so hard within my chest. I’m not sure if it’s the physical exertion or because of the way I feel about making love to the woman that I am in love with, but I don’t want to break the connection from her. I drop my forehead to her shoulder. With a shaky hand, she reaches up and strokes her fingers through the hair behind my ear. I grab her hand, placing a kiss on the inside while I hold her tightly with my other. Damn, the need to tell her how much I love her is shredding me, but it’s just too soon. I can’t afford to freak her out again.