Evelyn (Fallen Angel Series Book 3)

by Tracie Podger

  I nodded.

  “Well, what was it like?”

  “Oh, Maria, like savouring your favourite ice cream, but hot,” I said before we both collapsed with laughter again.

  I looked at her and it dawned on me, I hadn’t heard her laugh for over a year, I hadn’t seen her smile for so long. I smoothed her hair from her face and hugged her to me. I kissed the top of her head and hand in hand we climbed the stairs and headed to our rooms and to bed. I slid off the dress and kicked it to the corner. Sadness engulfed me as I climbed under the covers with just the glow of the moon lighting the room. Sleep wouldn’t come easily, my mind full of thoughts and memories of my evening. My lips tingled when I thought of him kissing me and my stomach quivered. I curled in a ball, not allowing myself to feel aroused by those thoughts as I willed myself to sleep.

  ****

  I woke early, the sun still rising over the horizon and I decided I would go to Mass. I wanted the serenity of the church to calm me. I dressed and headed out. I sat at the back and listened to Padre Carmelo, his voice soothing the jumble of thoughts in my head. At this early hour, the church was only half full and I felt myself start to relax. Just before the end I left my seat and quietly made my way to the door. It was then that I saw him, standing in the shadow, watching me. Had he followed me? He reached for my hand and pulled me into an alcove, out of sight.

  “Here for forgiveness?” I spat at him.

  “Yes,” Rocco replied.

  “For what we’ve done?” I asked, hurt.

  “No, for what I’m about to do.”

  He grabbed my hand and pulled me to the door. The sunlight blinded me momentarily as we made our way down the steps and to his car. Silently, he opened the door and guided me a little roughly, in. He drove, fast, to the house he was living in, one my father owned. Taking his key, he opened the front door and pulled me inside. Before the door had closed he took my hands in his, backing me to the wall as his lips found mine. He raised my hands above my head, his body pinning me as his mouth devoured mine. I could hear myself pant, I could hear myself moan and I felt no shame. I wanted him. I wanted him so badly it hurt. His kiss was deep, claiming, his tongue tangling with mine. His teeth pulled at my lips, bruising them and his hands clenched, holding on to me tightly.

  When he pulled away, I couldn’t catch my breath, my chest was heaving, my heart pounding so hard. He took my hand and led me up the stairs. The closer to his bedroom we got, the more nervous I began to feel, butterflies danced and fluttered in my stomach. He opened his door and led me into a large room. His bed was unmade as if he had rushed from it not so long ago, the previous nights clothes were thrown over a chair in the corner and the blind was still down. I stood in the middle of the room, shaking with nerves.

  “Your sister?” I said.

  “She’s staying with a cousin,” he replied as he stepped towards me.

  With both hands, he unbuttoned the cardigan I was wearing and slid it from my shoulders. He reached around and found the zip of my dress which he slowly lowered. It fell, pooling around my feet. I crossed my arms over my chest, self-conscious. He peeled them away, holding them to my side as he looked at me. I could feel the heat in my cheeks as I blushed. He stepped back and pulled his shirt over his head, kicked off his sneakers leaving him barefoot with his jeans hanging on his hips. Taking my hands, he placed them on his chest. My fingers traced the many tattoos, my hands felt the muscles that twitched under my touch. I watched him close his eyes as I explored his body and he held his breath as my hands moved to the top of his jeans. I undid the button, the zipper and watched as they fell.

  Oh, God. His erection sprang free, he was naked under his jeans and I couldn’t stop my hand reaching down, desperate to feel the silkiness, the hardness of him. My hand enclosed around him, I felt him twitch as I slid it up and down, my thumb brushing over the tip of his hard cock. It was as if I instinctively knew what to do. He raised his hand to the back of my neck, his fingers twisting in my hair as he pulled me towards him.

  “You can stop this anytime you want, just say the word, Evelyn,” he whispered.

  I released my grip on him and reached behind to unclip my bra, I wanted this, so much. I had wanted this for a long time. I slid off my panties and stood, letting his eyes wander over my body. He held my face, his mouth so close to mine, I could feel his breath on my lips. He walked me backwards until I hit the side of his bed. With one arm he held me as I lowered, the other stopping himself from falling on me, all the time his mouth did not leave mine. With a nervous giggle I scooted up the bed. Lying on my back I watched him as he crawled up my body, his arms holding him above me. He kissed my neck, across my collarbone and slowly made his way down my chest. His mouth found a nipple and he gently licked, nipped and sucked. My hands fisted in his hair and I pushed my body up, forcing myself further into his mouth.

  The feelings inside my body were divine and I moaned out loud. His fingers caressed one nipple, his mouth the other. My skin felt on fire under his touch, my body shivered with desire and a heat raged between my parted legs. I guess he felt he had given my nipples enough attention because his lips moved to my stomach, little kisses as he made his way down my body. His tongue flicked in and out of my navel and then further down to the top of my thigh. Oh, God, he was going to kiss me, there. I tensed, my hands fisted in the sheets we were lying on. I could feel his cool breath against my heat and I screwed my eyes shut, tightly.

  “Relax,” he whispered.

  On his command, I released the grip on the sheets, my body relaxed back into the bed and I just let those new sensations wash over me. With his hands, Rocco held the inside of my thighs and parted my legs further, exposing myself to him. His nose ran over my clitoris, his thumbs gently parted me and when his tongue licked its way over my opening I cried out. I heard a soft chuckle as his tongue probed. Something happened inside me, an explosion of sensation, uncontrollable waves of, well, I’m not quite sure, rolled over me. My body arched off the bed and as it did so the pressure of his thumb on my clitoris, the probing of his tongue intensified. I cried out again, my breathing sped up and all I craved was release of a pressure building up inside me. And when it came so did the tears. Big fat droplets of salty liquid squeezed from my eyes, rolling down the sides of my face as I gave in to my orgasm. I felt him crawl back up my body, his lips sealed over mine and I tasted a tangy, metallic taste on them. I tasted me. My arms gripped around his body, my fingers dug into his back as the tip of his cock brushed against my opening.

  “Are you sure?” he asked. I could only nod my head.

  He reached over to his nightstand, opened the drawer and pulled out a condom. Ripping open the packet with his teeth, he rolled it down his cock. Holding my hands above my head, he very gently pushed himself inside me. It burnt, it stretched me and just when I relaxed my stomach muscles, he thrust into me then stilled. I bit down on my lip to stifle the scream against a sharp bite of pain which quickly subsided.

  “Okay?” he whispered. Again, I could only nod my head.

  He moved so gently, so smoothly and the more I relaxed the more I wanted him, faster, harder. I wrapped my legs around his waist, forcing him deeper and I rocked my hips towards him, in time with his movements. His head was nestled in my neck, he whispered words and he fucked me. I loved every second of it.

  I felt his body tense, the grip on my hands tighten. He moaned, he called out my name as his body shuddered. He stilled not wanting to pull out of me. Lifting his head, he smiled. I couldn’t help but laugh, I felt euphoric.

  “This is going to sting,” he said as he eased himself out of me.

  I winced slightly as he rolled to one side, pulled off the condom and dropped it to the floor. I turned on my side to face him, he pulled me to his chest as he dug beneath us to pull the sheet around our sweaty bodies.

  “How do you feel?” he gently asked.

  “Wonderful, sore,” I laughed.

  He chuckled as he nestled me against him.
My head rested on his shoulder, my arm over his chest. I listened to his heart beating and a wave of tiredness came over me. I closed my eyes and drifted off.

  ****

  I was woken by a finger trailing up and down my side, goose bumps followed his touch. I slowly opened my eyes and raised my head to look at him. His smile dazzled me, the tenderness in his look overwhelmed me and tears pricked at my eyes again.

  “Hey, don’t cry, it wasn’t that bad, was it?” he joked.

  “No, I don’t know why I’m crying,” I laughed.

  “Come on, let me run you a bath. It’ll help.”

  I found out what he meant when I tried to sit up and climb from the bed. I felt very sore and a wetness between my legs. I ran my fingers over my thigh and looked at them, red with blood. I looked up at him in alarm.

  “It’s okay, that’s normal,” he said.

  As I stood I looked down on the sheets, a small circle of red and my face flushed the same colour with embarrassment. Laughing he took my hand and led me to the bathroom. I desperately need to pee and crossed my legs. He turned on the faucet, letting the room fill with steam from the water filling the bath. I jigged about.

  “I need to pee,” I said.

  “So, pee,” he replied, as he poured some bubble bath under the running water.

  I stood unsure of what to do.

  “Evelyn, I’ve just had my tongue in you, you came in my mouth. It’s a bit late to be embarrassed to pee in front of me,” he said.

  I covered my face with my hands while he laughed, holding back a giggle myself. Lifting the toilet seat, I sat and peed. When the bath was full, he held out his hand and helped me into the water. He climbed in behind me, wrapping his arms around my chest, his legs either side of mine as we squeezed into his narrow tub. The hot water stung and I winced as I settled down and relaxed back against him.

  “I’m sorry, I didn’t do, you know, anything to you,” I cringed as I spoke.

  “You did the ultimate, Evelyn, you gave your virginity to me,” he replied, silencing me.

  One hand slid down my stomach, the other caressed a breast. Whether it was the heat of the water opening my pores or the skill of his touch but my body responded immediately to it. His fingers slid through my soft hair just either side of my clitoris, already swollen and still tender. He gently squeezed causing a shot of electricity to fire through me. I let my head fall back on his chest as his fingers worked their magic. My hands gripped his thighs as the most delicious feelings flooded through me. I moaned with desire and felt his smile in my neck.

  “You are so responsive,” he said.

  Not entirely understanding what he meant I relaxed and just enjoyed it. I had never been able to produce anywhere near these feelings myself, but I wanted to feel what he was doing. I moved my hand to cover his, to feel what his fingers were doing to me. He removed his and placed it over mine.

  “You do it,” he whispered.

  I was too far gone to feel any shame, too far down the line to stop and with his fingers guiding mine, I brought myself to my second ever orgasm. Trying to calm my breathing after, I started to laugh, it wasn’t long before he joined in. It was a wonderful sound, his laughter, a sound I would treasure and remember for many years to come. With the water cooling we climbed out of the bath, he wrapped a rather scratchy towel around me before placing one around his waist and we made our way back to the bedroom and dressed. My stomach rumbled reminding me it was long past lunchtime and that I hadn’t eaten. Rocco took my hand, led me downstairs and to the kitchen. He had a small courtyard out back and a table with chairs. Opening the back door he ushered me out and told me to sit, he was going to prepare a late lunch for us. I rested my head back, closed my eyes and let my face soak up the last of the sun’s rays before it moved behind the building beyond.

  A short while later he returned with plates of olives, bread, oil, cheese and meats. He placed a carafe of red wine and two glasses on the table and we sat, drank, ate and chatted. He told me about his village, his family and their farm. He didn’t talk about his father or his brother, just gave me general information. He also never mentioned the trouble that had brought his sister to America. I heard the ringing of a telephone and while he left to answer it, I cleared the dishes. I heard him speaking from the hallway.

  “For fuck sake, Sammy, I’m busy. Can’t you deal with it? You’re a fucking liability. I’ll be there in half an hour, try not to fuck up in that time.”

  I had never heard him curse that much before and the tone of his voice was so different to when he spoke to me. He was authoritative, angry at having been disturbed, I guessed. He strode back into the kitchen as I was drying the last of the plates. Placing his arms around my waist he pulled me into his chest.

  “I have to go, business,” he said.

  I nodded, placed the dishcloth on the side and followed him to the front door. I collected my bag that had been left there and climbed in the car. He drove with one hand, the fingers of the other laced with mine. As we pulled up outside my house, I noticed the upstairs curtain twitch, Maria would have heard the car arrive. He placed his fingers under my chin and pulled my face towards him. He tasted of red wine but his kiss was all too brief.

  “I’ll see you tomorrow, what time do you finish work?” he asked.

  “Five, normally.”

  “Okay, I’ll see you at five then, I’ll pick you up.”

  With that, I exited the car and watched him drive away. The reality of what had happened hit me then. A huge smile made my cheeks ache and I wrapped my arms around myself. The front door opened and Joey bounded down the steps. I picked him up with a squeal and swung him around. His little laugh was infectious and I laughed with him. Carrying him back inside I handed him over to Alana, the housekeeper. She was proving to be a godsend, staying overnight when papa was away and Joey was hugely attached to her. I followed her into the kitchen, she had prepared dinner, it was just a case of putting the lasagne in the oven a little later on. I enquired after Maria, other than for meals she hadn’t left her room. I decided to pop in and see if she wanted to chat. I knocked on her door before gently opening it and popping my head through.

  “Hi, do you fancy some company?” I asked.

  She looked up from yet another book. There wasn’t the sparkle in her eye I had seen the previous day, it was obviously a down time for her. She looked at me before gently shaking her head.

  “It’s okay, Maria, another time,” I said before retreating.

  I was going to have a serious chat with my father when he returned. Maria needed help for her mood swings, perhaps she was scared to leave the house, but whatever was wrong, it wasn’t healthy. She was started to lose her natural olive skin tones, she looked so pale and although she seemed to sleep a lot, she was displaying dark circles under her eyes. She was only sixteen, soon to be seventeen, and she looked like an old woman.

  ****

  The following day I headed for work. I felt different, I felt like a woman. I had studied myself in the mirror that morning, I didn’t look different, except for that stupid grin I couldn’t stop but there was a definite change in me. I wanted to share my news with someone and I missed Maria or having a close girlfriend, someone I could gossip and laugh with. I wanted to dance around and tell them, I had sex and it was wonderful. I spent the day as normal, answering the calls, tidying the office and trying to get the filing under control. It seemed Mr Philips hadn’t a grasp on the alphabet yet. He was erratic, forgetful but fun to work for. I was starting to learn a little about the import business and it wasn’t long before I noticed my father’s name on bits of paper. I gathered that my father seemed to be ‘investing’ in Richmond Inc., he was certainly putting money in on a regular basis. I watched the clock tick so slowly from four until five and just before, I headed off to the restroom to refresh my makeup and tidy my hair.

  Exactly at five Rocco walked into the reception. It was a sight that brought a smile to my face, he was dressed in a black
T-shirt that moulded around every muscle and jeans. He gave me a wink. Mr Philips had rushed from his office and screeched to a halt just before colliding with him.

  “Rocco, I wasn’t expecting you,” he said.

  “I’m not here for you,” Rocco replied.

  I looked between them, the tension in the room tangible. I noticed the nervousness of Mr Philips. I coughed, clearing my throat and both looked at me. Rocco’s face softened and I gathered my bag before rounding the desk. I bade a goodnight to Mr Philips as we left the office.

  “What was that all about?” I asked.

  “Nothing, business,” Rocco replied.

  I left it at that. My father always used that answer when he didn’t want to discuss anymore and I was reminded of exactly who Rocco was. He took my hand as he led me to the car. We drove a little way out of the city and arrived at the driveway of a rather large and imposing house. Pulling up at the front, he turned in his seat.

  “I have to collect my sister, she needs to return to Italy tomorrow. I thought she could come to dinner with us, you can get to know each other,” he said.

  As he finished his sentence she came out of the house. I watched as Rocco left the car and spoke to her, her head darting to look in as he had obviously told her I was in the car. She climbed into the back.

  “Evelyn, I’m Adriana, it’s good to meet you,” she said in broken English.

  “It’s good to meet you too,” I replied.

  As Rocco got in the car she started to speak to him, in her dialect. I couldn’t follow.

  “English, or Italian, Adriana,” he said.

  “I’m sorry, Evelyn, sometimes I forget. Rocco, mamma has been on the phone, she wants you to call.”

  “I will, later,” he replied, agitated.

  We arrived at a pizzeria with a lovely courtyard out the back where we sat in the sun and ate. I watched Rocco and his sister chat back and forth. They included me in their conversation but I was also content to let them have this time. If I had known Adriana was to return to Italy the following day I would have told Rocco to spend the time alone with her. They looked remarkably similar and had I not known she was younger, they could have passed for twins. Both had those hazel eyes, lighter than mine. She had long, straight hair that shone as she moved and it caught the sun’s rays. Every now and then she would revert to her dialect and Rocco would scold her. Every region in Italy had its own dialect and that’s what Adriana was fluent in. Even though I could speak Italian, there would be phrases and words that would differ and sometimes I struggled to understand. The more remote the village the less likely they would speak English. I would smile at Adriana and she would roll her eyes every time her brother told her off. At one point, he left us to visit the restroom.