Evelyn (Fallen Angel Series Book 3)

by Tracie Podger

  The longer we sat, the more relaxed he became and the more affectionate he was. He stroked my thigh causing my stomach to tighten. I had no doubt he knew the effect he was having on me, he would glance sideways, giving me a smile or a wink of his eye. I pushed all thoughts of my father and the past few days to the back of mind, I was determined I was going to make this relationship, or whatever it was, work. I wanted it and I believed I could talk my father round.

  With the meal over he held out his hand and we left the restaurant. Instead of heading to the car, we took a walk through the neighbouring parkland. He held my hand until we came to a grassy hill where we sat and he placed his arm around my shoulders, pulling me close.

  “I don’t know what the future is, Ev, I want to be honest with you,” he said.

  “Please, don’t say...” He cut me off.

  “Hear me out. I don’t even have a visa to be here, did you know that? Your father’s influence means I haven’t already been picked up and sent packing. And that’s what bothers me. If I don’t have his support, I’m gone. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

  “If you want him to know, Rocco, I’ll talk to him. He’s never refused me.”

  “And if you’re wrong? I can’t let myself fall in love, Evelyn, because I’m too scared that it will be taken away. But I can’t let you go either,” he said, softly.

  We sat in silence for a while. Maybe I was desperate but I wanted whatever he would give me, for now. He had said he couldn’t let me go, that meant he felt something, didn’t it? He might not want to love me but I believed he did.

  “Take me home, Rocco, to your house,” I said.

  Holding hands, we made our way back to the car, the tension mounting the closer we got to his house. I squirmed in my seat, already aroused and trying to find some release. His hand would rub up and down my thigh and I sunk a little in my seat forcing it higher. I could feel the dampness soaking through my panties, my nipples erect and chafing against the material of my bra. And I could see his erection, straining against the front of his jeans. I reached over, rubbing my hand over the bulge. He sucked in a breath and his foot pressed down harder on the gas pedal.

  He parked the car, haphazardly, grabbed my hand and dragged me to the front door. Opening it, his mouth found mine and we stumbled through, he kicked it shut behind him. It took less than a minute to discard our clothes, leaving a trail up the stairs. It took a few seconds for him to rip open that foil packet and place a condom on himself and just a few seconds more before he was where I needed him to be, inside me. My hands raked down his hard back, my moans grew louder with every thrust. I couldn’t get him deep enough, I wanted more of him.

  “Harder, deeper,” I panted.

  He pulled out of me, taking me by surprise and my eyes sprang open.

  “Get on your knees,” he said, his voice husky and commanding.

  Before I knew what was happening, he was kneeling behind me and slammed into me so fast it took my breath away. I gripped the bedding to hold myself upright but as he started to move, the sensation was far greater than ever before. I pushed myself back against him, wanting him deeper still. He gripped my hips digging his fingers in as he thrust faster. I screamed out as the most intense orgasm ripped through me. My arms shook and I fell to my elbows, my legs quivered. I felt him shudder, his grip tighten as he cried out himself.

  My legs gave way and I fell, face down on the bed. I struggled to get my breath and licked the beads of sweat that had formed on my upper lip. I could hear Rocco’s fast breathing, I could feel his hot breath as he lay on top of me, his chest to my back, his face buried in the side of my neck. I could feel his heart pounding in perfect time with mine.

  Then I giggled, the giggle turned into a laugh. I was trying to bury my face in the sheets to quieten the sound although I knew there was no one to hear us. Hysteria took over me. The laughter became sobs, big, stomach aching sobs. The past week, the hopelessness of our situation, our relationship, hit me all at once. Rocco rolled to one side, he pulled me into an embrace and whispered soothing words in my ear. He held me tight to his chest until my sobs died down to a whimper. My eyes had started to close, the exhaustion of my outburst catching me unaware. The last thing I felt was him stroking the hair from my sodden cheeks.

  I woke with a start, the room was dark and I fumbled in the dim moonlight to see the time on my watch.

  “Shit, Rocco, wake up, it’s gone midnight,” I said, shaking his arm.

  Although I didn’t have a curfew, my father would still be waiting up for me. He would not retire until he knew I was safely home and getting home was going to be difficult. Rocco could hardly drive me to the front door and the enquiry I would get if I walked would be unbearable. We scrabbled around the room, the hallway, the stairs to find our clothes, doing the last of my buttons up as I climbed into his car. I used the vanity mirror to check my hair, to wipe the smudge of mascara from my cheek and the journey home took half the time. Rocco stopped the car a couple of doors down from my house.

  “I’ll walk you,” he said.

  “No, papa might see you. I’ll be fine from here.”

  As I reached to open the door, he wrapped his hand around my neck, pulling me to him for a deep, last kiss. The uncertainty of my reception made me shiver and I wrapped my jacket tight around me as I walked just the short distance to the house. I turned and gave what I thought was a discrete wave just as I headed up the path. The sound of someone clearing their throat caused me to grip my hand to my chest. When I peered into the shadows beside the front door, the lit end of a cigar glowed, illuminating Jonathan.

  “Jesus, you scared me,” I said, walking forwards.

  “Well actually, it’s Jonathan. Jesus left a few minutes ago,” he said.

  I tutted and shook my head, my heart beat finally returning to normal.

  “Was that Rocco, Evelyn?” he asked.

  “He just gave me a lift, he was in town and my friend wanted to get a cab to a bar,” I said, stuttering a little.

  Lying did not come easily to me, my heart thudded in my chest.

  “Then why not walk you to the door?” he replied.

  I had no answer for that and we just stared at each other.

  “Please, Jonathan, don’t say anything, not yet. I will tell papa but not just yet.”

  “Evelyn, I don’t think I have to tell you how your father would react, do I?”

  “Why? What’s so wrong with Rocco?”

  “It’s not what’s wrong with him, it’s more about what your father wants for you.”

  “Jonathan, I’m nineteen, I don’t exactly have men knocking down my front door to date me. They’re too scared of my father. My father, you guys, this business you’re in means I am unlikely to meet the doctor, the lawyer, the Mr Respectable, don’t you think?” I replied, angrily.

  I slumped down on the step. Throwing the end of his cigar in the bushes, he came and sat beside me.

  “He just wants the best for you,” he said, gently.

  “And what about what I want? I would have loved to have had a normal life, to have friends, but I don’t. This is it, Jonathan. You go home at the end of the day to your normal girlfriend, I live this life twenty-four hours, seven days a week. If I have to wait for the best, for the one papa will approve of, I’ll grow old, lonely.”

  We fell silent for a moment.

  “I love him,” I said, quietly.

  “Does he love you?”

  “I don’t know. He’s scared of what father will do, he’s scared of loving me.”

  Jonathan sighed. “Just be careful, okay.”

  I smiled my thanks and headed inside, Jonathan following and closing the front door behind him. I called out to my father that I was back and found him in the kitchen, tasting something from a wooden spoon.

  “Papa, what are you doing?” I asked.

  “Driving the car, Evelyn, what does it look like? I’m hungry. Jonathan hand me those plates.”

  My fa
ther was stirring a tomato sauce and on the side were two plates of pasta, he spooned the sauce over and asked me if I wanted any. I was starving, despite having eaten earlier and dished some for myself. We sat and I listened to my father probe Jonathan about his new girlfriend, thankful I wasn’t in that seat.

  Chapter Four

  Each day that I spent with Rocco became increasingly difficult. It hurt so much inside that I was lying to my father, concocting stories about imaginary friends that I would dine out with, that I would go to the movie theatre with. But the time I spent with him was wonderful, was worth the deceit and I loved him more and more each day. There was one thing I wanted though, more than anything. I wanted to wake up next to him in the morning, to sleep the night in his arms having made love. I had never stayed out a whole night before. It was getting later that I returned but still, my father would be up, waiting for me to safely get home.

  “Papa, a friend has asked me to stay over, we’re going out to dinner then a late movie,” I said over breakfast.

  “Stay overnight? Which friend is this, Evelyn?” he asked.

  “Oh you know, Carmella, from school. We just became friends again.”

  “Carmella? No, I don’t think I know that one.”

  “I’m sure you do, papa, anyway, I thought I would just let you know, so you didn’t wait up.”

  I wasn’t going to ask, to give him the opportunity to say no. I was too old to be told what to do but this was still his house, I lived under his roof and his rules. I glanced quickly at him. His eyes bored straight at me and I knew he didn’t believe me. I tried my hardest to just smile and made to clear the table.

  “Evelyn, is there anything you want to tell me?” he asked.

  “Like what, papa?” I said, feigning innocence.

  “Is it a boy?”

  “Be a funny name for a boy,” I replied with a laugh.

  “If it’s a boy, Evelyn, I would rather you told me the truth.”

  “When I date someone, I hope he’ll be a man, but I’ll let you know.”

  “Mmmm, if you’re mother was here...,” he didn’t finish the sentence.

  “If my mother was here, she would be excited that I was going out, boy or girl. Be happy for me, papa, please.”

  I rose and cleared the table, my cheeks burning at bringing my mother into my web of lies, perhaps it was time for confession. Since getting my job I had only been able to help out at the church one evening a week, and I felt guilty that all the time I was there I was wishing I was somewhere else. I didn’t see Rocco every night of the week but at least three or four times, sometimes just for an hour or so. When he came to the house, he was polite but distant and I would often catch Jonathan looking at us, seeing if we gave anything away.

  Jonathan became a close ally, not that he openly encouraged us but if Rocco had to drop me home and Jonathan was visiting, he would distract my father long enough for us to say our goodnight. Whether he ever spoke to Rocco about us, I didn’t know. He proved his support for me one day, getting me out of a very sticky moment. I was washing the dishes after lunch, my father sitting at the table with Jonathan, discussing a building project he was about to embark on.

  “Whose jewellery is this?” he asked. I had left it on the side while I had my hands in the sink.

  “Mine, papa,” I replied.

  I wore my mother’s engagement ring but I had a new item. A simple gold chain bracelet that Rocco had presented to me a couple of nights previous.

  “The ring was your mothers, but the bracelet? I don’t remember her ever wearing something like that.”

  I stilled, not sure what to say. I doubted my father would believe me if I told him I had bought it. I would buy my own clothes and shoes, but never a bracelet.

  “I don’t know, Joe. Didn’t we get this in payment for a debt?” Jonathan said.

  “What this cheap thing? Whoever it was couldn’t have owed much,” my father said, laughing.

  I turned from the sink, drying my hands on the dishcloth. I wanted to snatch the bracelet from him. Maybe it was cheap, I didn’t know but I believed it was a way of Rocco telling me he loved me. You don’t buy jewellery for your girlfriend if you didn’t love them. However, I sat, held out my hand to receive the bracelet and put it back on. Jonathan gave me a quick smile.

  I kissed my father on the top of his head as I passed by, reminding him that I was staying out that night and headed to the front door. I had arranged to meet Rocco that afternoon at the church and with a small overnight bag I left the house. I hadn’t told Rocco that I intended to stay the night, I wanted it to be a surprise. As I rounded the corner and the church came into view, I saw his car. He was standing outside, leaning against the door, smoking a cigarette and when he saw me, he threw it to the ground and started to walk towards me.

  “What’s this?” he asked, taking my bag from me.

  “I’m staying the night, with you.”

  “Okay, how did you manage that?”

  “Papa thinks I’m with Carmella, someone I knew from school.”

  We walked to the car and he opened the door, placing the bag on the back seat before helping me in. We drove the short distance to his house. For the first time I felt like we were a real couple, doing grown up things as we stood side by side in the kitchen making coffee, as we snuggled on the sofa to watch a movie. A small pang of sadness hit me that this all had to be done in secret. What I wouldn’t give to be able to walk in public holding his hand, to be able to snuggle with him at my own house, to sit and chat with my family about him. Every time the phone rang or we heard a noise outside the house, we were jumping from our seats, waiting with bated breath for a knock on the door. It was quite normal for one of the guys working for my father to call on Rocco if they needed him and I would be rushed to the bedroom, to hide. Sometimes we would laugh, sometimes I would sigh, wishing it was different.

  “I need to take a shower,” I said, after the movie had finished.

  I headed upstairs, collecting my overnight bag on the way. Although I hadn’t told Rocco, I had visited the doctors the previous month, started to take the contraceptive pill and I was fanatical about taking it at the same time each day. Popping a little pill in my mouth, dry swallowing, I started to undress. I shivered as I stepped under the jets, not quite warm enough and let the cool water run over my body. As I lathered body wash in my hands I heard the bathroom door open, I watched the silhouette strip of any clothing before the glass door was opened. Already aroused, Rocco pulled me to his chest, the water dripping down our faces and catching on our lips, our tongues, as he kissed me.

  I ran my soapy hands over his chest, down his stomach and clasped his hard cock, gently massaging before lowering myself to my knees. Letting the water rinse the soap suds first, I took him in my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat. His hands tangled in my wet hair as his hips thrust forwards in time with me. My hands reached behind and grabbed his ass, squeezing and kneading. His moans dictated the pace. I loved the taste of him, the silkiness of his skin on my lips as I pulled back, all the way to the tip and then down, as far as I could, each time testing my limits.

  “Ev, I’m gonna come,” he said as he tried to pull my head away.

  I sucked harder, milking him, letting his salty fluid pulse to the back of my throat as he cried out loud. As his body shuddered I slowly released him, my tongue licking away the last of his come. It wasn’t the taste that I liked, it was when I looked up at him, through my wet eyelashes and saw his face, the pure ecstasy that I had created. He pulled me, roughly, to my feet, his mouth crashing down on mine as his tongue forced my teeth apart. One hand gripped my thigh, raising my leg to his waist while the other held my throat, tilting my head up to his. His body pinned me to the wall and his cock hardened against my stomach.

  “Fuck me, now,” I whispered.

  “I need a...”

  “No, you don’t,” I cut him off. “I went on the pill.”

  He picked me up, my legs wrapp
ed around his waist and with one hand he slid open the shower door. Resting my ass against the sink, he pushed into me. Goose bumps covered my skin, not just from the cooling water but from the sensation of having him inside me, of having his wet chest slide against mine, of having his lips on my neck, my face and of having his hands grip my hips so hard I knew I would bruise.

  My orgasm came quick, hard, and I threw my head back and screamed out his name. His fingers teased my clitoris as his cock pounded leaving me with a delicious ache in my stomach. But he wasn’t done yet. Pulling out, he turned and bent me forwards, I held onto the sink as he entered me from behind. One of his hands wrapped around my hair, forcing my head up and when I did, I looked at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes were closed, his teeth biting his lower lip, his brow furrowed in concentration. I watched him come. I saw the shuddering to his stomach, how tightly he screwed his eyes shut, how he parted his lips to draw in a gasp of air. Then, when he was done, how he opened his eyes and looked straight back at me, a wicked smile on his lips.

  I rested my head down on the cool basin, getting my breathing under control as Rocco lent forwards and placed a gentle kiss on my back.

  “Wow,” he said.

  I giggled, wow indeed. I could feel a wetness on my thighs and looking, I saw his come gently make its escape. This was something new. I reached for some tissues to clean myself, mildly embarrassed before heading back into the now cold jets of the shower. A quick scrub later I was wrapped in a soft towel and sitting on his bed.

  Rocco was leaning against his open window, in just a pair of jeans, smoking his cigarette. He looked pensive and I wondered what was going through his mind. He was often quiet, contemplating, after sex and I let him be. My tummy grumbled reminding me it was dinner time. Pulling on a T-shirt and a pair of his shorts, I made my way downstairs, I wanted to cook him dinner.