Fallen Angel, Part III

by Tracie Podger

  My chicken salad and Robert’s veal were placed on the table halting our conversation for a bit.

  “How can you eat that?” I asked.

  “What?”

  “That, baby cow.”

  “You eat lamb.”

  “Yes, but lamb’s different.”

  He laughed as he took a mouthful, savouring it slowly to tease me. He held out a small piece on the end of his fork, I screwed up my nose and shook my head.

  “Gina saw Miranda yesterday, she sends her regards,” he said with a chuckle.

  “Well she can shove her regards where the sun doesn’t shine,” I replied.

  “You have such a beautiful way with words,” he laughed.

  We hadn’t seen or heard from Miranda since before Christmas and I wasn’t in a rush to bump into her. Maybe she had been in love with Robert, or at least the idea of Robert, and therefore not too fond of me. We finished our lunch and ordered coffees.

  “What happened with Irene? I forgot to ask.”

  “Security moved her on. She was drunk, rambling on about us kidnapping her daughter. She made a bit of a scene apparently, kicked Stan in the shin,” he said.

  Oh poor Stan. He was a lovely old guy, always so polite. He sat at a little desk monitoring the front door, ready to show people to the lifts and calling out a good morning or good evening as people came and went. Although I had only been at Vassago for a short time, not once had I ever seen him without a broad smile on his face.

  “Where did he come from? Stan I mean,” I asked.

  “If I remember right, he used to sleep in the doorway, spent every morning cleaning it and the doors. Jim, who had lost his job, used to come along at night and give him something to eat. I overheard them talking one night. Stan had been in the Army until he was injured and I guess he had nowhere to live when he left. I offered them both a job,” he said.

  “Where does Stan live now?”

  “He has an apartment, the one above the old gym. I let him stay there rent free and pay him a wage to work.”

  Robert had so many examples he could use that would dispel the thoughts that he hadn’t been able to feel, that he couldn’t have been a kind person. He just never saw it that way. He had been homeless, he took children off the streets and gave Stan a roof over his head. He spent his life looking after Travis, Evelyn, even Joe and now me. I laced my fingers in his, brought his hand to my lips and kissed them.

  “So, step two in the Caroline and Travis saga. I’ll meet with her, see how she feels then we can decide what to do next.” I said.

  “You have to be helping people, don’t you?” he replied.

  “I’m helping Travis, he’s family. I can’t sit back and watch him do nothing anymore.”

  “I know. It’s one of the reasons I love you.”

  I smiled. “And the others?”

  “You’re beautiful, inside and out. You love me. You’re great in bed and you taste amazing.”

  I laughed. “Come on, I need to get back to work.”

  “Let’s go home instead.”

  “I can’t do that.”

  “Yes you can,” he said as he picked up his phone.

  “Gina, move my appointment this afternoon will you and can you let Richard know, Brooke won’t be back today. I’ll see you in the morning.”

  He looked at me. “There, done.”

  “You’ll get me the sack,” I said, protesting mildly.

  We climbed in the car and headed for home. As we turned into our secluded lane something hit the side window and there was a flash of light. Gary gunned the car, the wheels spun kicking up dirt and stones. Because we had driven so fast, the gates to the house were still opening and Gary had to slow the car down. Robert turned around in his seat, looking through the rear windows.

  “No one behind, Gary,” he said.

  We pulled up at the house and climbed out. The side window had a crack but no other damage. Robert and Gary inspected it closely.

  “Looks like a stone or a house brick was thrown,” Gary said. There was red dust in the cracks.

  “What about the flash?” I asked.

  “Camera, I bet. Someone took a picture of whoever threw it,” he replied.

  “Get straight back and let Mack know, have someone fix that window as well,” Robert instructed.

  Robert took my hand and led me indoors. Instead of heading up the stairs, he walked me into the bedroom.

  “Remember what I said about you taste amazing?” he said as he pulled me towards him.

  “Don’t you need to sort out who threw stones at Stones, get it?”

  “Fuck Stones, which is exactly what I intend to do. Strip, slowly,” he said.

  My tongue ran over my lower lip, moistening it. I placed my hand on his chest and walked him backwards to his chair. He sat, resting his elbow on the arm, his chin on his hand and his black eyes were studying me. Just looking at him staring at me so intently had my stomach doing somersaults. I started at the top button of my shirt, keeping eye contact as I undid them slowly. I pushed it from my shoulders letting it fall to the floor. I unclipped my bra, sliding one strap off my arm before the other. My nipples were already erect and I dipped two fingers in my mouth, sucking on them before pinching one and rolling it around. A very wicked smile started to form on his lips.

  Whilst one hand tended to my very sensitive nipple the other ran down my stomach to the top of my trousers. I popped open the buttons and let them fall. Stepping out of them, I stood before him in my panties and high heels. My fingers slid inside the black silk. This is what he wanted. He wanted to see me come. My breath quickened as my fingers stroked around my clitoris, the wetness beginning to soak through the material. I watched him close his eyes briefly and take a deep breath and I knew he could smell my arousal, he was breathing in my scent. He was the ultimate predator, sniffing out his prey.

  As he rose and stalked towards me, a moan escaped my lips and my stomach quivered as an orgasm built.

  “Not yet, only when I say so, Brooke,” he said.

  He pulled my hand free and raised my fingers to his lips. Without taking his eyes off mine, he sucked and licked them clean. He slowly released the knot of his tie, pulling it through the collar of his shirt. He shrugged off his jacket and circled me. I turned my head and opened my mouth to speak. He placed his fingers over my lips and held them there. My tongue darted out to lick the tips before he pushed them into my mouth for me to suck. His head bent to my ear.

  “You’re going to do that to my cock.”

  I moaned in response. He pulled his fingers from my mouth, they trailed a wet path over my chin and down my throat. His fingers circled one nipple before pinching it hard. I sucked in a quick breath as he moved behind me again.

  “Tell me what you want,” he whispered as his hand circled my waist and under my panties.

  His fingers were gently stroking, parting my flesh, squeezing my clitoris and spreading my wetness.

  “I want your fingers inside me,” I said, my voice already a little hoarse.

  “You want me to fuck you with my fingers, like this?”

  He slipped two fingers inside me while his other hand splayed on my stomach, holding me against his chest.

  “Oh God. Yes.”

  “And then what?”

  I was panting and my legs were quivering. I reached behind and gripped his thighs for support.

  “Your tongue, I want your tongue.” I could hardly form the words.

  “You want me to fuck you with my mouth, is that what you’re asking?”

  “Yes.” I shouted out the word as the pressure inside me started to build.

  “And what are you going to do for me?”

  “I, oh, God, I....”

  “Talk, Brooke, or I stop.”

  I could hardly get a thought straight in my head, let alone form words.

  “I, I, want to, oh God, oh God, suck you, I want you to come in my mouth.” There I said it. I got the words out.

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p; His fingers pumped, his thumb pushed against my clitoris sending shock waves through my body. Ripple after ripple of static, of delicious sparks rolled over me. I threw my head back against his chest, I cried out his name and as I came he sunk his teeth into my shoulder, marking me.

  Before I could catch my breath Robert gently pushed me across the bed, my legs were dangling over the side. He knelt and placed his hands either side of my panties, pulling them off. He then parted my legs as far as he could. He ran his nose over me, his tongue following, lapping up my come. He flattened it, stroking me, he closed his lips around my throbbing and tender clitoris and sucked, and when he moaned, the sound vibrated over me.

  I gripped the bedding as he picked up one leg at a time placing them over his shoulders and he buried his tongue deep inside me. His thumbs squeezed and teased my now very swollen clitoris. He had made me come with his fingers and now he was making me come with his mouth. I hooked my heels together, he held my thighs apart but I strained against him. I wanted to press my thighs together such was the pressure building up. I took deep breaths, arched my body off the bed and cried out.

  I flung my arm over my eyes as I tried to get my breathing under control. I heard the rustle of clothes being removed before I felt him lift me further on to the bed. He held himself above me before lowering his mouth to mine. His tongue, his lips tasted of me. My come had smeared down his chin and I licked him clean. As he pushed inside me, his teeth ran across my jaw and he held my hands over my head as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He was so slow, deliberate. Each thrust was deeper than the last as I raised my hips. Not once did his eyes leave me, his stare bore straight to my soul, connecting, claiming and owning.

  His lips parted and he drew in a breath. His pace quickened in time with my moans and I closed my eyes.

  “Look at me,” he said.

  I watched him come, I watched him unravel. I heard him cry out my name and I did the same.

  He rested his forehead against mine for a moment before rolling off. I curled into his side resting my head on his chest. His fingers stroked through my hair, smoothing it away from my face.

  “I think I like afternoon sex more than morning sex,” I said sleepily.

  “I love sex with you anytime,” he replied with a laugh.

  He rolled off the bed and headed for the shower. I stretched then remembered that I owed him something. I waited a minute or so until I heard the shower run and then followed him. I wrapped my arms around his waist and reached up to kiss him, the water ran over our faces. I kissed his neck and slowly down his stomach, falling gently to my knees. I took his cock in my hand, feeling it harden under my touch. I ran my nails over his balls, cupping them, rolling them in my hand. His fingers ran through my hair, twisting it. My tongue ran up and down the length of him, over the soft tip while my hands held his hips. I closed my mouth around him and took him to the back of my throat, as far as I could. I sucked hard as I released him. His hips moved, fucking my mouth and it wasn’t long before I heard him moan, before his hands twisted further into my hair. I looked up at him, his eyes were closed so I pinched his skin. He looked at me and I watched his face as he came. His cock pulsed in my mouth, his salty fluid pooled and as I released him, I swallowed letting my tongue lick the last drops of his come. He pulled my head forcing me to stand and he kissed me hard.

  “Did I tell you today, I love you?” he whispered.

  “Yes, but you can tell me again if you like.”

  “I love you.”

  We continued our shower, I washed my hair and after, I sat at the dressing table and blow dried it. Robert put on his jeans, a shirt and then headed upstairs. I had heard the front door open a few minutes before, it was probably Evelyn coming over to prepare dinner. I threw on a pair of sweat pants and a T-shirt then headed upstairs myself.

  “Hi, something smells good,” I said.

  “I made this sauce earlier, it’s better if left then reheated,” she replied.

  Robert was sitting at the breakfast bar, reading something on his phone. I pulled out a stool next to him and chatted to Evelyn. I told her that I was meeting Caroline on the Monday and what had happened in the car on the way home.

  “Someone threw a stone at the car?” she asked.

  “Yes, out in the lane, cracked the window too,” I answered.

  “Any idea who?”

  “No, but we think someone else might have taken a photo. Robert sent Gary to tell Mack. Hopefully he’ll find out.”

  We heard the front door open and close again, Travis appeared at the top of the stairs a few seconds later.

  “Something smells good,” he said, echoing what I had said earlier.

  “Do you want to join us?” Robert asked.

  “Sure, why not.” Travis pulled up a stool and I went to the fridge.

  I opened a beer for Travis and poured wine for me, Robert and Evelyn. It was good to have a family dinner, we hadn’t done that since Christmas. We sat around the bar and Evelyn served a seafood pasta in a delicious lemon and garlic sauce and home made garlic bread. It was messy, we used our fingers to eat the clams from their shells but for the first time in a week, we had fun together.

  Travis seemed to have perked up a lot since his talk with Robert although no one brought up the subject of Caroline. We didn’t want to spoil his mood. It had been over a week that we had known and I hoped that he was finally getting his head together.

  Chapter Six

  Saturday came and Robert and I were up early. With Evelyn up front, Travis drove us over to the home. It was Gerry’s birthday and we had a cake and presents for him. The other kids had been encouraged to either make or buy cards with their pocket money. This was something that they did for every birthday, not just Gerry’s, but I hoped we would cheer him up. As we pulled through the gates the kids came running down the path. Gerry, however, walked slowly behind.

  “Hey, hands off the car, I just washed it,” Travis said, his usual greeting as we climbed out.

  “Ev, I cooked yesterday,” one boy said.

  “Yeah, made a right fucking mess,” another added.

  “Whoa, I won’t have any swearing, thank you,” she scolded.

  Robert grabbed the collar of the culprit and marched him up the path for a reprimand. I took hold of Gerry’s hand and crouched down in front of him. Although nine he was small for his age.

  “Happy birthday, darling,” I said.

  “Thank you,” he answered quietly.

  Birthdays, Christmas and holidays were always a hard time for any of those kids. It reminded them of parents, of brothers or sisters not around at those times. Mike, for example, an eleven year old, had a sister somewhere. Robert had argued with the social worker that they should be together. The sister had been adopted and Robert disagreed. Christmas for Mike had been exceptionally hard. He had been allowed to call his sister but it wasn’t the same.

  We made our way through to the lounge while Evelyn took the cake to find candles. Gerry wasn’t aware that he had a birthday cake, it had been hidden in her bag. We settled in the lounge and the boys placed Gerry in front of them so they could watch him open his gifts. Each one handed him a card. Those boys cared for each other, they were fortunate to be in the home, one that treated them all like a big family. He opened each card and took his time to read the words.

  “Gerry, where are your glasses?” Robert asked.

  “I don’t know,” he replied.

  “Okay, we’ll look for them after. Let me help you read.”

  Robert scooted along the sofa so he was sitting behind Gerry who leaned back onto his legs. Robert helped him read the words from each card. He then handed him one present at a time, helping him to tear off the tape when his little fingers couldn’t do it.

  We had bought him a new coat, some books, a game for the Playstation and I had framed a photograph of all the kids in New York. Kerry was standing next to him with her arm around his shoulder. I wondered at first if this would upset him but
I didn’t believe in hiding Kerry away, trying to make him forget about her.

  “Thanks, Brooke,” Gerry said without looking up. I guessed he knew I had chosen that one.

  He ran his fingers over the glass before gently placing it down with the rest of his gifts.

  “Come on, Gerry, show us the game,” one of the boys called out.

  “It’s his game, Matthew, let him play it first,” Travis said.

  Gerry looked up at Robert. “Will you play it with me?” he asked.

  “You know Travis is better at this than me, don’t you?” Robert replied.

  Seeing a look of disappointment flash across his face, Robert relented. “Come on then, show me what to do.”

  I headed out to the kitchen leaving the kids with Robert and Travis. I sat at the table and was handed a coffee. Evelyn had unpacked the cake from its box and was placing candles in the centre. We would give them ten minutes or so then take it in, partly to rescue Robert. It was nice to listen though, I could hear the kids laughing and teasing him.

  “Go left, no left, no the other way,” I heard.

  “You said go left, I’m going left,” Robert replied.

  “The other left then,” a voice called out.

  “There is only one left, Dave, the other way is right,” Travis said.

  Laughter followed and I chuckled. It sounded like they were having fun and I was pleased Travis was joining in. If he could see that, sometimes, kids were fun, he might soften a bit. He had always been so good with the boys, more so than Robert in the past. It was Travis that would challenge them to a car race or a football match. It was Travis that made up ghost stories that had them up all night and made Ted furious. If he could be reminded of that, he would see how good a dad he could be. Okay, not so much with the horror stories but he was great in every other way.

  I poked my head around the door and switched off the light. Evelyn followed and we sang Happy Birthday to Gerry, the kids joined in. She placed the cake on a small table and Gerry closed his eyes to make a wish before blowing the candles out. I could see his chest heave and was immediately by his side.