by Perry, J L
“Don’t be sorry. It’s sweet. I’m glad he’s happy we’re together.”
“Well if it gets too much, let me know and I’ll tell him to pull his head in.”
“Don’t you even think about it,” she threatens.
After we have drinks in hand, I lead her back over to the group and finish the introductions, before settling down in a seat. Angel goes to sit beside me, but I pull her onto my lap instead.
I’ve noticed a few of the guys giving her the once over. I want to make it known she’s mine. Hands fucking off. When she wiggles her sweet little arse in my lap to get comfy, I groan. Having her on my lap in public, with that sexy as fuck skirt on, is a bad idea.
Being the new kid on the block, so to speak, it doesn’t take long for the questions to start rollin’ in. Angel takes it all in her stride, answering everything that’s asked. I love how well she’s fitting in with my mob. I don’t know why I was so worried that this could freak her out, or turn her off. The way she’s been with Pops should’ve been enough to tell me she’s not that kind of person.
She’s both funny and charming and has them all eating out of her hand. I’m proud of her. This bunch can be daunting sometimes, especially to an outsider. But, she’s taking it all in her stride, like a real champ.
A while later when some of the women get up to go and get the food ready, Angel offers to help out. “You don’t have to do that,” I state. “You’re our guest today.”
“Don’t be silly,” she says. “I want to help.” Her comment makes me smile. My eyes follow her as she walks up to the house, laughing and talking with the others. Fuck, that wiggle in her arse has my dick wanting her again. After we eat I’m going to have to sneak her off somewhere private.
When she’s out of sight, I get up and go over to Pops. “Where’s your girl?” is the first thing he says when I reach him.
“Helping the women get the food ready.”
“She’s a fuckin’ gem that one,” he says.
“I know.”
“So, that fucker Benson been leaving her alone? I’ve got one of the boys tailing him and another keeping an eye on her place.”
“Yeah, he hasn’t been back. I’m sure we haven’t heard the last of him though,” I admit. He’s not going to let this lie. I know it.
“Well he won’t know what fuckin’ hit him if he goes near her again. You can count on that, son.” I love how he feels as passionate about protecting her as I do.
••••
Angel
I’m having a great time. Everybody has been so welcoming. I don’t know why, but I didn’t expect them all to be so friendly. They’re definitely not the kind of crowd I’m used to, but I love how down to earth and open they are. I can see why Chase and Pops love them so much. They all seem very tightknit.
As I help by placing some fried chicken onto a serving tray, I feel my phone vibrate in my back pocket. Pulling it out, I see it’s my dad calling again. Ignoring it, I put my phone away. Tears burn my eyes. I feel bad, but I’m still not ready to talk to him. He could’ve blown everything between Chase and I. I’m just glad he was so understanding about the way dad treated him.
A few minutes later I pull my phone back out and shoot a quick text to my mum, letting her know I’m okay, but to tell daddy to stop calling me. I think it’ll be easy on us both if he just gives me some time to come around. Dad and I have always been close, but he needs to know what he did was wrong. His actions were totally uncalled for. Ignoring him for a while maybe the only way I can get through to him.
My phone buzzes again. I pull it out of my pocket and see my mum has replied to my text.
I understand you’re upset sweetie, but he’s devastated you’re not talking to him. He’s been really down since yesterday. He won’t even eat. I hope you can find it in your heart to talk to him soon. I know what he did was wrong and I’m not taking sides. You have every right to be angry. Believe me, I’m not happy about this either. I really like Chase. He’s good for you. I told your father that too, but it hurts me to see him like this. You know how much he loves his little girl. Call me tonight if you can. Love mum. xoxo
The tears are already welling in my eyes as I read her reply. I quickly stop what I’m doing and leave the kitchen. I quietly sneak out the back door, down the side of the house, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand as I go. I don’t want the others to see I’m upset. Thankfully they’re all busy with the food prep, they don’t notice me leave.
I rest my forehead up against the house and let the tears fall. I never thought my relationship with my father would be strained like this, but I love Chase and I’m not going to stand by and let him ruin this for me.
“Hey, what are you doing around…what the fuck, are you crying?” Chase asks rushing towards me, spinning me around and wrapping me in his big, strong, comforting arms. “Did the girls say something to upset you?”
“No,” I reply as I wipe my eyes. I didn’t want him to see me like this.
“What’s wrong then, sweet-cheeks?” he asks concerned as he cups my face in his hands.
“It’s nothing, really. I’m just being silly.”
“Bullshit,” he says as his eyebrows furrow. I don’t want him to think these tears have anything to do with him, or his family.
“I just got a message from my mum which upset me. No big deal.”
“Oh,” he says as worry crosses his handsome face. “Does it have something to do with what happened with your father?”
“Yes.”
“Do your parents want you to stop seeing me?”
“No.” I feel bad he thinks my mum would be in on something like that. She loves Chase. I pull out my phone and let him read the message. Maybe it’ll ease his mind some.
I see a small smile cross his face when he reads the part about him. “Did I tell you how much I like your mum?” he asks.
“Yeah, she’s pretty cool. So is my dad when he’s not interfering in my love life.”
“I hate how us being together is coming between the relationship you have with him. That’s the last thing I want.”
“Well it’s not your problem, or mine. It’s his. I’m not going to let him pull us apart, Chase.”
“I’m happy to hear that,” he says as he wipes away one of my stray tears with his thumb. “I don’t want to lose you.”
I fist my hand in the front of his shirt, pulling his lips towards me. I don’t want to lose him either. “I love you,” I whisper against his mouth. “I won’t let that happen.”
He backs me up against the side of the house, wrapping my ponytail around his wrist, pulling on it gently to tilt my head back so he can deepen the kiss. “I don’t think I’ll ever get my fill of you,” he groans into my mouth. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of him either.
Thankfully, our kiss is interrupted when someone calls out, “Dinner’s ready.” As much as I want him right now, I don’t like the thought of having sex here, where anyone can catch us.
Chase pulls out of the kiss, leaning his forehead against mine he groans. “Fuck, I want you so bad right now,” he says as his hand slides down and cups my arse. “This tiny skirt is driving me crazy.”
“I want you too,” I tell him honestly, “but not here.” He exhales loudly.
“Come. Let’s go eat,” he says reaching for my hand.
••••
Chase
She’s right. Here’s not a good place. It would only be a matter of time before Pops came looking for us. I’d hate to put her in that position. I’m going to have her before the day’s out; you can count on that. I just need to find a place more secluded.
After we eat, we sit around talking with the others. Angel seems to fit in perfectly with my family. Words cannot express how happy I am to have her here with me. If only there was a way for me to make her father come around. It upset me to see her crying earlier. I hated the fact that us being together had something to do with that.
“Can you show
me where the bathroom is? I need to pee,” she turns and whispers in my ear. I place my hands on her hips and lift her off my lap so I can stand.
“Come,” I say as I lead her up to the house.
I wait outside while she does her business, all the while concocting my plan. I can’t wait another second to have her. “You can wash your hands in here,” I tell her once she’s out, pointing to the bathroom next door.
I follow her in, closing the door behind us, turning the lock. “What are you doing?” she asks as she looks at me through the mirror while rinsing her hands under the water. I give her a devious smile.
I walk up behind her, encircling my arms around her waist, pulling her sexy little arse against my already growing cock. “I need you,” is all I say, as I drop to my knees behind her. I run my tongue up the back of her leg as I lift her skirt and bunch it around her waist. “Fuck, I love your arse.” I lightly bite it through her sexy as fuck white lace panties.
“Chase,” she moans as my hand moves between her legs and my fingers circle her clit. After giving her a small tease, I slide her panties down her long, gorgeous legs, bunching them up and shoving them into my pocket when I’m done. I slowly slide my hands back up the inside of her legs. She tilts her head back and moans when I slip a finger inside her heavenly pussy. I can’t stop the groan that comes from me when I feel how wet and ready she is.
I stand, looking at her beautiful face in the mirror as I slide the finger which was inside her, into my mouth. “I’m gonna fuck you now,” I tell her as I remove my finger out with a pop.
“Okay,” she breathes as the corners of her lips turn up in a smile. I retrieve a rubber from my pocket before undoing the buttons on my jeans and pushing them down so they pool around my ankles.
“Put your hands on either side of the basin,” I order as I roll it on, “and hold on tight.” She nods her head in agreement and does what I ask. “Spread your legs wider.” Again she obeys. I slide my hand around her waist, pulling her arse towards me, splaying my other hand on her back, bending her over from the waist.
Once I’ve lined myself up, I raise my head and watch her in the mirror as I slowly enter her. Her pretty little mouth slightly opens as her eyes close. A soft moan escapes. I feel my eyes roll back in my head, as her tight, little pussy grips my cock.
My hands glide up to her waist, as I slowly pull out all the way to my tip, before sliding back in. “Fuck you feel so good,” I groan. I continue my slow assault until neither of us can stand it anymore.
“I need more, Chase,” she begs as she pushes her sweet, little arse back against me.
“Look at me,” I demand and she raises her head to make eye contact with me in the mirror. “I’m going to fuck you hard now, but you need to be quiet, understand?” She nods her head as I tighten my grip on her waist. Truth is, I need more too. This slow fucking grind, as heavenly as it is, is pure torture. I need to pound her sweet pussy.
I pull back again and slam into her. “Oh yes,” she moans closing her eyes again.
“Look at me, sweet-cheeks.” Her eyes spring open. I need her to see who’s giving her pleasure. Only me; it’s only ever going to be me. “Keep your eyes open,” I command. “I want you to watch how I fuck you. I’m the only one allowed to touch you like this, understand?”
“Yes, Chase. Only youuuu…” she moans as I thrust into her again. It’s funny because I never cared what the others thought when I fucked them. For some reason it’s important to me she knows who’s making her feel like this. She’s mine. I’m never letting her go.
Our last few days together have only heightened my need to have her in my life. I know I can’t live without her. Well, I probably could, but I sure as fuck don’t want to. There’s no doubt in my mind I’m head over heels in love with my sweet-cheeks. If only I could find the words to tell her how I feel.
“Oh God. You feel so good, Chase.” You better believe I do.
“Come for me,” I groan as I pound into her again. I need to feel her pussy constrict around my cock.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Angel
After Chase’s family barbeque, we ended up back at my house. Pops decided to spend the night at the clubhouse, so Chase and I came back here. I had a great day. I’m honoured they all accepted me the way they did. I’m sure daddy would freak if he knew I spent the day hanging with a bunch of bikies at their clubhouse, but I don’t really care. They are great people.
As the week wears on, there’s still no resolution in sight for us. He’s condensed his calls down to two times a day; night and morning like he’s always done. I still don’t pick up, but he always leaves me a message on the machine. Either ‘good morning’ or ‘good night’, and ‘I love you, Princess’.
It hurts every time I hear them. I always answer ‘good morning’ or ‘night daddy, I love you too’, but of course he can’t hear me. This is the longest time we’ve gone without speaking.
My mum has called me every day from work to see how I am. She doesn’t mention daddy anymore because every time she did I’d end up crying. I feel for her because she’s in the middle of it all.
I told her earlier in the week that under the circumstances, I more than likely wouldn’t be able to make the concert on the weekend. She was disappointed, but said she understood. By the time Friday rolls around though, I change my mind. I need to be there to support her. She’s always so supportive of everything I do. I also think it’s time I see my dad. Not talking to him is really getting me down.
I tell Chase of my plans over breakfast Friday morning. “I’m glad you’re going,” he says. “I’m going to be lost without you all weekend. I’ve become accustomed to being with you 24/7,” he adds with a chuckle.
“I’m going to miss you like crazy too,” I tell him as I reach for his hand across the table and give it a gentle squeeze. “Especially at bedtime. I’ve kind of become accustomed to sleeping wrapped in your arms,” I joke throwing his words back at him. Well it’s not really a joke, far from it. After sharing my bed with him every night for the last few weeks, it’s going to be strange sleeping without him.
“Are my arms the only thing you’re going to miss?” he asks raising his eyebrow.
“Well,” I reply scratching my chin. “I’ll miss your lips, your delicious abs, your tight little buns…”
“And?” I’m trying hard not to smile.
“I forgot your sexy, muscly legs…oh, and your eyes. I’ll definitely miss your eyes.”
“Is that all?” he asks frowning at me. I rise from my chair and walk around the table, straddling his lap. I run my hand down the side of his face. “I’ll miss all of you, Chase.”
“That’s nice, but I think you’re specifically forgetting one thing,” he says as his hands wrap around my waist drawing me closer.
“Nope. I think I’ve just about covered it.”
“Angel,” he growls.
“Oh, your hands,” I laugh as I reach behind me and lace my fingers through his. “I love feeling your hands caress my body,” I whisper in his ear.
“You’re still forgetting something,” he grumbles.
“Yes, I think I am,” I tease. “I’ll miss this,” I add as I trace a heart with my finger over his chest. He smiles briefly before frowning again.
“And?”
“Mmmm, your tongue. I’ll miss all the wonderful things you do with that exceptional tongue of yours.” I lean forward and lick from the base of his throat up to his jawline. He tilts his head back and groans. I can feel him growing beneath me, so I grind into him.
He stands from the chair, taking me with him. I wrap my legs around his waist and let him carry me back inside the house. “Maybe I need to show you what you’re forgetting,” he says as he pushes my back against the wall, thrusting his pelvis against me.
I release my legs from his waist, placing them on the floor. Turning him around, I push him against the wall. “I think I remember what I’m forgetting now,” I inform him as I rain tin
y kisses down his neck, before falling to my knees.
Reaching for the button of his jeans, I pop it open. He growls as I pull down his zip. Using both my hands, I slide them into either side of his waistband and jiggle his jeans down around his thighs. I’m used to the no underwear thing now.
“I’m definitely going to miss this,” I say looking up at him through my eyelashes. I wrap my hand around the base of his erection, stroking it as I swirl my tongue around the head.
“Sweet-cheeks,” he groans threading his fingers through my hair. I’ve never done this before, but how hard can it be? I open my mouth wide, taking in as much of him as I can, before closing my mouth around his shaft and slowly sliding my lips up his impressive length.
“Fuck,” he breathes as I feel his body tremble. “Do that again.” I repeat what I did, but this time I swirl my tongue as I go. “Holy shit,” he moans as his body shudders. His grip on my head tightens and he slowly begins to pump into my mouth. “Fuck, your mouth feels so good.”
For a beginner, I must be doing okay. I’m surprised how much the feral sounds coming from Chase, is turning me on.
Within minutes, he draws back. “I’m gonna blow already. I need to be inside you,” he says, pulling me to my feet.
His lips crash into mine as he fumbles with the button on my jeans. I take over while he retrieves a condom from his pocket before slipping it on. I only get one leg out of my jeans before he’s lifting me up, impaling me in one swift move.
We both moan simultaneously before he pulls my lips back to his. He only pumps into me a few more times before he groans loudly. His body jerks as he comes apart.
“Fuck, I think I’m seeing stars,” he chuckles when he rests his forehead against mine. “That was mind blowing. Who knew you had such an incredible mouth?” he teases.
After he gently pulls out, he gets down on his knees. “My turn,” he says smiling up at me. As soon as his mouth is on me, he mumbles, “How am I going to survive two days without this, without you?”