Angel Among Sinners (The Garden Book 1)

by Rachel Blake

  Embry’s arms moved to wrap around his shoulders as if she was afraid not to, worried if she didn’t hold him there, he would leave her tortured and deprived. “George, please.”

  “Fuck, I love when you beg.”

  The fingers inside her started moving quicker, giving her the friction she needed to get closer to her release. “Please. Shit, George, please!”

  “Only if you scream for me. Can you do that?”

  “Shit! Yes!”

  “Then come. Scream, Angel. I want the neighbors to know what we’re doing.”

  The command, coupled with the movement at her sex, was all it took. Her scream bounced off the walls as her nails dug into his back. Damnit, she fucking loved when he forced her to shatter into a million little pieces, taking from her what he wanted.

  After a few moments, her breathing slowed, and she opened her eyes. A smiling Maverick looked down at her as he pulled his fingers from her center.

  “That was fucking beautiful,” Maverick whispered.

  “Can we do it again?”

  He threw his head back, allowing the laughter to escape. After a few seconds, he calmed and looked at her once more. “Yeah, we can do it again, but this time, we’re going to change it up a bit.” Pulling her hands from around his neck, he picked her up and deposited her on the floor once more.

  Her legs were shaky at best, but it didn’t matter when he had a hold of her and it mattered even less when he turned her and bent her back over the counter.

  “This time, we explode together. Deal?”

  “Fuck, yes.” Embry felt the fabric of his underwear glide down his legs, gently brushing the back of hers.

  “Come when you can, Angel. I don’t want you holding back on me.” His hand circled her middle, his fingers expertly finding her bundle of nerves as he spread her pussy wide. “If I come before you do, I’ll edge you for so long, it will feel like torture.”

  She looked over her shoulder, ready to protest, but the sight of him fisting his condom covered cock killed the argument. “Yes, Sir.”

  He lined up with her entrance and met her eyes as he surged forward, his fingers working her clit, easing his forward movement the slightest bit. “Fuck!”

  A small cry fell from her lips at the quick but delicious push past her entrance. The gasp that followed suit resulted from him grabbing a hand full of her hair.

  “We need to work on you staying where you’re put and the position I put you in. I didn’t bend you over this counter, so you could push back against me and get the angle and penetration you want,” he growled as he gave her hair a slight tug, “That also means your eyes stay put.”

  Her mouth fell open when he tightened the hold he had on her locks. “I’m sorry. I-I just… I love watching you.” He pushed deeper inside her, his fingers back at her clit, causing her words to come out broken between pants. “You’re beautiful and that fucking cock, fuck.”

  “A dick is not beautiful.” Maverick grunted when she squeezed her muscles around him. “I know you’re not trying to hold back.” He bent over her back, his lips at her ear. “Because that would get you punished, and you really don’t want me to have to follow through with my threat.”

  Shit. That was exactly what she was doing, “It’s habit.”

  He flicked her clit roughly. “There is a place and time for holding back. When I tell you to come freely is not the time. Now, before I embarrass myself, fucking come!”

  God, she tried to let go, she really did, but it wasn’t working. “George.”

  That was all she needed to say. The hand fisting her hair moved down her back and over her ass, a second before the pad of his thumb pushed against her anus. “Do you need more, baby?”

  “Please.” She knew what she was asking for, knew what she was going to get with her plea, but it didn’t matter, she wanted what he was willing to give—all of it.

  He pulled from her core just long enough to dip two fingers into her and gather some of her nectar, then he was pounding in and out of her core. His slick fingers pushed against her puckered hole.

  “Push back for me, Angel, bear down.”

  Embry did as she was told, allowing him to work his fingers into her, causing a moan to fall from her lips.

  “That’s my fucking girl. She needs as many of her holes filled as she can get, doesn’t she?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She squeezed the invaders as she arched her back. “Please?”

  “I told you to come when you could.” His free hand crashed down awkwardly on her ass, leaving behind just enough pain.

  The combination of the invaders and the slight sting on her butt cheek had her soaring. Her scream filled her ears a second before she felt the man behind her stiffen and roar his own release.

  They laid there, panting for a couple minutes, his chest pressed to her back, her cheek against the counter.

  “Are you okay, Angel?”

  “So fucking good, but I don’t think I can move.”

  “Good thing you don’t have to, huh?”

  Any response she had was cut off by the sound of a key, very obviously being pushed into the door. “Shit.”

  “I’m assuming by the sounds, the two of you are finished,” Prim called through the door.

  “Fuck.” Embry looked over her shoulder as Maverick pulled from her core, allowing her underwear to move back into place before pulling up his boxer briefs.

  “Stay bent, Angel,” Maverick ordered.

  “Considering my legs are still jello, I don’t think I have any other option,” Embry whispered.

  “Coast is clear, Prim. You can come in,” Maverick called out, then placed a kiss to the center of Embry’s back.

  The door opened, giving Prim’s voice a much clearer note. “Good, because I’m sick of standing out there. Mrs. Cambridge asked me at least a dozen times if I needed her to call the manager.”

  “See!” Embry looked at the man standing behind her. “I told you the neighbors are too snoopy for you to fuck me in the hall.” She turned back to her roommate. “I was lucky I got him into the apartment.”

  “Either way, next time you guys decide to fuck on the counter, could you hang a sock on the handle or something, so I know to come back later?” Prim asked as she walked through the kitchen as if her roommate wasn’t lying over the counter, freshly fucked, and still panting. “Not that the noises weren’t enough of an indication, but I nearly walked right in on you.”

  “Does it have to be a sock, or will a rogue tie do?” Maverick asked with a chuckle, earning himself a groan from the woman bent before him.

  “Either will do, really.” Prim laughed as she shut her bedroom door behind her.

  “Oh my God.” Embry covered her face, the heat registering as soon as she touched her cheeks. “Please tell me that didn’t really happen.”

  “Oh, it totally did.”

  Her groan was cut short when he stood her up and quickly scooped her into his arms. “George, what are you doing? I’m too heavy to carry.”

  His steps faltered for only a second, “I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that, but this is your one free pass. You speak ill of my girl again, and I’ll be lighting your ass on fire so quickly, you won’t know what hit you. Is that understood?”

  Nibbling on her lip, she rested her head on his shoulder. “Yes, Sir.” Even the short distance, the sway of his stride, coupled with her recent orgasm, was enough to lull her close to sleep.

  He laid her on the bed and pulled the covers over her before making quick work of removing her shirt from around her wrists. Once her hands were free, he turned away.

  “Don’t leave.”

  “I’ll be right back, Angel. I just need to get rid of the condom and pick up the clothes we have all over the kitchen.”

  Embry’s eyes were glued to his ass as he moved across the room and disappeared into the hall. God, he had an ass you could bounce quarters off.

  Eyes drifting shut, she snuggled into the covers. This was by far th
e best date she had ever been on.

  “Angel?”

  “Yeah?” She fought against the need to sleep and opened her eyes, just enough to make out what was in front of her.

  Maverick held a wet, brown paper bag in his hand. “It looks like I owe you another cannoli.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  “Angel. Angel, you have to get up.”

  “It’s too early.” Embry shrugged off the hand, shaking her shoulder.

  Maverick’s chuckle had her peeking at him. “It only being four in the morning, I agree, but V just woke up. She’s asking for me, and I can’t leave the two of you here alone, so you’re both coming with me.”

  “Both of us?”

  “Yeah, I have to go get Prim up, so get moving.”

  “Good luck with that. She hates mornings.” She rolled back over, pulling the covers over her head.

  “I know, which is why I decided waking you first was my best bet. Now, I want you out of this bed and dressed when I return.” When she didn’t move, he continued, “I will not hesitate to pull you over my lap if it’s the only way to get you moving this morning, Angel.”

  When Embry’s dramatic sigh was met with silence, she stuck her head out from under the comforter. He was gone, which meant she had a few more minutes before she really had to get moving.

  A few short seconds later, the covers were pulled from her grasp, and the cold air of the room assaulted her mostly naked body. “Hey, I was getting up, I swear. I was just closing my eyes for a few more minutes.”

  “Just a few more minutes, huh?”

  She squealed when she was hauled unceremoniously over his lap—her panty-covered ass where he needed it. “It was just a few minutes.”

  “I’ve been trying to get Prim out of bed for thirty minutes, doing so with confidence. I was sure you would have followed my directions, sure you wouldn’t have pushed your luck so soon after your orgasm.”

  “An orgasm doesn’t make me compliant to whatever you order, especially when sleep is on the line,” Embry mumbled before his words registered. “Wait, did you say thirty minutes? No, it couldn’t have been that long. I just closed my eyes.”

  “Do you really think sassing me when I already have you draped over my lap is the best choice right now?”

  “Um.” She looked over her shoulder when he wedged the fabric of her underwear between her cheeks. “George?”

  The first swat landed on her right cheek and was quickly followed by nine more before he moved to the other. “Next time I tell you we have to go, you’ll get up.” He roughly pulled the bunched fabric from the crack of her ass before placing her on her feet. “We don’t have time to take care of this properly but will damn well finish when we get home. Don’t think for a minute I’ll forget.”

  Hands on her ass, her eyes caught his.

  “Home?”

  “Yes, home.” The fire in his eyes still burned, but it softened the slightest bit. “Does that bother you?”

  “No, I kind of like it.”

  “Well, we’ll have to see how much you like it when we get back and finish your punishment.” Maverick placed a kiss on the top of her head. “Now, get dressed. We’re meeting James and a few of the other men at the hospital.”

  She watched him walk from the room, a stupid smile on her face. She’d never used the word home and actually felt it before. This time, she felt it and loved it.

  ***

  “Are you sure you want to stay here?” Maverick asked as he crouched before her.

  “George, for the last time, I’ll be fine,” Embry reassured, trying her hardest to keep from rolling her eyes. “I’m fine. I have one of James’ men with me, and he won’t let anything happen.”

  “You can still go to Eden’s with Prim. Then you wouldn’t have to sit here for however long this is going to take, and you could go back to sleep.”

  “It’s tempting, but there’s no way I want to be a fourth wheel with the three of them. Trust me, I’ll be fine.”

  Conflict crossed his face before he finally nodded his head.

  “Fine, but if I hear you caused the guy at the door any trouble, your ass is mine.”

  “More than it already is?”

  He pinched her thigh once before pressing his lips against hers and standing, “You have your phone if you need me?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Is it charged?”

  “Didn’t plug it in before we went to bed.” Embry pulled her charger from her purse. “But I grabbed this.”

  “Good girl.” Placing another kiss on her forehead, he moved away, turning to the man assigned to protect her. “No falling asleep on the job, Titus.”

  “One time.” Titus threw his head back in exasperation. “I fall asleep one fucking time, and I’m never going to live it down. Fuck, I wasn’t even on duty.”

  “But the bad guy walked right by you.”

  Embry rolled her eyes. “Aren’t you guys sick of this story yet? Poor Titus feels bad enough, you don’t have to tease him about it all the time.”

  Maverick looked between the two of them. “I think he’s been guarding you too much.”

  “I know, the poor man gets saddled with me way too often.” Embry nodded, her eyes wide, hoping it would give her the necessary look of innocence she was going for.

  “Yeah, I’m sure you’ve gone through, what, at least two decks of cards now?” Maverick teased.

  “It’s not my fault he likes to play fifty-two card pick up, and the man can’t keep track of cards for the life of him.” It was Embry’s turn to tease.

  Maverick gave her one more brief look, failing miserably at hiding the smile he was trying to fight back before he pulled the door open and walked out.

  “Holy shit. Is that V yelling?” Embry asked as the door closed, cutting off the sound of the other woman’s voice.

  “Yeah. I’m assuming she doesn’t like Ezra being in her hospital room all that much.” He paused for a second. “Or he finally pulled her over his lap and is giving the woman what’s owed.”

  “She’s hurt, he can’t do that!”

  “Which is why I’m leaning toward the first option.” He nodded toward a table in the back of the room as he pulled out a deck of cards. “You going back to sleep, or you up for a round?”

  “Oh, I would love nothing more than to kick your ass in slapjack.”

  “Slapjack? What are we, six? No, I think we’re old enough for the big kid games now.”

  “Hearts?”

  “No, we’re playing war.”

  Embry laughed. “We really are going big, aren’t we?”

  They were in the middle of their game when the door to the room opened. Titus stood, his hand going to the holster at his hip.

  “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

  “There’s nothing for you here,” Titus said, his hand hovering over the gun at his side.

  “Oh, but you see, that’s where you’re wrong.”

  “Tommy?” Embry recognized the man instantly—turns out, it’s not all that easy to forget the face of the man who nearly raped you. “What are you doing here?”

  “First things first.” Tommy didn’t waste any time, nor did he show any emotion when he shot the other man.

  “Titus!” When Embry brought her hands to her face, warm, sticky, moisture met her fingertips. She forced the knowledge it was her friend’s blood from her head and started to move toward him.

  “Nope!” The gun Tommy held swung toward her. “Unless you want to be lying next to him, you need to do as you’re told, and that starts with coming with me.”

  “No.”

  “That’s where we’re going to have an issue. I don’t deal well with defiance. Frankly, it pisses me the fuck off and seeing as I have a gun, you probably shouldn’t piss me off.”

  “Then shoot me.”

  He chuckled before moving the firearm back to his previous victim. “You may not care about your own life, but I know you care about his. God only kno
ws why, especially with the way you were raised, but you have a soft spot for others, and I’m going to exploit it for all it’s worth.”

  “You already shot him, what more can you do?”

  “Right now, he has a chance at survival, but if you push me, I’ll put a bullet in his head, and there will be no coming back from that.”

  Embry’s heart dropped to her toes. “Fine, just don’t hurt him anymore.”

  “I thought you would see it my way. Drop the phone and leave your purse.” As soon as she did as she was told, his sinister smile changed and was almost genuine. “Now, we’re going to walk out of here hand in hand. If you do anything to raise suspicion, I’ll shoot you where you stand.”

  Swallowing hard, she walked toward him and allowed him to wind his fingers through hers, fear settling into her belly.

  She had no idea how she was going to get out of this.

  ***

  As soon as Maverick stepped from the waiting room, he heard the screams and took off running. God damnit! He knew he shouldn’t have let him wait by her bedside. Fuck!

  “Get the fuck out! Get out!” V yelled as Maverick pushed his way into the room.

  “Violet, you have to calm down before you hurt yourself.”

  “Hurt myself?” The woman in the hospital bed winced when she moved to sit up further. “That’s rich coming from you, the person who’s hurt me the most.”

  “Fuck, Lettie.” The fuming man ran his hands through his hair. “I should have beat your fucking ass more.”

  “Ezra, that’s enough,” Maverick said as he stepped fully into the room. “I let you stay here, so she had a familiar face when she woke up and wasn’t alone when she opened her eyes, not so you could fight with her the second she gained consciousness.”

  “You didn’t have a choice but to let me stay,” Ezra growled.

  “You let him stay here?” The hurt was clear in V’s voice.

  “I couldn’t get him to leave. He insisted on being here for you,” Maverick amended, shooting the man a hard look.

  V looked away, “That’s a first.”