by LJ Baker
But the light wasn’t on.
Jen wasn’t there to flip it on before she went up to her room and everything about it felt wrong. Ronnie fumbled with her key, nearly dropping it, until Luc took it, and opened the door for her. He grabbed her hand, pulled her inside, and flipped on the light.
“Everything is going to be all right.”
“You don’t know that. You can’t make promises over things you have no control over.” Ronnie yanked her hand away and dropped her bag to the floor where Freddy’s sneakers should be. She couldn’t even think about it anymore. In just over six hours, she’d be on her way to court. Her fate would be decided, at least part of it, and she would be able to deal with the outcome then. But for that moment, she couldn’t think about it anymore. It was just too painful, too overwhelming.
Luc knew she’d reached her breaking point, that she needed something to take her mind off everything, even if for only a short while. She could tell by the way he looked at her, the smoldering in his eyes, that he understood.
“I have more control than you know.” He backed her into the wall and grasped her shoulders painfully in his hands. His eyes swirled green again, a soft glow surrounded them, then they returned to their normal black.
“Show me.” She licked over her bottom lip and waited.
After only a short pause, Luc ripped the front of her top open and tore through her bra. The material shredded under his strength and hung down from her shoulders. His eyes went to her tits, round and heaving with her breath. She wanted to feel his rough palms work them, his fingers twisting at her nipples, but he didn’t touch her.
After several agonizing moments, she opened her mouth to speak, but he held a finger up to her lips. She nipped at it, tried to suck it into her mouth, but he smiled and pulled it back before she could get what she wanted. She let out a small disappointed moan and he went to work on her jeans.
He snapped the button off and yanked the zipper down. Without even a shred of gentleness, he pushed the jeans over her hips and down to her feet, leaving them around her ankles. With a disappointed frown, he eyed her panties, then reached in to rip them clear off her body.
She was exposed to him, though her clothes were still hanging from her, and he took his time inspecting what she had to offer. When she tried to step out of the jeans, he stopped her, his mouth curling into a crooked half-smile.
“No. Stay that way.”
She didn’t resist, as she normally might have. Ronnie was a take no shit kind of girl and she usually took the lead in the bedroom. But with Luc, she was willing to step back and see where he would go.
Several long moments later, Luc reached out for a thick handful of Ronnie’s hair and used it to pull her face to him. His kiss was forceful and demanding, and she met him with equal aggression. His grip on her hair was painful, but she loved every bit of it. Ronnie had no trouble appreciating a little pain-pleasure play, not that she’d ever taken it too far.
But with Luc, she might just consider it.
Her hands came up to tangle in his hair, but he pushed them down, and pinned them at her sides. His mouth slid down her neck and nibbled along the sensitive flesh, then found its way to her swollen tits. He kissed, licked, and gently bit, in circles around her nipples, never getting too close to the aching tips.
Trying to free her arms, she struggled, wanting to grab his head and force it where she wanted it, but he refused to release her. His strength won out.
“Luc…” Her voice was breathy and dripped with need. “Please.”
“Please what?” he asked looking up from between her tits.
“You know what.”
“I do. But you are going to tell me what you want, or I am not going to give it to you.”
Ronnie struggled more and tried to free her legs from the jeans holding her ankles together. “Ugh!”
Luc smiled against her skin and flicked his tongue over her a few times. “Tell… me… what… you… want.” He paused between each word, enunciating clearly, taking too much amusement from her frustration.
“I want your mouth on my nipple.”
Luc put his mouth over her nipple and waited.
“Luc!”
“Be specific, love,” he said, his words vibrating against her skin and sending shivers straight to her pussy.
She tried to free herself once more and failed, then banged her head into the wall with a grunt. “Fine. I want you to lick and bite it. One side, then the other. I want your hot mouth on me, all of me, down my belly, between my legs, on my clit. I want you to keep going until I can’t take anymore. How’s that?”
“It’s a start.” Luc smiled up at her, then did exactly as she asked. His tongue swirled circles around one tight nipple, wetting it, then sucked it hard. Then he scraped his teeth across the tip, then bit down on the surrounding area until she cried out. He released her hands, allowing her to fist his hair roughly as he moved on to the other side.
Ronnie squirmed and panted, her body begging for more, as he licked down her belly. Again, she tried to wriggle out of her jeans, but he stopped her, shaking his head against her stomach. She was growing more frustrated by the second and he was loving every bit of it.
After passing her belly button, he looked up, meeting her gaze. Her eyes were slits, only making out his face through her lashes. She was too tired and stressed to fight him anymore. She relented, giving herself up to him. It was exactly what he’d wanted. She could tell from the smile before his face disappeared to finish giving her everything she’d asked for.
He licked down past the strip of hair, over her swollen lips, running his tongue over the length of her. She tried to spread her legs, giving him better access, but the jeans kept her from giving him more than an inch or two. He wasn’t about to let that stop him and he wasn’t allowing her out of the restrictive clothes either. Luc pressed his face into her, his nose bumping her clit, his tongue dipping into her for some of her sweet cream.
He hummed against her swollen flesh. “Mmm, so good.”
Ronnie felt her legs shake and threaten to give out, but he slipped a hand behind her ass to hold her in place, pressing her into his face harder. She wasn’t sure how he could breathe in that position, but she didn’t really care either.
With a few quick flicks of his tongue, Luc had her moaning , slumped forward, letting him support her as she stood. He pulled her clit into his mouth, clamping down just hard enough with his lips, and alternated between sucking and licking the swollen nub. She was getting close fast, in desperate need of release, but he had other plans.
At the last second before the point of no return, Luc released her clit and finally allowed her out of her jeans. Actually, he pulled them off of her, because her legs were jelly by that point. She wanted to complain that he’d stopped, pull his face back into her, but she couldn’t find the words. Instead, she just looked at him with a stupid pout and waited to see what would come next.
Hopefully, it would be her.
Luc unbuttoned his shirt quickly and tossed it on the floor with her bag. He then tossed her over his shoulder and headed toward the living room. She thought about directing him to the bedroom, but the living room was closer, and she didn’t want to wait.
For the first time, she noticed the outline of a large tattoo that spanned almost the entirety of his back. It looked like a set of wings, but she couldn’t be sure in the dark.
Once in the living room, he dropped her down on the sofa and pushed the coffee table out of his way. Before she could even sit up, his face was buried between her thighs once again.
Luc’s mouth was just about the most heavenly thing on Earth. Although it might have been a close tie with his enormous cock, which she was hoping to be sampling very soon.
He licked up her with long, slow strokes, from the base of her asshole to the top of her clit. She shivered each time he went over the swollen nub and reached down to hold his head in place, trying to keep him where she needed it most. But he wasn�
��t having it. Luc grabbed her wrists, and once again, restrained her. He was going to take his time with her, whether she liked it or not.
She wiggled her hips, trying to force his mouth to stay in place, and groaned when he laughed, continuing his slow tease. With each stroke up, she inched closer to release, but he kept her teetering on the edge.
“Oh, you’re the devil,” she groaned out between gritted teeth.
Luc’s head popped up with a crooked smile. “Baby, you have no idea.”
With that, he rammed two fingers into her and sucked down hard on her clit, flicking his tongue over it with each pull. It was almost painful, but she couldn’t get enough. Within seconds, she was screaming his name as her juices coated his face with her release.
Catching her breath was out of the question. Luc yanked her up by her hair and had her flipped over on all fours with her ass sticking out at him. She hadn’t even realized he’d taken off the rest of his clothes when he was ramming into her from behind.
That position stretched her in ways her body hadn’t been used to for far too long. And Luc was big, so damn big, that she thought he would split her down the middle. He slammed into her hard, pushing her face into the back of the sofa so she couldn’t catch a breath until he pulled back. Push in, pull back, they fell into a rhythm with her taking gasps of air between. Every thrust was like a mini-orgasm, making breathing the lowest priority at that point.
With one hand, Luc grabbed the back of Ronnie’s hair and used it to anchor him to her, like reigns, as he rode her into orgasmic oblivion. She would have let him tie a leash around her throat if it meant he kept fucking her like that.
And Ronnie was not a leash kind of girl.
She was filled completely by him, stretched beyond capacity, and the sensations radiated from inside her pussy over her entire body. She clenched tighter around him and lost all sense of reality as she spiraled into orgasm once again. He groaned, a painful, strangled cry, and dug his nails into her hip. It almost felt like he grew even thicker, though that couldn’t have been possible. With one more hard thrust, he let go of her hair and released inside her.
The last thing Ronnie remembered before Luc carried her to her bed and draped her blanket over her, was the delicious ache between her legs that would remind her the whole next day how thoroughly she’d been fucked.
No sooner had her eyes closed, she was dreaming. Massive white birds with sprawling wings soared above the skies, capturing her full attention. An even larger black bird joined the mix and flew between the white birds. It’s elegant black wings took her breath away before it dove down right for her. She should have been afraid, but she wasn’t. As it wrapped its wings around her protectively, she felt safer than she’d ever felt.
It was probably the best she’d ever slept in her entire life.
***
“Are you going to make hanging out here all the time a habit?” Luc stood in the doorway looking over Azrael sprawled out on his sofa watching TV like he owned the place. Being in the bar was one thing, but Luc’s own personal space was an entirely different thing.
Az shrugged. “Maybe. I like it here.”
“What is that you’re watching… Ancient Aliens?” Luc chuckled and slumped down into the recliner.
“It’s actually not bad. This episode is about angels. They have quite a bit to say about you.”
“Is that so?” Luc raised an eyebrow and pretended to be interested.
“This guy with the crazy hair said you were maligned, just misinterpreted by history. In fact, he thinks you were actually the good angel, trying to help Adam and Eve gain knowledge about the world.”
“Those two.” Luc snorted. “What a couple of whining, ungrateful, children. I never should have gotten involved with them.”
“How about the apple story?” Az laughed and pulled himself upright on the sofa. “Humans come up with the strangest stories.”
“Regardless, I was the good angel. Now I’m the fun one. I like that role much better. So what are you really doing here, Az?”
“Cant a guy come to spend time with his favorite brother?” Az shot him the puppy dog face that worked on everyone so well. Luc was above it for sure, but he wouldn’t push Az to talk until he was ready. Until then, he’d try to play the gracious brother.
“Since I’m your favorite brother, how about you do me a favor?” Luc leaned forward and developed the plan in his mind before he clued Az in on it.
“Exactly what does this favor entail? Because I do have a life, you know? The last time you asked me for a favor, it ended up taking three years and cost me a few good friendships.” Azrael rolled off the sofa and headed for the tequila. “Not that I won’t help you out either way, but I’d like to know what I’m getting myself into first.”
“And by friendships, you mean opportunities to get laid?”
“That's irrelevant and completely semantics.”
Luc wasn't about to argue that with his brother. He knew what Az was like and he accepted him as he was. That was probably the reason Luc liked him best, though he’d never tell him that. Az didn’t judge Luc the way their other siblings did. Luc could be himself and Az would be right there behind him the whole way.
“Tomorrow is court for Ronnie, for the assault case.” Luc sat forward and rested his elbows on his knees.
“And attempted homicide.” Az kept his face straight and Luc ignored his comment.
“I’m confident things will go our way. So the next task to take on will be getting her siblings returned to her.”
“Are you sure that’s even wise? The girl is a ticking time bomb waiting to go off… again. I realize you have taken a liking to her, and you feel sorry for the children, but maybe they are better off with a normal family.”
“First of all, those kids won’t end up with a normal family. We both know what the foster care system is like for older kids. They will either be split up and sent to third-rate homes with fifteen kids a piece, or they will remain in the group home. And I don’t think I need to tell you what those places are like. Second, I’ve gotten to know Ronnie enough to know that she cares greatly for those children. She isn’t going to win sister of the year any time soon, but I honestly believe there is no better place for them, than with her.”
Luc joined Az for some tequila and downed a double.
“Are you going to help me, or not?”
“Of course I’ll help. You know how I feel about what she did, but if it means that much to you, I’m in. Besides, she’s kind of growing on me.”
The two clanked glasses and polished off another round. Luc had his issues with Az, but he knew he could count on him when it mattered. It was probably the reason he put up with him dropping in unannounced so often. Even if he was a major pain in the ass most of the time.
It had actually been Az that convinced Luc to get his law degree in the first place. Az was the one with the true interest, but Luc thought it would be fun, and it was. Now though, he was glad he’d done it. He could have found someone else to help Ronnie, but he felt better knowing that he would be the one in control.
Assault and attempted homicide was exactly the kind of case Luc was meant for. He was the devil after all. It was his job to dish out the final punishment for all humans, so it only seemed appropriate that he be the one to defend her in court for the charges.
She wasn’t innocent. Luc wasn’t going to delude himself into thinking it, but she did deserve another chance. She was a good woman underneath all that anger and she had good intentions. She just needed a shove in the right direction. And Luc could provide said shove.
Child custody however, was a whole other story. Azrael was the good angel. At least by their father’s standards. So it made more sense that he be the one to handle that side of the case. If anyone could find the good in a person and show it to the world, it was going to be Azrael. Not that Michael or Gabriel couldn’t do a decent job, but Az was just a step above.
Luc had complete faith in his b
rother.
He just wasn’t so sure Ronnie would feel the same way.
***
“This is good, right? Dismissing the case means it’s over, doesn’t it?” Ronnie looked to Luc with wide eyes.
“Yes and no. It’s been dismissed for lack of evidence, but if they were to get evidence in the future, they could always drag you back in here.” Luc stuffed folders and a notepad into his briefcase and stood. “But that isn’t going to happen. The video recording they had of you going into the alley right before the victim, mysteriously disappeared. Plus, he couldn’t identify you from the photo array. So you should be clear.”
“Oh my God, Luc. Thank you so much.” She jumped up and threw herself onto him with a choke-hold around the throat.
“Leave him out of it.” He peeled her arms off his neck and placed her on her feet. “You need to watch it though. The cop who arrested you seems to have a hard-on for you. I don’t think she is going to let this go so easily.”
Ronnie nodded, barely able to contain her smile, and not really listening to him. She was practically bouncing in place. This was the first good news she’d had in a while and it was almost too much to believe.
“When can I pick up the kids?”
Luc frowned. “I’m afraid it’s not that easy.”
“What do you mean?” Ronnie froze, her lips slightly parted and her eyes wide. Whatever he was saying couldn't be true. This was the first good news she’d had in too long and now it felt as if the rug was being pulled out from under her.
“Once social services gets involved, things get a little sticky. We have to petition the court to get a hearing and hope the judge agrees that they should be returned to you. It can take time and there are no guarantees.”
“No.” Ronnie slumped down into her chair as the courtroom emptied around them. “I need them back.”
So much for good news.
She should have known better than to believe things could actually go her way.