by S K
Angel noticed how wet she was. "You like that don't you?"
"Yes..."
With his free hand, he pulled her up until she was on her hands and knees then placed a hand on her lower back to push her down until her head rested on the pillow. Carefully withdrawing his finger, he opened her pussy lips with his tongue and began eating her out from behind. Angel tongue fucked her using slow, steady rhythmic licks before wrapping his mouth around her clitoris.
“Mmmm…” His moan vibrated against her tender pearl as he sucked it into his mouth.
“Ohh shit…” Nikki whispered, squirming and feeding him her pussy.
Angel's tongue never stopped moving. He wanted as much of her sweetness as he could get, taking his time and teasing her to an orgasm instead of rushing her to one. He relaxed his tongue against her stiff clit then repeatedly circled it with the tip, barely touching her quivering flesh. As Nikki’s moans grew louder, he moved faster until she exploded again.
While she was still trembling from the aftershocks, Angel slid underneath her, never losing contact with her center until he was lying flat on his back. He opened his mouth wide and tongued her with a lover’s urgent kiss. Grabbing her hips, he positioned her until she straddled his face.
Nikki glanced down at him as she rode his tongue then threw her head back, twisting her hips in a slow, figure eight pattern. She could feel another orgasm hovering. It was right there. She was so close.
"Angel...pleeeaaase!"
Nikki brought her hands to her breasts, squeezing and caressing them. No one had ever done the things Angel did to her. He was turning her out, introducing her to her inner freak and she loved it. She grinded her hips in concentrated circles, winding her hips faster and faster.
“Baby…I’m getting ready to cum…Angel! Oh GOD!" Nikki's mouth dropped open, not daring to breathe seconds before her pussy muscles contracted and gripped his tongue, her essence raining down into his waiting mouth. She came long and hard. Angel lapped up every bit, telling her how creamy she was, how delicious she tasted.
After he milked every drop of her honeyed goodness, he finally showed mercy and pulled his lips from hers. Nikki fell forward completely satisfied.
Angel gently lifted her up and placed her on the bed. His lids were heavy as he watched her lying on her stomach, writhing and trying to catch her breath. The fingertips that trailed over her neck were feathery light, barely skimming along her skin. He continued the sensual path on down to the small of her back, causing her to arch and undulate under his touch. Once he got to her ass, his journey didn't stop. Taking the road less traveled, his fingers slipped between the plump globes, gliding along that tight virgin area. Soon, he planned on exploring her there, too.
Angel resumed his position behind her, pulling her hips up in the air again. He nudged his swollen dickhead against her entrance, feeling the moist heat that greeted him. “You know this is mine.”
It wasn’t a question but Nikki nodded. "Yes. Baby, please don't make me wait any longer." She looked over her shoulder with an expression that almost made him unleash every drop of his pleasure right then and there. "I want it so bad, baby. Been thinking about it all night."
Unable to deny either of them any longer, he took her hips in his hands and proceeded to fuck her like a man possessed. They'd grown to anticipate each other's moods. Sometimes they liked it slow and gentle sometimes they liked it fast and hard…like now.
His name fell from her lips repeatedly as he took her with a relentless vigor. The sweet punishment was so good. Tears rolled down Nikki's face as she climaxed. Weak from the intensity of the orgasm, she collapsed onto the bed, but Angel didn't stop. Placing a hand on either side of her head, his thrusts gained momentum. His own release only seconds away, Angel impaled her with several more deep strokes before his body tensed.
“Nikkkkiiii…”
Closing his eyes in ecstasy, Angel’s body convulsed sharply as the spasms of pleasure crashed through him like an earthquake. His body shook as his seed poured into her until he was spent. Lowering himself onto her back, still trembling, he held her tight.
“Nikki, Nikki, Nikki…" His voice was a low, deep whisper in her ear. “I love you. Do you know that?”
Nikki nodded and bit her lip to stop the trembling. “I love you just as much.”
Nuzzling his face in her neck, Angel scooped her hair out of her face and kissed her cheek before rolling to his side and pulling her into his arms. Sighing in contentment, Nikki rested her cheek on his chest and slipped her arm around his waist.
"Angel?"
"Mm?"
Nikki closed her eyes trying to gather the courage to say the words she needed to speak. She'd intended to tell him the moment he got home, that's why she asked him to call her so that she could be prepared. But when he did wake her, every thought vanished from her mind except wanting him to make love to her.
The hand that had been caressing her back in a slow, lazy fashion suddenly stilled. Angel frowned when she remained quiet. "Nik?"
Her silence made him sit up and turn the lamp on. His eyes roamed over every inch of her face before searching her eyes. "Nicole, what's wrong?"
She reached for his hand and laced their fingers. "Do you realize tonight is the first time you told me you loved me?"
Angel's expression grew even more perplexed. "Yes. But you knew I did."
"Did you mean it?"
"Nicole…"
"Did you?"
Exhaling roughly, Angel struggled to keep his impatience in check. "Yes. I meant it. I love you."
Nikki's lips pressed together as she stared at their intertwined fingers. She brought them to her heart and held them there, letting the palpitations beat against his palm. Lifting her eyes to his, she slid his hand over her breasts until it rested on her stomach.
"I love you too. And I love your baby with every part of my soul."
Puzzlement stayed on Angel's face before it was replaced with a look of subtle suspicion. His eyes whipped down to his hand covering her stomach before staring at her with a stone-faced expression. "What are you saying?"
Fear entered Nikki's eyes as doubt took hold. Had she read him wrong? Was he angry?
"I'm pregnant," she whispered. When Angel's chest expanded with the deep breath he took, she hurried to continue. "I...I took a pregnancy test yesterday and it came out positive. I still didn't believe it so I took two freaking more. When the result was the same I called my doctor this morning and she worked me in." Nikki shook her head, still somewhat in shock. "I mean, I don't know how. I'm on the pill, and-"
"How far along?"
Nikki swallowed nervously. “A month.”
Angel's mind quickly did the calculations. "You got pregnant the first time we made love."
Now looking downright miserable, Nikki nodded. She hadn't exactly expected him to jump for joy, but...
She mentally interrupted that thought because yes, that's exactly what she'd expected. Maybe a little shocked at first, surprised the same as she was when Dr. Carter gave her the results. But minutes later, she'd felt nothing but pure happiness and love for their child.
"Angel, I want you to know I didn't plan this. I told the doctor what I just told you, I took my pills faithfully, so…"
She abruptly stopped talking when he took his hand off her stomach and got out of bed. Nikki sat up and curled her knees to her chest. Frowning, she watched him go to his bureau to get some clothes. Realizing he was getting dressed to leave, she rested her cheek on her bent knees and looked away. There was no way she could watch him walk out on her as if she meant nothing to him, and she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry. Her tears would wait until he was gone.
Chapter 16
How had she misjudged him so? Nikki sniffed and angrily wiped the stubborn tears that just refused to be kept at bay. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him come around the bed. When he just stood there watching her, she raised disillusioned, furious eyes.
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bsp; "What are you waiting on? Just leave."
"It's my condo. I don't have to go anywhere.”
Gasping at his callousness, Nikki forgot the hurt and focused on what a selfish son of a bitch he was. She threw the covers back and hopped out of bed. "Fine! I'll go! You are such an ass!"
Angel's arm curled around her waist when she tried to go around him. Nikki shoved him hard in the chest, livid when that didn't move him. "Let me go! I'll raise this baby myself! I…"
"Marry me."
His words had the effect of ice cold water being thrown on her feverish emotions. She blinked up at him with wide eyes before her mouth twisted in a mutinous frown and her brows slashed downwards. "No. I don't need you to marry me out of a sense of responsibility, Angelo LaCroix. So you can just take your half-assed proposal and shove it up your arrogant…"
"Nicole..." Angel held up a black, square velvet box and opened it. "Marry me."
Nikki's eyes stretched wide as she stared at the ring. The huge, rectangular cut canary yellow diamond was flawless and winked at her mischievously as if the joke was on her. It was surrounded by a bed of sparkling baguette diamonds, giving it an overall exquisite, fiery effect that left Nikki speechless. She brought her hands up and covered her mouth, finally looking up at Angel, shaking her head in disbelief.
Angel took the ring out and tossed the box on the bed behind her before taking her left hand in his. "Marry me," he repeated.
Dropping the hand still covering her mouth, Nikki nodded and replied in an awe filled whisper, "Yes."
A flash of relief appeared in Angel's face for the briefest of moments, telling Nikki he wasn’t as cool and confident about her answer as he projected. She smiled when he slipped the ring on her finger then framed her face in his hands.
"I'd planned on asking you to marry me anyway, Nik." Angel placed his hand over her flat stomach which would soon be swollen with his seed. "You having my son makes it even more perfect."
Nikki's hand covered his. "What makes you think it's a boy?"
Angel laughed. "I just know. Trust me."
"Are you sure you're okay with it? You're not mad? I thought…"
"I know what you thought, baby, and I'm sorry I upset you. It's just that my first thought was to get this damn ring on your finger." Angel kneeled down in front of her and placed his hands at her waist as he gently kissed her stomach and rested his face against it. "Am I mad about you being pregnant with my child? You've just given me something I thought I'd never have. Why would I be mad at that?"
Stroking his hair, tears sprang to Nikki's eyes. In a moment of clarity, she realized exactly what this meant to Angel. She knew how much he missed and loved the family he'd had when he was younger. When they became estranged, he had no one, not even Dominick until recently. She was his family now and their baby was his blood. They belonged to him. He told her he was working to legitimize his businesses, and she had to trust and believe that would happen, especially now. She didn't want to live in fear of losing him to the streets or the legal system, no matter how much he reassured her everything would be okay. She wouldn’t be able to bear either circumstance if that ever happened.
"I love you so much Angelo," she whispered still running her hand over his soft hair.
Angel stood up and kissed her softly. They climbed back in the bed, talking and making plans for their wedding and their baby. Nikki eagerly agreed when he suggested they get married in the Caribbean. He'd purchased a small island there years ago, close to where his mother was born and raised before she migrated to the states.
Neither of them wanted to wait. Nikki planned on calling her family within the next couple of days and telling them she and Angel were getting married, something she wasn’t looking forward to. Her parents had been good friends with the Spains and remembered Angel well. They knew about the life he'd chosen to lead and how Dominick had innocently gotten caught up in Angel's illegal activities and spent the better part of his youth behind bars because he refused to testify against his brother. They also blamed Angel for getting their son involved in the streets. Jacoby had chosen his own path, but they chose to deal with his loss by blaming someone else, and that someone was Angel.
When Nikki asked Angel if he was going to invite Dominick, she noticed his hesitation and knew exactly what he was thinking. Deep down inside, he still had a fear of Dom being exposed to enemies who would use him to get to Angel. However, Dominick had told him many times, they would stand together as brothers against anything that threatened them as a family, no matter who or what it was.
"Angel, it's time to lower some of your walls. I'd like our wedding to be the start of that. Please?"
The soft denial for that one request was on the tip of his tongue; old instincts died hard, but Angel found himself agreeing with her. As Nikki snuggled contentedly in his arms, he wondered how she'd entered his world such a short while ago and succeeded in changing his life. He smiled and shook his head. Was this how their marriage was going to be? All Nikki had to do was bat her beautiful eyes at him and he found himself going along with whatever she wanted. Talk about new experiences.
Angel didn't doze off until a hint of dawn began to show outside his window. He'd lain there thinking about his parents...his mother especially. Before things became unbearably strained between them, she'd made him promise to turn his life around and be the man she knew he could be.
Closing his eyes, he exhaled softly. Nikki reminded him of his mother in so many ways. Funny how the love of a good woman could make even the worst of men want to do right.
Chapter 17
"Damn. Now this is fuckin' livin'." Marcus Bennett looked at Dominick and grinned. "Your brother is that dude, huh man? First class all the way."
"That's what I'm talkin' 'bout, Marcus." Darrell Monroe's gray eyes twinkled as he glanced around their luxurious surroundings. "Private jet to get us here. This fly ass yacht to transport us to a private island he owns? Shiiit. I wanna be like him when I grow up."
Dominick laughed at his two friends. He looked out at the crystal clear blue water lapping gently behind the yacht that glided along smoothly taking them to their destination. "Yeah, my brother definitely plays as hard as he works, but he's had to sacrifice a lot, you feel me? The price he pays for this kind of lifestyle is too high for my blood."
"I hear ya, man," Marcus added somberly. "I don't know much more than what you've told us about him, but I'd have to pass too. It's bad enough having to watch out for people fuckin' with you for no reason. I can't imagine having to live like this all the time." Marcus' eyes wandered to the two men standing on the top level of the luxury yacht. They were imposing figures who'd introduced themselves as part of Mr. LaCroix's security team. Both were dressed identically in conservative black suits and dark glasses that shaded their eyes.
"Yeah." Darrell followed Marcus' gaze. "I remember the number of men Angel had guarding his home that time we had to go there to ask for his help. Had enough security to rival the secret service."
They were quiet for a moment as they remembered that night from a year ago. Marcus and Darrell didn't find out until after they left the huge mansion that the man lounging by the indoor pool was Dom's brother. It had taken Angel less than twenty-four hours to find the woman blackmailing Dom and Keisha. He'd cleared her house of anything connecting her to Keisha, and as far as the woman's family was concerned, she'd taken a sudden trip and no one had heard from her since. The men sincerely hoped they weren't still waiting...Angel had taken care of Rochelle permanently.
Dom leaned back against the rails and looked at Darrell. "How's Jerra? She okay about coming here?"
Darrell winced as he glanced towards the front end of the yacht where their wives were sitting. "To be honest, Dom, she says she's alright, but I'm not sure."
"Coming to the Caribbean has to bring up unpleasant memories for her, D. No way around that. But she knows how much you love her and your family." Marcus gave Darrell a reassuring slap on the shoulder.
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br /> "Yeah, but she also has to be thinking about how much I hurt her." Darrell stared at his wife, distracted and thoughtful.
Several months earlier, he and Jerra had gone through a bad period. They'd literally came to a crossroads in their marriage, and Darrell took the path that could've ruined their lives beyond repair. While Marcus and his wife Aleesha were in Aruba celebrating their wedding anniversary, Marcus spotted a woman from Darrell's past who both men thought was dead. The woman, Roni, had been very special to Darrell at one time, someone he thought he would spend the rest of his life with. Six years prior, she'd been the target of unspeakable violence and taken bullets meant for him. Later that night, she'd flatlined and died, or so Darrell thought.
In actuality, she'd been whisked out of the country by her cousin, who Darrell considered a close friend at one time. Doctors had been flown in to do what physicians in the states deemed impossible, and that was what saved Roni's life. Bryan, Roni's cousin admitted a friend of theirs more or less took care of everything, but Bryan refused to reveal anything about him.
Marcus called Darrell to tell him that he'd spotted Roni alive and well on the island of Aruba. Even knowing how much it would hurt Jerra, Darrell left immediately to confront Roni about why she'd let him continue to believe she was dead all these years. It took a minute for he and Jerra to find their way back to each other after that, but since then, things had been better than ever.
"What about you, Darrell?" Dom asked. "I know you haven’t talked to Roni, but it has to be a crazy feeling knowing you're only a boat ride from where she lives. You a'ight with that?"
"Hell yeah. Like I told y'all, Roni is my past. I'll always care about her, but Jerra is my baby. She's my wife, the mother of my child...my everything. No other woman will ever come close to that."
The three men bumped fists and nodded. Marcus and Dom could definitely relate to that because they felt the same way about their own wives.