His Angel: The Angel Trilogy Book One

by Kimberly Blalock

  “Get in,” Evan opens the rear passenger seat door

  I huff as I slide onto the leather. Evan closes the door and walks around to the driver’s side. A smile emerges from the open door.

  Ok so I’m not going to lie his bad boy bossiness is kind of a turn on. I won’t say that out loud though.

  Evan slides in next to me and the wave of air that breezes throughout the rover just as he closes the door has his scent wrapping around me. What is it about an amazing scent that has ever nerve ending at attention? I don’t know what it is, but I love it.

  Evan’s hand is sitting on his right thigh and his leg nervously bounces up and down. I wonder if he is actually nervous or if this is just something that he does.

  I was so busy watching Evan out of the corner of my eye I hadn’t noticed Amy talking about what had just taken place in the club.

  “WHAT. THE. HELL?” Amy asks with her voice elevated a few octaves.

  “Do you have ANY idea who that is?” Evan’s voice is hard.

  “What? I didn’t do anything wrong guys, I’m a grown ass woman and DO NOT need permission to hang out with a man!” I yell right back as I lean to my right putting some space in between us.

  I’m pissed, but I did get a creepy vibe from that guy so I kind of understand what they are so upset about. Regardless of how I feel about him though, it doesn’t give them the right to talk to me like this.

  I didn’t do anything for them to talk to me like I’m some sort of child and who the hell do they think they are?

  “Well? Who the hell is he?” I hiss.

  “He’s Donovan fucking Damassi, his father was a crime boss before he was murdered.” Amy speaks when no one else does turning herself around to glare at me.

  “I’m not hearing you say that he’s a crime boss though.” I don’t like it when people compare me to my genius parents and I don’t think it’s fair that they blame him for something his father did. “Just because his dad was a bad guy doesn’t make him a bad guy.” I glare back.

  “You don’t know this man. You need to stay away from him. Promise me you will stay away from him,” Amy begs.

  “Why did we go to a club that he owns if you freaks are so scared of him?” This makes absolutely no sense to me.

  “Abby, he doesn’t approach random women. He usually has them brought in from outside sources,” Evan answers.

  “Whores!” Amy snickers.

  I’m kind of snickering quietly to myself over Amy’s comment when Evan slides his hand to my left leg where my hand is sitting. All of the butterfly moments I’ve had in my life attack at the same time his hand takes possession of mine. Nerves, butterflies, and I really don’t know what else this is. The feelings that I instantly feel when he makes contact with me are so foreign that I find myself unable to explain them.

  “We haven’t ever really thought about the fact that he owns it because he’s never had any interaction with us, I guess.” Dom shrugs. I’m quiet the whole way home and no one else speaks either.

  We arrive to my apartment I walk in and throw my clutch and keys on the couch. I continue to the bathroom, stepping out of my hooker clothes and start the water for a hot bath.

  I lie surrounded by the suds with my eyes closed, remembering the kiss from two different men in one night that lingers on my lips. This is the first time I have been kissed since Marco.

  “Marco.” I sigh.

  I don’t understand what he can be doing. He has told me he doesn’t even have family in Brazil. I cry, wondering why he would leave me, maybe for another woman. Of course it is another woman. She’s probably rolling out of his bed wearing only a sheet right this minute. The tears swell in my eyes and break through my protective hold.

  I cover my face with my weak hands. All the work I have put into suppressing the controlling urge to crawl in bed and cry for the rest of my life is breaking like a twig. The floodgates open and I can’t stop it.

  Evan

  “We’re leaving, take care of my girl. But, if you fuck with her I will kill you. Got it?” Amy says.

  I like this girl. Because I think she actually would kill me if I hurt Abby. I smile.

  “Got it,” I answer. “Alright bro, give me a call and let me know what’s up,” I say to Dominic as we fist bump.

  “Definitely bro. Come on sexy,” Dom says as he smacks Amy on the ass hard as hell.

  “Shit! How would you like it if I did that to you?” Amy screams.

  “Woman you know you like it rough.” Dom snickers.

  “Really Dom? Really? You gonna put it out there like that huh? Bye Evan I’m going to go kick Dom’s ass now.”

  Dom and Amy walk out the door and I walk into the kitchen to hunt for a bottled water.

  I twist the lid on the bottle and sit on the couch. I can’t believe that shit just went down. That girl attracts the worst of the worst. Shit!

  My phone rings. “Yea?”

  “Well that was fun,” Natalia says sarcastically. “Didn’t mean to cause you any trouble earlier though. Did she get pissed that you were talking to another woman?” Natalia continues.

  “Nah all’s good. This is just a first date after all.”

  “Ha, yea for her it is, but for you it’s a sweet dream come true eh. Was it everything you hoped it would be?”

  “It’s not over yet.” I smirk.

  “Ok good. I was really worried,” she sighs. “I’m sitting in a dark alley by the way. I think I’m going to have to start charging you more for my impeccable services,” Natalia says with a little bit of sarcasm and playfulness. It’s just her way.

  “I’d pay it too. You deliver.” Just as I finish my statement I hear something from the bathroom. “I gotta go Nat.” I quickly end the call.

  I walk to the bathroom door and hear her cry.

  FUCK!

  She makes my fucking heart hurt and I have never had that happen before. So sweet and innocent. She isn’t the party girl that Amy is and I know going to that piece of shit club is probably way outside of her comfort zone.

  I wanted to take her the fuck out of there, every douchebag in that place was watching her, but she doesn’t know me like I know her and I couldn’t risk freaking her out the way I know Damassi did.

  My hand rests on the doorknob. I want her so fucking bad. I can still feel the touch of her soft skin on my hands. I have never known that feeling before. I’ve waited so long for this moment and it’s finally here.

  The door opens and Abby stands there, her hair dripping wet and a towel hanging from her small body. I need to touch her. I need to show her so many things, things I’m not even sure that I know myself.

  Chapter Five

  Abby

  I’m in the tub shriveling up like a prune until the water becomes cold. I let the water out to run down the drain and grab the towel that hangs on the wall. I’m so exhausted from crying I don’t have the energy to dry myself off. With water dripping off of my hair and body, I open the door and there stands Evan, tall, dark, and dangerous.

  He’s dangerous for me in this moment. I want to connect, but this is going to end badly. Badly is the only way this can end.

  “Abby?” His warm hand reaches up to my face. “Are you ok? I heard you crying.”

  “What do you care Evan? Isn’t there a hot, dark-haired woman at the club you would rather talk to?” Ok so I’m totally being a bitch. He was only talking to her and we had a great time after and he isn’t my man. I’m just being sensitive I guess.

  “Abby, there isn’t anyone anywhere that I want more than I want you right now.

  In this moment I could go to my room and cry until I can’t breathe or I can live for the now. Live in it with this beautiful man. As soon as he sees the broken crumbling Abby he will leave. Of that I am most certain.

  He searches my face, but I am too numb to answer his earlier question, there are no answers for me to give. I am hollow, empty, and tired of being alone. I can’t swallow the lump in my throat.

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nbsp; “Tell me what you’re feeling, Abby.”

  I can’t speak, I try, but the words won’t come out. I want this man in front of me, more than that I need him; on me, in me, around me. I need him to drown out the rejection.

  “Abby, I need to know what you’re feeling.” His face is so perfect, innocent and yet he’s so bad all at the same time. His dimples sit on either side of his cheeks, his bright blue eyes hide so many things, and his lips are plump and wanting. I can’t take my eyes off of his lips. I lick mine in response.

  “Amy went to Dom’s and I told her I would stay and look after you.”

  So we’re alone? Every thought leaves my head in that very second. I reach for his face letting my towel fall from my body. He stares at me questionably, but I still don’t have the answers. He reaches for my hips pulling me to him. His hands are hot and wanting. I’m ice cold and I need his warmth; I crave it, on me, in me.

  His lips meet mine with gentle force that commands me to reciprocate. I run my hands through his hair wanting to lose myself in him.

  “Are you sure? Please... tell me you’re sure!” His demand is so sexy. His lips barely leave mine as he speaks.

  “I need this, I so want this,” I breathe in his mouth. Please don’t hurt me.

  His hands leave my hips lightly rubbing across my back, pulling me into his heat. In one fell swoop he picks me up in his arms, cupping my ass in the warmth of his hands and carries me through the doorway of my bedroom.

  Evan very gently sits me down on my queen size bed. I lie there, exposed and raw for this man. I stare up at him wanting every inch of him. He searches my face for an eternity, slowly gripping his white t-shirt from the bottom, exposing the V just above the lip of his jeans, and then brings the t-shirt over his roughly defined, tanned abs.

  Oh my!

  The area between my thighs aches, my nipples harden. I haven’t been touched in such a very long time, and even when I had been touched, I didn’t feel like this.

  I become confused. I can’t think, not now! I tell myself.

  He throws the t-shirt and it lands on my dresser. Evan reaches for the button on his jeans and slowly pulls them over his tight ass, letting them fall. I close my eyes, gripping my pillow.

  I have never been so ready to be saved from the darkness that lives in my mind and the loneliness that lingers with me every single day of my life.

  He gently crawls onto my bed, placing his arms to my sides. I open my eyes, not looking back. “Make love to me,” I breathe.

  “Abby, I want you so fucking bad.” His lips crush mine, pulling me to him with lust and desire. He hides his face in my throat. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” he says.

  So long? I’ve only known him for one night. Don’t think Abby!

  Our legs entwine with one another’s.

  “I’ve been falling apart for you,” he breathes into my mouth.

  The feeling of being wanted and not rejected is like gold, like air in my lungs for the very first time in my life. His hands caress my body slowly, taking my breast into his possession. His lips leave my mouth so that his tongue can run wild over my hard nipple.

  The pleasure aches, I never want this paradise to end. I reach for his hardness, needing him to be inside of me. He instantly catches both of my hands in one of his and holds them tightly with fierce control. My heart beats against my chest like a drum from the excitement.

  “Don’t...” he whispers, leaving my nipple, heading to my stomach. “I want all of you, all of you, Abby,” he says as his lips meet the aching spot between my thighs.

  “Ahh...” Damn! My mind is already blown. To the fucking moon.

  “That’s it Abby, let it go. I’m taking all of you.” His mouth is so hot and I’m so ready, like this is the first time for me. His body is hard and I want to touch him everywhere, but he won’t let me. Damn it!

  His tongue moves in a swift motion over my aching clit as his fingers slide into my wetness, my hips beg for more. The rush brings me closer.

  “Oh Abby, come for me, I want to hear my name drip from your mouth.”

  He strategically moves his fingers and tongue together in harmony as I crash with an exploding fire bubbling from my core. I grab for his hair screaming his name. I can’t stop and he doesn’t either. I explode again around his fingers tightening myself around him, never wanting to let him go.

  “I need you inside of me now!” I pull him to me, needing him more than ever. His lips meet mine, crushing me with the taste of me on him. “I want to touch you,” I breathe, reaching down to take every inch of him in my hands.

  Oh the size is unexpected and a little scary. He’s wet at the top. The thought that I can turn this god on is exciting to me. I stroke him from top to bottom rubbing his balls with my free hand.

  “Ah... Fuck!” he cries, surprising me, but I can’t stop. I never want to stop.

  He reaches to his side and I hear a foil packet. He fumbles with his large, hard erection placing the condom on.

  “ I’m NEVER letting you go Abby,” he growls as he brings himself to my wetness.

  He brings the head of his cock to my opening and grabs my thighs, throwing them out of his way so he can take me deep. Every inch is wanted as I stretch for him, needing everything he has to offer. I wrap my legs around him and pull his face to mine. He stares at me with a soft expression that scares the shit out of me. I have never seen that look before. The look that says, “You’re mine”.

  “Take me Evan, all of me... Please, I want to feel you, I need to feel you!” I beg.

  He searches my face. “Are you on the pill?” he whispers in my ear, running his tongue down my neck.

  “Yes, are you clean Evan?” I gasp. Holy hell!

  “I’m grade A clean Abby.” He pauses to gently kiss my lips. “I want all of you Abigale. I want to feel you against my hard cock more than you will ever know,” he hisses.

  He wants the contact as badly as I do. No, I want it more.

  He slides the condom off, removing the only barrier between us. He ties it and throws it to the trash can near the window and moves inside of me with ownership. Ownership I need him to take.

  “Oh, fuck,” he hisses.

  He feels hot in my swollen spot, he lifts my ass to push deeper and I take all of him. My nails dig into his shoulders as I hold on for dear life. I’m spinning out of control as he fucks me into oblivion.

  Into absolute oblivion!

  “Good girl!” he growls as my inner sexy girl demands all of him.

  This is the first time I have done this since Marco left and this orgasm is going to destroy me. I come with an uncontrollable burst of pleasure. I scream his name absolutely positive every neighbor I have is getting a show. He pushes harder and harder releasing his own ecstasy with the most erotic groan I have ever heard.

  He pulls me even closer crushing his lips to mine. His body covers me and he’s holding me like his life depends on it. Our breathing slows as we drift off to sleep.

  I open my eyes to the sun beating on my face with its warmth. Quickly remembering what I experienced the night before, a smile of pure satisfaction covers my face.

  I roll over to see the beautiful man that gave me so much more than he can possibly know. He’s gone! My heart sinks as I jump up, looking to my dresser for his t-shirt and it’s gone too. I flop back in my bed with a tear escaping from my emerald eye.

  What did you expect Abby? A knight in shining armor? Yea not likely. Marco didn’t stay why would Evan? I don’t even know him. It would have been nice to have someone that wanted to be with me though.

  I grab my robe, slipping inside the cool satin. I glance to the trash can seeing the leftovers of my pleasure. Both of my eyes give up on holding the tears back now.

  I walk into the bathroom to brush my teeth and run a brush through my lengthy, tangled bed hair. I hear something in the other room as I turn the bathroom light off and remember Amy is in town so I quickly dismiss the noise.

  My life h
as so far consisted of pain and despair; some despair I refuse to share with anyone. I need to have someone close to me to keep the trash in my mind at bay. It is only when I feel whole that the memories aren’t taking me over.

  In the past when going over the edge of the cliff seemed to be my only way out my mother had been there to catch me. Once my father learns that I’m not going to attend medical school there will be absolutely nothing that my mother can do to catch me or maybe I’m just being a spoiled brat. I sigh.

  The coffee is hot and ready thanks to my handy dandy coffee pot timer. I don’t see Amy. Huh, I wonder what that noise was. I pour a cup and head towards the chair next to the large window that overlooks Vernon Fountain.

  I rest my feet on the ottoman tapping my fingernail on the coffee cup. The park is busy and from this view I can see a hundred people gathered around the fountain, throwing their change in and making wishes.

  “I would have followed you anywhere.” A tear falls as I cry. I would have followed Marco anywhere. I would have left everything; for him not to have abandoned me. Now all I have are memories and I don’t want to survive anymore. I grab my phone and text Amy.

  Abby: Where r u?

  Amy: Hey doll, Dom is bringing me home and then we can hang out.

  Abby: K see ya soon.

  I shower and put the, I’m-a-happy-girl face back on. I glance to the clock and it is twelve-twenty-two

  It’s five o’clock somewhere I decide and pour myself a glass of wine. A very large glass.

  My phone rings with an unknown number. My finger slides to the ignore button sending them to voice mail. I’m not ready for the drama at the other end. Maybe after this bottle, I laugh.

  I toss the phone on the ottoman and stare out the window again. I see Amy heading up with her dark bob bouncing around her face.

  “Hey doll…Oh I’ll take one of those,” she says, walking in and pointing her index finger towards the wine on the counter.

  “Someone had fun last night.” This is purely an observation based on the noticeably disheveled clothing.