I eye Monica, knowing she’s a ticking bomb that is ready to go boom.
“What about your girl on the inside?” he asks, referring to Natalia.
He’s the only one that knows about her; He’s the only one I trust. I’m working for the government, but my heart hasn’t been in it for a long time. Abby is the only place my heart finds refuge now. It is full of her and has no room for anything else. I mean, I technically work for them, but I’m only focused on this case because of Abby. I want to give her a fresh start. And I want her to be my fresh start too.
“No, I need her with M.” I shake my head.
“Well I might know of someone you can trust, he’s looking for something, he’s been back from Afghanistan for about a month and has been looking to do some private security. You want me to reach out?” he says as he turns, getting the view of the team.
Monica watches us from her bike and Mad Dog is going through the file planning our next plan A and B no doubt.
“I think she’s waiting for you. Maybe she just needs it one more time. Hell, I’ll make her a happy woman,” Michael says.
“Yeah, if shit were only that simple. Yeah, go ahead and reach out, I want to meet him though,” I say.
“No-doubt,” he agrees.
I adjust my sunglasses. “I got a girl to get back to.”
“Alright bro. Hey, tell Natalia I said hi.” He ends our conversation with a fist bump.
I drive out of the secluded gravel parking lot without even a glance in Monica’s direction. Unfortunately, that’s probably going to cost me big time.
I pull into the secured parking lot of my apartment building. What the hell did he want to drug her for? She’s a helpless girl who loves with her whole heart. Sometimes I wish I never met her, loved her, or needed her.
My heart is safe when it is numb, when all I needed was a good fuck a couple times a week to maintain my ridiculous existence. But now, she’s all I can think about. I worry about everything she does and wonder if that in any way will cause her harm. It’s driving me fucking crazy. Mostly because I don’t know if I’m man enough for her. I need to protect her, but I just want to love her. I want to take her away from here. This infested life she doesn’t know she has been a part of for so long. I wonder if Marco thinks he’s going to come back to the States and claim his prize. I wonder if she would accept his offer. Just another stick to the fire.
I have plenty of money. I should just take her away and start a new life somewhere. But, then I would have to fill her in on the ‘why’. I’m not ready for that yet. I want to be ready for that; I want to go up there right now and tell her. I want to tell her everything, but I’m too selfish for the ‘everything’.
I head into the building after I secure my firearm in my secret hiding spot in the Hummer. I already changed into some jeans before coming home; the last thing I need to do is forget that.
I enter the apartment to an amazing smell. I follow it to the kitchen. Damn I didn’t even know I had food here. I approach, falling under a spell. Abby is standing at the stove stirring something that steams. She’s wearing one of my V-neck t-shirts that fit her tiny frame like a dress. Her hair falls to the side in dark locks. I just started living since this angel has come into my life. I smile as I lean against the countertop.
The way she moves, the way she reaches her soft little hand for the towel, I adore everything she does because it’s perfect, she’s perfect. I slowly and quietly approach, wrapping my hands around her tiny waist. She startles and I pull her into my chest.
“Evan, you scared the shit out of me,” she laughs.
I bend down to place sweet kisses to her neck, I just want to be close to her, to hold her, engulf her into my soul.
“What smells so good?” I ask into her neck.
“Well I thought I would make you something to eat, you being a growing boy and all, but your list of ingredients are…limited. So, I am making spaghetti.” She turns her head to look at me and smiles. Her eyes… Fucking amazing. Abby has already set the table. “Dinner’s ready, let’s eat.” She smiles excitedly.
“This smells amazing and I’m starving.” I smack her on her ass.
“So, Mr. Young. Why don’t you tell me a little bit about yourself? It seems you are really good at detouring this conversation and I feel like I’m getting nowhere with it.”
I want to laugh and tell her that I purposely make sure she doesn’t get far with it, but I can’t of course. She doesn’t know what I am and that’s exactly how it will stay.
“Evan? Seriously, tell me something.” Oh ok so she’s giving me free rein to tell her what I want. Ok, this I can do.
“Well, I am a man that loves spaghetti, well I love your spaghetti.” She laughs as I take another bite. If my mouth is full I won’t be able to talk.
“Yeah you look like a spaghetti man, it’s all over your face.” She smiles that sweet I-want-to-fuck-you smile. When I look at her the memory of the first time I saw her comes flowing back every time. If she could have a halo on her head, she would have.
This is the one girl that is going to crush my existence. I know it’s inevitable, just a matter of time before she walks out of that fucking door with everything I have always wanted and nothing that I deserve.
“So?” she asks, licking her bottom lip.
Damn!
“So what?” I ask, dazed by her sudden need to play dirty.
“What are you going to tell me?” She flusters so easily, I love it.
“The things I want to tell you, I can’t while you’re eating.” She throws a roll at me, hitting me right smack dab on the forehead.
“I’m so sorry!” She throws her hand to her mouth surprised she actually made the shot. An evil grin lurks on my mouth. “No you don’t Mr. Young, not until you tell me something about yourself.”
I don’t have the balls to tell her what I want to tell her. I walk over to the stereo and put on the perfect song. All she needs to know for right now.
“Maroon Five?” she asks.
“Yeah. It Was Always You,” I answer, sitting back down at the table. “Except I need to change the hazel eyes to emerald green.”
Her eyes glisten from the little tear that tries to escape. She doesn’t realize I’ve caught that though; she’s so good at holding back her emotions. She listens to every word as the song hums through the speaker system.
“I love this song,” she sighs as she lifts her wine to her beautiful pouty lips. God I melt for this woman.
“So Ms. Hayes did that song answer any of your questions?” I smile my ridiculous full-dimpled smile used to manipulate the average woman, but I know Abby isn’t the average woman.
“Oh no you don’t. You are not getting out of this so put the brakes on your studness and put that smile away and tell me something…anything.”
“Well I have a crush on this beautiful woman, but I don’t know if she knows it yet.” The look on her face says she isn’t entirely sure I’m talking about her. Little does she know there is no one in this world, but her.
“Oh?” She fidgets with her fork as she suddenly rises from her seat and takes our plates into the kitchen. I follow behind her. “I’ll wash, you rinse and dry.” She throws the towel at me. “Mr. Young you really need a woman’s touch in your kitchen, you’re likely to starve to death.” She laughs.
“Maybe I do. Are you available?” I smile, looking down at the plate she has just handed me.
“I don’t think you can afford me Mr. Young. I hear the top secret jobs don’t pay so well.” Oh little does she know about what I can afford. I’m going to make her a very comfortable woman, but that conversation will come later.
“What about your dad?” That is definitely not someone I want to talk about. The tension is on my lips, in my eyes, and I damn near break the glass in my hand at the mention of my father. She eyes me cautiously now, I’m scaring her. I never want to scare her.
“He lives in D.C. We don’t…have a relationship.”
She turns towards me, full of regret for asking the question. I want to tell her everything; I just can’t, not yet.
I dry my hand and place it to her amazing cheek, soft, and warm.
“I’m sorry, I just want to know everything I can,” she whispers.
“You know…something occurs to me. You really haven’t told me much about you.” I already know most of her life, but technically she hasn’t told me. And while this is a bit of a guilt trip, I need it right now. Her face shoots up to mine with surprise.
“Oh, well I’m an open book. What do you want to know?”
“Tell me about your parents.”
We finish the dishes and I pull her by her hand into the living room to sit on the couch, I pull her feet to me and begin to give her a foot massage, she has the cutest little feet.
A smile breaks out onto her sweet face. “Well let me see.” She puts her index finger to her cheek, looking up at the ceiling, trying to build the suspense.
I playfully tickle her foot. “Come on.” I laugh.
“OK, OK. I’m ticklish.” She nearly laughs herself off of the couch. “Well my parents moved to Colorado a few years ago. My father was the chief of staff at LA’s finest and then this new hospital was opening and they practically begged him with every perk known to man. Anyway, my mom and dad went and seem pretty happy there now.” I can always tell when something is bothering her because she fumbles with that damn ring on her finger and that’s what she’s doing now.
“Abby? Why do you wear that ring?” I have to know why that damn ring is still on her perfect finger, it doesn’t belong there. She doesn’t answer; she only stares and twists it on her finger.
“I don’t know, actually, I really don’t know. I thought he was going to come back…But…” She looks up to me full of emotion now. Biting her bottom lip.
Damn that lip, what I want to do to that lip. I need to adjust myself now. The things this woman can do to me with just a simple gesture.
“Now, I really don’t care. I think I just wear it from habit really,” she shakes her head...
“What if he does come back…And promises you the world, what will you do then?” I need to know, I need to know what the hell I’m going to do if she chooses him.
I want to throw my hands in the air and demand that she never go back to him no matter what, but I can’t hold her back from anything even though he’s the lowest of the fucking low.
“Evan? Have you ever had something that you thought was perfect until one day something amazing happens and it’s like the light is suddenly turned on? Then you realize what you had previously thought was perfect had been dark the whole time? I don’t like the dark Evan. I don’t want to go back there, I want to be here.”
I don’t even think, I just pull her to me. She’s my light and I will be hers too. FOREVER. I kiss her amazing mouth, letting my tongue trace her lips and invade her. I need to have her, all of her.
Abby’s hands caress the back of my head, gripping at my hair like her life depends on it. A shiver runs down my spine. I pull her to my lap, her amazing body draped over mine. This couldn’t be more perfect if I planned it myself. I want to live right now like tomorrow is just a thought. I’m only living for today. With her.
Her emerald eyes bore into places that have never been seen before. I cup her face with my hands, staring intently at her. I want so desperately to say things, to tell her how I feel.
“I love you.” I don’t know how that got out, but I needed to tell her.
I need to tell her that my life will never be whole until she’s by my side. I need to say that loving her brought me back to life again and for that I will always be grateful. I want to tell her I have loved her since the first moment I saw her. But, for right now, I love you is all I can say.
The look on her face speaks disbelief. Damn it. She’s going to freak. I just messed it up. She will run out of the damn door for sure.
“Evan, kiss me.” She isn’t running.
I smile, grabbing her face to mine. Our fingers entwined with each other’s. My heart is so full of her.
“Make love to me.” This is a demand she is giving me now.
I sweep her up from my lap and carry her down the hall to my bedroom. I lay her down gently to sit on the edge of the bed. She lifts her arms, gesturing me to pull the V-neck t-shirt off. I trace my fingers lightly over her skin as I bring the bottom of the t-shirt up over her head. The only thing that covers her body now is her sexy as hell white satin panties.
She lays back on her forearms with a come-get-me smile holding on her lips.
“Well how the hell can I resist that?” I whisper as I lose my clothes and hover over her perfect body.
“You can’t,” she says, taking me by the back of my head and taking fierce control of my mouth. Her body is hot and she’s so fucking ready for me to take her. She needs this as much as I do.
Our bodies move in sync as we crave each other. I have never made love to a woman. I’ve fucked many women, but I can never do that with Abby. She’s the other half of my soul.
I lightly stroll my hand down her body, starting with her neck, making a detour at her large breasts. They reach out to me, begging me to take them. I take a perfect breast into my mouth, devouring it.
“Ahh…” Her back bows off the bed as her body begs for my mouth.
My hand continues to caress her, stopping at her panty line. I trace my fingers along the seam as her body continues to bow and beg. Our mouths are on each other’s again, needing and wanting. My hand slides in her panties caressing her perfect pussy.
“You are so hot here.” My fingers slide to the waiting area, her slickness pulling me in ready to take hold and control me.
This will control me for the rest of my existence. I slide her panties down her thighs, kissing every inch along the way. Her hands twist in my hair. I didn’t know it could be this way.
My mouth meets and takes hold of the place that begs for me. She’s so wet for me, God that turns me on. I’m so hard that the pain is creeping in. I don’t know if I will be able to contain myself. I want to take her, to devour her, right here right now. I want and need everything she has. I am never giving that away.
“Evan…” she cries. She comes unglued in the palm of my hands. I have barely touched her.
I circle her clit as she continues to writhe beneath me. Soaking wet for me, begging for me, open and ready. Her voice is uncontrolled by the mounting pleasure of one continuous orgasm.
I slowly crawl up her body, taking in the vanilla scent that is a permanent part of her. My hard cock needs to be buried inside of her. I need to see her out of control. She fights so hard for control. But I need her to give that to me now, so that I can love her and give her everything she doesn’t know she deserves and everything that I know she wants.
Her hands pull and urge me to enter her wet channel. I do aim to please after all. I slide the tip of my dick inside; it’s on fire, the heat that comes from her is amazing. Velvet is the only adjective I can think of while being inside of her, nothing else like it ever. I can’t hold on anymore, I’m done going slow and taking my time. I want to be planted deep inside of her, taking her from the beginning to the end.
I push in, burying myself deep as she opens up fully for me, calling me in to her. Damn. My hands go for her thighs pulling them up, taking everything she has, and making it mine.
She cries out with pleasure, begging for more. “Harder…Faster.” She continues to beg.
Her legs are wrapped around my neck as I plunge inside of her hard and fast leaving nothing to be wanted or needed.
“Evan!” she screams.
My hand slides down her soft leg, resting on her clit, rubbing her wet pleasure in circles. Her legs grip my neck. A smile comes over me. I’m bringing her to this…ME!
My control is fading fast, I’m losing the battle. “Evan I…” She can’t hold on either.
“Abby, with me.” Abby’s hips push into me with forceful n
eed, one full, hard, throbbing thrust and that’s it, I’m done for as she explodes around me, squeezing me into my orgasm.
The pleasure of coming inside of her is my fucking oblivion. I have never felt anything like this. The nerve endings standing at attention, fire ripping through me, electricity taking its place at my core and shooting to every cell in my body, there just isn’t any fucking thing like it EVER. PERIOD!
I pull her limp body to me. We have given each other everything, wanting for nothing.
“Evan?” she says as she catches her breath.
I pull her head to me to place a kiss in her hair. “I’m here.” And I’m never leaving. I smile in the dark. She wraps her arms around me and squeezes.
“I didn’t know it could feel this way. I didn’t know it could be like any of this.”
I will never come back from that, I’m done for. I pull her lips to mine. “I love you Abigale Hayes.”
She smiles against my lips as I give her my soul. She’s my angel; she’s my everything. She’s my motherfucking oblivion.
Chapter Twelve
Abby
I open my eyes to darkness. I can’t move. Evan’s hard body is draped over me. I smile knowing this beautiful man is with me. He kind of knows I’m broken and screwed up and yet he’s still with me. I smile into the darkness.
In the weeks that we have been together I am happier than I have ever thought possible. I reach out taking Evan’s hand and placing it on my cheek. I jump when his phone rings. I look at the alarm clock and it shows it’s three A.M. Who the hell calls at three in the morning?
“Evan, your phone.” I hate to wake him up, especially since he hasn’t been home for very long, but it might be important.
“It’s ok baby they will call back tomorrow.” He lifts his leg off of my body to turn me into him. He cups my ass into his hands. “I love this ass. I love this mouth.” He traces his tongue along my bottom lip. “I love your tits and I love this,” he says as his hand reaches for my warmth. “I can’t get enough of this.” He hums into my mouth.
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