His Angel: The Angel Trilogy Book One

by Kimberly Blalock

  “Oh, you want something Abby?” Oh, he is a tease. Well two can play this game. My inner sexy girl winks at herself now.

  “Yeah I want some coffee.” I attempt to break from the hold Evan has on my ass, but he just holds on tighter.

  “I didn’t say you could leave my touch. Did I say you could leave?” His lips graze my cheek. “Abby?” His lips continue towards my ear and when they make their descent, I’m done for. Game over. “Abby.”

  “Huh?” That is all I can say. My insides are jelly, and my sex is liquefying. The most amazing ache rests there. “Oh God,” escapes from my mouth as Evan’s hand travels down my tummy to the fire that burns for him between my thighs.

  “Oh God what Abby?” His voice is deep and wanting too.

  “Oh God fuck me Evan, now.” Inner sexy girl is getting out of control. If my arms weren’t jelly I would have thrown my hands over my mouth. I’m sure to be blushing, but with the heat that runs through my body now it probably is not showing.

  “Oh so demanding. But, I aim to please Ms. Hayes.” Evan presses me against the wall, my hands locked in his above my head. The kiss that takes over is rough; teeth clinking, tongues thrashing, kind of rough.

  Evan picks me up, my legs wrapping tight around his waist, my arms wrapping around his neck. “I love you.” The feeling that sits in my heart for him is overwhelming.

  With his free hand he pulls himself out, I could feel his hardness through the jeans before and I knew he was ready the second he saw me in his t-shirt. Evan reaches for me under the t-shirt. Sliding one finger into my folds.

  “Fuck, Abby you’re soaked,” he growls. His hands sit on either side of my waist. He slightly raises me onto him. “Holy fuck.” I want to yell at him for the language, but I can’t because I understand what he’s saying because I feel it too. I wanted to come the second he entered me. Big, hard, and hot. I have the whole package right here and I’m the happiest girl in the world.

  My body is against the wall as he drives deeper and deeper into me. Only seconds have gone by and I’m already on the verge of my first orgasm.

  “You are so fucking tight Abby….Fuck!” His words leave little to the imagination. I know what he’s trying to say.

  My breath hitches as my spine starts to tingle. I’m ready to explode all around him. “Harder…ah,” I scream into his mouth.

  He begins to slam me down onto his length. The surge of the orgasm nearly knocks me on my ass; it’s a good thing the wall is holding me up. Somewhere in the middle of the never-ending orgasm that is on repeat, Evan begins to scream my name and as I continue to come, I hold onto the man I will never let go of. Ever. I have never felt this and every day with him brings more than I could have ever asked for.

  “Baby, you are amazing in every possible way. How did I get so lucky?” Evan pulls my head to his chest.

  A tear falls down my cheek. I’m not crying, but the emotion is so intense and so unexpected and I need an emotional release. I want to speak and tell him all of the feelings I have for him. However, I feel that if I speak he will float away into my imagination and I can’t let that happen, so for now I will just enjoy the moment.

  Evan holds me while walking towards the bedroom of the suite. We enter the bedroom and he continues to the bathroom. He sets me down on the cold countertop and steps away to run a bath.

  “Who was on the phone earlier?” I ask as I start to bite my nails. My nervous tick is probably noticeable to him, but I hope not.

  “Michael.” Well that was easier than I thought it would be.

  “Who is Michael?” I’m sure this will be more difficult by the blank look on his face. He always has that blank look when he’s struggling with the topic of conversation. He turns his head slightly, watching me from the corner of his eye.

  “Michael is one of my partners. He’s on my team.” His hand rests on the wall and the muscles in his sides are perfectly tightened. “He’s undercover so I really can’t talk about him with you.”

  “I get that. But Evan it would be nice if I knew things about you. It’s like you are this mystery that is going to disappear. Like you’re only in my imagination and to be perfectly honest it kind of freaks me out.” The second the words ‘freaked out’ leave my mouth Evan is at my side like that character in that movie Twilight.

  “Abby I could lie to you and say all of the things that you want to hear, but I will never lie to you.” His hand touches my face, landing on my chin. “I will always be honest with you.” He takes a deep breath, running his hands through his hair. “Abby, there are things in my past. Things that I want to tell you. I’m not ready to tell you these things just yet, but I will be soon. When I know that it won’t affect us. You and me.” He touches my face again leaning in close. “While there are things from my past as well as the present that I can’t talk about, that doesn’t mean that I will leave you. That I can tell you without any doubt I will never do. I have never wanted to hold onto something so hard in my life and that’s what freaks me out, because I know one day soon you will wake up and wonder what the hell you’re doing with me.”

  He takes my breath away with every single word. “It’s ok Evan, I know there is something you need to tell me. I will be here when the time comes.” I offer a soft smile.

  “You have no idea what that means to me Abby, no idea at all. Come, let’s take a bath.”

  “I heard you say we are leaving today.”

  “I have to leave, but if you want to stay then I want you to stay. I know you miss your family and I would never take you from them.”

  I’m lying in between his legs with my back to his chest in the large whirlpool tub. “No, I want to be where you are. Being away from you this week has nearly killed me.”

  “Thank God! Because I wasn’t going to be able to leave you here, you were coming with me, like it or not.”

  I laugh. “Oh well I am a big girl Evan I can make my own choices you know.” I turn, facing him.

  “Oh I will never stop you from being happy, but I will never be away from you either.”

  “Ok fair enough.” I wink. “After the bath are we going to go to my parents’ house? I need to get my things and say goodbye to them,” I say as I play absentmindedly with his hand that is entwined with mine.

  “Oh yeah, and then we catch our plane at four.”

  “When did you get plane tickets? This morning?” I didn’t know he called the airport today.

  “Yesterday, the same time I bought the ticket to come here.”

  “Oh so you just assumed that I was going to go back with you?”

  “I’m not leaving you here and I’m not leaving without you, even though I knew I had to leave. I don’t think I’m going to survive without you Abby, I need you next to me.”

  “Honestly Evan I never want to spend another second without you. I missed you so much. But, what happens when we go home? You lead a secretive life and I can’t be a part of that with you. I want to have an actual relationship with you. You know barbeques and couples night and all of that.”

  “We’ve done that.” His tone says he’s hurt that I am bringing up the fact that he has to lead a mysterious life.

  “Yeah with Amy and Dom, but what about your friends? I have never met them.”

  “Dom is my friend.”

  “Yeah why is that? I’m not naïve Evan. How convenient is it that he’s your friend when I know now that you wanted to meet me. Hmmm?”

  I turn around in the tub straddling him and all of his delicious hardness

  “Yeah I planned that.” He responds

  “How?” Wow, he went all out on meeting me.

  “I took a job as a model on a shoot that he was on. We had a few beers, we got along like true bro’s, and here we are.”

  “Wow that wasn’t hard.” I say surprised

  “That’s my job Abby, I am great at what I do.” He shrugs his shoulders.

  I can’t help myself; without saying a word I reposition him with my hand an
d lift myself onto him.

  “Jesus, Abby.” His head falls back and his eyes close tight. He licks his juicy lips in response.

  My body pulls in every inch of his thickness. I want to claim him now. I want him to know that he’s mine. Evan’s hands find my hips hidden in the bubbles and push me down hard onto him.

  “Oh shit!” The fullness is overwhelming and my sex struggles to make room for him. I find my rhythm as I continue to move up and down on him.

  Evan’s hand finds my clit; his thumb caresses it so delicately. The increased fullness and the sensation on my clit has my tipping on the edge of control. When I met Evan giving up what control I had was so difficult, but now it is the most exhilarating thing I have ever done.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Abby

  “Why are you sick?” Amy asks, leaning against the bathroom doorway. I sit at the toilet asking myself the same thing.

  “I don’t know. I haven’t been feeling well lately.” Her hand practically slams against her mouth as she makes a revelation.

  “Are you pregnant?”

  Oh, my God I haven’t considered that.

  I look up at her for the answer I know she can’t give me. “Amy, I…I don’t know,” I realize.

  Amy pulls her phone from her bag that is hanging on her shoulder.

  “Today is August fifteenth. When was your last period?” I sit on the floor counting backwards. My head shoots up to Amy. The words can’t make their way from my brain to my mouth as I realize the date of my last period.

  “Well, when was it?” She taps her pump on the tile floor.

  “June fifteenth.” Amy’s mouth drops open as she gasps in shock.

  “And you didn’t…I don’t know…worry?”

  I honestly hadn’t even realized I didn’t have one.

  I’m so wrapped up in Evan, everything else is falling in the ‘unimportant file’, including my period.

  “No, wait, I’m on the pill. I can’t be pregnant,” I declare.

  “Abby, really? It’s only ninety-nine percent and let’s face it doll, if anyone can be that one percent, it’s you.” She laughs now.

  “What do I do? I don’t know what to do.” Panic begins to creep in that door of destruction, the destruction that can rock my world. What will Evan say? We haven’t talked about having children. Is he going to be happy or upset?

  “Well first thing first. You need to take a pregnancy test,” she says.

  “Um…I don’t know how to use those. I will just call the doctor,” I whisper as the reality is setting in and the nausea is in full force.

  “Abby, you pee on a stick, it’s not that hard.” She laughs.

  “Well, have you had to do this before?” I ask naïvely, because of course she has, I know that. She rolls her eyes at me now.

  “I will run to the pharmacy and grab a few, I’ll be right back,” she says as she exits the bathroom. It is already almost eight in the morning and I’m going to be late anyway; might as well be really late. I find my phone and call the office to let them know I will be in as soon as I can. Luckily, it is Melissa that takes my call and she seems very sympathetic to the possibility that I have the stomach flu.

  Amy gets back in record time. Typically, when in a store of any kind she has to stop and look at every possible item that she can buy.

  “Ok, ok pee,” she demands. I begin reading the directions, reading every word trying to buy the time I need so I won’t have to go through with this.

  What would I do with a baby? What will I say to Evan? I thought I missed a pill in June, but I completely forgot about it and now I’m remembering. Too little too late.

  “Just pee on the damn stick Abby!” Amy wants to know more than I do. What if Evan is mad at me for letting this happen?

  “I’m scared, I don’t want to know.” I throw the test at the sink.

  Amy approaches and kneels down next to me. “Abby, you love Evan, Evan loves you. If you’re pregnant, you’ll deal.”

  There is some truth to what she says. I love Evan to my core with every cell of my being and I know he loves me just as much, well maybe a little less cause I’m not really sure how anyone can love more than I love him.

  “Just pee on the damn stick Abby,” Amy whines.

  “Get out so I can.” She turns around and shuts the door behind her.

  It probably doesn’t make any difference that she isn’t in here because I’m sure she’s stuck to the door listening, making sure I pee on the damn thing.

  When I finish I gently place the stick on the sink. I open the door for Amy because I just can’t bear to do this without her. I need her here more than ever.

  “Three minutes,” she announces, taking my hand for support.

  “I need coffee,” I say, knowing that lately the smell of coffee has been making me sick so I simply opt for a hot cocoa instead.

  “You can’t drink coffee if you’re pregnant,” she hisses.

  “Relax, the smell of coffee has been making me really nauseous in the morning, probably because that’s when I’m sick so I’m just going to make some cocoa. I at least need to pretend like its coffee.”

  “Abby, I have a friend in New York that got pregnant and she couldn’t stand coffee after that.” The look on her face is sadness at the probability that I’m pregnant; even though I think she’s really excited deep down.

  “Time’s up!” she hums, running back to the bathroom.

  Yea, I’d say she’s very excited.

  I can’t follow. I remain in my seat on the couch where I just sat down, my warm mug in hand. Amy walks into the living room with the test trying to hide the smile on her face. Shit! I close my eyes tight hoping that if I can’t see her then I can’t hear her either. I know it’s pointless, but what the hell.

  “Abby, it’s positive.” She does a little dance in the spot she stands. I don’t share in her excitement. “When are you going to tell Evan?” she asks.

  “I don’t know, let me see that thing. Can it be wrong? It can be wrong, right?” There is a little digital readout that says I am pregnant.

  There is a little Evan in my tummy, a tiny little Evan.

  “It’s not wrong you’re going to be a momma and Evan is going to be a daddy and you’re going to live happily ever after.”

  I’m not so sure that I know what happily ever after is like, but it sounds nice.

  “I have to get to work.” I stand from my seat, taking my mug to the sink to rinse out.

  “Well, I love you, congrats momma!” She beams, laying a big hug on me.

  I leave the apartment feeling a lot better than I had been earlier this morning, but now I have news that I hadn’t expected. I don’t know how to feel. Should I be happy, sad, scared to death? Yeah I think it’s the latter. I am scared to death. A baby? Can I take care of a precious helpless baby? I’m barely able to take care of myself. Seriously. I don’t know what to do.

  My phone alerts me to a text as I arrive at my car. I know it’s probably Evan and I want to tell him what’s going on, but I don’t know how. I promised him I was on the pill and while I am, forgetting to take it every once in a while never came up.

  I decide I need to see my gynecologist and make sure that everything is ok. I have been taking the pill except for the one or two days that I forgot. I have a worry ping in my gut. I’m not sure what to think about this pregnancy thing.

  I call my doctor and they are able to get me right in. While I am grateful for that, I am also terrified. Terrified that they are going to tell me that the pregnancy test is right, terrified that they are going to tell me it is wrong, and terrified I am pregnant and something is wrong with the baby. The emotional roller coaster I’m on is pulling me in a thousand directions and they are all leading to a foreign place I’ve never been.

  The waiting room is full of pregnant mothers with little children clinging to their sides. There are a few young women that look even more terrified than I am. Which is insanely comforting.

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sp; I pick up the first magazine I see, trying to think about something else, anything else. The magazine that I’m holding in my hand is a parenting magazine with a little boy on the front. I imagine it’s a little Evan Jr. I smile at the thought.

  The article inside talks about potty training, teething, and all of the different techniques one can use to help with the smooth transition of adding children to a relationship.

  I don’t know how adding a child to my life can be smooth. I have never been around babies, I have been around younger children when my cousin’s would visit, but it’s been a few years since they were considered small.

  I’ve never changed a diaper or fed a baby. Oh my God, how do babies eat? I mean I know they use bottles or breastfeed, but I wouldn’t know where to start. Would I bottle feed the baby, would I breastfeed him? There is a trickle of sweat falling from my brow as the questions form in my head.

  “Ms. Hayes.” The nurse calls my name.

  It’s time to find out what my future holds and I really wish Evan was here to hold my hand. My stomach turns with fear now.

  I follow the tall brunette through the hallway first to be weighed and then to the room where my fate will be sealed and my life will change forever.

  The nurse weighs me and then asks that I urinate in a specimen cup. I open the bathroom door, staring at the cup they expect me to pee in. The sickness works its way up again as I prepare to follow the directions the nurse gave me. I do as they ask and then I put it through a little metal door that leads to their lab so they can check it for whatever it is they check it for, I don’t really want to know. I’m just not sure how these nurses do what they do, God love them, but I couldn’t do it...

  When I walk out into the hallway the nurse is waiting for me. I follow her to a room down the hall to the left of the large nurse’s station. She takes my blood pressure and asks me a few questions then says the doctor will be right in. The door closes behind her and the tiny room starts to enclose. My breathing hitches and fear takes over.

  The florescent lights are bright and I can feel the warmth take me into a sweat. My hands shake and my heart pounds in my ears.