Holls: No. Micah said his only answer was he was going to give you space and that he will talk to you once he gets back from his business trip.
Hmm. That’s exactly what I needed to hear. No distractions. No fighting with him. Just some peace and quiet while I take care of something I have put off for far too long.
Me: Okay. That makes me feel better.
I set my alarm for four hours from now. The next two days are going to be crazy busy for me. I don’t have time to deal with Slade right now. I’m still pissed and somewhat hurt that he spoke to me like that. I know women have always succumbed to his every whim. Hell, I did the same thing—it was him that made us wait—but I won’t allow him to treat me like one of those women.
I hated that he made me feel like nothing. It only took a few words from him to make me feel like I was worthless. He always tells me he loves me. Shouldn’t that make me the most important thing in his life? Shouldn’t that mean he doesn’t judge how I live my life?
With a sigh, I lie back down on the couch and shut my eyes.
“Shit!”
I jump back as hot coffee lands on my chest. I grab a towel and start to clean it up as one of the moving men walks by carrying a deer head.
He stares at my now coffee stained t-shirt until I clear my throat. “The truck is almost full, ma’am. Where are we taking it?” the older man running the show asks me.
I slide him the paper that sits on the counter. “To this address. I’ll lead the way whenever you guys are ready. Oh,” I say, getting his attention before he walks off. “Can you have a couple of your guys drive the two trucks that are in the garage to that house for me as well?” I decided last night that I needed to put them in my mother’s garage. I can’t sell the house and leave them here.
“No problem.” He nods before he walks off.
I have been balls-to-the-wall since I woke up in the middle of the night from my nap. I have called the realtor and she will be here in a few hours to go over the house so we can decide on a price.
My dad often did residential work. He would lay concrete slabs for houses, therefore he knew several realtors. I chose the one that I remember liking the best.
I stare down at my phone and fight the urge to call Slade. I want to hear his voice; I want him to tell me I’m doing the right thing, but that would defeat my whole purpose of driving down here alone. I could have gone back to his house and waited until he left for Iowa to come down here, but I didn’t. I needed to get away at this very moment. At the time, I was pissed at him for showing up at my hotel when he clearly knew I wanted to be alone. Now I’m regretting pushing him away. He has never given me space before when I wanted it. Actually, that was usually when he pushed harder, especially since all this shit going on with Jessica, the house getting broken into, and the back window of the truck being busted. And what is he going to say when he sees my new car? He’s going to freak the fuck out, that’s what.
“Miss,” the younger man says, getting my attention, “we are loaded and ready.”
I nod as I grab what’s left of my coffee.
“Then let’s get going.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
“The airport,” I say as I jump into the taxi. He nods his head and pulls into traffic.
That meeting could have gone better. My client appears guilty and the evidence seems to prove that as well. But that is why he hired me, because I’m one of the best and can bullshit my way out of anything. I will have to look over the notes and evidence later this evening before Angel gets home tomorrow. I don’t know what time she plans on coming in, but I need to be ready for her when she returns.
Just thinking about her coming home makes me mad all over again. One of the main things I love about her also pisses me off beyond reason. The woman won’t listen to shit I have to say. It’s like she came hardwired to ignore everything that comes out of my mouth. I guess that’s where the problem lies. I tell her what to do, I don’t ask politely, but I don’t know if that would really help either.
I lean my head back against the headrest and close my eyes. I’m fucking tired. I called the police this morning and they still have nothing: nothing new on the home invasion, no leads on the person who attacked her. I’m friends with a lot of them, but they are so useless. I mean what do I have to do to get some information out of them? It’s not that I think they’re lying or keeping stuff from me. They would tell me if there was new information. I just feel like they’re dropping the ball because the break-in investigation has stalled and Angel has them convinced the events are not related.
I grab my phone when I hear it ring, and answer when I see it is Tate.
“Hello?”
“Have you heard from her?” are his first words. I had spoken to him yesterday and he had agreed that it was good for her to get away the same time I was out of town.
“No,” I say as I notice that the taxi is approaching the airport.
“Well, I still have friends in Oklahoma and I just got a phone call that Sam has put Jack’s house up for sale,” he says in a rush. “And that she moved everything out.”
I frown. Why does he sound concerned about that? And who does he know that has that much information?
“Is that not a good thing?” The way he made it sound has me questioning her motive. Is she doing something she will regret? Is she doing it because she is mad at me? What would I have to do with that house, though?
“Well, I guess it is,” he says slowly, making me even more confused. “I don’t know why she all of a sudden wants to sell it.”
I hear the frustration in his voice and it makes me somewhat nervous. Should I call her and tell her not to do it?
“Maybe she just doesn’t want the reminder,” I offer. “It has just been sitting there for five years.” That couldn’t be it though. Why get rid of it now?
“Yeah, but she has kept it all this time. Why sell it now?” he asks quietly like he’s thinking out loud.
“True?” There is still a lot I don’t know about her life back in Oklahoma.
“I….” There’s a long pause. “Hey, I’m getting another call. I’ll call you back later,” he says quickly before he hangs up.
I pull the phone away from my ear and stare at it for a few seconds. That had to be the strangest conversation Tate and I have ever shared before.
I reach for my wallet as the taxi pulls up to the airport. I pay and check in for my flight. As I sit at my terminal, I decide not to call her. Angel is a big girl and I’m sure she has a reason for selling her father’s house. I’m not going to question it or her motives. She went there for something and that must be her reason.
I grip the steering wheel tighter as the lights of St. Louis get brighter. You would think after being away for two days I would have my emotions in check. I think packing up all of my father’s belongings just brought old feelings back to the surface. Thinking about my childhood and memories of my father has made me emotional, I cry one minute and laugh out loud the next.
My emotions are all over the place where Slade is concerned, too. I fluctuate from pissed off to heartbroken. It could also be the energy drinks that I’ve been living off of. Two days of packing can do that to you. Lack of sleep will mess with your mind and your vision. I blink a few times, trying to clear my blurry sight.
I look over at the passenger seat and see the empty Monster cans and potato chip bags. I do love this car. It’s fast as hell and drives smooth. It has black leather seats and a black dash. It is so sleek looking that I just may keep it. I don’t know why I would, though. We have enough cars. I only bought it because I was pissed off at Slade and felt like I needed a pick-me-up. Now it just seems impractical.
I reach over and turn the stereo volume down as I pull into our neighborhood. I pull up in front of the garage and get out of the car. I press in the entry code for the garage and watch as it comes up.
As I get back in the car, I look at the dash. Shit! It’s nine thirty. I should have just stay
ed at my father’s house one more night. I don’t know why I was in such a rush to get back, it’s not like Slade is here.
I get out of the car, shutting the door behind me, and then walk around to the back and open the trunk to remove the things I need.
As I’m leaning over into the trunk, I hear the garage door shut. I spin around to look out the garage door while it closes. I don’t see anybody as I search around. It is hard though because the outdoor lights aren’t on. I turn back, shutting the trunk and walking over to enter the house.
“Nice car.”
I spin around so fast I almost trip. I place my hand over my chest as if my heart might jump out of it. “Slade,” I say in a high-pitched tone. “What are you doing here?” I demand. I hate when he scares the shit out of me.
What the hell is he doing here? He wasn’t supposed to be home for a couple of days.
I look him over to see if I can gauge his mood. He seems rather relaxed. He is leaning up against Nadia, which now has a new back window. His arms rest over his glorious chest and one ankle is crossed over the other. He is wearing a black t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans; he is barefoot. Watching him is making my body come alive. I’ve missed him so much, missed his body heat, his hands on me, everything about him. And it’s only been two freaking days.
He ignores my question. “Come to get your stuff?” he asks casually, standing there as cool as a cucumber.
I turn my back to him so as not to drool while staring at him, and also to avoid that question. I don’t want him to know that I don’t plan on leaving him. I just hate the fact that he feels like I’m not good enough.
“I’m guessing by the tone of your voice, you already have it all packed up for me.” If he does, then he has made his choice and I will deal with that. It will break my heart but you can’t make someone want you.
He doesn’t respond, and I do not want to turn around. It’s as if I can feel his eyes burning a hole in the back of my head. He is that pissed.
I reach out and turn the doorknob to head inside of the house. I’m good at walking away. Obviously!
I feel his hand on my arm, yanking me back, and he shoves me up against the wall. “Is that what you want? For me to kick you out?” he growls as his blue eyes look down at me, sending a chill up my spine.
“Get off of me, Slade.” I shove his chest. He presses his hard erection into me. It just ignites my rage further.
“Get off of me.” I drop my sack and shove him with my left hand. He grabs it, pinning it to the wall beside my head.
“No,” he says firmly as a mischievous smile spreads across his gorgeous face.
I narrow my eyes at him. “Slade,” I growl.
I reach up and slap him. Although, it’s not nearly as hard as the time I slapped him outside of the bar. I didn’t have the space or the momentum behind me, but the sound still bounces off the walls of the garage. I smile in satisfaction.
He grunts as he grabs my other hand pinning it on the other side of my head.
He presses his body into mine further and leans his head down to my neck. “Fuck, I sometimes forget how feisty you are,” he whispers into my ear.
I shiver. “Slade, get off of me,” I rasp out, losing all of my anger as my insides turn to liquid from his hands on me and his body pressed up against me.
“Oh, I’m going to get off all right.” I feel his hot breath on my throat before he licks it.
My heart rate picks up and I take a deep breath trying to calm it. “We are not having sex.” I try to wiggle my hands free.
“You can fight it all you want.” He licks up my neck to my ear and nibbles on it.
I moan. “See. You can’t deny it, baby.”
“I don’t want to have sex with you,” I say, a little less breathless.
He bites down on my neck, making me gasp. “You’re going to let me fuck you.”
“Why’s that?” I curse my body as it betrays me. I am so wet right now. I’ve wanted him so badly the last two days.
“Because I want to be inside of you.”
I take in a deep breath as I try to control myself. “All of a sudden I’m good enough for you?” I probably shouldn’t goad him, but it pisses me off that he wants to take the sexual route when he is clearly still angry with me.
He pulls back and looks down at me. My eyes catch sight of a twitch in his jaw. “Don’t start,” he warns.
“Just good enough to fuck,” I snap.
He tightens his hands around my wrist and my body trembles as I whimper. “I love when you’re like this.” He brings his mouth to mine. I lick my lips, remembering how those lips feel when they are on mine. I press forward to kiss him, but he pulls his head away just out of my reach with a smirk on his face. “All pissy and needing me to remind you where your place is.”
“Where’s that?”
His eyes lock on mine and they look hard. “Wherever I want you,” he replies blandly, and it turns me on even more. “Down on your knees before me. Flat on your back underneath me. Or on all fours as I’m behind you. Not only does your pussy get wet, your entire body turns to liquid when I take control of you. And it doesn’t fucking matter how aggressive I am, you always beg for more,” he whispers.
My legs start to tremble as he pushes my hands up the wall, gripping them in one of his hands above my head. He brings his now free hand down my arm and curves it around my neck. My body quivers. It’s not tight or uncomfortable, just holding my head back against the cold wall.
I swallow hard and look into his blue eyes. Those baby blues look hard and angry as they bore into mine.
“Slade,” I whisper against his lips.
He smiles and I feel it, his victory smile. He knows he has won. I am so fucked, literally. “I’m going to fuck you senseless, Angel. Better than I ever have before. I know you like it rough….” He pauses as his eyes lock on mine. “And I like giving it to you roughly.”
I try taking a deep breath but it’s hard with his hand curled around my neck. I close my eyes and try to calm my body down. It’s going wild; my knees are shaking, my sex is throbbing, and my heart is racing.
“Open your eyes,” he demands.
I open them and stare into his. “What do you want, Angel?”
I shake my head. He’s going to have to work for it. He may have me pressed against the wall, but I have the control.
He lifts his hand a bit on my neck and pushes my chin back, causing me to look to the ceiling, before turning it a tad to the right. He brings his face back to my neck by my ear. “I knew I should have put those handcuffs in my pocket.” Well, I thought I had control, but the mention of handcuffs blew that out of the water.
“I thought, hey, I might need those. Then I thought, no, sometimes you just have to do things with your bare hands.” He tightens his grip around my wrists. “I don’t have much patience, Angel. Your little stunt has me determined to show you I have the control. It seems you need a reminder, once again.”
I’ve needed him. I know he didn’t sleep with that girl from the hotel and that he didn’t plan to. Slade and I may have problems, but cheating is not one of them. I need him to show me, just as much as he needs to feel back in control. Even if it is just during sex, because he might be throwing my shit out when he discovers I’ve decided not to quit my job.
“Please,” I ask as I squirm.
He releases my arms and takes a step back from me. “Take off your clothes.”
My eyebrows draw together as my body slumps back against the wall. “Uh,” I stutter, somewhat confused, trying to stand on shaking legs.
“I won’t repeat myself, Angel.”
What the hell? “Is this a game?”
He takes a couple of steps toward me and places one hand at the base of my neck, grabbing my hair and pulling my head back. I hiss in a breath.
“This is what I want,” he growls. “I want you to undress yourself for me,” he whispers as he slides his other hand down my hip and between my legs. He cups his ha
nd over my jeans. “Do you want my cock inside of you, Angel?”
A shiver runs through my body at his words. “Please,” I rasp.
“For me to give you what you want, you will give me what I want,” he demands, rubbing his hand against my pussy over my jeans. “Won’t you, Angel?”
I nod my head. “Say it!” he calls out, voice booming throughout the garage.
“Whatever you want,” I state.
He releases me and stands back. I don’t waste a second as I kick off my shoes and pull my shirt up over my head before pushing my jeans, along with my thong, down my legs. I toss my bra to the side. Then I lean back against the wall as I peer up at him, my heart pounding in my chest. I stare into his eyes as he looks me up and down.
“Why don’t we go inside?”
He shakes his head as he stands up straighter.
“Come and undo my pants.”
I push off the wall. Reaching him, I slowly undo the button. I look up and watch his eyes as I pull down his zipper. I want to ask him what the hell we are doing, but I have a feeling he won’t answer me.
“I want to feel your hand around my cock, as you slowly run it up and down,” he says roughly.
“I want you, Slade,” I plead. Why are we playing this stupid game?
“I know.” He smiles a slow and sexy smile. “And I’m going to give it to you, when you’re ready.”
I frown. “I am ready, I want you.” I think I’ve waited long enough.
“Are you?” he questions. He places a hand in my hair and pulls my head back as he lowers his lips to mine. “Are your panties soaked?” he whispers. “Is your pussy throbbing?”
“Yes.” If it wasn’t already, it is now.
He pushes me backward, crashing my back against the wall once again. “I’ll be the judge of that.”
He dips his hand between my thighs and finds his way to my lips. I automatically spread my legs farther apart. One finger glides in-between my folds and my breath hitches as he thrusts it inside of me.
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