Angel starts heading out of the kitchen as she answers, “Of course. All food tastes better when someone else is cooking. I'm gonna hop in the shower.”
Angel heads to the master bedroom that she and I have shared for years now, and haphazardly throws her clothes about the room like it's her intention to mess up the neat and ordered room, which I know for a fact is indeed her intention.
Her underwear and bra remain, giving me the visual of pale cream skin stark against the burgundy of her matching bra and panty set, and I fight hard against the attraction I have for her to keep my hold on my bar bell, when all I really want to do is chuck the damn thing to the floor and go to her.
But I don’t.
I pull my focus back to my work out, trying not to think about the fact that the two women who hold my heart are in the same house and one of them is wearing next to nothing.
Instead I focus on the newest thing to fall on our plate. Fucking Mafiosos. I have a feeling that this isn’t going to be an easy transition, or acquiring of more responsibilities for Priest, no. They are going to try to uproot her from us, and there is no fucking way I am going to just let that happen.
The rage that thought brings makes lifting the bars all the more easier, I don’t even notice the sweat dripping from my brow until it’s hitting me in the eye.
And damn does it burn. But I push through, and keep pushing through until I’ve finished my last rep.
Wiping the sweat from my face, I quickly clean the equipment, because while it might be my gym, I’m the clean freak in Angel and I’s relationship. Lene had always kept a clean house, and would say things like, “Clean home leads to a clean and clear mind.”
So I am surprised that when I walk through the newly disordered bedroom and open the bathroom door, releasing steam from Angle's shower, her petite frame stands before me, one of the ridiculous lime green towels she’d bought to drive me crazy wrapped around her.
She sees me and smiles large before grabbing me around my waist, or what she can reach around at least, and tries to pull me close. She is much shorted than my 6’5”, and her pale skin is stark against mine, but in that high art way.
I wrap her up in my arms, not giving a shit if I am making her stink again, I’m just too happy to see her to do anything else.
“Hey honey,” I say, a smile not only on my face but in my voice. I kiss her forehead and cheeks before planting a zinger on her mouth. Kissing Angel is like kissing a battery, it fills me with this electrifying energy.
She signs in content and presses herself even closer to my chest. I look behind me at her mess.
“I see you have made your usual trail of chaos in your wake.”
Angel can’t stop the giggle that escapes her, and I love the sound causing me to chuckle, the rumble of it bouncing around in my chest.
“Isn't that what I'm here for?” she asks, a twinkle in her eye before she starts grilling me, “Why didn't you text me to let me know that Priest was gonna be here? A heads up would have been appreciated as I smell like sweat and overpriced cigars.”
I shrug, “Didn't really have time and I figured it wouldn’t hurt to have you thrown off your game.”
She chuckles at that before smacking me on the chest. She’s a sweetheart. It drives me a little crazy when I think about all the shit she’s been put through, all the pain she’s had to overcome.
“She knows, you know.” I say, because I can’t hold it in longer. If I do I might not ever say anything and that’s not fair.
Angel stills before racking her hand through her raven black hair. “Huh?”
I don’t hide my eye roll, because Angel is anything but dumb, so I continue.
“I kissed her today.”
Angel looks up, an incredulous look on her face, but no betrayal. I hadn’t lied to Priest when I said she’s been telling me to grow a set for years. She’s been my biggest cheerleader, the second best friend I’ve ever had.
“You finally did?” Her voice holds a bit of wonder and fascination in it that makes me want to smirk, but because we both love the same girl, I hold it in and just nod.
“Wow...so you told her?” she asks.
I shrug, like it’s no big deal, but then say, “Kinda had to when the first though to come out of her mouth was about what you were going to think.”
Angel fights a smile at that, because it’s just like Priest to think about someone else first. It’s always been her nature to look out for others, not just after their physical selves, but for their emotional wellbeing too.
“So that's what she wants to talk about. She feels guilty,” she says in a resigned way, that’s so unlike the woman I love.
“No,” I say, “or at least I don't think so. I didn't just tell her about being in love with her for years. She knows about how YOU feel.”
Angel looks even paler than her usual porcelain. “Oh Jesus, tell me you're joking, please?”
I shake my head.
“I can't handle rejection today, just not today Bones. God I hope it IS one of those ‘let’s still be friends after I’ve found out you love me’ talks and not one of those, ‘You know how I found you in a gutter being beaten by your pimp after him watching some of his friends hurt you in the worst way a man can hurt a woman, like you know how I saw all of that, and damn near killed your sleazy pimp? Well I just can’t get your broken body out of my head and find you and your past life as a prostitute utterly repulsive!’”
I grab her shoulders and give her a slight shake. I hate when she lets her past affect her future. She is not the little girl stolen in the middle of the night sold into human trafficking. She is not her past any more than I am.
“Do you really think Priest gives a shit about your past? Do you really think after going through all of that you would fall in love with someone like that? Come on Angel, take a deep breath and think about the woman you’ve admired, been friends with, and loved in one capacity or another for the last 4 years. Does that really sound like Priest?”
She releases a long breath before replying, “God I fucking hate when you logic my fear, but damn do I fucking love you.”
She hugs me hard for a long moment. And I take a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.
“Oh, but don’t think I’m not contemplating removing your dick for confessing for me.” She fake coughs, “Total dick move.”
I can do nothing but laugh, even though I know Priest has made sure Angel knows how to defend herself and is capable of removing my favorite part.
“True, but you like my dick so I think it’s safe for the time being,” I say with confidence. I’ve been the only boyfriend she’s had in the last two years. Girlfriends come and go now, though I know she’s currently unattached to anyone but me.
“The “time being” is the optimal point.” She says, getting closer to her usual sassy self. She lets me go and drops the towel and I have to fucking swallow at the sight of her. She’s fucking magnificent.
Her peach tinted nipples pucker in the cool air, making her breast hard to look away from. Her under-bust tattoo, two skeletal hands appearing to cup her ample breast with a rosary wound between the fingers, making the rosary pulled taught to allow the cross to sit on her sternum, among a bed of roses. Her curvy hips pull in my attention, and I find myself stepping toward her, intent on kissing her from the curve of her hip to her core, where I plan on spending a large amount of time worshiping her clit with my tongue until she’s screaming my name and begging to add more skeleton ink above it to mark what is mine.
Her eyes light up like she knows what I’m thinking as I take another step towards her.
“Foods almost ready!” Priest calls from the kitchen.
“Okay, I’ll be out there in a minute!” Angel yells back.
Sounding concerned, Priest asks, “And Bones? I swear he just went past here.”
I fight a chuckle, “Still gotta hop in the shower! I’ll be quick!”
I start backing into the bathroom, eyes still ab
laze for the naked woman in front of me. In a voice I know only Angel will here I say, “And if I ever hear you try to downplay your pain or say anything to make it seem like you are less than...I’ll throw away a pair of those expensive shoes you love to make me buy.”
She looks at me in true horror.
“Not my Louboutin's!”
I shut the bathroom door, my smirk still in place.
I have no shame as I strip out of the gym shorts and workout shirt, and hop into the still warm shower. I’m quick about washing the sweat and grime off of my body, and I throw caution to the wind when I grab my dick in my hand and slowly pump it, thinking about the two beautiful women in my house.
I imagine the feel of Angel’s breasts in my hands, knowing the familiar weight of them, imagine pinching the taught nipples I’d just seen, and remember the sound of my name moaned from those full lips of hers.
I remember Priest’s kiss on my lips, the way she hadn’t shied away like I’d expected her to. I imagine her to be a feisty lover, and fantasize that it’s her hands around my dick, and that sends my hand to a faster tempo, a more constricting grip, my eyes shut.
Just as I’m about to cum, the bathroom door slams open. Must be Angel, I think, and continue pumping, eyes still closed.
“Holy Mother Mary, no wonder Angel is a happy girl!”
My eyes snap open and I find Priest standing there, her eyes open wide, unabashedly staring at my dick in my hand, my hand still pumping, but release staved off by the startling realization that she is standing right there.
My brain is short circuited and I have no idea what to say, I’m in my bathroom, in my shower, holding my own dick, I was never prepared for this situation. Hell even when we lived together as kids and then teens, Lene had gotten that bigger apartment she’d made sure I had my own bathroom.
“Ummm, Priest…”I finally say, speaking allowing me to finally still my hands motion.
Her gaze snaps up and she looks me in the eye, but remains silent.
“Is there a particular reason you’re in my bathroom, gawking at my dick?” the humor is there in my voice.
A saucy look fills her face. “Your girl sent me in here after I told her how my day went,”
I can’t stop the heavenward look I give the ceiling. Sometimes my woman can’t help but fucking meddle. Hell, she’d come close to telling Priest my confession multiple times and I had to stop her multiple times. This is so fucking like her… I’m opening my mouth to apologize or just say something, anything, when Angel breaks the silence form the door way.
“She needs to release some of that tension Bones.”
Priest looks back at her, mouth dropping open.
“But, we haven’t gotten to talk Angel,” she says.
Angel laughs, “We aren’t going to today. You need a tension reliever, Bones is great at that,”
“But what about you, Angel, like yeah, after seeing that,” she gestures at my dick, “I have sex on the brain, fuck it’s been a while,” Priest mutters the last part.
“Then let him help you,” Angel says, “I love you, Priest, and I’ve always been prepared to share Bones with you, since the moment he and I started dating.” She offers Priest a soft smile, that turns into her much more common wicked grin. “And don’t worry about me, I made plans with my girlfriend!”
Angel kisses Priest on the cheek as she usually does, waves her fingers at me with a very obvious wink and closed the door.
I look back at Priest, who looks at the door like it will give her the answers she didn’t know she needed.
“We don’t have to do anything Priest, hell, it’d probably be smart not to do anything, with the day you’ve had,” I say.
It’s not that I am unwilling, if anything I’m trying not to pounce on her like a cat that has the mouse in its view, but this isn’t about me.
“Bones,” she says, voice low and even more husky, “it’s because of the day I have had that I want to just let my hair down,” she says, “but if you don’t want to then I can always handle it myself,” an edge of daring fills her voice.
I give her a look, then gesture at my dick with my free hand, and she lets out a throaty laugh that sends a chill down my back.
I have never seen sensual Priest. Well, I have seen this side of her, it’s just never directed at me and nothing of what she’s like behind a closed door.
So, she shocks me even further when she strips from her clothes, first her tank top, that she drops to the floor, the black of it stark against the white marble.
I stare at the smooth skin, her breast seemingly barely contained in the bra she wears.
Then I laugh.
Nestled under her breast dangles her gun holster, and the look of her, standing there, knowing just how deadly she is, and how safe she is in my home, just reminds me more of how much Alonzo might want Priest to be his daughter, she will always be Cobra’s. I know she means nothing by having her weapon on in my house, because Cobra doesn’t mean anything by it either, he did train us both.
She quirks an eyebrow at me, as she unsnaps the holster from its place between the bra’s cups, and slowly, sensually, sets the gun on the bathroom sink, and in that moment, if I’d had any doubt about how she thought of me, she just showed me.
“But Cobra, we’re not going to want to carry a weapon on me all the time! We are teenagers, we have friends and lives that don’t have need of weapons all the time.” Priest says.
Cobra seems to consider it, his eyes pitched up toward the sky as we stand at the gun range, the weather gray and bleak for a fall day. Priest is looking at Cobra like he’d lost his damn mind, and hell if I didn’t agree with her. I don’t want to have to tote a gun or a knife on my person at all times. Like how would I explain that to a girl I’m trying to fuck? We’re fucking teenagers, and there is no good lie for why I’d be carrying a gun.
Cobra looks at us, Priest just a head shorter than me now that I’ve had another growth spirt. Now I could see the faint freckle on the side of Priest nose, something I hadn’t noticed before, but then again, I’ve noticed more and more things about Priest that I hadn’t before. Like how her teeth aren’t perfectly straight, but the slight turn in her front tooth is barely noticeable, and that her fingers that she’s currently got wrapped around the handle of the gun Cobra had us using for practice, her index finger is long and thin like the rest of her fingers, is held away from the trigger just as Cobra had been teaching us for the last three years.
“Name one time you wouldn’t want a weapon?” Cobra asks us suddenly.
“Ummm…” I am unprepared for this question, so I am not surprised that Priest is ready. She has always been a fast learner.
“I don’t want a weapon on me if I’m trying to be in a relationship, like ‘One second hon, just gotta put my gun in the safe so I can fuck you’,” Priest says, and my jaw drops. Cobra narrows his eyes at her and if that had been me, I would have been shitting my pants, but Priest just looks at him, daring him to say something about how she shouldn’t be having sex with anyone, or how she’s too young.
“You never leave your gun in a safe, especially if you are sleeping with a man, because even the nicest men can fuck you over, and not in the pleasurable sense. You keep your gun under your pillow,” Cobra says in all seriousness.
Priest thinks that over, while I stare at the both of them, trying to keep my jaw from dropping.
“Alright, I’ll promise to always put my gun under my pillow, until I know a person can be trusted.”
“Even then Priest—”
She cuts him off, “So you’re saying that if you had a wife, you’d still be sleeping with a gun under you’re your pillow? That if you were sleeping with Mom, you’d have a gun under your pillow? Get real Cobra.” She raises her eyebrow at him like he’s insane, and I kind of see it. Like, no way would Cobra sleep with a gun under his pillow in a bed with Lene.
He sighs, but it doesn’t hide the tinge of pink at the top of his ears.
> “Fine. When you know that person values you above themselves, that they love you as much as you love them, that that person can be trusted beyond anything, then and only then would it be acceptable to put your gun somewhere other than under your pillow,” Cobra says, and she smiles brightly, holds out an empty hand and shakes as if she just made a deal.
I don’t stop the appreciative rumble that fills my chest, just the sight of her, showing me just how much she trusted me with her safety, I can’t think of what could make this moment even better.
And then she unhooks her bra and I gulp.
Because damn I didn’t expect that.
I’ve seen her mostly naked, laying on a table to get patched up, but never have I looked at her body the way I am now.
“You gonna stand in the shower the whole time?” she asks, a laugh seemingly stuck in her throat.
She’s right, the water has started to run a bit cool, so I smile at her, rip the towel off the rack and roughly dry myself off, and when I look back at her, she is completely nude.
Without thinking I move toward her, probably from all the years of denying myself the chance with her, having her before me now has seemed to short circuit my brain. She lets out a husky giggle, something I’ve never heard before, but instantly love because I know that this new side of her, whatever I get of her that is new, is going to be amazing, because this is the girl I have loved since I can remember. The little girl who accepted me instantly to the woman who was so oblivious she couldn’t tell how I felt for her for years, I have loved every version of this woman I have ever gotten to know, and that isn’t about to change now.
But she holds up a hand, stopping me, before she slowly starts backing out of the bathroom, after she opens the door Angel has closed just a little while ago.
I briefly wonder how I would feel if it were Angel in my shoes, and wonder if she’s pissed that it’s me, but the more I think about her being in my shoes and how I would feel, I don’t think she’s mad. No, knowing Angel, she’s probably off with her girlfriend laughing to herself about how she played wing woman.
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