My Demons (The Angel Trilogy #2) (25 page)

“You should, it’s all yours.” I breathe.

“Damn right it is.” He smacks the flesh again and my body heats with want.

His hand dips into me without warning. “Relax Abby you’re too tense. This is only going to work if you’re relaxed.” I do as I’m told. Slowly he slides out of me to that spot. His finger teases sending goose bumps all over my body. My nipples harden against the cold wall. He’s bringing me to life all over again. My entire body explodes into fire when he dips in and out of me. I grip at the wall wanting to have contact with him. I thought this would be bad, but it’s so very good. “Ready?”

“What are you waiting for?”

“Oh.” He sounds rather enthused. I feel his warmth meet that spot. I know this is happening and I think I’m ready. Yeah, I’m ready. I take a deep breath. “Relax.”
I wish he would stop saying that.

The feeling that comes next can’t be explained. I’m wet, oh my God so wet, and covered in this lube that adding to the moisture. He slides the tip of himself inside. I grip the wall again wishing it was him.

I’m afraid to move too much. I want to push back onto him, but I don’t. I need to control my rapid breathing before I pass out or something.

The feeling is so unbelievably complicated. He’s barely in, and already I am on the edge of forever. He holds my leg with one hand while the other guides him in. Movement takes over his body, movement that’s making my world spin on its axis. He inches in a little with every movement and I can’t help the heavy breaths or moans leaving my lips. What gets me so very close in this very second are the noises he’s making letting me know that this is pleasuring him to infinite depths. That in itself has me coming out of control before he’s even fully taken me over.

My moans are not hushed or muffled and there is nothing lady like about the comments that leave my mouth when I tell him to fuck me hard and fast.

He leaves nothing wanting with a deep thrust he’s in and he doesn’t stop. I’m quickly screaming out with pleasure as his stomach smacks into me.

Now that he’s found his pace, his hand meets my folds filling the emptiness bringing me to a sudden crash. “Oh God, I’m coming, don’t stop.” He’s not stopped kissing my skin. He bites me as his release comes sudden and in a hurry.

“Holy fuck Abby, oh God,” he growls louder than he has ever before. His body holds me tight, piercingly tight, as he comes.

We stay in this hold for a few minutes and I don’t want him to let me go. I never want him to break away.

“That was amazing, fucking amazing.” He breaths harshly.

“Understatement,” I breathe against his warm hand.

“Did I hurt you?”

I laugh because that was the furthest thing from hurt I’ve ever felt. “No, no way.” I bite his finger.

He releases and gently pulls out and grabs a towel wiping us both off.

My body spins in his hands. “You are the most amazing woman in this world. That was fucking oblivion, angel. Fucking oblivion,” he says while holding my face. “Come.” He softly takes my hand leading me to the shower.

The hot water crashes to my body as Evan washes me. He takes such good care of me. I grip his hair as he kneels down washing the suds. We don’t speak, we only live in the moment.

When he’s rinsed me and washed himself, he wraps me in a towel drying every inch. He reaches inside of the drawer fetching a brush taking gentle care not to pull my hair. We brush our teeth in silence, but watching each other in the mirror. We don’t need to speak now. We know what each other is thinking. We’re in love.

I wipe my mouth with the towel he hands me then unwrap myself as he leads me toward the bedroom. He pulls the blankets down and we crawl into the bed. I curl up next to him. Evan’s hands rub up and down my arms. I feel like a princess. “Abby there is something I need to tell you.”

“Yeah?” I yawn.

“Tomorrow, you sleep now.”

I fall into my happily ever after with my prince.

Chapter Thirty

Evan

My eyes open to the most amazing smell. I reach for Abby feeling that the space is empty. I lift my head in the direction of the bathroom and she doesn’t seem to be there either. I stand on my feet stretching. I pull on a pair of sweats and follow the overwhelming smell of blueberry muffins. “Good morning soon to be husband.” She smiles, those beautiful green eyes shining so bright.

“I love it when you start my day like that.” I pull her in for a morning kiss.

I sit at the kitchen bar just watching her flowing across the kitchen. In my t-shirt nonetheless. I’m already getting hard, well I already was, but now it’s getting uncomfortable. I want to throw her on the counter and do things to her she’s never known.

“What are we listening too?” I ask about the music booming through the speakers.

“Really Evan?” she tilts her head playfully.

“What?” I defend.

“This my dear man is Frank Sinatra’s
Witch Craft
.” She’s dancing with an oven mitt in her hand. I smile because watching her as she closes her eyes getting into it makes my heart melt. I love her so much and I’m never letting her go. Ever. End of “I made muffins and I hope you love them because I’m not so great at muffins.” She shrugs.

“I’ve only ever had either store-bought or bakery muffins.” I sweep my finger through the mixing bowl.

“So this is the first time you’ve ever had homemade muffins? Gosh, I hope I don’t ruin your first time.” She laughs.
Oh, that laugh.
“We need to talk.” Her eyes look up from under those lashes.
Oh shit!
She dumps the muffins onto a plate from the pan. She walks toward me as she removes the oven mitts.

“Yeah?” I hope nothing’s wrong.

“That was the most incredible night in the history of nights.” She wraps her arms around my neck and smiles into my cheek. “God, you smell so good.”

“It was perfect. Thank you for trusting me, angel.” I squeeze her.

There’s a sudden knock on the door and I jump.

“Relax, it’s just Nat.” She pats my bare chest. “Today’s dress fitting day and I told her bridesmaids have to be there. She wasn’t happy about it, but I bribed her with muffins.” Her face reddens.

“Oh, these are for her?” I pout.

“No, they’re for you too, I was just multi-tasking.” She tries to recover. She wipes her hands and heads toward the door. I reach for a muffin dropping it to the counter when it burns the shit out of my fingers. “Shit that’s hot.”

I’m sitting on the stool waiting for Abby and Nat to come into the kitchen knowing these two talk non-stop, but I don’t hear anything.

I stand to see what they’re up to snatching the muffin up to take with me when I hear Abby scream my name. I drop the muffin onto the floor and run to the entrance. What I see shocks the fuck out of me. I don’t react because I need to assess the situation first.

Abby’s holding her face and fear is holding up a red flag in her eyes. To my left, I see the person that damn near ruined our lives.

“Monica.” I haven’t seen her since Nat lost her after the accident. This crazy bitch actually thought she could get away with spilling secrets that could break Abby and me, and that I’d want her.
Fuck this bitch!
I don’t know why she’s here, but she needs to go.

“Happy to see me, Evan?” I know that Monica is a very unstable person, but what I know more than that is I need to protect Abby.

Monica moves toward me with an evil grin on her face and dark eyes. “I thought you loved me, E, but you just used me.” Then she turns her attention to Abby and I take a step in her direction. “No, you stay there.” She pulls a gun.

I see the gun, but still my attention is on Abby. Hostage
one-o-one
keep your attention on the suspect, make them see that you’re interested in what they have to say. I can’t pretend to give a shit about her though. Abby is my one and only focus. End of.

“Turn this fucking music off.” The level of unstable is off the chain.

“Abby turn it off.” What I’m really trying to tell her is to get the fuck out of here.

Abby and I have been to the shooting range many times since the shit we’ve been through went down. I want her to feel comfortable protecting herself, but any weapon we need is unobtainable where we are in the apartment.

“No, you do it.” She grabs Abby by the arm and pushes her toward the living room. “Move bitch,” she sneers.

I will do many things in my life, but ripping her fucking head off will now remain at the top of my priority list. “Are you good?” I nod in Abby’s direction.

She nods back not saying a word.

“Awe, how sweet. Save the romantic bullshit E, we all know you’re fake and incapable of loving someone. I believed you could love me and everything I gave to you…” she pauses, “I can never… I’ll never be ok, Evan. You took that from me.”

“What do you want?” She’s waving the gun around and I swear to God if Abby gets hurt. “So help me Monica, if you hurt one hair on her head I
will
fucking kill you.” Again this isn’t what you’re supposed to say in a hostage situation, but I’m just a man who wants to protect his girl right now and everything I know outside of that isn’t in my head.

“Really?” She laughs. “Oh, you’ve been out of the game for a minute, huh? You forget that
I’m
the one with the gun?
I’m
in charge E, you have nothing and now
I
have everything. Shut the fuck up or I’ll blow her fucking head off on this pretty little couch you fucked me hard on.”

Fuck…

My whole life flashes before my eyes. My father being here was nerve wracking knowing that any minute one of his goons could hurt Abby, but the difference was they’re calculated. I could tell you what their moves were going to be before they were even made. This though, this is so on a whole other level. This bitch doesn’t even know what her next move is. Unstable equals not good.

I need to listen and calm her down. I just hope what I’m going to have to say to her doesn’t hurt Abby.

“Sit the fuck down, Evan.” She waves her gun in the direction of the couch Abby had sat on when my father was here and she’s across from me. Her hands are gripping the t-shirt she’s wearing.

If Monica sees the ring Abby’s wearing she’s going to flip the fuck out. I move my hands to my lap using them to signal her to take off the ring. I pretend to take off a ring on my finger. She doesn’t notice right away, so I move my eyes to my hands. When she sees what I’m doing Monica barks at me again. “Didn’t I tell you to turn this fucking Sinatra off? What the fuck?” She screams as she waves the gun around.

“I have to get up to do that.” I need up so I can get close to her.

“Go.”

I slowly walk toward the mantel that sits on the wall near the fireplace. Fuck, the bag I brought in is gone.
Shit, I took it to the bedroom.

“Please E, how many years did we work together? I know what you’re doing. I
will
shoot her.” She’ll do it anyway if I don’t do something. I take my seat and watch as Abby mouths something to me while moving her eyes in the direction behind me, but I can’t understand what she’s trying to say. “Why her, Evan? Why not me? Why aren’t I good enough for you?” She’s crying hysterically.

“Monica, you
were
good enough, but I was in a fucked up place then.” Time for negotiations.

“I believed you could love me.” She pulls at her hair as mascara runs down her face.

“I couldn’t, not then, I couldn’t even love myself, Monica. I tried to tell you that a million times. I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“Hurt me? You ripped my fucking heart out.” She’s a mess. The makeup running down her face and uncombed messy hair tells me that. This isn’t a well woman.

“Oh Abby, let me tell you what we used to do on this couch, maybe we can swap stories like girlfriends,” she says in a high-pitched condescending tone.

Oh fuck!

She moves around from her spot at the back of the couch to sit next to Abby. The gun’s pressed into her stomach.

“I don’t want to hear your stories, you sick bitch,” Abby spits at Monica.

Holy fuck!
I run my hands through my hair because this is on a whole new level of fucked up.

“Monica, focus on me. Let’s talk about us.” I need to fix this and quick.

“Oh really, Abby? Maybe we should talk about proper etiquette when you have a guest over,” she says, completely ignoring me. “You’re living here now, right?” She’s been watching Abby.

“You’re not a guest, you’re a fucking psycho.”

“Well, let’s talk anyway, shall we? Hmmm? Yeah, he bent me over right there. I dug my nails into the very cushion that you’re sitting on. I loved his huge cock being inside of me making me come every chance he got.”

I see that this is tearing Abby up. I take a deep breath because the gun’s still pressed into her stomach and if I move she could shoot her in a second.

“Honestly, I think you’re just simply in the way, so I’ll take care of that problem right now.” She winks at me.

When your life flashes in front of you the fear that accompanies it is evil, and knowing that my demons are surfacing in ways I hadn’t ever thought would affect Abby the way they have, she’s the one person in this world that I love unconditionally with everything that I am. I will live, die, kill, hell I’d do anything for her.

Our eyes connect with the sound of a gunshot and I know that my world has just been taken away from me. There isn’t anything left for me to hold onto and for that I will die too. I will die and find her in my dreams.

I refuse to live in a world that I can’t touch her in.

“Evan,” Abby mouths with fear and relief burning in her eyes.

Until the next chapter in our lives.