Unexpected Angel (19 page)

Zeke continues to tell me about his own proclivities. Perhaps the most shocking revelation of all is that he’s a switch, meaning he is both Dominant and submissive, depending on who he is with.

It’s so much to think about, I have no time to wallow in my own problems. By the time I hear the front door open, I’m intrigued and wish I had more time to ask Zeke questions.

We both stand to meet Dylan in the dining area and Zeke pulls me into a friendly hug. “If you ever need to talk, you know where to find me.”

“Thanks, Zeke,” I whisper, allowing him to rub my back for a moment. “For everything.”

(Dylan)

I glance into the living room as I toss a folder on my dining room table. Seeing Zeke holding Tasha like he is fills me with jealousy. I clear my throat and they both look over at me, neither of them letting go of one another.

“Hey man, how was the rest of the night?” Zeke asks, reaching for Tasha’s hand.

How did they get so close in the few hours I was away?
I know Zeke would never do anything to betray my trust, but I want what he has right now and can’t stop the anger from welling.

“Apparently not as good as things were going here,” I bite out. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Don’t worry,” Zeke says in a patronizing tone. “We were just talking. I have a feeling you’ll thank me someday.”

“Not likely,” I groan, not daring to ask what I’m supposed to be thanking him for.

Tasha stands back watching the entire scene unfold in front of her. I expected her to be pissed or anxious when I got here, but she seems… amused.

Zeke and I sit down at the table to go over the night’s show. I let him know that the owner of Last Chance wants to talk about having us take over all bookings for him as long as we can come up with an acceptable arrangement for splitting the profits. Even after paying our fee for tonight, I know he made more money than he
normally does on a typical Friday night so I’m confident we’ll work out that deal.

Tasha excuses herself, claiming she doesn’t want to distract us while we’re working. She has no clue that I want her here for all of this
; that I see a day in the future when she plays a vital role in our operations. After what I heard tonight, I want that to happen sooner rather than later because I don’t like the idea of her leaving and me not being able to take care of her.

“So, you going to tell me what Tommy thinks about the messages?” Zeke knows what’s going on and I’m proud of Tasha for trusting him enough to share with him. At the same time, I’m livid
because I’m apparently the only one she didn’t say anything to. She needs to know that when she has a problem,
I’m
the one she turns to.

“We found Holly after you two left and she said she has nothing to do with the messages. God, Z, it made me sick listening to her bullshit when she tried to be all concerned about Tasha.”

I need to find a way to convince Tasha that Holly distancing herself is the best possible thing for everyone involved. Tonight, she was at the bar with a known drug dealer and I can only imagine why she was with him. More than likely, she owes him money and he’s allowing her to repay him with sex. Having dealt with the man before, he’s bad news and has no problem using a person’s friends to get what he needs.

On top of that, I know she was lying to me. She might think she’s cute enough to make any man believe the shit that passes through her lips, but I’ve been around enough
bullshitters in my life to smell it from a mile away. If she doesn’t know who is following Tasha, she has an idea.

“What are you going to do?” He asks, stopping when he sees Tasha walking back in
to the room with a plate of sandwiches. She leaves the room and comes back with three bottles of Naked, a micro-brew that she loves.

She plops into the seat next to me and I lean over to kiss her. We’ve only spent a few nights together and haven’t known one another all that long,
but this feels right.

Zeke and I go back to talking about business and Tasha doesn’t last more than ten minutes before she’s trying to excuse herself once again.
I pull her onto my lap, needing the comfort of having her close to me. Zeke looks at me and shakes his head, knowing this is uncharacteristic behavior for me. I’m not a cuddler, I don’t like clingy women, but I’m the one holding onto Tasha for dear life.

I need to figure out how to approach Tasha about what Tommy told me. I wonder if she has any clue how much danger she’s really in.

One look at her, and I see that she’s exhausted. “Precious, we need to get you to bed. Zeke, time for you to go.”

“Yeah man, no problem. Call me tomorrow?”

“You got it. I’m going to need your help with some shit next week, that going to be okay?”

I follow Zeke to the front door so I can give him the broad-stroke picture of what’s going on.
Until we catch this prick, we need to find a way to make sure Tasha is never anywhere unsupervised, no matter how much she fights me on it.

Tasha’s stepping into the shower when I enter the bedroom. Since she left the door cracked open, I see this as an obvious invitation for me to join her. An invitation I have no intention of refusing. Personal rules be damned; tonight is the night I’m going to make Tasha mine. Perhaps then she will see how serious I am about my certainty about her.

It’s not the first time I find myself standing in front of the mirror, watching the water sluice over her body. But this time, I’m going to do something about it. God help me, I feel as if I can’t move because I don’t want to miss a moment of watching the water rolling off her shoulders and over her beautiful tits. She lifts her hands to her hair, piling it on the top of her head and I can’t take it any longer.

I quickly strip out of my button down shirt and black jeans, leaving them heaped on my bedroom floor. Reaching for the waistband of my boxers, I decide to leave them on, just in case she’s not ready for this step.

Knowing how desperate I hope both of us will be by the time we turn off the water, I detour to my nightstand to make sure there are condoms in the drawer. I can’t run the risk of starting something I won’t be able to finish.

Swinging the door wide,
I see ravenous desire in her eyes.

“Need someone to wash your back?” I offer, cautiously crossing the room.

“That depends, Mister Caprese,” she teases, turning her back to me before looking over her shoulder. “Do you plan to torture me again tonight or will you finally give me what I want?”

Fuck. Me.
She has no clue what it does to me when she refers to me as Mister Caprese. It’s not my preferred name, but hearing her playfully put me in a position of power has me ready to blow my load before I can even touch her. My balls tighten and I’m truly embarrassed by the way my cock is tenting the thin cotton of my underwear. Thank Christ she’s turned the other way. I pull the boxers over my throbbing erection and step out of them as I take long strides to reach her glistening body.

I step into the shower and pull her naked body to mine. This is the first time I’ve allowed our bodies to touch intimately and I have to force myself to not bend her over and fuck her from behind until she passes out.

“Precious, you have no clue how much I’m going to torture you tonight.” I grind my cock against the crease between her ass cheeks. She leans forward, trusting me to not let go of her waist.

Still holding her, my hands slide effortlessly up her soapy body until I’m pinching her nipples into taut buds. Tasha throws her head back, moaning my name and I’m powerless
to resist tasting her. My teeth latch onto her neck, biting with just enough force to make her gasp.

“Don’t stop, Dylan! Please!” She turns her head and our mouths crash together, water cascading over our bodies. I promise myself to ask her about birth control and safety because I want to take her just like this as soon as possible.

She leans forward, spreading her legs wider so my cock eases through her folds. I pray that I don’t slide into her dripping pussy because there’s no way I can make her stop grinding against me, bringing herself closer to climax.

I reach between our bodies, wrapping my fingers around
the base of my cock, squeezing tight in a final effort to keep myself from coming with her. She quickens her pace as she rocks back and forth against me, her juices coating my bare skin. We both moan when my cock slides into her tight pussy.

“Fuck, Precious,” I groan.
I’ve done a lot in my life, but this is the first time I’ve felt a woman’s pussy gripping my length without a latex barrier between us. It’s only right that it’s with my angel. But as right as it is, we have to stop. She’s thrusting her hips back toward me, taking my full length and I want to shoot my load into her body.

“Baby,” I plead frantically. “Let’s go to bed.” She
nearly cries when I pull out of her and I understand what she’s feeling. That is the hardest thing I’ve had to do.

I
quickly rinse all of the soap from her body, not bothering to wash her hair. We can do that later because after what I have in mind, we’re both going to need a shower before we go to sleep.

(Tasha)

I give up!
He stopped! Again. I know he likes to go on about needing me to trust him before we have sex, but I’m so far past that I want to cry. And now that I know how he feels inside me, the need is that much greater

“Come on, Precious,” he says, wrapping a towel around my dripping body. “Don’t worry about drying off.”

He lifts me off the ground and carries me to his bed, softly placing me in the middle of the mattress. He lays down next to me, propping himself on his elbow. “You have no clue how bad I want
you right now,” he moans, trailing one finger down the side of my face and neck, between my breasts to my navel.

“Then take me,” I respond breathlessly. When I turn my body to face his, he pushes me back to the bed. His hand travels lower to rest over my bare mound.

“I plan to,” he promises me. “But I need to know that this means something to you. I need to know that you trust me with your body. I don’t fuck random women and I don’t have meaningless sex.”

I question the validity of that statement but I’m smart enough to keep my doubts inside my head. I nod in agreement. Right now, I think I will agree to almost an
ything if it means feeling him inside of me.

“Precious,” he breathes, drawing my eyes to his. “I need to hear you say it. Tell me you’re mine. Give yourself to me.”

“Yes,” I cry. “I’m yours, Dylan. Now please, fuck me.” I’m too wound up to let my outburst embarrass me. I’m about ready to climb on top of him and take what I need.

“Oh,
Precious,” he says softly. “You have no clue how much I needed that.”

I think that’s the end of it and I’m finally going to have him, but Dylan has other plans. He bends two of the fingers that are still resting at the juncture of my legs, burying them deep inside. When he adds a third finger, I want to cry out. With the next thrust, I feel him entering me with four fingers, painfully stretching me. Before I can beg him to stop, his hand twists so his thumb is stroking my clit as he fucks me with the rest of his hand.

“Fuck, baby,” he moans as my hips arch off the bed in a violent orgasm. “You’re pouring over my fingers.”

This time, I want to cry from the hollowness
that I feel when he pulls away from me. I watch his every move as he sits up and opens the nightstand drawer. When he comes back with a condom packet between his fingers, I want to scream “hallelujah” because he’s not regretting what happened earlier; he was just with it enough to not want any unnecessary risks. Sadly, if he hadn’t stopped, I’m not sure I could have asked him to.

I lay there, still trying to recover from my orgasm, as he rolls the condom ove
r his length. He doesn’t need to restrain me; the single sharp look he gives me conveys everything I need to know and my hands fall over my head.

He moves between my legs and I draw in a deep breath. My eyes drift closed, preparing to feel
him as he plunges deep within me.

“Precious, I need you to look at me while I do this.” His hands cup my face and I open my eyes.
The admiration I see reflected back at me erases every thought I have ever had of him being controlling.

He rocks his hips, slowly pushing the engorged head of his cock past my walls, stopping to allow my body to get used to the feel of him. “Dylan, I need more. Please,” I beg breathlessly.

With painful care, he eases himself inside my body and we both cry out in bliss. He stays there a moment before beginning a slow, languid pace. His hand moves beneath my hips, adjusting my angle to allow him deeper penetration. Never before has sex felt anything like this and I know I meant it when I told him I am his. I’m completely wrecked for any other man.

“Precious, I’m not going to last. You’re too tight,” Dylan moans and I arch higher, meeting his thrusts. “Come with me.”

I’m not sure if it was a demand or a request, but his words combined with his cock and the way his hands are massaging my breasts has me falling apart for him again.

This time, he follows me, my body pulsing against his cock, drawing out every last drop he has to give.

We lay there in sated bliss, running our hands over each other’s bodies. I want to ask him to share himself with me, talk to me about his lifestyle but the words catch in my throat. There will be time for that. For now, I choose to worship the body he’s gifted me.

“Precious?” He whispers into the dark night. “Did you fall asleep on me?”

I burrow into his side, smiling as I inhale our combined scent. “Mmm… I’m still here.” Barely. If I close my eyes, I know it won’t take a minute before I will be asleep and replaying the past hour in my dreams.

I feel his body turn toward me, his arm is heavy as it drapes over my body. His breat
hing becomes deep and I think he’s the one who is falling asleep.

(Dylan)

I promised myself I wouldn’t let us go to sleep without having the answers I need regarding
Nick Romero, but I can’t bring myself to ruin the afterglow of our first time together. So now, I’m sitting here staring out the window, enjoying the warmth of Tasha’s naked body pressed against mine.

Tomorrow, I tell myself. There will be plenty of time tomorrow to have unpleasant conversations. Tonight, I’m going to appreciate the woman who has just given herself to me.

“Go to sleep, my precious angel.” I press my lips against the side of her head, offering up a silent prayer that we’ll both get through the storm ahead unscathed.