She leaned against my shoulder, listening to my words and stifling her tears.
“Angel…you’re staying,” I told her firmly. “I will find a way to convince you that you’re here for good…but tonight, you have to trust me. Can you do that?”
She quietly nodded.
“That’s right…just believe in me, in us.”
“Why, though?” She asked. “Why me?”
“Because I feel something different with you, Angel,” I told her. “If that’s not good enough for you…you’re the first girl who’s seen the inside of this place.”
She glanced around, clearly taken aback by the remark. “Seriously?”
“Like a heart attack… I’m glad you’re here, Angel.”
“Me too,” she whispered, her face finally breaking into a smile.
“That’s right. That’s the girl I like so much,” I told her, tracing her smile with my knuckle. “Now, why don’t you say we get upstairs and relax for the night?”
I took her by the hand, and we slipped back upstairs to my bedroom. When we crawled back into bed, maybe for the first time, we didn’t fuck like rabbits.
We lay there, holding each other, until sleep finally claimed us together.
It just felt right.
22
Angel
I woke up the following morning in Trent’s arms. For a moment, I didn’t recognize where I was, but it all started to finally come back to me. He was happily snoring away, and I smiled and just watching him from a few inches away.
He finally opened his eyes a few minutes later, returning my smile with his own confident, cocky grin.
“You hungry?” He asked.
“Little bit.”
Trent nuzzled me closer, stretching his arms out with a yawn and letting them pull me tighter against his body. He rested on his back, and I slid into position against his chest.
I could feel his morning wood against me, and I wondered how his cock could stay this hard and rigid all the freaking time.
“We don’t really have much,” he mentioned, staring up at the ceiling. “We need to take one hell of a shopping trip.”
I nodded.
He lifted my chin and tried to kiss me, but I pressed a finger against his lips.
“Mm-mm,” I shook my head.
“What? What’s the matter?”
I turned away. “I’m a dragon in the mornings.”
It took Trent a second, but he realized what I was saying. With a mischievous growl, he pulled my face close anyway, tugging me into a loving kiss.
“Eh, fuck dragon breath,” he laughed.
My hand brushed his weapon, and his chuckles faded away to hungry, monstrous need.
“Nuh-uh,” I coyly commanded, watching him carefully with raised eyebrows and a slightly open grin. “You’re going to be good if you want this taken care of…”
I began to stroke him slowly.
He started to move forward, but I stopped.
“No…you want this, you’re listening to me…”
He growled hungrily, his eyes red-hot with pulsating need that stretched all the way down to the hammering, throbbing vein of his cock.
“That’s right,” I murmured, stroking him harder now. “You just lay back and let me take care of you…”
I lowered my lips to his weapon…
An hour later, we were freshly showered – together, of course – and in his Dodge Viper convertible. As he zipped in and out of traffic with the top down, we sailed along towards downtown.
After phoning in an order directly to the manager, we stopped in for breakfast at a small French café. Trent pulled a baseball cap and a pair of sunglasses on, and we took our seat outside in the patio area.
A waitress brought us our food, smiling knowingly.
“Is that really necessary?” I asked him.
He flashed a small, cocky grin.
“Act like you know me,” he chuckled. “The paparazzi just love a random sighting on the streets, either from a cell phone pic or their own cameras. And I have a reputation for being…somewhat private.”
“Can’t see where anyone would get that impression,” I remarked as I took a bite out of a delicious, buttery croissant.
“One wrong move, one word out of context, and I could be sitting on a scandal that might burn me alive,” Trent replied. “My band is a bit of an anomaly in the pop world these days, and the others have been getting into the wrong kind of attention. Public intoxication. Caught on camera with a girl and a hotel room balcony. Shit like that.”
“And you’re spotless.”
“I’m a disaster waiting to happen,” Trent laughed. “I could fall into a serious heap of trouble. Last thing I want to do is that…anything that would jeopardize their livelihoods. So, I try to keep clean in public. Now, within the safety of my own home…”