“You’re right. I do,” she answered quietly. “Can we go in the living room and sit down?” Instead of answering, he tucked her under his shoulder and they walked down the hallway together before he dropped down to the sofa and pulled her into a similar position.
“Now, what’s going on?” he asked, not sounding angry, but rather determined.
“This is why you took off without telling me, isn’t it?” she asked, already knowing the answer.
“That’s correct,” he replied, without hesitation. “I was pissed and uncertain as to how to handle it. It seemed better that I take the adult version of a time-out, so to speak, than stay here and say something stupid.”
“We’ll get back to that in a moment,” she said before telling him exactly why she had agreed to attend the first counseling session with Bill. He remained quiet, letting her talk until she reached the part of her telling her ex-husband that she wouldn’t be accompanying him again and that she wished him well.
“So that’s what brought on the visit from your mother this evening?” he guessed correctly.
“Yep. I wasn’t taking her calls, so she must have decided to corner her other daughter, probably in hopes that I was there hiding from her. Most people might have left it for another day when they saw a driveway full of strange cars, but not my mother. She’s not shy at all about causing a scene, as you witnessed firsthand.”
Mark dropped his head back, looking up at the ceiling. “Even after everything you told me about her, I still never expected her to be as bad as she was. I may have joked about it before, but she truly is the female version of my father, and you have no idea how much I hate that for you, Angel.”
Crystal stroked a hand up and down his chest, enjoying being close to him once again. “It’s not a good feeling to know that I’ll probably never have many peaceful moments in my life because of her. Sometimes I wonder if I’ll eventually just crack under the pressure of it all.”
His arm around her had tensed before relaxing once again. “You’re stronger than that, baby. Your mother is a bully and needs to be put in her place.”
Looking up at his handsome face, she quirked a brow in wry amusement. “And how’s that working out for you with your father?”
“Touché.” He winced. “Possibly, this is one of those instances when you need to do as I say and not as I do. Believe me, I know how hard it is, Angel. I’ve lived it for most of my life. And I don’t want that for you.”
Allowing her hand to slide downward until it reached the bulge behind his zipper, she lowered her voice and told him, “What I want is to not think of parents at all for the rest of the night. I’ve missed you so much.”
“Fuck, I’ve missed you too,” he hissed when she unbuckled his belt, before dealing with the fastening and zipper on his pants. He was already semihard when she lowered the material of his boxer briefs, releasing his heavy weight. “Angel,” Mark shuddered, thrusting his hips upward to meet her stroking touch.
His mind was still on everything that had happened earlier at Ella’s, but his body was firmly aligned with Angel. When she wrapped her plump lips around his cock, a groan escaped his throat. He threaded a hand through her hair, guiding her wet mouth up and down his length. “Fuck yeah, baby,” he moaned. “Relax your throat and take it all.” She gagged as she attempted to go too far. The vibrations were enough to nearly make him lose his load far too soon. It took her a few more attempts, but then she was working him exactly the way he needed. “That’s right, Angel,” he praised. “You feel so goddamn good.”
His balls tightened and his spine tingled, proof that he was close. He tried to pull back, not wanting to catch her by surprise. “No,” she mumbled around his cock and took him in farther. That was it for him. He was coming and powerless to stop. He only hoped she would push him away before she suffocated on his cum.
Instead, she took everything that he gave her and sucked him dry. “Angel.” He found himself begging for mercy. “Baby, stop before I pass out.”
As spent as he was, when she sat back on her knees and licked her lips, he felt his dick twitch. Then he lost his heart to her when she gave him a saucy smile and asked, “Good, right?” At this defining moment, he knew he was in love for the first time in his life. Most men were probably prone to some fuzzy thoughts after a blow job, but an outstanding one was enough to make the biggest of bastards sentimental. Since none of those had ever applied to him, he knew this was different. He could easily picture himself having moments such as this with her for the rest of his life, which was the real confirmation that she was different. “It was amazing,” he agreed as he stroked her cheek. He stood, pulling his pants up so that he wouldn’t trip over them, before extending a hand to her. “Come on, baby; let’s go to bed.” She allowed him to lead her down the hallway and into his darkened bedroom. He left her at the doorway while he walked across the room and turned on a bedside lamp. Then he quickly stripped and took a seat at the foot of the bed. She looked at him uncertainly as if awaiting his instructions. Good girl. “Do you need my help taking your dress off?”