It was a sound of satisfaction. She liked the way I tasted. That alone was enough to make me clench my jaw in effort to hold off coming all over her beautiful face.
Angel looked up at me with innocent eyes.
"Tell me what you like," she whispered.
The heat of her breath licked over my sensitive skin and my dick twitched in her hand.
The realization hit me that she'd probably never done this before.
"Wrap your hand around it. Yeah, just like that," I encouraged. "Suck it into your mouth as far as you can and use your hand, too. Shit, that's good."
Her golden waves fell around her face like a curtain and I lifted some of it out of out of the way so I could watch my cock disappear into her mouth.
She did everything I said perfectly.
Too perfectly.
Angel bobbed up and down a few times when I felt my balls draw up tight to my body.
I wasn't kidding when I told her I was close.
"Fuck, baby … I'm gonna come," I grunted, and tapped her shoulder in warning so she could take me out of her mouth.
But she didn't. If anything, she sucked me harder, took me in deeper.
My entire body tensed up as the orgasm slammed through me. Letting out a hoarse shout, I emptied into the back of her throat as she swallowed every drop.
Angel sat back on her heels, shyly wiping at her grinning mouth, then crawled up my body so I could wrap my arms around her.
"Well, I hope you're proud of yourself," I said, still breathing hard. "That was … perfect."
I loved the feel of her naked body against mine. Skin on skin. I brought my lips to hers for a kiss, then affectionately brushed my nose over hers.
Angel smirked and threw my words back at me. "Life-changing?"
"Definitely," I told her without a doubt.
I wasn't sure if she had any idea how true those words were. Because that's what she was for me.
Life-changing.
*
After breakfast, we watched some morning talk shows before I decided to take a shower, and Angel went into the bedroom to read a book she'd borrowed from Beverly last week.
Being with Angel was easy like that. Comfortable.
We'd quickly developed a relationship where being around each other didn't mean constant conversation, and we didn't feel the need to spend every second together. My mom always told me the best relationships included companionable silences. I never knew what she meant until now.
I guess that's what happened when you basically moved in with someone right off the bat.
Was it normal? No. But that didn't make it any less awesome.
I was walking through the living room, running a towel over my wet hair, when my phone started ringing on the coffee table. Seeing it was Colton, I picked up right away.
"What's up, man?"
As he quickly explained what he learned from Tara the night before, my hand gripped the phone tightly. Every word he said caused the anger to build and I had to restrain myself from saying something shitty to him. None of this was his fault-he was just the messenger.
When we ended the call, my hands shook from the rage I was feeling.
I set the phone back down to keep myself from hurling it into the wall. I was a pretty laid-back guy and it took a lot to make me angry. Kendra had officially crossed the line.
After taking a deep breath, I went to the bedroom to find Angel. She was lying on the bed on her stomach, propping the book up in front of her so I could clearly see the cover. It was one of those smut books with an oiled-up man torso on the front.
I'd been so pissed off a second ago, but I couldn't help smiling as I watched her. Her eyebrows were drawn together and she was biting her nails-something she never did. The story must've been at one of the really good parts.
I almost didn't want to interrupt her. Didn't want to ruin the peace she might finally be feeling. But she had a right to know and maybe it would make her feel better to find out the truth.
I cleared my throat to get her attention and she looked up at me. "Hey," I said.
"Hi," she said back as she dog-eared the page she was on. "What's wrong?"
I went to sit on the bed with her, resting my back against the headboard, and she sat up next to me.
"I just got off the phone with Colton. He found out some stuff from Tara about what went down yesterday," I said, and she waited for me to continue with an impatient expression on her face. "Kendra lied about everything. All of it. There was no missing person's report. She made that poster herself."
"She made the whole thing up?" Angel wanted confirmation, and I nodded my head. "But it had my senior picture … And it sounded so real."
"I know. Apparently, Kendra's a lot smarter than I thought. She must've done some serious Googling on you. That poster she made-it was never even on Facebook. It never went viral. You didn't actually see it on her profile page, did you?"
Angel shook her head. "She just pulled up a picture of it on her phone."
"I'm really fucking pissed at her for this. That's some devious shit right there. But I'm also a little relieved now that I think about it. That means you can relax. There's no missing person's poster out there."
"I'm so stupid." She started thumping herself on the forehead with the book. "I can't believe I believed her!"
"Hey, you're not stupid." I took the book away from her and set it on the nightstand. "This is all on Kendra. I never would've expected her to do something like this either."
"Well," Angel sighed. "I'll still call my case worker, just in case anyone really is looking for me. But I guess I feel better now knowing the poster was fake."
"I'm so sorry this happened, baby." I picked up her hand and absentmindedly fiddled with her fingers.
Her face screwed up. "It's not your fault Kendra's a psycho."
"No." I shook my head. "But I feel like I should've seen this coming. I knew she was giving you a hard time and I should've done something about it sooner."
Angel moved onto my lap, sitting sideways, and looped her arms around my neck. "Let's just both agree to stop blaming ourselves. Okay?"
"Okay." I smiled. Like there was any chance I could say no to her.
*
After suiting up in my coveralls, I told Angel I was heading into the shop for a couple hours and that I'd be back around three. Before I left, she kissed me, looked me in the eye, and told me she would be here.
It was like she could read my mind. Maybe she could tell I felt reluctant to leave her, afraid that when I came home she'd be gone.
I walked quickly down the block, eager to get my work done at the shop, but as soon as I got there Hank sent me home. He'd heard about what happened yesterday from Colton.
"You go be with your girl. Sounds like she needs you right now," he said as he affectionately squeezed my shoulder.
I did leave the shop, but I didn't go straight home. There was something I had to take care of first.
I saw Kendra's car parked behind Buck's so I knew she was there.
I'd known Kendra wasn't the nicest person, but I didn't think she was cruel. One thing was for sure-I'd underestimated her intelligence and overestimated her decency as a person.
Some people made the mistake of thinking that just because I was a nice guy, I was a pushover. They mistook kindness for weakness. I wasn't a fucking pushover and Kendra was about to find that out right now.
Buck's was the same as always. Long bar off to the right and some tables to the left. The place was pretty empty-just one older man sitting at the bar and a young couple at a table by the front window-and I was glad. I didn't want a lot of people hearing what I was about to say.
Kendra was wiping down a table in the back and she looked surprised when I approached her. Surprise gave way to a satisfaction. She obviously didn't know my purpose for coming here. She thought she'd won.
Her smile faded as I got closer, and she saw the cold look in my eyes.
"Are you proud of yourself?" I asked, shoving my hands into my pockets. I would never physically harm a woman, but that didn't mean I didn't have the urge to throttle her.
I held eye contact with her, my hard stare unwavering. She nervously glanced away before deciding to play clueless. "What are you talking about?"
"Are you proud of yourself," I repeated, annunciating the words. "You took a girl who didn't have anything, didn't have anyone," I slashed my hand through the air then pointed it at her. "And you ran her out of town."
Her mouth opened and closed but no words came out. I didn't need her to talk. There wasn't anything I wanted to hear her say.
"You need to listen to me." I leaned forward and flattened my hand on the table between us. "There will never be anything with you and me. Even if I'd never met Angel, that wouldn't change."