Angel Page 9

  The end result of all this was going to mean war with the Mexicans.

  My club would demand revenge for their brother, and they would seek it out like a blood sucking vampire. When Digit told them about the money, they’d want their pound of flesh for that, too.

  I should have been concentrating on that and what leading my men into battle would mean. I should have been organizing, being creative to come up with battle plans, sharpening the knives and readying the troops, but I wasn’t.

  All I could think about was making sure Rosie was safe.

  Making sure she was out of the picture, out of harm’s way, before all hell broke loose. I couldn’t have her caught in the crossfire.

  The sensible part of my brain, the one that kept me in the president’s chair and the enemies at bay, knew that before I instigated a full scale riot, I needed to be absolutely sure that the Mexicans were responsible. If the Carnals went to war half-cocked and half certain, the blood would flow deep and stay that way for the next few decades.

  “Razor,” I barked down the phone line. “You need to get to the hospital and find out what the fuck happened.”

  “Already on route,” he replied smugly, pissing me off that word had got to him before I could give the presidential order.

  “Report back to me first.”

  “Forget the fucking politics and trying to calm the waters. There’s no calming this shit down. It’s a fucking tsunami. We go to war,” he growled. “Have you called the brothers in for a sit down?”

  I could practically hear him salivating at the thought of bloodshed. “Not yet. I flip that switch without being sure and it’s a move we can’t backtrack.”

  “Fuck, Prez!” he shouted. “What do you want, a signed confession with witnesses?”

  If I couldn’t calm Razor down, he’d have the other brothers braying for chaos with him. “No. I want to make sure Merry is gonna fucking mend first and not end up some vegetable thanks to those bastards. So, do what I ask and go to the fucking hospital.”

  I could practically feel his deeply exhaled frustration. Toeing the party line had never been Razor’s strong point and me forcing him into it was never well received, which was why his only response was to hang up the call.

  I was supremely pissed off when I finally got to the Sentinels compound, and it didn’t abate when I found Rosie, once again laughing and drinking coffee with Throttle. The more I saw of this guy, the more he irritated me. He was always too close for my liking and whatever he’d just said had her laughing so much that she looked like she was struggling to breathe.

  “You did not!” I heard her screech and I had to stop myself from going bat shit crazy and fucking shit up.

  As I walked over to them, Rosie was doubled up with laughter. The little Harley Davidson dress she wore was more like an oversized t-shirt and showed way too much flesh for my sanity. Her feet were shoved into bright pink and white motor cross boots and matched the shade of the pink bandage on her wrist. Her uninjured arm was so overcrowded with leather bands and tangled silver that it looked like a jumbled mess. Rosie’s wild hair was piled on the top of her head and the outline of her neck reminded me of the previous night, like my tongue had memorized the swell and contours of it as she breathed.

  The laughing stopped dead the minute I got close enough for her to realize that someone was approaching her, and in a bad ass, sexy as shit move, she grabbed at the pendant hanging around her neck and began to fidget with it. My attention immediately shifted to her tits because she was teasing the pendant in front of my two favorite words, Harley and Davidson. Throttle, though, was very unhappy about my interruption and if looks could kill, I’d have been six feet under already.

  “Angel, you got a minute?” I stopped directly in front of her and tried to rein in my temper. The only way to achieve this would be to completely ignore everyone else, especially her apparently funny coffee companion.

  She looked up at my face. “Sure.” There was no nerves or embarrassment. Rosie was self- confident and assured; she was also seemingly unaffected by the orgasm I’d given her last night and that pissed me off. She’d had her orgasm and I didn’t need an instruction manual for me to understand that me not getting the release I wanted was partly responsible for my grumpiness.

  That would never do. It had to be memorable for her, too, especially as I’d still got a raging hard on that seemed to get harder the more she smiled at me and played me.

  “Alone.”

  Throttle didn’t move a fucking muscle. Gotta give the guy some kudos—for a prospect he had some serious stones. If any prospect of mine treated a visiting president like this, I’d have them washing cum stained sheets with their toothbrush for a solid year.

  Rosie sensibly interpreted the tension between the fuckwit and me carefully and decided to move and follow me.

  I was right about that useless excuse for a dress—it barely covered anything and if I found out that she was commando underneath it, she was going to get her ass tanned. So, just to be on the safe side, I waited for her to walk ahead so I could follow closely. The thought of Throttle watching her ass walk away would do nothing for my mental state. I was frustrated beyond belief and it was either take that frustration out on her with my dick, or put my fists through his skull.

  Rosie made to turn into the clubhouse and I diverted her to the hole in the fence, towards the overgrown field between her house and the compound. I needed privacy so I could speak with her, and hopefully for something else. If Vix was at home, I guessed I’d be leaving with blue balls again.

  “What’s going on, Declan?”

  “We need to talk.”

  “Could have done that back there.” I started to keep pace beside her and stopped abruptly when it sounded like she was about to argue with me. “I’m not going any further until you tell me what’s going on.” Predictable as ever, Rosie hitched a hip out, jutted out a boot to follow and then crossed her arms under her delicious tits, just to prove it.

  “You’ve got two seconds to start moving or I move you.”

  “I don’t think so.” With a renewed sass level, she grabbed the damn pendant again, only this time I was close enough to see it was a pair of angel wings carved in silver.

  “Two, baby,” I mumbled and grabbed for her.

  Rosie squealed as I unbalanced her and threw her over my shoulder, and just as I expected her to start breathing fire, she began to untuck my t-shirt from my pants.

  “You wanna undress me, baby?” But when she reached for the waistband of my boxers, I realized her intention. “Do not give me a fucking wedgie, Rosie. Do that and you’ll be sorry.” Really, though, I knew it’d be me who was sorry. My cock and balls were already aching for her, and when I felt her constrict my man meat even further, I heard the mischievous little witch giggle. Trying to halt her progress, I slid my hand up the back of her barely covered thigh, ignoring the curve of her ass cheek and gave it a quick, sharp spank. “Two can get into ass play, beautiful.”

  “That’s not ass play,” she moaned, and her cheeky comeback had my soldier upright at attention and begging for his freedom to march.

  Unfortunately, my palmed warning did not deter her and I felt her fingers return to their quest for wedged constriction. “Stop that, Rosie!”

  “Or?”

  “No or.”

  Rosie stilled on my shoulder and as I breathed a sigh of relief that she was finally falling into line, I heard, “Bring it on, bad boy,” before my fucking boxers started to floss my ass cheeks and strangle my bollocks.

  “Fuck’s sake!” Rosie laughed at her triumph and I awkwardly widened my stance to compensate in an effort to keep walking. “How old are you?”

  The only answer I got was more giggling and tugging at my under crackers. As I went to slap her ass again, I ended up stumbling and just managed to catch her before she face planted to the floor. I did, however, manage to engineer it so I landed on top of her. “Uh oh.” My sarcastic murmur garnered a gleam fro
m her eyes that was both sexy and cute at the same time. It was completely adorable. “You know what I’ve just remembered?” She shook her head, smiling wildly. “How ticklish you used to be, Rosie.”

  A look of panic crossed her face. “You wouldn’t?”

  “I would.”

  “I might piss myself.”

  “A golden shower from you, like a bucket list check point sweetheart.”

  “You wouldn’t?” she challenged again, so I did. I wriggled my fingers up under her dress until I found her rib cage and let her have it. Rosie bucked about, somehow pleading, squealing and giggling all at the same time while she cried out with peals of laughter.

  Being really honest, it was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen and did nothing to improve my pork sword situation. The sight of her rounded hips, girlie stomach, and pierced belly button flipped a switch inside me that I could no longer ignore.

  And Rosie knew it.

  She knew the moment things went from playful to downright sexy when I grabbed her chin and put my lips on hers. Her body was stretched out beneath mine and my body was on fire with the thought that I was going to get everything I fucking wanted.

  When we kissed, her lips chased mine and when I pulled back she came at me, hungry for more. Right there, in the middle of an overgrown field, surrounded by tall, unkempt grasses and away from prying eyes, I was going to fuck my way into Rosie Collins’ life.

  “Say no right now if you don’t want this.”

  I watched her lips open, still plump and flushed from our rough kissing, and felt my heart drop. She was going to pull the fucking plug on me for a second time. “You best not be a disappointment, Dec.”

  Those were her words.

  Down to the last second, she gave me fighting talk. Rosie threw down a gauntlet and challenged me because she was the most beguiling person I’d ever known.

  “Sweetheart, I’m no two pump chump.”

  Her eyes flicked south to my crotch, just to double check I wasn’t lying, and when she licked her lips with hunger, I nearly proved myself wrong and nutted in my pants. “Let me see it, just to make sure it’s going to keep me interested.”

  With a smirk on my face, I unzipped my pants and proved it. My cock was jutting out the top of my boxers, its swollen head exposed by a good two inches. “Think you can handle this?”

  Rosie didn’t need challenging. She pulled her dress up and over her head, leaving her splayed on the ground in the sheerest black bra I’d ever seen. Her nipples were so hard they could’ve forced their way through the fabric of their own free will. “I know I can.”

  The frenzy kicked off again and it was game on. My mind flitted through every possibility laid out. I wanted to touch every part of her body with every part of mine. I’d fucked women before, whores who knew how to give me what I needed and girls who had no idea at all. But this, what was happening right now, was a whole other level. For the first time, I was going to fuck someone who challenged me, who played the game as well as I did. Someone I felt a connection with. This wasn’t just the need for a release; it was a burning need to feel it happen. What was electrifying between us at this moment was a battle of wills, both of us taking, both of us giving, and it became a simultaneous race to see who could prolong the desire to the finish.

  The scrap of fabric covering the pretty pussy I’d felt last night was ineffective against my advances. They were already soaked through, and as I ripped them from her body, I threw my cut on top of them, determined to keep them as a memento. I wanted a keepsake of the first time I bested Rosie and she bested me.

  When I slapped my cock against her mound, her legs fell open wider and it drove me wild to know that she was as desperate for this as I was.

  When I finally breached her walls, I had to tell myself to go gentle; the urge to surge forward and settle deep was strong. When I finally sunk myself in, it was hard to tell who was winning as we were both panting with effort and restraint.

  When I began to move, she met me with every fucking stroke, her body begging me to claim it. I settled into my rhythm and committed every single second of it to my memory bank. The sheer beauty of Rosie and being inside her would stay with me, detail for detail, until I drew my last breath.

  I knew when it was becoming too much for her as she began to claw at her tits before she reached and grabbed for my shoulders. I was punishing us both with the pace and I knew it, but she’d laid down the gauntlet in the first place and I was simply following her rules.

  “You there?” I got no answer but watched as she reached up and grabbed my hair, her bandage rubbing awkwardly on my forehead. She tugged fiercely until my face was inches from hers, nose-to-nose and eye-to-eye.

  “I’m there. I want it,” she groaned.

  “Oh, you’ll fucking get it.” Two thrusts later and my body was shaking its way to release. Rosie was already mid-orgasm and when I felt how long it went on for, I came like I’d never done before, with ferocity, with clarity, and I’m sure, producing volumes of cum that my body had never released before.

  After what felt like a lifetime, I pulled out of her and fell to my back. Both of us were red, sweaty and breathing in as much air as we could, like we’d been starved of oxygen. “Did I hurt your wrist, babe?”

  “No, I’m due to get rid of this soon. You’ve just convinced me I need to get rid of it sooner.”

  Rosie smiled at me and it was like the sun bursting through the fucking clouds. “God, I’ve missed you.”

  “And bonus, you’re not a two pump chump.”

  I looked back at her, relishing in the confirmation that I was a sex God. “This a performance review? I think I aced it.”

  “I was thinking must try harder.”

  I snorted at her cheek. “So noted, baby.”

  I grabbed her good hand and pulled her up. I still needed to talk to her, but all I wanted to do was sit half naked in that field and watch the clouds pass over us.

  The sound of a bike heading to her house reminded me that, fantastic sex or not, I still needed to warn them all about the shit that was swirling around my club. I could now kill two birds with one stone if JP was at home.

  All this trouble was too close to Rosie for my comfort and I had to protect her.

  I followed my woman—yeah, she was already my woman—across the rest of the field.

  “Are you checking out my ass?”

  “Absolutely.” Rosie flung me a wink over her shoulder and fuck me if I didn’t feel myself get hard again. As I was about to scoop her up for round two, my cell vibrated in my pocket.

  “Yeah?” I answered. I would have ignored it, but it was Razor.

  “Our boy is breathing and awake.”

  “Thank fucking Christ for that.” At the sound of my voice, Rosie stopped to see what had my attention running so hot and away from her swaying ass.

  “He’s functioning and already planning a tattoo to commemorate the occasion. Something done over the wound when it heals, crazy fucker. But first, he has his sights on a number of explicit bed baths. The nurse variety.”

  “What else did he say?”

  “He confirmed the suspected culprits. He got stuck trying to step in for the old man.”

  “Shit. Not good news.”

  Just as I was about to continue, Rosie piped up, “Coming, Dec?”

  It was too much to hope that Razor hadn’t heard her. “You entertaining?”

  “No.” My reply was short, direct, and completely closed down any further questions. My relationship with him was already sketchy and if he thought I was getting my dick wet while we were on the verge of war, he would just push against me that much harder.

  “Talking of females who may or may not be in your current locale, Angel.”

  I fucking hated hearing her name spill from his evil lips. I kept my eyes firmly on her as she waited for me to get closer to her, like blinking or looking away for just a second might cause him to appear and steal her away. “What about her?”


  “The Mexicans sliced and diced Daddy Davis because the payments stopped. They’ve been watching junior and know she’s a weakness.”

  “She is fuck all to him, nothing. She does not exist for any of them.” I was well aware that I was growling my words now.

  “Settle down,” I heard him say, but didn’t miss the smile in his words. The fucker had achieved what he wanted, for me to confirm that I had a weakness. “I’ll let you break it to the Sentinels. Those cunts get hold of her and she’ll have a fair shot at becoming an angel for real. That’s only after they’ve—”

  I hung up on him. I couldn’t hear anymore. I was a nano-second away from grabbing Rosie and running.

  “What was that call? Your mood has gone from sex God to zero.”

  This time I didn’t hang around; I grabbed her hand again and pulled her to the house quicker, heading straight for where I could hear the sound of cutlery as it scraped across crockery, and contented chatter between the Sentinels president and his old lady.

  “Sorry to break up your lunch, Prez.” JP looked thoroughly pissed that I was in his home, yet Vix took one look at Rosie’s hand in mine and smiled like it was a fucking fairy story.

  “There a reason why you’re in my house without an invite and holding hands with our Angel?”

  Their Angel.

  “There is. I’m claiming her.”

  The temperature in the room dropped to sub-zero. For an old fella, JP moved quick, and was suddenly in my space, looking for me to retract those words. I could see Vix was trying to hold back the dreamy smile on her face and show some compassion for the trauma I’d just served up for her old man.

  Rosie was motionless beside me with her mouth popped open wide in astonishment. I hoped the fact that she was still holding my hand and not clambering to claw my eyes out was a good sign.