Текст книги "Seduce Me"

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Chapter 9—G.T

Cruz pulls me out of the main room by barking his fucking order to go. Any other time, I’d be able to kick his fucking ass, but not this time.

I hear Princess and Casey screaming, something about her not being family or some stupid shit. Fucking women.

The glass on the table flies across the room, my arm feeling incredibly strong at the moment. Adrenaline courses through my body, no longer feeling weak. Pregnant. And didn’t fucking tell me. Fuck!

“Calm your ass down.” Cruz says from the doorway. I turn and clench my fist. I’d love nothing more than a fight right now, even if my body can’t take it. He’d pound me though and I don’t want to live with that shit the rest of my damn life.

“Fuck off brother.”

“No, thanks. I have your sister for that.” He smirks; my breathing hitches and my teeth grind together. “This is a shit deal, at least from what I heard about it. You’re gonna pass the fuck out and I’m tired of carrying your ass everywhere.”

“Then leave.”

“Can’t do that.” He walks over and takes a seat in the desk chair, propping his feet on the desk and crossing his legs seeming to make himself right at home. “Talk.”

“I’m not fucking talking about it. You already heard it!” I bark moving to the window. Looking out, cars go up and down the road one after another reminding me that the world always continues even if everything you thought just went to shit.

“Is it true what you told her? That she wasn’t good enough and you wanted different pussy?”

I continue to stare out the window the fury bubbling now to a small boil. “I never said she wasn’t good enough. She made that shit up herself. I did tell her that I needed a variety of pussy and I did kiss the club momma coming out of my room. I lied to her, saying that I fucked her.”

“That was fucking stupid. We all know she means something to you.”

My shoulders sag a bit, but not much. “No shit?” I shake my head. Casey’s right. If only I hadn’t let the lie spew out of my mouth. I’d already regretted it, now quite a bit more.

“Why’d ya do it?”

“Fuck if I know.”

“I call bullshit.”

“Call it whatever the fuck you want. You can leave now.” I turn and face my brother, his eyebrow quirks.

“You don’t wanna talk about it, fine. It’s your shit deal, not mine. But Princess will be all over you like a fly on shit and then I’m gonna hear her bitch. Therefore, this shit storm affects me. So, brother what the hell are you going to do about it now?”

I stare into his eyes, knowing he’s doing his best to help or at least keep himself out of the mess, whichever. “I don’t fucking know.” I say honestly.

“You need to get your shit together. We have Rabbit, Paine and the T-Darts to deal with after Diamond’s funeral. VP will be voted for the day after. You’re obviously gonna be out of commission for a while, but you need to get your head in the game, quick. And now this shit, figure it out.”

I don’t answer him. He’s right and I fucking hate that. “Give me some time. Now go.” I order. This time he listens and leaves the room.

I collapse on the bed my body feeling the exertion that I just gave it. Mia. I was gonna be a dad. The thought is overwhelming. I never thought I’d be one and now I’m sad I’m not. I can see her little face; she looks just like Casey growing up, so alive and full of spunk. Her long blonde hair flowing down her back, blowing in the wind and the biggest green eyes I’ve ever seen. My heart aches and I throw my good arm over my eyes to block out the light. I need dark to match the feelings swarming inside of me like bees ready to sting.

My breath catches and my body feels unbelievably heavy all the sudden, but I welcome it. I welcome the pain; it’s the least I deserve. A lone tear escapes my eye. I bat it away, my mind wandering, nothing making a lot of sense, but the thoughts flood me.

Diamond, T-Darts, Rabbit… VP… Casey… Mia… What the fuck am I going to do? I close my eyes, just as everything turns black.

* * *

“G.T.” A voice says from above me. “G.T.” The sound is louder. “G.T.!” I jump as Princess’ shrill voice comes loud and clear.

“What?”

“Time to take your meds you fucking idiot.” She growls handing me a bottle of water and some pills. I sit up slowly and take the offerings.

“Thanks.”

She huffs. “What the hell were you thinking?!”

“Did you know?”

“No. Not ‘till earlier in the day. She said she was going to tell you after the twenty-four hours was over. She wanted to make sure you were healthy enough to take it.”

“I’m not talking to you about it.”

“Fine.” She crosses her arms over her chest. “Then just listen ‘cause I’m only saying this shit once asshole brother of mine.”

I lay back down waiting for the blow.

“Her not telling you was shitty, but look at the circumstances surrounding that time. It wasn’t all her fault. You pretty much degraded her into her mother, G.T.” My stomach churns at the thought. Casey has always despised the way her mother slept around the club and then abandoned her. “And what was her life? Being raised by a single parent. She knew she could do it on her own and that’s what she was trying to establish before she talked to you. She was giving you an out, G.T. You may not see this, but she was fucking giving you the freedom you told her you needed. Even in her time of confusion and hurt, she was thinking of your ass. She wanted to have enough to raise this baby on her own if that’s what needed to happen.”

I pull my arm over my face, not blocking out what my sister is saying, more like trying to process it all. I didn’t want to think I did that to her so I latch on to the only thing I can. “So why didn’t she tell you then?” I clip.

“Cause I would have told you. She didn’t tell anyone G.T., except for her doctor. She carried it around on her own for months. And the only reason she told her friends Jace and Bella up there was because she was bleeding so bad she needed help.”

“Where the hell you hear all this?”

“Where the hell you think I’ve been for the past four and a half hours brother? I’ve been downstairs trying to console an inconsolable woman. She finally passed out, so I made my way up here.”

How in the hell can everything turn to shit so fast? A few hours ago, I’m ready to make Casey mine and now I’m so fucking angry with her and hurt, I don’t know what end is fucking up. It has to be all these damn drugs I’m on. I’ve got to get off of them.

“I’m not sure what’s running through that thick skull of yours, but you need to figure it out. If you truly love Casey now is the time to show it. She’s a shell of a woman G.T., losing Mia killed a part of her and now she believes you are gone as well. She’s empty and broken. You need to decide what you want and quick. She’s leaving right after Diamond’s funeral and this time she vows no matter what happens, she won’t be back.”

Princess didn’t give me time to respond, the click of the door tells me she’s gone.

I roll off the bed, needing a drink, now. I don’t give a shit about the meds. I need alcohol. Walking out into the main clubhouse guys line the walls and stop to say hi or pat me on my good shoulder. Everyone except for Pops whose eyes glare at me. I walk up to him and the vein in his neck twitches.

“Church, you and me now!” Pops brushes past me and I follow, closing the doors behind me.

Pops looks out the window not bothering to turn and look at me when he begins talking. “Boy, this shit ends now. We’ve got too much going down. The club is at stake and we’re taking out our problems very soon. I need your fucking head in the game and not stuck up Casey’s pussy.”

I nod. “I’m ready.”

“Bullshit you’re ready. You’re still out for another few weeks Doc says, which means, you stay behind.”

“Fuck that! I’ll be fine. You can’t tell me that I have to stay back.”

“Can and did.” He turns and looks me in the eye. “You’ll handle shit inside, but not outside. We will take care of all that.”

“What the fuck Pops?”

“Don’t go getting your pretty panties in a bunch.” He smirks. “Got info from Ransom. Rabbit’s got a hushed meeting coming up here in a few days. Fucker’s trying to be quick and under the radar, but Ransom’s got people.” I nod for him to continue. “All his members in one building and that’s our chance.”

“Bomb it?” He nods. “Buzz needs in on this and so does Tug. They’re real good at that shit.”

“Yeah. After Diamond’s funeral, we have church and it all gets set up. You’ll work from here. Got it?”

“Yeah.” I grumble not happy about it.

“We’ll be picking VP too.” My ears perk a bit.

“Am I up for it?”

“Yeah. You and Becs.” I stare for a moment and process it. I never once thought that I wouldn’t be sitting next to Pops at the table and hearing the other man’s name stuns me for a moment. “Yeah. You’re still young. Remember that.” He says opening the door.

Fuck. All those damn tests they put me through and to not get voted in. I follow Pops out of the room and stop dead in my tracks. Casey is standing behind the bar, her back to me. Tug pauses when he sees me but then continues his conversation with her smiling softly, but keeping one eye on me. Smart man.

Casey’s shoulders sag and she turns around, her eyes landing directly on mine, so many thoughts pouring out of them. She abruptly turns back, Tug nods and she walks out the front door of the clubhouse.

Tug wipes his hands, walking up to me. “Brother, she wants me to take her somewhere. I’m gonna go.”

It isn’t a request for permission, but it is a plea for understanding.

“Where?” I ask abruptly.

“To see Bam.” Fuck. I rub my hand over my face, nod and turn away. He takes his cue and leaves.

Chapter 10—Casey

The entire morning I spent helping Harlow and ten other women get all the food ready for after the funeral today. We made enough food to feed an army, but that’s what we were feeding. An army of brothers. I do anything and everything to keep my mind off of the swirling inside my head, even if only for a moment.

After getting back from seeing Bam yesterday, I stayed locked in my room. Harlow brought me food and tried to coerce me out, but I needed to be alone. Which is totally ironic considering all I wanted before was her comfort before.

I didn’t truly know how G.T. would react to Mia and even though he is pissed as shit, I’m happy about it. I’m happy he cares. It means she mattered to him. Even if he can’t stand to be in the same room as me, at least he cares enough about her to be upset. That’s all that matters.

“You’re riding in the limo.” Harlow says rushing into my room. I’d just gotten the last of my makeup on. I’d decided to go with a simple black dress that hugs my body, but flowed at the bottom. Simple yet cute.

“Okay.”

“You’ll be with G.T.” I turn abruptly.

“You think that’s a good idea? Having us in a confined space.”

“You’re family. You ride in the limo. He can’t ride yet, so he’s with you in the cage.”

“Fine.” I grumble. This is so a bad idea.

“Come on. We gotta get upstairs.” Harlow is wearing her leathers which is to be expected. All the brothers and their ol’ ladies will be riding today in honor of Diamond.

“You riding or riding with Cruz?” I ask climbing the stairs to the main room.

“Riding next to Cruz.” She answers quickly.

Scanning the room, G.T.’s eyes instantly find mine and suck me in. I turn away quickly not wanting to get pulled into the hurt right now. It’s too difficult of a day and I cannot add to it right now.

A commotion from the door commands our attention and all eyes of the club swing that way. A little pixie of a woman stands waving her finger at everyone and no one in particular. I move closer to get a better view. She is dressed in a sleek black dress that shows off her hourglass figure. Her long chestnut hair flows straight down her back. As she turns, I know instantly who she is.

“Shaina?” G.T asks from the far couch. My eyes flicker towards him. He looks good enough to eat. His black pants hug his legs, tight black t-shirt hugs his chest and his rag sets it all off. I shake my head and turn back to Shaina.

Shaina makes eye contact with him. “Well, if it isn’t the MC golden boy, born and bred to run this shithole. Too bad my dad had to die for it to happen.”

“Nice to see you too. Didn’t think you’d make it.” None of us thought she would show her face for it, guess we were wrong… Her relationship with her dad was not the greatest, at least what we knew of it.

“Now come on G.T. what kind of daughter would I be if I didn’t come say goodbye to my daddy?” The tone in her voice pisses me off. It’s smug and arrogant and totally disrespectful to Diamond.

“You didn’t want to fucking say hi to him when he was alive. I doubt it would fucking matter if you say goodbye.” G.T. barks loudly.

“Such a fierce, loyal man you are G.T. Don’t worry, after today I’ll be gone for good. That is after you give me my money.”

G.T. rises from the couch. “What fucking money?”

“I know there is a shit ton of rules in this place. Isn’t there one for a brother killing another brother?” She walks in and stops in front of G.T., turning cold as she says the last three words. My body stills and part of me wants to run to his defense, but I stop myself.

“You fucking bitch. You fucking think I killed him?” G.T. roars.

“You should leave.” Harlow calls from beside me. Shaina’s eyes snap quickly to hers.

“Oh and look who it is, Miss Princess. Don’t you look pretty in all your leather?” She chastises Princess, who walks toe to toe with her.

“You need to shut the fuck up quickly or all these men here will throw your ass out.”

She smirks and turns back to G.T. “What would you call not protecting my dad?”

“I tried to fucking save him.” G.T. clips his vein starts to pulsate.

“Didn’t do a very good job, did ya?” G.T. lunges for the woman just as Harlow grabs her around the throat.

“You are not welcome here. You want to come to the funeral, fine, but don’t fucking step foot back here.” G.T. growls. “Buzz, make sure she leaves. Now.” He nods, grabs Shaina and takes her out of the clubhouse.

“Nothing like getting started early.” Harlow says brushing her hands down her clothes to smooth them out.

“It’s time.” Pops calls out to the club, not acknowledging the outburst and everyone files out.

“I’ll see you there.” Harlow says as I enter the limo.

“Yep. No worries.” I don’t know if I am reassuring her or myself. She nods and takes off leaving the door wide open. I move as far over in the seat as I can, not wanting to touch G.T. I stare out the window waiting to hear the rumble of all the bikes that will follow us. I love that noise.

My body vibrates, sensing him before I feel the movement on the seat. I do not turn to him or talk. I don’t even think I can breathe. This is the closest I’ve been to him since I told him about Mia and while he said some horrible things, I know they were in a moment of hurt. I can’t say I wouldn’t have done the same.

His breathing is the only sound I hear until all the bikes behind us roar to life and we move. The seat begins to shake repeatedly. I look over to see G.T.’s leg bouncing uncontrollably as he looks back at the bikes, his face twisting. He’s hurt and crushed he can’t be on his bike, riding for this. My insides twist.

My hand instinctively reaches out and grabs his leg making him jump and I quickly pull away. “Sorry.” I mumble turning back to the window. Heat flushes through my body. He grunts, no words escaping his lips.

It’s strange that in the course of one day, G.T. and I can crush everything we built over the years. Words. They cut deep, deeper than actions. Each one that spewed out of our mouths came from hurt and in my head, I know that, but my heart is another story.

Anger radiates off of G.T. and if I sat any closer to him, I might just go up in flames. Today though, I don’t have it in me to confront him. When I woke up this morning, I grabbed every bit of strength I could, but now at this moment with the cemetery getting closer, the strength oozes out of me, leaving the grief to strangle me like a vise.

Everything is exactly the same as when Bam died, the limo, the brothers and sisters behind it, and all the chapter members behind them, making one endless stream of bikes. I breathe in deep, I can do this and I will.

The limo comes to a stop and I clutch my tissues in my hand, willing myself to get out. “It’s time.” G.T.’s deep voice bounces off the walls of the car. I nod pulling the door open. The warm air caresses my skin as I turn to look at all the bikes. I breathe in and out deep to stop the tears, but the ache in my heart is so strong, I fear it will bring me down.

Heat envelops my back and I inhale G.T. as his hand rests on my shoulder giving it a gentle squeeze. The kindness is almost too much to bear, but I take it, even if for a moment.

I spot Harlow right away. She parks her bike along with the rest of the club, grabs Cruz’s hand and makes her way to the limo. She eyes her brother behind me and I can feel the daggers in her penetrating stare. “You alright?”

I cough to clear the lump in my throat. “Yeah.”

“Come on.” She grabs my hand pulling it with her and Cruz. I keep my eyes straight not wanting to turn around and see G.T. standing there.

The service is long, which is to be expected and standing this entire time is beginning to wear on me. I glance over at G.T. who is only about ten feet from me, his head is bowed down and I want to go over and wrap my arms around him. Love just doesn’t disappear when you’re pissed at someone. It’s always on the forefront. Always looming.

And I know that Shaina’s words cut him deep.

I lace my hands together in front of me and stare at the man talking in front of this massive group. He’s the same man who talked at my father’s; when his eyes find mine he gives a slight nod in recognition. I let my head fall to my chest and don’t bother to stop the tears from trailing down my face. Thoughts of Bam, Mia and Diamond, swirl so fast in my head that everything begins to get hazy.

I register a hand on my arm, but it doesn’t stop the spinning in my head. “Casey,” is whispered in my ear but I can’t answer. My mouth is dry like I haven’t drunk anything for days. My body begins to feel light. “Casey.” The words are stronger now, but I still can’t answer. I feel the water leaking from my eyes, but none of it matters.

“Cruz, something’s wrong.” I hear. Harlow and I want to answer her and tell her I’m alright, but the words won’t come out. My knees buckle and slam into the dirt, but I don’t feel any pain. I only feel numb.

G.T..

Standing here, I feel a huge weight on my shoulders pushing me down to the ground. Shaina’s words still bounce around in my head. Deep down, I know I did everything I could to protect Diamond at that moment, but I can’t stop the guilt of not saving him.

I look to my left at the beautiful blonde standing next to my sister. I’m so fucking pissed, she didn’t tell me about the baby. I want to be rational and tell her I understand, but I can’t and it’s because of her. The thought of my child growing inside of her flips all these damn feelings inside and I like it, a lot.

I said some pretty shitty things to her. I knew she’d never abort the baby, but I said it anyway. I knew the baby was mine, I never had a doubt. But my damn anger kept shit falling out of my mouth.

Turning back to the ground, I stare at the same blade of grass and think about my life. I love my club. I will protect it and the people in it. She’s what’s missing. Casey my Angel. She is who I need.

A commotion from my left catches my eye. Harlow and Cruz are reaching out to grab a collapsing Casey, but they aren’t fast enough, her knees crash to the ground. My legs move quick, pushing my way through the crowd.

“What the fuck happened?” I growl at my sister who is helping Cruz get Casey up to a chair.

“Shit. I don’t know. She just started swaying back and forth. I called her name, but she didn’t respond and then went down for the count. I tried to catch her.” She bends down climbing in between Casey’s legs. Casey’s eyes are open, but they are glazed over. “Casey? Answer me dammit.” Harlow yells, snapping her fingers in front of her.

“It’s too much for her. Cruz, pick her up.” He does so and I sit in the chair as he places her in my lap. “It’s fine. Please continue on.” I grip Angel as tight as I can; her body lying limp across mine.

After the service is over, I announce, “I’m taking her back to the limo. We’ll ride in the processional back, and then I’m putting her to bed.” I try to rise from the chair, but my grip on Angel isn’t good with one arm. “Cruz, fucking help me.” Anger surges through me that I can’t fucking pick up my girl, but it’s not the place or time for this shit.

“You got it.” Cruz lifts her effortlessly and I can’t help the small bit of envy.

“Take care of her.” Princess says as she grabs my arm tight.

I look down at my sister, “Always.” A smile adorns her face as she lets go.

The ride back to the clubhouse is quiet. Angel’s head rests on my lap and her eyes have now shut. I don’t believe for a minute she is sleeping though and when she speaks, I know she’s been awake the whole time. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make a spectacle.”

My hand sweeps in and out of her hair, feeling the silkiness brush through my fingers. “You didn’t. I knew it was too much for you. I should have been by your side.”

“You don’t need to be anywhere you don’t want to be.”

“You’re always where I want to be, darlin.’”

“I’m so sorry. I should have told you.” I swipe my thumb across the tear that escapes the corner of her eye.

“Yeah, you should have and I shouldn’t have lied about shit either. We both fucked up.” She opens her eyes and stares at me, the lines around her eyes laced with worry. “It’s gonna be alright.”

“You don’t know that. I don’t think it will ever be alright.” No, I didn’t but I’d do my damnedest to make it that way.

“We’ll get through it together.” Her eyes widened and she gaped. When she tries to move, I lock her down with my arm. “Stay.”

Her body stays down, but the tension inside of it is strung tight. “You don’t mean that.” She sighs and looks away.

“Look at me.” Her eyes slowly come to mine. “I was angry when I said that shit. I didn’t mean it. You’re my girl, Angel. You’ve been for a long fucking time and I’m done with all this other bull shit. From this moment on, we figure this shit out together. Got me?”

She stares at me and blinks her eyes. “Are you able to forgive me for not telling you about Mia sooner?”

I can’t lie. “I want to, but right now it’s too raw. We gotta work through that shit. And it’s the same with you and what I did. But Angel, this time I’m not walking away, I’m not making up some bullshit excuse, and I’m not giving you up. You’re with me; the rest of it will find its way.”

“You really believe that?”

“Fuck yeah. I lost you once, it won’t happen again.” Angel’s body shivered

We were the first ones in the clubhouse as I pull Angel through to my room. After slowly taking her clothes off and putting her into one of my t-shirts, I lay her down on the bed and cover her up. I kick off my shoes and pants, climbing in behind her. “Sleep.” I tell her and brush her hair softly until her breathing evens out.

I slide slowly out of bed. I don’t want to leave her, but there is a big party in Diamond’s honor that I can’t miss.

Casey

Waking up with a start, I quickly look around the room. G.T.’s. I sigh and feel the sheets next to me, they are ice cold. He’s more than likely at the party for Diamond and that’s where he should be. I get up and get my purse off the desk. I open it pulling out three black and white pictures. The only pictures I have of Mia and look at each one, each only a small peanut on the paper.

“I love you, baby girl.” I whisper, but this time I don’t feel the twinge of tears that threaten every time I’ve look at them. Instead, a smile graces my lips remembering the feeling of having her grow inside of me.

The door opens and I jump. I look into the blue eyes of the man who has captivated me for most of my life. “You scared me.” I say quietly.

“Whatcha got there?” He points to my hands.

“Pictures of Mia.” His face twists as he steps closer.

“Can I see them?”

I smile. “Of course.” I hand them to him, his eyes graze the paper.

“She’s a little peanut.” I chuckle.

“That’s what I called her.” He hands the pictures back to me and sits on the bed. “What are we doing here?”

“Not exactly sure, never done it before. But I meant what I said in the limo, I’m not letting you go.”

My body pulsates with his words. So long I’ve waited to hear them. “I’m supposed to leave tomorrow.” I say quietly.

“I know, but you can’t. It’s too dangerous. Not right now. I know how important school is to you. We’ll get you set up with shit online or something. You will graduate, I promise you that, but you can’t be up there by yourself.”

“I don’t want to go back.” I whisper. “It’s where Mia was. That apartment is where I lost her.”

“Come here.” His arm splays open and I wrap my arms around his waist and hold on.

“Then you don’t go back.” He says matter-of-factly.

“I wish everything could be that simple.”

“Look at me.” I raise my head resting my chin on his hard chest. “It is that simple. We will figure out a way for you to get your degree and keep you safe. And because I’m selfish, keep you here with me.”

I smile up at him. “Selfish, huh?”

“Damn right.” I lift up on my tiptoes and bring my lips directly in line with his. His breath hitches and my hands snake down his thighs. “You want this?” he growls.

“Always.” I whisper on his lips. He doesn’t give me time to think. His hand reaches up behind my head pulling me to his lips, our lips performing a wonderful dance. He pulls me down on top of him and I straddle his hips feeling his growing length beneath my panties, along with the wetness that’s always there, always for him. He breaks away and stares into my eyes.

“You, Angel. Only you.” His nose dips down and grazes mine making me look up again. He kisses me again, but this kiss is full of promise, of hope, of love. I can feel it in every fiber of my body and I want to believe it. More than anything. I want this… him. Being as careful as I can not to touch his arm and shoulder, I place my arms on each side of his neck and begin rocking back and forth on his body.

Our lips do a magical dance that is sweet and caring, not like the other times. This is different, almost as if we are now on a different level. One thing I always love about G.T. is his intensity, but this… This is squeezing my heart.

I continue to rock my body against his, massaging him and feeling him grow hard as stone. Reaching up he weaves his fingers through my hair, pulling me exactly where he wants me, into a deep kiss, skyrocketing the already intense connection growing inside my body.

I pull away slowly needing to come up for air, my breath coming in small pants. I rest my forehead on his. “I need you, Angel.” My entire body ignites at his words, pulsating and throbbing. “Take your shirt off.” He orders and I eagerly comply, throwing it to the floor.

G.T.

Her perky pink nipples stand at attention and beg me to taste them. “Give them to me.” Casey rises up on her knees and places her hands on her tits giving them to my mouth. I love the way she listens during sex; it is such a fucking turn on. With my tongue and my teeth, I assault those beautiful buds. Putting one in my mouth, I suck hard feeling it elongate as I work it. Casey’s moans and mews spur me on. I love the noises she makes during sex.

Popping her nipple out of my mouth, I move to the second and give it the same treatment as the first. I have never met a woman before that could come just from getting her nipples sucked and bit, but to hell if my Angel can’t. Her breaths get shorter and shorter. She is close. I pull away. “Play with your clit.” Her hands drift down to her panties and her right hand slides right inside. One small graze and she set off like a lightning bolt. Her head falls back as she clamps her mouth closed muffling the sounds coming out. Fuck that.

Watching her fly off is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Her breathing slows and she lowers back down to my lap as her glazed eyes focus on mine. “Next time, I hear you. Got it?” She nods her head. “Can’t hear you.”

“Yes.”

“Angel. I’m gonna need your help here. Take off your panties.” She moves quickly and stands next to the bed as I lay down flat careful not to bump this damn arm. “Top drawer.” She smiles and reaches for the drawer pulling out a condom. I pull my pants down quickly using my feet to push them off completely. My dick springs free, she takes the condom and places it over my engorged head and rolls it down my shaft. Just the slight touch of her hand and I am ready to shoot off.

“Good?”

“Yeah, Angel. Climb up.” She positions herself above my dick and painfully slow, lowers herself inch by inch. I want to push up hard, but I hold back, at least for now. She begins riding up and down, her hair flings back and forth. The sight alone makes me fucking grow harder inside of her.

With her feet planted on either side of my hips, the only part of her body touching mine is her sweet pussy as she slides up and down. Her legs are strong as she rides harder and harder. My hips piston up hard, I use my legs to give me the strength my arm has taken away. Angel’s hands land on my abs and my hand on her hip.

I dig into her flesh and push her down hard with each thrust. “G.T.” She yells as her moans become louder and push me on.

“Touch yourself, now.” I bark. Her hand slowly descends down to her sweet pussy. She rubs as I watch my dick pump in and out of her tight wetness. It’s the best sight I’ve ever seen. “Come Angel.”

As if waiting for my command, she detonates screaming my name loud enough I knew every fucker in this place could hear her. Three more hard thrusts inside of her, I come hard shooting myself in the damn rubber. I hate these damn things, but they are a necessity. Angel is the only woman I have fucked without one, but with everything being so hard with Mia, it’s not the time.

Angel collapses on my good shoulder side careful not to touch the other. Her breathing is unbelievably labored as she tries catching her breath. I notice I am doing the same, but grip her tight not wanting to let go.