Angelic Ties [His Guardian Angels 2] (7 page)

Dex turned his head and growled over his shoulder. “I’m not fucking porcelain, Cross. Fuck me already.” Madigan’s giggle was muffled but still clearly laughter. “Bren’s ready,” Dex added, pushing forward slightly. Cross reached down and massaged Dex’s sac as he pushed inside Bren. The strangled groan gave him intense satisfaction.

Once he knew that Dex was fully seated and Bren was mewling for more, Cross speared Dex’s sweet ass with his cock. It was fast, probably too fast, but he was really turned on at this point and didn’t think he could take much more. He stilled once he was all the way inside him, knowing that Bren was having to adjust to a lot just then.

“God, that’s hot,” Madigan repeated from somewhere in front of him. Cross imagined that they provided quite the visual.

Yuri’s chuckle answered his repeated declaration. “Don’t talk with your mouth full, Madigan.” A happy little noise filled the air along with the sound of licking. Oh God, Cross wished his could see what was going on. His eyes slid shut, and he just concentrated on breathing and listening to his lovers as they all voiced their pleasure in the little moans, grunts, and groans that Cross was becoming accustomed to hearing when they were all in bed with one another.

How had he ever stood just one lover at a time? The aural stimulation alone from all of them was pure paradise.

Dex started moving, fucking himself into Bren’s body and squeezing down on Cross’s cock at the same time. It wasn’t long before they found a rhythm that had them all gasping. Cross’s body was so tightly strung that he knew it would take just a little push to throw him over the edge into the abyss and beyond. Bren’s cries of pleasure echoed off the walls of their bedroom, and Madigan’s moans answered him.

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“Dex,” Cross managed to gasp out in warning as the tingling at the base of his spine signaled his impending orgasm.

“Go ahead,” Dex rumbled, clearly almost there as well. “Fuck me full of your cum.” Cross did just that, pounding into Dex’s ass hard enough to jar the whole bed with the force of his movements. Bren screamed his pleasure to heaven as the movements triggered his release. Dex grunted out something that sounded like an “I love you”

before stilling in orgasm as well.

Finally, the only sound in the room was their harsh breathing as they rested against one another in the aftermath of their fucking.

Cross kissed Dex’s sweaty shoulder. He reached around and found the skin of Bren’s back, petting it in praise. His lover was brave.

“Guess that means Bren is fair game, huh?” Madigan wondered, a smile in his voice. Bren mumbled something that sounded like an affirmative. “Goodie. I want a turn.”

“Watch it, bright eyes,” Bren warned. Dex groaned as Bren wiggled out from under him and crawled over to Madigan, who still had a drop of Yuri’s pleasure on his lips. He lapped it off with sure licks of his tongue. Cross felt his arousal twitch at the visual, and Dex made a noise of protest.

“Out,” the big angel grumbled. Cross did as he was bid and rolled to his side. Life finally felt like it was where it was supposed to be.

“Who has first watch?” Michel wondered as they all settled into a snuggle fest. Cross’s mind was a wash of cotton. He just didn’t have the energy to think.

“I’ve got it with Dex,” Yuri said. Cross held Madigan as Bren snuggled to his other side. Glad they knew the schedule. He yawned.

“Wake me up when it’s my turn,” he muttered.

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“Come on, guys! I’m going to be late!” Madigan yelled up the stairs from his place in the foyer. He glanced at the clock. He really needed to get to the shop and fire up the ovens. It was already fifteen till six. He would just have enough time to get his pastries done for morning traffic if he hurried.

Michel skated down the hallway as Madigan hollered. He’d been in the angel room apparently, because Madigan couldn’t think of any good reason that he would be on that side of the house anyway. He was dressed in a simple, navy-blue T-shirt and jeans that he still managed to look sharp in. The blues contrasted nicely to his blond hair.

“Sorry. There was a message from Lord Raphael that Cross wanted me to grab.” Michel gave him a crooked smile and grabbed one of the new black leather coats from the coat stand. Madigan had no idea where they’d come from. Bren and Cross had come in with an armload of them Sunday night, along with a few trash bags full of clothes in all their various sizes. Dex had been the hardest to fit because he’d been the tallest.

“All good. What did he have to say?” Madigan was still intensely curious about the man who was his angelic father. He’d yet to talk to the man, something about angelic laws and forbidden rendezvous or something like that. He was still pretty fuzzy on the whole subject when Cross had tried to explain it to him.

“Just telling us to take care. Apparently, some of the hunters are petitioning to have us removed as your guardians despite being joined to you. They’re not happy.” Michel leaned down and gave his cheek a
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kiss. “Nothing for you to worry about, cutey. You need to worry about making enough pastries for our breakfast because, I’m not going to lie, I’m starving to death.”

“I second that motion,” Dex said, coming down the stairs and snatching his own coat. He was also sporting a T-shirt and jeans, except his were all black. “I’ve been looking forward to your pastries since learning that you were a partner at a pastry shop.”

Madigan looked at them in dismay.
Crap
. He was going to have to fix twice what he normally did just to keep up with their appetites. He supposed it was only fair, though. His angelic appetite made meals of them more often than not, and all the extra calories they were burning keeping him sexually sated needed to be replaced. Yuri had been Madigan’s “breakfast” this morning.

“Where are Bren and Cross?” Madigan asked, tapping his foot in impatience. He really needed to get moving.

“They’re coming, baby,” Dex reassured. He petted Madigan’s head before putting a toboggan on it. “It’s cold,” he said by way of explanation. They were forever taking care of him. It was kind of nice.

“Where’s Yuri?” Michel wondered. Madigan felt a blush steal over his cheeks. He’d left him in the shower after they’d…

“Um, getting ready in my old room,” he muttered. Dex and Michel shared a knowing grin.

The front door swung open, making them all jump. “I told you the car was fine and the wards were in place. You never trust me to do anything,” Bren complained. He was shirtless, so they must’ve been flying. Madigan wished they would at least wear scarves or something. They were liable to catch colds running around half naked. Wait…Did angels catch colds?

“It never hurts to have an extra pair of eyes look at your work, Bren,” Cross said, coming in right behind him. “I was just worried.”

“You always worry,” Bren grumbled, folding his wings back against his spine. Madigan watched in fascination as they disappeared
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into his flesh. He knew there would be a tattoo in their place when Bren turned around. “Seriously, asshole, lay off.”

“Oh bite me,” Cross growled.

“Why aren’t you two dressed yet?” Madigan demanded, interrupting before they got into another tiff. They glanced at one another sheepishly. Madigan sighed. “Please, go get some shirts on.

We were supposed to leave fifteen minutes ago.” They each pressed cold kisses to each side of his face and took off up the stairs. “And grab Yuri while you’re up there!” Ten minutes later, and twenty-five minutes late, they were finally pulling out of the driveway. It was not easy to fit that many grown men into his car. Madigan was beginning to feel like a clown in one of those little circus cars. Michel had sat in the passenger seat, Cross had sat behind him in the backseat with Yuri perched in his lap, Bren had sat in the middle, and Dex had sat behind Madigan since he was the shortest and could have his seat farther up than Michel.

“I’m going to invest in a SUV,” Madigan muttered as he turned onto Twenty-First Street. The commute was only about fifteen minutes, but still, his angels were cramped.

“They’re a lot safer,” Dex piped up from the backseat.

“And roomier,” Yuri seconded as Madigan hit a pothole in the road and Yuri smacked his head into the cloth-covered roof. Madigan winced for him. Poor guy.

“I’ll have to wait a couple months to get a down payment together,” Madigan said apologetically. “The shop never really makes enough for big purchases, and since I haven’t been working, it’ll be a little while.”

“Nonsense.” Cross snorted. “I’ll speak to your father right away.”

“He’s an angel. You guys don’t have human currency, do you?”

Madigan wondered.

“We’re guardians, Madi.” Michel reached over and petted his thigh. “Our resources are pretty unlimited so long as it falls within the perimeter of our missions. We have earthbound angels all over the
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world who own businesses, work jobs, and are strategically placed to keep us all as prepared as we can be so that we can better protect our charges.”

Madigan was so engrossed with the idea that angels were literally just walking among humanity as everyday joes that he nearly missed the red light that had just turned. His foot punched down on the break, throwing them all forward as the tires squealed to a stop.

“Crap!” Madigan yelped. “I’m sorry, guys. God.”

“It’s okay,” Yuri said, cringing. “Cross’s knee only went partway up my ass instead of all the way.”

Dex smacked his arm behind Bren’s back. “Please, just pay attention, baby,” he said to Madigan.

They arrived shortly thereafter at the shop. The sun was rising steadily on the horizon and painting the world in pleasing shades of pink and orange. It was bitterly cold, but the day held a promise of sunshine.

“Huh,” Madigan murmured, checking out the cloudless sky.

“Looks like the devil was wrong about the weather.” The others didn’t offer comment but instead concentrated on maneuvering to get out of the car. Madigan’s gaze went from the sky to the pavement as he parked in his familiar parking space. He looked up at the rusty steps and the busted window of his darkened apartment. He’d forgotten about the broken window. His angels had gotten all of his things that were recoverable from the wreckage days after he’d arrived at his mother’s house. He’d sort of been in shock at the time, so now that he was seeing the destruction first hand, it hit him all over again.

A warm arm fell around his shoulders, Bren’s. “It’ll be all right, bright eyes,” he murmured. “We’ll make a new home together.”

“We can’t live at my mother’s house forever,” Madigan said in a sad voice. “Where will we go?”

“We’ll figure it out. Let’s just get through a workday. Okay?”

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Madigan nodded. He didn’t know what he’d do without his men.

They centered him. He could deal with anything so long as they were there with him. The apartment was painful to think about, but the things he’d traded it in for were worth it. Bren was right. He didn’t need to worry about the future. He just needed to worry about making food, taking orders, and having a good day at work.

* * * *

The entire shop smelled fantastic, like sugar and chocolate. It made Michel’s stomach rumble just standing there and he’d been here for what seemed like hours.

“Are they done yet?” he whined in impatience.

“Not quite,” Madigan said as he moved through the kitchen with the ease of a king commanding his court. He was in his element in this shop. It was a new side of Madigan that was really interesting to see.

“You said they’d be done by eight, bright eyes,” Bren complained.

Michel chuckled. Poor Madigan. He had five warrior angels to feed.

“Give them two more minutes and then take them out. Trust me, Bren,” Madigan quipped. He’s already started placing other items in the display case out in the front of the store and had showed Michel and Yuri how to use the cash register and card machine. Dex was going to be helping him in the kitchen while Bren and Cross took turns doing perimeter checks and answering the phones. Michel gave it to lunch before they were snarling at the people who were calling to place orders. While Madigan’s filing system seemed idiot proof, Bren and Cross did not strike Michel as people well equipped to deal with the inevitable glitches that came with learning a new organizational system. Give them an enemy to fight any day over paperwork and order forms. It was going to be hilarious to watch.

The timer dinged on the stove top, and it was like Pavlov’s dogs all over again. Michel’s mouth started salivating.

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“Perfect,” Madigan purred, using his oven mitts to take out the three trays of hot pastries and put them on the heat-resistant counter.

Bren reached for one and got smacked on the hand for his effort.

“Nope. Wait for them to cool a little bit.”

They all groaned in unison. This was going to take forever…

* * * *

“Can I help you?” Bren asked as a couple came through the doorway, arms linked and coats securely fashioned. They weren’t inexpensive coats, either, probably something that needed to be dry cleaned. The hunk of a diamond on the smaller man’s finger probably added to the image of wealth that the two were sporting. Bren had seen these types of displays over and over again throughout the ages.

It was good to see that a couple of the same sex felt secure enough to sport them.

“Yes, please. We’re looking to talk someone about making a wedding cake. It’s a little short notice, but our other baker ended having a family emergency and couldn’t do it. She recommended this shop. Can you help us?” The smaller blond man was sweet. Bren could tell by his aura. He was exactly what he purported himself to be, a young, desperate groom with a deep wallet.

“What’s the time line and how many guests?” Bren asked, drawing the little order pad Madigan had instructed they use from under the counter. They were lucky they’d arrived when they did. The morning rush had just settled down. The commuters had grabbed almost all of their pastries and bagels. He was extraordinarily happy that Madigan had thought to make the guardians a batch of their own beforehand.