Evangelina Green (17 page)

She lost it! “You arrogant son of a bitch!”
She hissed and turned from him.

You’ve no idea,
Keaton thought and smiled, as he thought of how
his mother, the she-wolf, was the “bitch” he was “the son of” and
the “bitch” his father had mated and loved until his last breath.
She would laugh hard when she heard that. Maybe not.

Even though he tried to get her to talk to
him about what had happened between them, she gave him the cold
shoulder, the stony glare, all the clichés. He was at a loss. This
was very new territory for him also. Reluctantly he let her move
away and he immediately felt lonely. This really was a new feeling,
and he didn’t like it.

They walked quietly back toward the
stairwell and elevators when they stopped suddenly at the sight of
the night guard. He was dancing with a string mop! As angry and
hurt as she was with Keaton, Lina had to smile at his moves. He was
pretty good! Shaking her head, she looked to Keaton for advice.
They couldn’t speak and they couldn’t leave the same way they came
in. Keaton motioned his head as if to say “this way” and retreated
into the hall they had just come from.

"I distinctly remember a fire escape on the
alley side, where we parked." He was whispering but she’d had the
same idea the moment he did.

"Yeah, I remember it too, but it didn’t look
all that trust-worthy.” She shuddered remembering the ladders
seemed to be missing from a few of the sections. What choice did
they have? Out-wait the guard? Not likely. Knock him out? No, he
might see their faces. Okay, so it was the fire escape.

She nodded and followed Keaton down the
darkened hall, right past where they’d just been holding each
other. Lina looked straight ahead and almost ran into Keaton’s back
as he’d stopped, right in that alcove, his eyes glowing.

"You really are something, Angel. I will
never forget tonight." Oh man! She was supposed to be mad at him
for betting against her or for her or whatever! Then he goes and
says that. Her chest heaved, breathing out a big sigh.

"Me neither...it
was...
magic
.”
They said the last word together as if rehearsed. Smiling, they
held hands as they crept their way down the hallway.

"Before this goes any further,” she
whispered, looking over her shoulder for the security guard, “I
have to know why you made that stupid bet. It’s been stuck in my
craw since I heard you men discussing me and who would fuck me
first and I...”

Keaton interrupted her.

"Whoa, nellie! Hold it! We never made any
bet. That’s why I was joking earlier. I do remember the
conversation but apparently you didn’t hear the entire thing. I
told all of the workmen to treat you with respect and if they
didn’t, they’d answer to me. Pete Warren made some smart remark so
I asked Jason to keep an eye on you for me.”

"You did? Why? Apparently I can handle men
like Pete. You stood up for me though? That was sweet and I thank
you, and now I have to apologize too! Oh my God, you were patient
with me and explained and I still believed the worst and almost
ruined our time...back there..." She bowed her head, ashamed. He
held up his hand to stop her speaking and then used it to lift her
chin.

"There’s nothing to apologize for, Angel. I
will always stand up for you and protect you. You didn’t ruin
anything. You make all our stolen moments together...totally
amazing.”

They continued on down the
hall more relaxed and both smiling. When they came to the window
near the fire escape, they found their luck was holding. The window
was unlocked and opened easily and more importantly, quietly.
Standing outside on the metal death trap, was
not
as easy. The fire escape was
wobbly and unsafe at best. It was downright dangerous. Half the
connector bolts holding it to the building were missing or dangling
useless in rusted out screw holes. Every part of it was rusted and
pitted from years of neglect. Lina’s hands tightened on the rail,
metal flaking off, making her hold less than stable. She held her
breath almost as tightly as she did the railing. Keaton climbed
out, seeing her eyes wide with concern and more than a little fear.
Sheer panic had moved in to stay. She could feel her insides
quivering.

“
This might not have been
such a good idea.” She was hanging on for dear life—literally.
Keaton smiled, then trying to reassure her as he swung over the
rail and pulled the ladder down to the next level. He was like an
acrobat! Lina had difficulty letting go. She felt as if she was in
the air, falling with no safety net. When she finally scooted over
to the ladder and stood, she turned around to step onto the ladder
for her descent...not so fast!
This was
anything but funny.

She tripped on the first
step, her leg went through the opening between steps, she grabbed
several handfuls of air, then found herself hanging by one knee,
upside down, swinging against the ladder. As she swung back, she
banged her head.
Damnit! That
hurt!

She felt faint and nauseated hanging there
swinging. She was really trying to hold it back. She felt Keaton
lifting her up, he was talking...saying something...she couldn’t
understand him and besides, her head hurt. She couldn’t concentrate
on anything but her embarrassment, her need to throw up and getting
the hell off this metal death trap.

Keaton lifted her into a sitting position
and gently helped her climb down the first set of ladders. Only one
more to go and she felt relieved but when she turned to thank him,
she stepped into...nothing! The next thing she knew she was sitting
in garbage that stunk to high heaven!

"Oh my God! I’m gonna
puke!
Ugh
! Get me
outta here! Oh crap this is disgusting! I can’t get out! I can’t
stand this smell. Are there rats in here?
Oh my God
! I really hate small
places, especially with rats and bugs...oh I hate fucking bugs!
Pleeeease get me out of here! Hurry!"

She was panting and in
full panic mode. She’d always been a little claustrophobic but this
was worse! The smell was overpowering and the thought of skeletons
decomposing came to mind—hence the panic. She was clawing at the
side of the dumpster, breaking her nails, splitting her fingers
open on jagged pieces of dirty metal. She frantically—and
finally—got a foothold and climbed her way out, jumped to the
rooftop of Keaton’s truck, hit it wrong, dented the roof badly and
pulled off a piece of chrome from the window.
Crap!
She slid down to the ground
where Keaton met her with concerned eyes.

"Are you okay, Angel? Did you hurt yourself?
Talk to me!"

She just grinned at him, feeling safe once
more. She kinda liked him being concerned about her. He was really
very sweet. Then she frowned, her eyes wide, as she puked on his
boots.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

The drive was long and
eventually neither of them felt the need to fill the silence with
words...they would have time for conversation later. Even in that
stretch of quiet, she could feel his fire crawling along her skin
as if he was touching her. He stole long, hungry glances her way
every so often, causing her to blush until she was mortified. He
must be furious with her and she could only think of fire and him
and heat and hot and…
Ohhhh
man!

What was wrong with her? She’d never lusted
after a man before. He couldn’t still be interested in her. Could
he? She was too much work! But he’d seen her almost naked, hanging
from a ladder upside down three stories up, falling headfirst into
a disgusting trash dumpster, climbing out onto the roof of his
fancy truck, and then just for giggles, she’d thrown up on his
boots. What a turn-on, huh? Yeah, he was gonna be completely taken
with her now. But he was still watching her.

He couldn’t stop smiling.
She was so beautiful. Not one drop of grace or balance in her
beautiful body. The first time he met her, she was falling.
Now
he
was
falling...in love with her.
Damn.
She was a klutz waiting for an accident to happen
and Keaton couldn’t be happier about it!

Grinning and shaking his head, he figured
she was probably one of the few humans who might actually need his
help and based on tonight, he hoped she’d need his help all the
time. He could still smell her arousal. When she came, he nearly
roared how he loved her! Her small moans and whimpers drove him
mad. He had much more to teach his “little one,” his “Angel”, but
she wasn’t quite ready for all that...not just yet. But soon. He
could only groan.

She was hopeless in the most adorable way.
He kept glancing at her, watching her redden, wanting those
kissable lips against his or better yet, watching her hot lips
cover his cock. That cock had suddenly decided to make another
grand appearance. Keaton wanted to hold her by the hair and thrust
into her hot mouth while her tongue worked its magic.

Groaning against the
uncomfortable position his hard cock was in and the thoughts and
fantasies he thought of, he adjusted himself. When he quickly
looked at her, she’d been watching his crotch and was licking her
lips with a gleam in her eye he hadn’t seen before. Not from
her
anyway.

He just couldn’t keep it down with this
marvelous specimen of human female so close at hand. Hands. He
wanted his hands all over her, but mostly he wanted to feel her
breasts again. The soft skin and the hard nipples in contrast with
each other. He was almost drooling, he wanted those nipples in his
mouth. He wanted to dip his fingers into her hot channel. Wanted to
taste her juices as he watched her twitch and jerk and hear her
moan his name!

Now his jeans were
incredibly tight, and the bulge did not go unnoticed. She watched
his eyes as he’d listed the many things he wanted to do to her. She
shivered, then blinked rapidly to break the spell. How could she
know what he was thinking? It was like she could hear his thoughts.
She wasn’t sure what she would do if they stopped and he tried to
kiss her again...or
any
of those wicked things he was supposedly thinking
of doing with her!

She wasn’t angry with him
anymore, but she was wary. Keaton’s body, his eyes, his humor, his
abs…and
oh lordy,
that chest and his shoulders, made her ache in a way she’d
never felt before. She was so confused. She thought Keaton must be
angry with her though. He was awfully quiet. She’d sure made a mess
of things. She cringed at the mess part and thought of his boots.
That was just so gross!

That huge “man-part,” as grams had called a
man’s genitalia, was making his jeans look very uncomfortable and
making her very nervous. No, make that excited. Did he really want
her? Would she be able to look him in the eye again? Would they
have sex again? Or rather, finally have sex, as the last interlude
was rather one sided and almost fully clothed? Was that considered
sex?

Keaton was shocked. He felt the beginnings
of the connection between mates as he could hear some of her
thoughts. Those she didn’t keep hidden from him. She was so
innocent she didn’t recognize if she’d had sex with him? He didn’t
want to intrude any farther into her thoughts but by watching her
face he could tell she was still pondering. Now she was thinking
how she never got to feel what his huge cock would do to her as he
pushed it slowly inside her. Keaton groaned at that thought.

Okay enough of
that.
She was almost writhing on the seat.
She moaned and crossed her legs. This was such a strange way for
her to feel, so quickly. Sure, she had her moments with a fingertip
vibrator, but this was so much more and although very exciting, it
was frightening that someone could affect her so deeply and so
quickly.

It was affecting him also.
He was
listening
to her thoughts and she was pushing him over the edge. She
heard him groan as he adjusted himself with his left hand. She had
another thought. What if she...uh...? Would he let her, maybe, you
know, help him out? Another flush of embarrassment hit but this one
had the added effect of traveling down her spine with a sudden
tightness. Now, she was wet and aching, just from looking at his
cock straining to get out.
Yummm
, was her next
thought.

She couldn't figure out
where this was coming from. It wasn't like she was a total virgin.
Well, she wasn't totally a virgin or totally inexperienced and
yeah...okay so she hadn’t really had
S-E-X
but just because she didn't
know all the
ins and
outs
—she chuckled at that one, that didn't
make her an idiot. She wasn't a slut. Although, maybe she would try
to be sexy,
ya know, if that’s what he
wanted
. Because he was just too damn sexy!
Those eyes drank her in when he looked at her, his lips,
OMG,
and all the
rest.'

She
groaned
. Stop that! Don’t look.

Once you look, you’ll want. You don’t even
know what to do with it if you DID get it.

She answered
herself.
Yes I would!

She realized she was moaning and wanted to
touch him. Oh my God…could she be more pathetic?

Lina looked.
Oh shit
!

He was so beautiful. Lina
knew he hated that. But he was! Everything about him screamed man
and sex and lust and more than that, she felt like Keaton wanted to
protect her, make her safe. Confusing and comforting. That was
beautiful.
Why her? Wait just a damn
minute! No more of that damnit! Why not her?