Fallen William (8 page)

“Yes, I
do.”

“All
right. I’ll leave you alone for now. I’ve always wanted to see Heaven.”

“Don’t
worry, darling. You’ll see it long before I’ll ever get a chance to return. You
won’t forget the experience.”

He took
her home and kept his promise.

CHAPTER EIGHT

“I
brought a picnic lunch.” William announced as she opened the door to him a
couple days later.

“And
what are we supposed to do with that?” She didn’t wait for him to get inside
before she wrapped herself around him and pulled his head down to kiss his
lips. His hands cupped her butt and lifted her up to rub his cock against her
pussy. Before they could get arrested for lewd behavior on her front porch, she
broke off the embrace and moved back.

He
looked stunned. “Well, I had thought about going to the park and listening to
the jazz bands, but with a greeting like that, I’ve changed my mind. Let’s stay
home.”

Laughing,
she shook her head. “We haven’t spent much time outside since our date. Let’s
see if we can act like normal people for a while.”

“Normal
is over-rated,” he grumbled as she grabbed her purse and coat. “Have you seen
Thompson lately?”

“No,
and I’m not complaining about it. Maybe he’s gotten the idea that I don’t
belong to him.” She slid her arm through his and looked up at him. “I don’t
want to talk about him tonight.”

“Your
wish is my command, my love.” He opened the car door for her. As she climbed
in, he ran his hand over her hair. He couldn’t believe how great the last few
days had been. He spent every minute he could with her and found that he wished
there were more minutes in the day. Making sure she was secure, he shut the
door and went over to the driver’s side. He started the car and put it in
drive, then reached out for her hand. He saw her lean her head back and sigh.
“Close your eyes and we’ll be there before you know it.”

She did
as he said and the radio played softly in the silence as he drove to the park
where the band was performing. He wouldn’t bring it up again, but he felt a
spurt of fear from the fact that Thompson seemed to have disappeared. Dominic
hadn’t been able to find him either and the fallen had insisted that he could
find anyone. He couldn’t drop his guard or something might happen to her
because they weren’t watchful enough.

“We’re
here.” He helped her out of the car and handed her a blanket for them to sit
on.

Leading
the way through the crowd, he found a quiet out of the way spot beneath a tree.
She spread the blanket out for them. Before he sat down, he surrounded her with
his arms and pulled her tight to him. He wanted to tell her he loved her with
all the heart left in him. She was the Heaven he had never thought he would see
again. He buried his face into her hair and breathed deep. He couldn’t remember
but he felt sure that Heaven must have smelled like her, a spicy and sweet
scent that could turn him on or soothe him in turns.

Sitting
down, he reached out and pulled the basket to him. Opening the bottle of wine,
he poured her a glass and offered it to her. She tilted her head to look up at
him and smiled. They sipped their wine and ate the cheese and crackers while
listening to the music. As the sun started to set, he leaned back against a
tree, pulled her between his thighs and wrapped his arms around her.

“I used
to dream about you,” she murmured.

“So you said. Were they good
dreams?”

“Yes.”

“Were you there?”

“Yes.”

“What
were we doing in your dreams?” He saw a blush rush across her cheeks. He leaned
down and whispered in her ear. “Were they wet dreams?”

She
nodded.

“What
did I do to you?”

“You
touched me.”

“Where?”

“You
touched my breasts and my pussy. You used your fingers and your mouth.”

Thank
goodness they were seated away from the crowd. He used his powers to cloud the
minds of the people sitting closest to them. He also blurred their images so no
one would see what they were doing. He slid his hand down to cup her mound
through her jeans. He pressed his fingers against the seam so it would rub her
clit. She gasped and spread her legs a little wider.

“Suck
in your stomach,” he demanded. When she complied, he unbuttoned her jeans with
his other hand. He pulled the zipper down and parted the fabric while he
continued to apply alternating pressure to her pussy. She bit back a moan as he
moved his hand into the front of her panties. “You’re dripping, baby. Are you
getting turned on by the thought of all these strangers being able to see you
while I fuck you?”

He
stood up and pulled her to her feet. Kneeling down, he took her shoes off so he
could pull her jeans from her body. He unbuckled his belt and undid his jeans.
She wrapped her arms around him as he pushed his clothes to the ground. He
lifted her up and she hooked her legs around his hips. Bracing his back against
the tree, he slid his hand in between them and stroked her. She gasped and
arched her back as she tried to make him rub her harder.

“Easy,
love. I want to make sure you’re ready for me.” He plunged two fingers inside
her. Oh yeah, she was soaking. He pulled them out and placed his cock at her
opening. He lowered her down onto his shaft. They both groaned as he plunged
deep into her. He helped her ride him fast and then slow until he wanted to beg
for mercy. Her head was thrown back and he felt her hair caress his thighs. Her
pussy started contracting as her orgasm hit her. She leaned forward and bit his
shoulder to stop the scream in her throat. The feel of her teeth on his skin
drove him over the edge as his balls tightened. His hot cum filled her as he
thrust into her.

Her
legs slowly loosened and slid down his hips to touch the ground. He lowered her
and held on until he knew for sure she could stand on her own. He pulled his
pants up and zipped them before he reached for her jeans. She was flushed from
the pleasure and the embarrassment of having sex in public. He helped her
dress, repacked the basket and grabbed the blanket. They walked to his car with
their arms around each other.

He
drove them home and tucked her into bed. Moving through the darkness of her
kitchen, he found a bottle of whiskey and poured himself a glass.

“No
glass for a friend?” Mika’il moved out of the shadows to join William at the
table.

He
picked up another glass without saying anything to the angel. They sat there
drinking in the silence until William sighed.

“Are
you here to yell at me?”

Mika’il
looked surprised. “Why would I do that?”

Waving
back towards the bedroom, he said, “I’m sure this isn’t what you were thinking
when you said I should get close to her.”

“Maybe
not, but it’s working, so I’m not going to complain.” The angel stared down at
his glass. “I won’t deny you pleasure. It seems to me the Father wanted you to
enjoy sex or else He wouldn’t have made your powers dependent on it.”

“I
never thought of it that way.”

“Of
course, you didn’t because you were too busy being bitter and angry about what
kind of life you had. He may have banished you, but He hasn’t forgotten you. I
truly believe you’re here to learn something and I’ve got a feeling you’re
getting close to figuring it out.” Mika’il slugged back the whiskey and started
gasping. William thumped him on the back. “I can never get used to this stuff.”

“I
would hope not. It wouldn’t do for God’s warrior angel to get used to alcohol
and drinking. People might start thinking you’re like them. You need to project
a capable and unswerving image and not an image of a hung over boozer. No one
would want to be reminded of themselves like that.” William sipped from his
glass. “I drink this stuff, but it does nothing for me.”

“Then
why drink it?”

He
looked out into the shadows beyond the window. “I don’t know. Maybe it makes me
feel a little more human. There are times when I feel so alien from this world
and these people. I guess I thought being able to drink would help me fit in a
little more.”

“You
are different. You are neither angelic nor mortal and you never will be.”
Mika’il touched his shoulder. “I wish I could make it different for you, but I
can’t. I hope you eventually realize that what I do, I do to help you or at
least try to help. I know it doesn’t always work out and I’m sorry for that.
Sometimes it does like with Celeste and Adam and I’m happy for a while.”

“William,
who are you talking to?” Abby’s voice came from the bedroom.

“No one, sweetheart.” He nodded
at Mika’il. He felt a little closer to the archangel after the late night
confession. He stood up and headed back to bed.

*
* * *

Abby’s
body was humming in anticipation of William’s loving. It had been a long boring
shift and she just wanted to get home. She had tried calling his cell to let
him know she was getting out early, but he didn’t answer. She didn’t want to
waste time waiting to get a hold of him. Nothing was going to happen. Thompson
hadn’t been around for several days now and she was convinced he had given up
on her.

She
smiled remembering the teasing she had gotten from some of the other dealers
about dating William. The women had asked her if he was as great a lover as
rumor reported him to be. Laughing, she told them she didn’t want to make them
jealous. The men made snide comments about her holding out for rich men. She
just shrugged those remarks away. Most of the men had asked her out through the
years she had worked at the casino and she had turned them down. She had stuck
to her vow about not dating gamblers until the best looking man she ever saw
looked her way. She had a feeling if William lost all his money, she would
still be happy dating him. It scared her that she might be more like her mother
than she thought.

She
reached out to unlock her car when an arm wrapped around her neck and jerked
her away from the vehicle. She tried to scream but a large greasy hand covered
her mouth. Her assailant pulled her into the shadows. Pushing her to the
ground, he blocked any route of escape. The fear was almost overwhelming. She
knew William would be coming to get her but she didn’t know if he would be in
time.

The man
reached down and grabbed her arm to yank her up on her feet. She gasped at the
pain. A fist connected with her cheek. God, she should have waited for William
like he asked but she had been confident she could handle anything.

“Thompson
said to tell you to stop seeing Bradford or your punishment will be worse.”

Worse
than this? She wondered how that could be possible as she focused on the
burning sensation coming from her arm. The man had forced it up behind her
back. The pain became more intense as he jerked it even higher. She cried out
wanting to beg him to stop but her pride wouldn’t let her do that. The man was
ripped away from her at the moment she was sure her arm would break.

She
fell to the ground clutching her arm to her body. William stood over her with
his blue eyes blazing. His arm was outstretched and pointing towards her
attacker who seemed to be dangling a foot or two off the concrete. The man’s
face turned blue and he clawed at his throat as William made a fist. She knew
she had to do something or he would kill the man. She climbed to her feet.
Touching his arm, she spoke.

“Don’t
do it, William. He isn’t worth it. Let the police take care of him.”

William’s
face was ravaged by fear and anger. “He hurt you.”

“He was
supposed to. Thompson sent him to warn me. He said I had to stop seeing you or
my punishment would be worse.” With a weak smile, she shrugged. “Right now I
can’t think what worse might be.”

William
growled as the man turned an alarming shade of purple.

“Please.
I need to get to the hospital. I think something’s wrong with my arm.” She
wrapped her good hand around his forearm. Feeling dizzy, she knew the pain was
starting to overwhelm her.

Dominic
appeared. “I’ll take care of him. You take Abby to the hospital.”

William
opened his fist and the man dropped to the ground with a thud. He lay there
gasping like an air-deprived fish. William caught Dominic’s eye and the Cajun
nodded. Satisfied that the man would be taken care of the right way, he
gathered her in his arms and carried her to her car. Her purse had fallen to
the pavement when the man grabbed her. Her keys hadn’t fallen too far away and
he picked them up. He got her settled in the seat and then climbed in.

She
wondered why he wasn’t talking. Why hadn’t he given her a hug or comforted her?
She was feeling shaky and wanted to cry. At a stoplight, he turned to look at
her and she saw the rage still simmered. She realized he was fighting the urge
to go back and inflict damage on her assailant. She reached out and took his
hand in hers. His grip tightened until she wanted to beg him to let go. He took
a deep breath and loosened his hold.

“What
the hell were you doing out there?”

She
knew he was trying not to yell at her and she appreciated the effort it was
taking. “I got out of work early and thought I’d head home.”