Redeem Me: Oakville Series:Book Four (12 page)

Reaching up, I begin to rub the bulge in his jeans. First, his face registers shock, then it’s pure ecstasy. A groan escapes his lips, spurring me on. With fumbling, nervous fingers, I open the button on his jeans and then unzip them. With a sly grin, Angel stands and teasingly pushes the jeans down his body, his cock springing free, long and heavy. I lick my lips at the sight and I feel the wetness intensify between my legs. Why is that so damn hot?

“Holy shit.” I can’t stop it from slipping out. It’s just that fucking awesome.

Laughing, Angel says, “Well, I’ve never gotten that reaction before.” He hovers over me, and whispers in my ear, “Like what you see, sweet pea?” I can’t stop staring at his hardness.

“Most definitely. Now, let’s see how it feels,” I reply. My thoughts are broken when I notice Angel ripping open a condom with his teeth. Oh. My. God. So fucking hot. I watch intently as he slips the condom over his huge, hard cock. He situates his legs between mine and bends down again so his lips are at my ear.

“I want you so bad, but I need to know you’re really ready for this, sweet pea,” he says, his voice hoarse, almost pleading. I’ll admit, I’m nervous, but so damn turned on, there’s no way I could turn back now.

“I’m sure, Angel. I want you to make love to me now. Please,” I beg. He grins from ear to ear. Gently, he begins to massage my clit with his fingers. A moan escapes me and he brings his lips to my ear, nipping at the lobe.

“Does that feel good?” he whispers. Before I can answer, he begins to move his fingers faster. He sucks and licks along my neck, leaving goose bumps in his wake.

“Yes,” I answer breathlessly.

“Mmm,” he hums in my ear as he slides a finger inside me. He starts slowly moving it in and out, then slips in another and circles my clit with his thumb. I whimper, relishing in the feel of his masterful fingers. I can feel the pressure building, my orgasm fast approaching. When he bites down on the soft spot along my collarbone, it pushes me over the edge. My body shudders and my toes curl.

He brings his fingers to his mouth and licks them clean. “You taste delicious,” he says, pressing himself against my entrance. Slowly, he begins pushing into me and I can feel myself stretching to accommodate him. I wince at the slight pain as he pushes himself in as far as he can go and then stills. I look up at him, and his face looks pained.

“Are you okay?” I ask, concerned.

Angel

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y entire body trembles as I sink into to her. She feels so fucking amazing, it knocks the air out of my lungs. I can’t move. If I do, I might lose it. I slam my eyes closed tightly, hoping to calm the storm of emotions swirling inside me.

“Are you okay?” Chelsie asks, worry evident in her voice. Am I okay? I’m more than okay. I’ve never felt like this before. Sex has never felt like this before. It’s almost as if my heart is going to explode with the way it’s pounding against my ribs. My entire body is shaking, the pleasurable feeling of being seated inside her overwhelming. The way her pussy tightly wraps around my cock, it’s almost as if they were made for each other. Like two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly together. Our eyes meet and I can’t look away. The warmth and love showing in them tells me she’s my home. These intense feelings are not something I’m used to. How can one woman turn my whole world upside down in such a short amount of time? I’ve avoided feeling anything more than gratification my whole life, but for once, I want more. I want to love and be loved, and it scares the hell out of me. Closing my eyes, I try to calm myself.

When I finally feel like I can open my eyes, she’s staring at me. The love and tenderness I see looking back eases away the fear. A feeling of peace falls over me. My body calms, the shaking disappears. As I look down at her beautiful face smiling at me, I know it’s time to push the fear aside and finally open myself and my heart. I want to let her in.

“I’ve never been better, sweet pea. How about you?” I ask. I know this is her first time, and I want it to be perfect—for us both. Her smile widens as she runs her hands down my body, finally resting them on my ass. She squeezes it, then pulls me into her further, answering my question. “Please, tell me if I hurt you in anyway and I’ll stop. I want this to be a night you’ll never forget,” I whisper in her ear, feeling her body tremble from my words.

“It already is,” she whispers back, causing my heart to swell. I take her hands in mine, entwine our fingers together, and lift them above her head. Ever so softly, I kiss her lips and slowly move in and out of her. A soft, sensual moan leaves her lips.

“I love you, Chelsie. No one has ever made me feel the way you do,” I tell her, and watch a tear slip from the corner of her eye. I quickly kiss it away.

“I love you, too, Angel,” she whispers back to me. I could listen to her say those words forever and never tire of hearing them. Keeping my eyes focused on hers, I pick up my pace just a little. I want this to last, but her soft moans and nails biting into my back make it difficult. She feels so good—so warm and soft. She closes her eyes and squeezes my hands tighter.

“Open those beautiful eyes, sweet pea. Watch me make love to you,” I direct, and her eyes pop open. The emotions shining back at me are overwhelming. I begin to move faster and harder, reveling in the pleasure being with her brings. Her moans grow louder and her breath comes in short pants. She starts to quiver around me, clamping down on my cock, getting closer and closer to orgasming.

Losing myself to the sensation, I pick up my pace even more and slowly release one hand from hers, gliding it down her body in feather light touches. Reaching her clit, I circle it slowly and take her mouth with mine, needing her to come. She lets out a gasp into my mouth and I apply more pressure, keeping a steady rhythm with my cock, fingers, and tongue. Her moans increase and I swallow them down before breaking the kiss. The closer I get, the more frantic my movements. “Come for me, baby,” I say, my fingers rubbing her clit more fervently. At my words, she tightens around me, my name falling from her lips in a loud moan. My eyes never leave hers, needing to see how beautiful she is as she lets go. Her face flushed, mouth parted, the way she calls out my name, her pussy squeezing me…I groan out loud and thrust into her once more, following right behind her with the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.

As we both try to catch our breath, I lay on top of her, resting my weight on my arms. I lean down and nuzzle into her neck, and she runs her fingers through my hair. This feels so right, so good…my perfect sweet pea. There are no words for what I’m feeling right now. It’s like coming home after being away for a long time. I roll onto my side and pull her with me so we’re face to face. She smiles shyly at me.

“Are you okay, sweet pea?” I question, needing to make sure I didn’t get too carried away. She looks away and opens her mouth as if to answer, but quickly closes it. My heart starts to race. I gently grab her chin and lift it so I can see in her eyes. “Did I hurt you? Was I too rough? I’m so sorry. I didn’t—” She places a finger over my lips, halting my rant.

“It was perfect. You were perfect. It was everything I’ve always imagined it would be and so much more,” she replies, and it sends my heart soaring. I love making her happy and seeing her smile, but mainly, I love her. I crash my lips to hers and try to pour everything I feel right now into the kiss. I want her to know how happy she makes me.

I grab another blanket and wrap it around us. Sitting here, under the stars, in front of a roaring fire, holding Chelsie naked on my lap—this is pure bliss. She lays her hands on top of mine as I hold her tightly around the waist. Slowly, she caresses my hand, causing parts of me to stir. When she begins to giggle, I know she feels it. “Again?” she jokes. When she turns herself around and faces me, her eyes full of desire, I realize she’s not joking. This time, I let her take control and follow her lead. Best night of my life.

Chelsie

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y mind won’t stop wandering to Angel and how wonderful these last few weeks have been. We’re inseparable. Every night, I fall asleep in his arms, and every morning, I wake up to his handsome face. The awesome sex doesn’t hurt either. I don’t have much to compare it to since it’s my first relationship, but I’m happy, so we must be doing something right.

So far, the only complaint I have isn’t Angel, it’s all the women still fawning over him. Most of them pout a little, but they back off. The bitch Riley, however, still thinks she holds some claim on him. Poor Angel is totally oblivious to her feelings, but she makes it perfectly clear she wants my man and she’s not giving up without a fight. And she doesn’t fight fair.

A knock on my office door startles me. “Come in,” I yell. Kayleigh steps through my door. She’s been doing a great job here at the center. The kids absolutely love her. She also fits in really well with the rest of the gang, though Angel still has a hard time not seeing Katie when he’s around her. He avoids her whenever possible. When we are all together in a group, he’s quiet and reserved. He’s shown me pictures of his baby sister and he’s right, Kayleigh is the spitting image of her.

“Hey, girl.” Kayleigh beams and takes a seat across from me. “You look all dreamy eyed. Are you in here thinking about that hot man of yours?” she asks with a wink.

“Is it that obvious?”

“Only because I get the same look when I have Rylan on my mind.”

“Who could blame us? We are two very lucky women,” I tell her, and we both laugh. We talk about our men for a few minutes longer, before getting to our work for the day. The conversation makes me miss Angel more than I already do.

As we’re going over the schedule for next week, I catch her playing with a necklace I haven’t noticed her wearing before. There’s something familiar about the silver chain and what looks like a silver ring, but I can’t figure out what. When she stops fidgeting with the ring, I get a better look at it. It’s a crown with a purple stone on the front. A chill runs up my spine once I realize why it seems familiar. It has to be a coincidence. Really, there has to be all kinds of rings that are similar, right?

“That’s a beautiful ring. Is it something special?” I question. I’m probably being ridiculous, but it doesn’t hurt to be sure. She touches the ring again and looks down at it sadly.

“It was the only thing I had from my birth parents after I was adopted,” she explains.

“Do you know anything about them...your birth parents?” I need more to go on. Between her looks and the ring, it’s too much of a coincidence, but I have to be positive before I say anything to Angel. If I’m wrong, it will crush him. All the progress he’s made in opening himself up to me and starting to finally forgive himself will be lost. Dredging up his past is not something I want to do, but if there’s any chance Kayleigh could be his sister, I need to follow through and check it out.