Unbearable (Undescribable) (19 page)

“Incoming,” Micah announces, trying to cover it with
a cough.

I look up to see two women approaching our table.
Actually, I should say girls, because that’s exactly what they look like—girls.
Two identical blondes, with straight blonde hair about shoulder-length. They
look like they don’t weigh over ninety pounds combined. They are both short and
have no curves to them at all. They remind me of stick figures and not in an
attractive way.

“Hello, boys,” the one on the right says walking up
to the table. “Tiffany, did you think we would ever see the day when all three
are taken?” She laughs lightly.

“Nope,” the other one answers, then her eyes land
on me. “She’s cute, Slade. Just let me know if you want a replay of last time,”
she says before they turn and walk off.

“Replay?” I turn to face him. “Replay of what?”

He rubs the back of his neck as he looks over to
Micah and then to Josh.

Josh laughs. “Don’t look at me. I lost that bet.”

“Bet?” Courtney eyes him skeptically. “What bet?”

Everyone falls silent. “Well, who won?” Holly asks.
There is obviously a story here, and it’s not a good one.

I turn to Slade. “It’s not like I don’t know you
were a manwhore.” I roll my eyes. “You obviously slept with her. Just spit it
out.”

Josh throws his head back as he laughs and Slade shoots
him a dirty look.

“What is so funny?” Courtney snaps, causing him to
stop laughing.

They remain silent for a few seconds before Josh
speaks. “Okay, Slade and Micah bet me that I couldn’t sleep with both of them.”
He shrugs. “One said yes, the other said no.”

“Why both of them?” I ask.

“Slade had just been with both of them the night
before….” He stops talking when Slade clears his throat and sits up straighter
in his seat.

“Both of them?” I question as his blue eyes land on
mine. “At the same time?”

Slade releases a sigh before answering, “Yes.”

Is that what he prefers? I could never do that. I
could never share him like that. I shake my head. It doesn’t matter, I tell
myself. It’s his past. Everyone has a past and when I decided to be with him, I
knew Slade’s closet was going to be full of skinny skeleton bitches.

Courtney turns to Josh. “What was the bet? What did
you have to do?” she asks, curious.

“Nothing.” He smirks.

“Come on. Tell me. I won’t laugh,” she promises.

“I’m sure you love it,” Slade says with a smile
before he takes a swig of his beer.

Before I can ask what the hell he is talking about,
another girl walks up to our table.

“Hey, Tate,” she says sweetly. Her dirty blonde
hair and dark rimmed glasses make her look much younger than I’m sure she is.

We all turn our heads to face Tate at the same
time. He smiles as he looks up at her. “Hey, Missy.”

“I didn’t know you were coming out tonight,” she
says with a frown.

He points his beer to us. “It was a last minute
decision.”

She looks over to our group with a cute smile. “Hi,
I’m Missy.”

“Hi, Missy. I’m Sam.”

Everyone else starts to introduce themselves and I
stand up, grabbing her a chair so she can join us.

“Would you like a drink?” Slade asks her.

“No thanks.” She looks down at the table like she’s
shy. I instantly like her. She is sweet, like innocent sweet. And by the way
she looks at Tate, I think she likes him.

“So how do you two know each other?” I question her
as she takes her seat.

“He works with my brother sometimes. My dad owns a
repair shop and Tate helps out every now and then,” she replies enthusiastically.

“That’s great. Do you work there as well?”

“No, I’ve been looking for a part-time job. I’m
still in college and it’s hard to find a job that will work around my class
schedule.”

I bob my head in understanding. “I thought of being
a waitress in the evenings, but that’s the only time I have to study.”

I take a second to look over at Slade and see that
he is talking to Tate about the repair shop. I smile then turn my attention
back to Missy.

“What are you going to school for?”

“Right now I plan on getting a degree in nursing,
but I’m still just doing my prerequisites.”

“Courtney was going to school to be a nurse.”

“Yeah, for like three days and then I changed my
mind,” she chimes in flatly before turning her attention back to Josh.

Missy frowns as she looks back to me. I just shrug.
I don’t know what the hell Courtney’s problem is, but I’m going to get to the
bottom of it tonight.

“Tate said you two used to be best friends.” She
changes the subject.

I nod as I start to recall times when Tate and I would
play in my backyard and ride go-carts.

Before I know it, it’s
midnight and everyone is ready to go home. As I walk out to the car I tell
everyone goodbye. The only one who does not respond is Courtney, and it bothers
me.

“Courtney, is everything okay? Are you mad at me or
something?” I ask, turning to face her, not caring that everyone is now staring
at us. I know they all had to feel the tension tonight.

“No,” is all she says with her back toward me as
she continues to speak to Holly.

“Well, something’s wrong. Can we talk about it?”

She stops talking to Holly and spins around to face
me. “You think I believe this bullshit act?” she asks calmly, placing her hands
on her hips.

I’m not surprised she has been holding something
in. We have always both held in our feelings until something little would
happen and bam, the fight was on. We have had some pretty big arguments.

“What bullshit?” I ask casually, trying not to let
everyone see that her choice of words affect me.

“That your life is perfect, and you’re over your
mom dying, and in love.” She gestures to Slade as if I can’t possibly love him.

I take in a deep breath. She is starting to push my
buttons. “What do you want from me, Courtney?” I throw my hands out to my side.
“You want me on my knees begging for forgiveness the rest of my life? Do you
want me to hate myself for being so selfish?” I demand. “Am I not allowed to
ever smile again?”

She looks from me and back to Slade a few times.
“Oh, I get it.” I give a dark laugh. “You think I’m using Slade!” I state the
obvious. “You don’t think I truly love him.”

“I saw everything,” she shrieks. “I stood there in
the doorway. I saw you scream and hit him. Then two minutes later you were
clinging to him and begging him not to leave you. Then wow! You love him.”

I take a step toward her as our friends continue
watching. “Who the hell are you to say I don’t love him? You don’t know how I
feel about him, because we don’t even discuss my relationship with him. All you
want to do is bring up my past. And when I tell you I’m fine you just look at
me in disbelief.”

“Because you can’t—”

“I know how you are, Courtney,” I interrupt,
wanting to move on to her life and not mine. “I know how you lead men along
like little toys then throw them to the side after you’ve had your fun.” She
has always been kind of like Slade in that department, except she would keep
them around for a while. “You will drag Josh along until there’s nothing left,
until you’re tired of him, and then we will have to help pick up the pieces.”

“Ang—” I hold my hand up to silence Slade. Courtney
and I are going to get everything out in the open right now.

“Won’t you?” I demand. “That’s why you won’t move
in with him.”

“I love him,” she screams into the quiet parking
lot.

I laugh at her outburst. “Love? That’s not the
first time I’ve heard you say that, Courtney. What makes you think this time
will end any different for you? Or for Josh?”

She looks over to him and then back at me as I
notice tears start to form in her eyes. “Exactly!” I hiss. “You have no place
to tell me what my relationship is or is not.” Before she can say anything else,
I walk over to Slade, trying to ignore the big blue eyes of Missy staring at
me. I hold out my hand and he just stares at it. “Keys, Slade,” I bark.

He jumps and digs into his pocket, quickly
producing the keys to his car. I snatch them from his hand and stomp my way
over to the CTS.

I feel bad for what I just said, but it’s the
truth. I’m sure as hell not going to stand there and let her talk shit about me
without throwing shit back at her. I hate that everyone was there to see it,
especially Josh. I want them to be happy together, but I just don’t see things
ending that way. Once Courtney realizes I’m really okay, she will head back to
Tulsa, leaving him with a broken heart.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

I glance from Courtney to
Josh. Josh looks at Courtney stunned. I feel stunned. Did Angel and Courtney
just break up? Like girlfriend break up? This cannot be good.

I look at Micah and Holly. Holly is trying not to
laugh as she looks over at my car. I know what she’s thinking. She has never
doubted the fact that Angel would work through her mother’s death and her
little outburst just proved it. My Angel with a feisty side is back.

I look over at Tate and Missy. She looks terrified
as she clings to Tate’s side. Her blue eyes keep darting between Courtney and
my car. “It was nice to meet you,” I say, giving her a smile, knowing the poor
girl will probably never want to hang out with us again.

Her eyes land on mine and she gives me a small nod.

“Let’s go, Josh.” Courtney spins around and marches
toward his truck.

He looks over at me and a smile starts to pull the
corners of his lips. “I love her,” he murmurs and it makes me let out a little
laugh.

I wave goodbye to Micah and Holly before I turn to
walk to my car. As I approach the driver’s side, she rolls down the window.

“Passenger side.” She points to the passenger seat.

“I don’t think—”

“Get in Slade or I will leave you.” She revs up the
engine to emphasize her threat.

I don’t feel like dragging her out of the car right
here in the parking lot and causing a bigger scene. So, I nod my head and take my
ass over to the passenger side. As soon as I open the door, she grabs the
shifter and throws the car in reverse.

“Who does she think she is?” she huffs, throwing it
into first gear. “You have no idea what she is like.”

“I have an idea,” I mumble. I knew I shouldn’t have
driven the car tonight. She begged me to take it and of course I gave in.

“Oh,” she scoffs, getting onto the highway. “I am
not the bad guy here. You wouldn’t have just stood there and let someone talk
shit about you. So don’t make me look like the bigger bitch.”

I bite my lip to keep my mouth shut as I watch the
speedometer make its way up to eighty.

“And you.”

Great.

“What was all that shit about sleeping with the
twins? I hope those days are over, buddy, because I am not fucking around with
another woman just so you can get a hard on. Did you have to be that big of a
manwhore? I mean, shit! The first time I met you, you asked me to join you with
another woman. Then, not twenty minutes later you were making plans to be with
a girl and her friend. Is that all you ever did was multiples?” She shakes her
head quickly. “I don’t even know what to call it,” she says, tightening her
hands around the steering wheel.

I smile, leaning my head back against the headrest
while she continues to ramble on about the things she’s pissed off about. I
just tune her out and continue to grin. She has never acted like the jealous
girlfriend before. She thought I was cheating on her, yes. She knows I have a
past, but she has tried not to let it affect us. Now that she’s acting jealous,
I have to admit, I love it. It pisses me off when another man even looks at
her. I like knowing I’m not the only one that feels that way.

She gets my attention again when she barks out my
name as she drives down the highway.

“What?” I say, knowing that she is waiting for me
to answer some fucking question.

“Were you even listening?” She doesn’t let me
answer. “I said is that what you want? Do you want us to have threesomes with
other women?”

“Fuck no!” I yell, no longer smiling.

“Well for some reason, I don’t believe that
answer,” she snaps. “I mean how would you feel if I wanted another man to join
us? Or if you had to be constantly reminded that I fucked every man I wanted?”
Before I can respond and tell her I would kill any other man who touches her,
she continues her tirade.

I remain silent in the passenger seat as she gets off
of the highway and turns down our street. I’m not in the mood to fight tonight.
She pulls into the garage and slams the car door shut.

As she walks into the house, she turns, placing a
finger up. “Another thing—” I can’t take it anymore. I cut her off by shoving
her back against the wall.

“That’s enough!” I demand, making her eyes go big
as she sucks in a breath. I smash my lips to hers as I tangle my hands in her
hair. Tightening them, I pull hard. She pants into my mouth and I feel her legs
go weak.

I’ve always liked her feisty side. I love it when
she’s pissed off. I like bringing her down to a shaking, sweaty, beautiful mess
underneath me.

I let go of her hair and take the collar of her
shirt and yank, causing the buttons to fly. “These.” I reach around and undo
her bra. “Belong to me,” I growl, grabbing her tits roughly while breathing
heavy. “Don’t talk about another man joining us, or fucking you.” I pinch her
nipples and she cries out. “I have no problem telling you how possessive I am
over you, Angel.” I lean down to whisper in her ear. “I would kill anyone who
tries to touch you. Understand?”

 She nods her head. “All yours, baby,” she coos
before she opens the button on my jeans while I kick my shoes off. Then I go to
work on her pants as I bring my lips down on hers once again. She shakes her
legs as she tries to get them off along with her shoes. She pulls away and
finishes shoving them down. She then stands up straight and wraps her arms
around my neck as her lips find mine. She jumps up, wrapping her legs around my
hips, pushing me backward into the dining room. I turn us around and place her
ass on the end of the kitchen table as my hand seeks out her pussy. She leans
back on her hands, spreading her legs farther apart.

I slowly push a finger into her, gritting my teeth
at how wet she is. I don’t know why, but yelling at someone always seems to
make her fucking horny as hell.

“Stop,” she commands, sitting up. “Stop going so
fucking slow and fuck me.”

I arch an eyebrow. “You have no patience.”

“Not when it comes to you.” She smirks.

“Lie down.”

To my surprise, she doesn’t argue as she lies back,
placing her hands above her head.

I drop down to my knees and place my head between
her legs, slowly licking the wetness that surrounds her smooth pussy. Her body
jerks back a bit as my tongue runs over her clit. I place her legs over my
shoulders while my arms grip her thighs, holding them in place.

“Slade,” she pants as my tongue starts to tease her,
giving her enough to get a reaction out of her body, but not enough to build
toward a release just yet. My arms continue to hold her legs still but her body
is fighting me as she squirms. I open my eyes to look up at her body. Her back
is bowed, those perfect fucking big tits bouncing as her chest heaves. Her eyes
are closed and she has her hands tangled in her hair. Her lips are parted as
she pants. I take my fingers and open her wider, allowing me to get every
single inch of her pussy into my mouth. She sucks in breath after breath and
her body convulses as she comes all over my lips and tongue. I release her
shaky legs and move her body further up the table so I can place her feet on
the edge.

I stand there looking over her as she breathes heavily.
I lick my wet lips as my eyes roam over her naked body, still shaking, and I
still feel a bit of anger. I wasn’t lying. I would kill anyone who ever saw her
like this. Only I can do this to her, only I can see her this way. I don’t know
what comes over me, some primal desire, a need to make her understand that no
other man or woman can make her feel this good.

I discard my shirt, as that was the last bit of
clothing I had on. I climb on top of the table, not even caring if we break it
and crash to the floor. Sex with Angel has always been intense, wild and
fucking amazing.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” I lean down and whisper
in her ear. “I could never get enough of you.” I tangle a hand in her hair and
pull her head back. “Tell me what you need, Angel.”

“I need you to fuck me,” she all but cries out as I
tighten my hand in her hair.

My cock jerks in response to the sound of her
voice. “That’s exactly what I’m going to do.” I lift my hips and rub my cock up
and down her slick pussy before I glide it all the way inside in one fast
motion.

She lies there, still panting, with her eyes closed
as I wrap her legs around my hips. She opens her heavy eyes and looks up at me.
I pull back and slam into her. She arches her neck and back, whimpering a
little.

I let go of her hair, placing my hands on the side
of her face to hold it in place. “Open your eyes. I want to watch you as you
come on my cock this time.”

She licks her lips, takes in a deep breath, and her
eyes slowly open.

“Whatever you want,” she promises, trying to regain
her strength as her legs continue to shake.

I smile, running my fingers lightly over her
throat. “Do you have any idea what those words do to me?” My voice is barely
audible.

“No.”

I lean down and look into her eyes. “It makes me
want to do things to you that don’t even exist. I could be very imaginative
with your body, Angel.”

She swallows slowly and her eyes search my face as
if she is trying to decide if I’m joking or being serious.

“You can do whatever you want with my body,” she
whispers as if she just signed her life away.

I grin. “You sound scared.”

She arches an eyebrow and lifts her chin. “Show me
what you got.”

I chuckle. “In time I will.” I’m going to have her
for the rest of my life. That gives me plenty of time to show her what I am
made of.

I pull back and slam into her. I’ve had enough
talking. Right now, I want to make her mine, over and over again.

I unwrap her legs from around my hips and spread
them, allowing me to thrust deeper. She arches her back and whimpers again.
“Put them on my shoulders,” I order through my teeth as I slam into her once
again. She does it without question. I lay my body on top of her and spread my
arms wide, grabbing each side of the table.

She cries out at the new position and tries to move
farther up the table. “Grab your legs,” I demand.

She takes a deep breath and reaches up to grab
them. I fuck her shamelessly, as if I will never get enough chances. She
screams out over and over again, and it just fuels me to fuck her that much
harder.

It doesn’t take long before I feel her clamp down
around me, and she throws her head back letting out a cry of ecstasy. I pound
into her one last time before I find my own release.

I roll away and she takes several deep breaths now
that my weight is off of her. “Are you okay?” I ask, turning onto my side and reaching
for her. She nods, unable to speak.

I continue to hold her slick body to mine as she
tries once again to calm down her trembling.

She moves her head to look up at me. “I can’t
believe we had sex on the kitchen table.”

I push a few slick pieces of her hair away from her
face. “There is no place that I wouldn’t take you, Angel. You should know that
by now.”

She laughs, placing her hand over her chest. “Did I
hurt you?”

“No, it was just hard to breathe a few times.” She
slides her eyes over to me with a playful smile on her face.

“You liked it.”

She giggles and snuggles up to me. I close my eyes
and listen to the silence that now fills the room, opening them when I feel her
pull away.

“Sorry I yelled at you,” she says with a smile on
her face. “I was just pissed at Courtney and you were the closest to take it
out on.”

“You can take it out on me anytime,” I tease,
trailing one hand over her flat stomach.

She starts to speak but is interrupted by the
doorbell. She rolls off the table, stands up, and runs on shaky legs to look
out the peephole. “It’s Josh and Courtney.” She spins around and starts picking
up her clothes. I laugh as I watch her try to collect all of her buttons before
she tosses me my clothes. “I’ll be right back,” she tells me as she is running
down the hall naked.

“One second,” I yell, chuckling to myself. I get
dressed quickly and walk to the door. I open it to reveal a sad looking
Courtney, but when I look at Josh he smiles brightly. I frown. Why is he happy?
She doesn’t look very happy.

“Hey guys. Come on in.” I step to the side as they enter.
“Angel will be out in a few.”

We just sit down in the living room when Angel
walks in. She sits down on the couch and faces Courtney, who sits with Josh
across from us.

“Courtney, I’m—”

“Let me go first,” Courtney interrupts her. “I’m
sorry for how I’ve behaved. I’m sorry for what I said. I honestly don’t know
why I acted the way I did.” She shrugs. “I know you loved your mother. I was
there with you when your dad passed. I saw how everything was, your mom pushing
you away. I know you would have stayed with her. I just freaked when I saw you
this time. I remembered seeing you like that at your dorm and I panicked. I
thought I was going to lose you again. You always wanted to be alone. And all I
wanted to do was help you,” she implores, sounding choked up. “I know you love
Slade. I knew you had fallen in love with him the night you called me crying
over him.”