Page 5 of Ruthless Angel

My balls tightened as they readied to release inside her. Unable to resist, I bit down on the back of her neck. The pained noise she made was too much. I couldn’t hold back.

As Clover’s pussy spasmed around me, I filled her with my cum. Grabbing her chin, I pulled her head to the side and leaned forward to devour her lips. Every time I had this woman, I only wanted more of her.

When she tried to squirm away, I held tight to her, keeping her close. “Where do you think you’re going, Angel?”

“To clean myself up a bit. Is that not okay?” She shot me a pointed look that I could feel in the dark.

“I want you right here beside me with my cum leaking out of your pussy.” I dragged her closer, tugging at the t-shirt she wore. “Take this off. I want to feel all of you.”

Clover let out an annoyed sigh as she took off the shirt. There was tension in her now that she was awake and naked. I frowned, not liking the way she held herself, like she was preparing to run.

“Relax,” I admonished. “I just want to feel you.”

She gave up resisting and sank in against me. After a few quiet minutes she asked, “Have you even slept?”

“No. I tried. It’s not happening.” The urge to check my phone again hit. This time I ignored the urge.

Clover’s hand was warm on my chest when she turned in my arms to face me. “Are you okay? I can’t imagine how hard this is for you.”

“I’m fine,” I lied. “Just a little tightly wound.”

“It’s okay to not be okay,” Clover said. “You don’t always have to be the tough guy, Daire. It’s normal to have emotions. Vital even.”

My laugh lacked humor. “Is that so? What do you want from me, Angel? Some tears? A meltdown? Someone has to keep their shit together.”

When she touched my face, something cold and hard inside me softened. “Do you ever let yourself feel anything that isn’t related to anger or violence? You’re still human. It would be nice if you acted like it once in a while.”

I laid there in silence. Clover wasn’t the first person to point out my lack of humanity. She likely wouldn’t be the last.

“You can talk to me, Daire,” she continued. “I’m a good listener. I know that you’re worried. I’m worried too.”

“Yeah, I’m fucking worried,” I heard myself say. “I’m also mad as hell, and I need to stay that way.”

I’d struggled to let myself feel vulnerable in any way since childhood. Being told to man up and that big boys don’t cry by my mother had formed me into a hardass at a young age. I was the oldest boy being raised by a single mother. She’d been trying her best. Unfortunately, only her emotions were allowed to be put on display. The rest of us had been shamed for it.

The first time I’d tried to open up in my adult life was with my ex-girlfriend. The bitch who’d betrayed me by sleeping with her ex. I’d learned to keep those soft, weak feelings buried deep inside where they belonged.

I saw Clover’s outline in the dark as she nodded. “I understand. It’s hard. I’m here if you ever want to open up. Maybe you should try to get some sleep now.”

She surprised me by pushing me over onto my back and settling herself in against my chest. Her arm went around me as she got comfortable.

My hand hovered above her for several seconds before I stroked it lightly over her hair. Having her snuggled up on my chest messed with my head. Part of me wanted to open my mouth and tell her every thought and feeling that plagued me. But I knew better than that.

I knew better than to let her get that close. I would never give a woman that kind of power over me again.

CHAPTER THREE

CLOVER

Class wasn’t an option the next day. After spending a restless night in Daire’s bed, I wasn’t feeling up to sitting in a classroom wondering what was happening to Blaze. Besides, I had nothing to wear.

“I need to go to Raina’s to get my things,” I said, sipping my coffee.

I sat at the small bistro table with Cash who worked on his laptop. Daire stood near the counter brewing his second cup of black coffee with the one cup coffee maker. I didn’t know how he could drink it that way.

“I’ll drive you over there after I grab a shower.” Daire popped a coffee pod into the machine and pressed the button to make it start. Leaning against the counter, he rubbed his stubbled jaw and yawned.

“I’m coming too.” Cash stuffed a bite of toast into his mouth. “I’m not staying here alone so Brady and his thugs can come for me. Seems like a bad time for any of us to be alone.”

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