Page 131 of Family Bonds: Coy & Angel

“Nope,” she said. “I’m just using you for now. Got a problem with it?”

“No, ma’am,” he said, letting out a groan. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold on and couldn’t believe how turned on he was over her take-charge attitude.

She reached her hand down between her legs, found her sensitive piece of flesh and started to flick at it with her finger as she was grinding against him.

“Slow down,” he said. “I’m going to come.”

“Use some of those superpowers you’ve got to hold off a minute until I get there,” she said.

She almost looked to be in as much pain as him and he couldn’t take it anymore, turning her quickly so she was on her back and he began pounding into her with her legs held up high.

She started to shout out his name and moments later, he did the same, then collapsed on top of her more spent than he’d ever been.

“Wow,” he said.

“Feels good doesn’t it?” she asked sarcastically.

“Fantastic,” he said.

“Stop babying me, Coy. All this did was make me want to attack you again for an ending like that. Do you get it now?”

“Yeah,” he said, rolling and putting her on his chest. “I do.”

“Maybe it’s this room. Do you think Spencer would be upset to know what we did on his bed?”

He didn’t even have the energy to laugh.

39

STAND UP TO HIM

“Hello, hello,” Helena said as she walked in the front door the next morning.

“Hi,” Angel said. “I didn’t know you were coming over.”

“Coy told me he was in the mood for chicken noodle soup,” Helena said. “It got me thinking he might be struggling a bit and wanted the comforts of home.”

“He’sstruggling?” she asked, lifting an eyebrow.

She was trying not to get worked up over that.

After her blow-up last night, Coy had been great. He’d apologized a few times and said he was going to try to not be overbearing any more than a normal new father would be.

She supposed she couldn’t ask for much more than that.

Maybe she shouldn’t have let it build for so many weeks. She was trying to give him the benefit of the doubt, but the longer she waited to bring it up, the more he ran in front of her to do things.

“Oh,” Helena said, giggling. “Maybe it’s you that is struggling and gave him what-for over it and he’s rubbing a sore butt from a verbal beating?”

“That sounds more like it,” she said, smirking. Not that she wanted to air her dirty laundry out with her mother-in-law. It was one thing to tell her mom, but another Coy’s mother who would most likely stick up for him.

“Where is Coy?” Helena asked as she moved into the kitchen and put the big container of soup in the fridge. There looked to be bread with it too.

“He’s down by the water and doing some work on the beach. Said he needed to clear his head.”

“You can tell me what is going on,” Helena said. “I won’t judge you if Coy is overstepping in his attempt to make things easy for you and it’s ticking you off. It just tells me all my boys are like their father and need their butts handed to them. And if you did that, then good for you. I’m glad to know you can stand up to him.”

It might have been the best thing that could have been said to her.

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