Page 87 of Angels & Whiskey
I’d never wokenup with a woman in my arms.
Before the army, it was a bang ‘em and leave ‘em kinda thing. With Alyssa, I’d never gotten the chance because we always had to cover our tracks in a hurry. With clients, I never had an overnight date like some of the guys. But now with Autumn, it felt nice, right—perfect as my eyes opened to see her smooth naked skin disappearing under my blue sheets.
I wanted to lay in bed, staring at her as she slept. She was finally relaxed and as she dreamed, she looked peaceful. I wanted her to stay that way because I knew she’d have a bumpy road ahead of her.
What I never expected was for her to climb into my bed and seduce me. It didn’t take much convincing, but I was surprised, and once I had her naked, there was no turning back. I expected her to be resistant and not relaxed enough our first time, but she surprised me. It was as if she was made for me.
Dreaming about the way her pussy would taste or feel was nothing compared to the real thing. She tasted like cotton candy as her arousal melted in my mouth. The way her cunt tightened around my dick as I pounded into her was like a ride I never wanted to get off. God …
Hearing her moan sent shivers straight to my cock. It was aching so bad to be buried deep in her while I fucked her with my fingers and made her gush all over my hand—I was surprised I didn’t come when she did.
Thinking about what we had done the night before was making my cock throb. I wanted to take her again, hear her call out my name, and then go with her to her house and see Major Dick’s face as he noticed how thoroughly fucked she was.
Instead, I slowly rolled out of bed and after throwing on a pair of sweats, I started to open my bedroom door but stopped. After everything she’d gone through the night before, I didn’t want her to feel as if I’d left her.
Walking back toward the bed, I knelt down and brushed her hair away from her eyes. “Angel,” I whispered.
“Hmm?” she responded, not opening her eyes.
“It’s almost eleven. You can stay asleep as long as you’d like, but I’m going to make coffee. Okay?”
She nodded but still didn’t open her eyes. I smiled because even though I was exhausted, I had a feeling she was more so. I wasn’t able to hold back last night once I was inside her, and we went at it until she was almost asleep with my dick still inside her. There were two things I knew helped fight off nightmares. One was fucking until you couldn’t keep your eyes open, and the other was downing a bottle of whiskey. Needless to say, we both slept well—I was sure of it.
I made my way to the kitchen for coffee where I found Jackson eating an omelet. He eyed me with a grin as I poured myself a cup of coffee. That fucking smug look on his face was driving me insane and I wanted him to spit it out.
“Go ahead,” I sang, pouring vanilla creamer into the black liquid.
“I’m surprised you’re able to walk this morning.”
“So you heard?” I asked as I sat down across from him at the table and leaned back with my arms over my bare chest.
“How could I not? My room’s right across the hall.”
I shrugged with a smirk. “What can I say?”
“If you make women scream like that each time you fuck ‘em, I’m surprised your clients aren’t booking you every night.” He chuckled.
I stilled. I’d thought I’d have more time until Autumn left her husband. Hell, I thought I’d have more time until we were together. Were we together? There was no way she’d want to be with me if she knew what my job was.
“Fuck dude!” I hissed. “I gotta quit.”
“Whoa, slow your roll.”
“She’s gonna flip when she finds out who our employer is,” I groaned, running my hand down my face.
“She just left her husband. Give her time to adjust.”
“Right.” I nodded. Last night could have just been for the sex. “I was thinking though …” I stood and went to the cabinet to look for pancake mix, “we can’t do this forever. And if Autumn wants to start a relationship with me, I think I want to try.”
Jackson set down his fork on his plate with a clink. He watched me as I read the box of pancake mix on how to make them. “And if she doesn’t?” he finally asked.
I shrugged. “Maybe I’m ready to date. Like really date.”
He nodded his head and picked up his fork. “Good, but don’t quit until you find a girl. We have bills to pay.”
I chuckled and shook my head, ready to tell him I could survive three years without a job with the money I had saved. Before I could, I heard the door open to my bedroom. I turned and grabbed the other ingredients in the fridge I needed to make breakfast.
“Mornin’, Auttie,” Jackson snickered behind me.
