ARROGANT BRIT (A BRITISH BAD BOY ROMANCE) (58 page)

Chapter 34

Angel

In my darkest moment when I
needed him most, Trent had come for me. The impact that had on my world was
profoundly changing, and I finally realized that I could truly, honestly trust
him. From that moment on, nothing was ever the same again.

I felt like the most special
girl in the world.

Once we had dropped the
motorcycle off, Trent and I took a cab to the airport. While he checked in with
the airlines and bought us a pair of tickets back north, I couldn’t help but
reflect upon everything I’d been through.

It seemed so crazy to
remember myself as being trapped in Riverton and desperate to leave. It felt so
long ago, although it had only really been a few weeks. From the night he’d
walked into my bar, he’d changed my world… and I’d changed his.

We brought out the best of
each other.

“Are you ready?” He asked,
dispelling my thoughts.

I turned to face him. Trent
was smiling down at me, the most loving grin I’d ever seen plastered across his
face.

This was it. No breakaway
bag, no clothes, no history, no family, and no money. He was truly, honestly
looking at me like I was the most valuable thing in the whole world.

 
“Yeah… I’m ready,” I smiled back.

“Next few days are going to
be hard, Angel. We’re meeting up with a detective back home. You’re going to
tell him everything you remember… can you do that for me?”

“I’ll do anything for you,
Trent.”

“Good,” he replied, sighing
with relief. “Listen, I snagged us a pair of first class tickets. There’s an
outbound flight that’s leaving in about fifty minutes. You ready to get the
hell out of here?”

I nodded. “I was born
ready.”

We walked together, side by
side.

He and I were a force to be
reckoned with.

Occasionally, someone would
glance over at him with faint recollection. Occasionally, he would earn a quick
double take. He popped into a small shop and quickly bought a baseball cap and
a pair of sunglasses, handing me a pair as well.

“Just like old times, huh?”

He smiled slyly, pocketing
the receipt and threading the glasses around his ears.

“You’ve got it.”

After that, we wandered
towards the proper terminal, stopping to use the restroom and grab a bite to
eat before our flight. Everything from the last few days felt like a fading
dream, and although I’d never forget what he’d done for me… I was just so happy
to be back with him.

During our wait, we sat down
together in a pair of available seats – with myself resting against his side
and under his strong, comforting arm.

Some time passed, and before
I knew it, I realized that I was yawning and opening my eyes. There was the
slight recollection of a dream, something about dangerous shadows and being
unable to move, and my own guardian angel coming for me…

“It’s our time,” Trent was
whispering to me.

“Did I…did I doze off?”

I stretched, peeling myself
off of his sturdy frame. For a moment, I was terrified that I’d drooled onto
him, but I realized that
Sleeping Angel
had kept her shit together.

Thankfully.

“Just for a little while,”
he nodded. “I let you sleep about as long as I could…but we need to get going
now.”

The flight back was kind of
uneventful. With Trent’s insistence, I tried to get my rest. I fell back asleep
easier than I thought I would, finally letting the weight of the day collapse
around me. The experiences so fresh in my mind made my sleep fitful at times.
My dreams were dark and cloudy, and I felt alone and scared.

Every moment that I opened
my eyes, my beloved Trent was there, holding and comforting me. I knew that the
dreams would probably be like this for a little while, but I felt at peace that
he would be there, every step of the way.

The sun was rising in the
distance. With its light guiding the way, Trent and I watched the clouds roll
by while we flew over state after state. From up here, the stresses of the
world below were nothing to us; like an Angel in flight, there was nothing here
but smooth skies, beautiful cloud cover, and a sunrise that brought tears to my
eyes.

“That’s so beautiful,” I
murmured to him.

“It really is,” Trent
nodded.

The tip of his index finger
slid beneath my chin, and he gazed down deep into my eyes. We stared into one
another, our gaze as unbreakable as our bond. This man had saved me the night
that we met. While his intentions had been different back then, I could see no
traces of rampant lust or ulterior motives in his soul.

He simply loved me with all
his heart.

“I love you, Trent,” I
whispered.

“Angel, my darling… I love
you too.”

As we kissed, the sun’s
early rays illuminating the heavens beyond, I knew that no matter what the
future brought… with Trent Masters in my life, I was finally home.

Chapter 35

Trent

Six days.

That’s how long it took to
put the asshole in jail. Her mother tried to play completely ignorant. For her
sake, I hoped she
didn’t
know what
that man did to Angel. I was just glad to know we wouldn’t be seeing him again
anytime soon.

We’d finally settled in, our
home free of the police and the media who’d been storming this place since we
got back. Angel had finally calmed down. Her sleeping fits had relaxed, and she
woke up refreshed for the first time since I found her again.

The experience had drained
me, too, although not nearly as much. To my surprise and satisfaction, I didn’t
hear a peep out of Steven, nor the rest of the band.

There would be time for them
soon.

However, there were much
more important things on my mind for the time being. I hadn’t dreamed of being
physical with Angel for a while after such a harrowing, traumatic experience,
but she’d started showing hints that she was ready for things to return to
normal between us.

 
That’s why, the first day after she woke
up refreshed, I took her out for a day of calming and relaxation. While she was
enjoying a therapeutic day of mud baths, massages, and mani-pedis, I took care
of a few errands – mainly, striking the fear of God into the traitors who had
almost separated us forever.

Once I’d come home confident
that I wouldn’t have any more
surprises
like
that, I took a dip in the pool and a relaxing shower. There were things she and
I needed to discuss, but I still wanted the night to be one that she would
always remember.

I half-dragged Angel around
through the door and across the house. She struggled to keep up with me, but
didn’t speak a word of complaint. Sliding the back patio door open, and we
stepped out on the topless porch. There wasn’t a cloud across the night sky,
exposing all the twinkling stars in all their glory.

She instinctively placed her
hands against the bannister lining, her back towards me. As she delicately but
casually steadied herself, my hands fell upon her beautiful shoulders.

“Is everything ok?” she
asked quietly.

“Tell
me why you left, Angel…”

She cast her eyes downward,
trying to avoid my probing gaze. I knew that she didn’t want to disappoint me,
but it was time that we finally had this discussion.

“Your
manager, he said…”

“No, Angel. Don’t put this
on someone else. I need to know what you were thinking,” I replied in the
calmest voice I could muster. Just thinking of him made me grit my teeth, but I
needed to be comforting and understanding to her now.

“I didn’t want to drag you
down. You, this band, your future. I’m a nobody… I don’t deserve this.”

“Do you mean that, babe?” I
whispered. “Is that really how you feel?”

She sighed. “If you’d asked
me that a week and a half ago, I’d have said yes. I don’t know how I feel
anymore. You’ve made me so happy, and you’ve been so understanding… I know I
don’t deserve this, but goddammit, Trent, I don’t want this to ever end…”

“Angel, meeting you is the
best thing that’s ever happened to me. Before you came into my life, I was
going through the fucking motions. I was a broken, filthy, unclean man, barely
happy with what I had… and looking for something,
anything
real. I had resigned myself to my fate… to a life of cold
cynicism, flaming out early and never making anything more of myself.

When she didn’t respond, I
continued.

“But Angel… you make me want
to be better. You make me
feel
better,
about myself, my place in the world, everything I can possibly fathom. You
think I don’t know where you’re coming from? Trust me, I never deserved any of
this shit,” I said, waving my hand around at our surroundings. “And I sure as
hell
never deserved you.”

My beloved looked up at me,
her pretty eyes full of tears, and I said the words I knew she needed to hear
again. I would spend my entire life hammering the point home, if that’s what it
took.

“I love you, Angel. I will
always
love you.”

Those gorgeous windows into
her soul glistened over as the tears ran down her cheeks. Caressing the side of
her face, I brushed them aside. She clasped onto my forearm with both hands,
holding me close.

“I love you too, Trent. Oh
god, can you forgive me for being so stupid? I’ll never leave you again.”

“Never?” I asked, sensing
the moment.

Angel matched my gaze,
filling her eyes with love and… something somehow more. Her soul burned with
complete adoration and a rising, primal hunger. After all, we hadn’t been
intimate in a week.

One look in those beautiful
eyes, and I knew that she was definitely ready.

“…Never.”

I didn’t let a second pass.
I pulled her into a deep, satisfying kiss, my hands sliding across her
shoulders and clasping her soft skin. As I felt Angel gasp into my lips, I ran
my strong hands down her arms, tracing her silhouette and cupping her ample
bosom.

Angel’s murmurs of pleasure
sent a burning chasm of need through my body. I could feel it in my lungs, in
my fingertips, and
definitely
in my
twitching cock, awakening from its long slumber.

My hands slid to her back,
and with a powerful tug I shredded her blouse. As she gasped, I pulled it all
the way apart, ripping the cloth free from her body.

Her round, perfect breasts
were immediately exposed for my hands, and I graciously wrapped my fingers around
them.

I could already feel her
erect little peaks.

Her nipples were springing
to action.

I was going to make sure
Angel never,
ever
left my side again…
with the most extravagant night of sex that she could possibly imagine.

My lips found her neck, nestling
into the lean muscle. Parting them, I bit down, enjoying the sweet taste of her
skin. I could feel her gasp, her neck stretched out for me as I took her in.

Yes.

I was going to make this
special.

Hunger overcame me, but I
pushed it back down. Instead of ripping her body completely bare for me, and
penetrating her against the railing, I took my time: slowly, surely shimmying
her out of her jeans. I left her panties and socks alone, simply casting the
leggings aside – already forgotten to me.

With my loving partner in
just her panties and socks, I allowed my fingers to set to work. They
carefully, firmly traced the contours of her skin, gliding across her curves
and her creases. I wanted to memorize every last detail, every slight dip of
her flesh.

My eyes closed, letting my
fingertips do the seeing for me.

The picture they painted was
that of a trembling but confident woman, a woman who knew that she was loved
and protected by the one she cared for most. They told me the tale of a woman
who knew it was all going to be okay from now on.

But they told me more.

The painting increased in
depth.

My shuddering, exposed
partner suffered from inflicted uncertainty. Her contorted memories were an
unstable foundation upon which she built herself up, shakily rising to meet
coming challenges.

She didn’t know for certain
whom she was.

But I knew I could help her
decide.

Every step of the way, I’d
be there.

I’d always be ready to
support her.

Ready to hold her up.

My fingertips began to
squeeze, to dig into her bare skin. I couldn’t hold myself back much longer…but
I knew how to diffuse a little heat
and
keep
it all about her.

My hand slid down, and I
grabbed a handful of her ass beneath her panties. With a slight gasp of
pleasure slipping from her lips, I lifted the other up, gently caressing her
breast again. My thumb slid across her nipple, playing with the tight, engorged
nub…

She was pushing against me
now, indicating subtly her readiness. But it wasn’t quite time yet.

Instead, I slipped my hand
around front, diving into back into her panties. My intrepid finger hadn’t even
parted her lips before I could feel her enticing nectar.

“Angel, you’re so wet,” I
whispered huskily.

She simply nodded
breathlessly.

“We
should do something about this…”

With that, I dove the finger
inside, eager to please her. Her muscles clenched down around the digit. She
was so fantastically tight that I was afraid she might crush it, but I slowly,
gently worked her drenched mound into submission.

My thumb found her engorged
bead, hiding beneath the hood and ready for my touch. Taking care to not
overstimulate it, I gave it ample attention as well.

Her restrained bucking and
deep breaths told me everything that I needed to know.

As I pushed her further,
sliding a second finger deep inside, I listened and watched for every last
signal her body was sending me.

They all screamed one thing:

Fuck
me.

But no…not yet.

There will be time for that
soon.

I finally pushed her panties
down, over her thighs, stripping her to her socks. She stepped out of them
quickly, trying to turn around to unleash my throbbing tool from its prison
within my jeans.

Instead, I drew her over to
a nearby luxury patio chair, coercing her to sit down comfortable in it.
Stripping her socks off, I had her where I wanted her – without a thread on her
body, her ankles parted for me.

I climbed down on top of
her, kissing her lips deeply. I trailed down to her breasts, suckling her ample
bosom and flicking her nipples with my tongue. Afterwards, I pressed a line of
kisses down between her thighs…

But I hadn’t tossed the
socks aside. Instead, I quickly bound her wrists down to the chair, eager to
completely control her.

She was ready.

She was
mine
.

Angel looked up at me with
an inquisitive, aroused glance. While I let her briefly fight the binds, I
reached over for one of the shredded pieces of her shirt. To my satisfaction,
it was just long enough for what I intended.

And what I
intended
was pure satisfaction.

I folded it over a few
times, and then set about tying it around her head. With her improvised
bindings and blindfold in place, I decided that it was time.

Pressing my lips to her
thighs, I kissed all over, worshiping the tantalizing flesh. But my restraint
could only last so long, and I began to hungrily lap at her wet folds.

While Angel moaned and
fought the restraints, I set to work. Her delicate, delicious lips were perfect
for my tongue as I poked inside her, tasting her sweetness.

Her fluids ran down my chin.
They were delicious, flush with her very essence.

Meanwhile, I took advantage
of her dominated form. With my partner at my very mercy, I ran my fingernails
tantalizingly down her skin, clenching into her sweet, supple flesh.

I could feel her pull
against the bindings.

I could feel her body submit
to the pleasure.

And it only pushed me
forward.

My tongue darted deeper into
her creases, my lips practically adjoined to her own, lower set. Angel bucked
her hips into my hot, wet mouth, eager for more, needing more, requiring more
of my warmth and my explosive touch.