Against All Odds - Angel's Story: Against All Odds (Destiny Series Book 4) (3 page)

When he finished, he lifted his head up and looked at me. He smiled. Seeing his beautiful smiling face between my legs was a sight, I can tell you. A sight I’d hopefully get to see again. And again…

I smiled back. “Wow, you’re good at that.” Then I giggled and covered my face with my hands. What a stupid thing to say.

“You haven’t seen nothin’ yet, sweetheart,” he said with a sexy, confident, cocky smile. There was so much conviction behind his words it made my heart race. Surely it couldn’t get any better than what just happened?

Chase planted a tiny kiss on my mound. I felt his lips curve into a smile when he did it. “You have a magnificent pussy,” he breathed against my sensitive flesh. Jesus, he did not just say that. I felt my face flush. I wasn’t sure how to respond to that comment, so I didn’t.

He kissed his way back up my body, stopping at my boobs again. “I love your tits. They’re perfect. You’re fucking perfect,” he whispered as he sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. The way he said it made me believe every word. I’d never felt more beautiful as I did at that moment. Wow, he thinks I’m perfect.

He placed tiny kisses all over my chest, my neck, my jaw. Oh god, I liked his mouth on me. Very much. When he found my lips again, he settled down on top of me. I could feel his erection pushing into my thigh.

“I need to go out to my bike and get a rubber,” he said pulling out of the kiss.

“A rubber?” I asked in confusion.

“A condom.”

“Oh.” I giggled. I’d never heard them called that before. I looked to my right, out of the window of my bedroom. It was still raining. The windows in my room are floor-to-ceiling as well. I love waking up to the ocean every day. Shit, my blinds were drawn. Anyone walking down the beach could see us. Luckily, because of the rain, the beach would more than likely be deserted.

I reached for the remote on my bedside table and pushed the button to lower them. “Jesus, even your blinds are run by a remote,” Chase stated, shaking his head.

He pushed up off me. I quickly grabbed his arm. “Where are you going?”

“Out to my bike.” I was relieved. For a second I thought he was leaving.

“I have condoms.”

“You do?” He raised his eyebrows when he asked. “You have guys over a lot, do you?” He frowned as he said this.

“Oh God no. My mum bought them for me.”

“Your mum?” Shit, why did I say that? “You’re twenty-two and your mother buys you condoms? Aren’t you old enough to buy your own?” Me and my big mouth. I felt like an idiot.

“It’s not like that,” I said as I felt my face turn red. “My parents worry, that’s all. My mum just wants to make sure I don’t end up pregnant.” Geez. Like that sounded any better. I wish my mouth would just keep quiet.

My mum put me on the pill a few years back, but advised I still use condoms, for STD’s. She’s pretty open about stuff like that. Honestly though, I hate talking about sex with her. It’s just wrong. I only accepted the condoms because she said if I ended up pregnant my dad would probably have a heart attack. We both laughed, but she was probably right.

He shook his head. “At least your mum gives a shit about you, I guess.” Wow. What did he mean by that? I kind of got the impression he was having a dig at his own mother. I have no idea what his home life is like. All I know is that his family are involved in some bikie gang. “Flaming Skulls” I think they’re called. That’s what Dana told me anyway. She’s the queen of gossip.

That explains the tattoo on his back and the images on his bike. Chase has never mentioned it. He hasn’t mentioned his family at all actually.

“Where are they?” he asked. I reached over to my bedside table, pulling the box out of the drawer, passing it to him, the whole time praying he wasn’t expecting me to put it on. I wouldn’t have a friggin’ clue what to do.

“The box isn’t opened.”

“Yeh…ummm, I haven’t needed them until now.” Crap. I needed to change the subject. I looked up at him and found him smiling down at me. “What?” I asked. I had no idea why he was smiling at me like that.

“Nothing,” he said, shaking his head again. He opened the box and pulled out a long strip, before placing the box back in the drawer. Oh my. Did he intend on using all those? After ripping one open with his teeth, he dropped the rest on the floor. “For later,” he smirked. The thought of later had me smiling on the inside.

I watched in amazement as he rolled it on, all the time thinking, ‘shit I hope that monstrosity fits inside me’. He climbed back over me and settled between my legs. He was giving me that look again. It sent a shiver coursing through my body.

He brushed my hair off my face. “I’ve dreamed about this moment ever since I first laid eyes on you,” he whispered as his lips came down to mine. I was glad because his words brought tears to my eyes, and I would’ve hated for him to see that. Truth is, I’d dreamed about this moment too. I never thought it would happen, but was super glad that it was going to.

He shifted his body so he was positioned at my opening. Here goes nothing, I thought. His lips were still on mine as he pushed a little inside me. I closed my eyes and braced for what was to come. “Shit you’re tight,” he groaned.

“Sorry,” I said innocently. He chuckled at my comment as he pulled back to look at me. He was smiling again.

“Don’t be fucking sorry, you feel amazing.”

My hands moved up to cup his face. I needed his lips on me. I also didn’t want him looking at me when he pushed all the way in. I knew it was going to hurt like a bitch. I was going to try my hardest not to let him know, but my facial expressions more than likely would give me away.

I felt him pull back a little and then ‘BOOM’, holy craaaap... I wanted to scream but I bit down on the inside of my cheek and fisted one of my hands in the sheet instead. Breathe…Breathe…I was trying to relax. I could feel my body tensing up. Breathe…Breathe…

“Oh fuck, you feel like heaven,” I heard him mumble.

Breathe, Angel…Breathe…

He raised his head to look at me. Shit, he must’ve sensed something. “Are you okay?” I nodded and plastered a smile on my face.

“I’m wonderful.” Well that wasn’t a lie. Being here with him was wonderful. I was pretty positive once my body adjusted it wouldn’t hurt so much. He smiled again before leaning down to brush his lips against mine. I threaded my fingers through his hair and deepened the kiss. I loved the way he kissed me. I could kiss him all day and never tire of it.

He pulled out of me again then pushed back in, groaning loudly into my mouth. This time it didn’t hurt so much. I think the breathing helped me relax.

He was now moving in and out, in and out. With every thrust it felt better and better. Before long I was moving too, as the pleasure swept through my body. I loved the feeling of being connected to him like this.

We ended up having sex another three times. Each time was better than the last. I was feeling a little tender by the end, but the pleasure far outweighed the pain.

It
was wonderful.
He
was wonderful. So loving and attentive towards me. He definitely knew how to please a woman. I suppose he’s had
a lot
of practice. I knew before we got to this point that I had feelings for him. By the end of those few hours, I realised just how much he meant to me. During our time together I got the impression I meant something to him too. That was until the moment I confessed I had feelings for him. That’s when it all went to shit. It’s when he walked out and broke my heart.

CHAPTER TWO

One month earlier…

Chase

What was I thinking? I should’ve known better. But fuck me, if I didn’t want a piece of that sweet arse.
My sweet-cheeks.
That’s the nickname I have for her. She thinks I’m talking about the cheeks on her face. Sometimes I give them a little pinch after I say it. The truth is, I’m talking about the two sweetest fucking cheeks I’ve ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on. The ones connected to those incredibly long, sexy legs of hers.

These past few months I’ve been running behind her on the track, and fuck me, it’s been both heaven and hell. Heaven, because I get to watch those sweet-cheeks of hers as she runs in front of me. Hell, because it makes my cock fucking ache. She’s been haunting my dreams from the moment I laid eyes on her.

Stayed the fuck away is what I should’ve done. That would’ve been the smart thing to do. Originally I’d stripped off as a joke, hoping to shock her and see her freak the fuck out. Wrong.

Honestly, I thought I had this thing with her under control. Who was I kidding? The minute she took her shirt off, I knew I was in deep shit. It was the last thing I expected her to do. I nearly swallowed my fucking tongue.

That first day when I pulled up beside her in the car park, and she was looking up at me, all adorable and shit. Something inside me wanted her. Needed her. I can’t explain it because it was something I’d never felt before.

I
should’ve
let her walk away then. But no. Stupid fucking me thinking with my dick again, I ran after her. I’ve never chased a chick before in my life. Never had to. There was just something about her. Something was drawing me in.

That day, she became my first ever female friend. I mean,
fucking ever
. The only female I’ve ever let get close to me. The only female I’ve ever let myself care about. I loved being around her. My attention span is lucky to last twenty-four hours with the others. Not her though. The more time I spent with her, only made me want to be around her more.

I knew in my heart if it went any further than friendship, it would change things between us. I didn’t want that. I needed her in my life any way I could have her. Before she came along, I thought women like her didn’t exist. The sacrifice to me was worth it. Losing her altogether was something I never wanted to happen.

I should’ve known my dick had other plans though. Fucker always wins out in the end. My feelings for her were supposed to be a secret. I was never supposed to act on them. She’s too fucking good for me, I know that. Too sweet and innocent. Being with someone like me would only cause her harm. Ruin her. That was something I never wanted to do. Not to
my
sweet-cheeks. She’s perfect just the way she is.

Even after I had her sprawled out on her bed, looking as beautiful as fucking sin in her tiny pink lace panties, I had to fight the internal war that was raging within me. How could I possibly walk away from the only girl I’ve ever truly wanted? Especially when she was just waiting for me to take her, devour her?

I didn’t stand a chance.

Growing up, I vowed never to put myself in that position. My mum fucked it all up for me. If you can’t trust your own mother, your own flesh and blood, how can you possibly trust any other female?

Unfortunately, even though hurting Angel was something I never wanted to do, it’s exactly what I did. Yesterday, I fucked her and walked away like a heartless prick. I treated her like she didn’t mean a thing to me. But, she does.
She means everything to me
. Even more after what happened between us. Best two hours of my life. I need my arse kicked for the way I treated her.

Sure, it’s not the first time I’ve walked away from a girl after having sex with her. I do it all the time. This is the first time I’ve felt like shit for doing it though. She deserved so much better than that.
So much fucking better.

I’ve never fucked a girl I cared about before. Hell, I never cared about a girl until I met her. Yesterday was full of firsts for me. The first girl I’ve ever taken on the back of my bike. The first girl I’ve ever kissed. Yes that’s right. I may have been with a lot of women over the years, but kissing?
Never.
It’s too intimate. I’m not after intimacy. I’m only after a good time. Nothing more.

Fuck me, if this girl doesn’t make me want to do things I swore I’d never do. She makes me feel things I don’t want to feel. I’d been dying to kiss those plump sexy lips of hers from day one, to taste them. See them wrapped around my cock.

Until Angel, I’ve never held women in high regard. After growing up with that bitch of a mother of mine, I lost all respect for them.

Angel is different though. Don’t ask me why, she just is. She’s like no other woman I’ve known. From the first glimpse, she changed something inside me. I can’t even put it into words. All I can say is I knew within seconds, without a word spoken, that I needed to get to know her. Needed to be around her. Crazy I know, but that’s exactly how I felt.

All that’s ruined now.

Yesterday, after everything happened between us, it’s safe to say I was freaking the hell out. Freaking out about what we’d done, what she’d made me feel. Not a single woman from my past has ever made me feel the things I felt while we were together.

I could tell she was inexperienced, not like most of the sluts I’ve been with. I liked that about her though. I liked the fact she hasn’t slept around much. I’d take her, and her inexperience over all the girls I’ve ever had.

Truthfully, she was the best lay I’ve ever had. She’s like a drug to me. I’m afraid now that I’ve had a taste, I’m hooked. I can’t let that happen. For her sake and mine.

By the end of our first time together I knew I had to end it between us. I needed to make a clean break. I didn’t have a choice. Compared to her, I’m trash.

My mum said those words to me often when I was growing up. I have nothing to offer her. If my own mother can’t stand me, it would only be a matter of time before Angel felt the same. That would be my worst fucking nightmare.

I planned on letting her down gently. As gently as I could anyway. I knew I couldn’t be friends with her anymore. Everything was screwed up now. I’m gonna miss her like you wouldn’t believe, but I’ll get over it. I hope.

Who am I trying to kid? I’ll never forget her.

It wouldn’t take her long to figure out I’m not good for her. That kind of rejection from her would crush me. I know it. It’s better for us both to hurt now, instead of later down the line.

Being around her was risky. I’ve always known that. Now that I’ve crossed that line and know exactly what I’ll be missing, it makes this decision so much harder. I need to do what I need to do. Unfortunately that’s getting as far away from her as possible.

My mind drifts back to what she said before I walked out.
“I’ve been fighting my feelings for you for so long. I’m glad I don’t have to pretend how I feel anymore.”
Although hearing her say she had feelings for me made me happy. Extremely fucking happy. It also freaked me out.

She can’t care for me. I don’t want her to.
Well, actually I do.
I want that more than anything. Fuck, if this shit doesn’t make me insane. No woman has ever cared for me in the past. My mum certainly didn’t. The girls I fuck don’t. They only want me for my cock. No female has ever wanted me for just me, except Angel, of course.

We’re from two different worlds. You’ve only got to look at the expensive car she drives, or the designer clothes she wears. Going inside her home yesterday just confirmed it.

Her house makes mine look like a fucking shack. I’d known where she lived before going there. I made sure to find that out the first day I met her. Don’t ask me why, I just needed to know. I got one of the guys from the club to tail her home.

Apart from the material things she has, you’d never know she came from money. She’s not stuck up or pretentious at all, the total opposite. She’s the coolest chick I’ve ever known. Now I’ve completely screwed up the only one good thing I have in my life.
Her.

As usual, I listened to my cock instead of my head. I should’ve known once I got a taste of that sweet pussy of hers I’d be a goner. It was the sweetest damn pussy my mouth has ever tasted.
Sweet,
just like her.

Her name is fitting; she is an Angel. She’s not the usual type of girl I’d go for. I like my women hard, fast and easy. Well, I thought I did. Now I’ve had a piece of Angel, I’m not so sure anymore. I felt things in those few short hours we were together, that I’ve never felt before. 

I’m still struggling with what I did to her. I’ve picked up my phone at least twenty times to call. I chickened out every fucking time. I even started to write a text, but didn’t send it. I’m sure she’ll get over it. I’m probably not the first one-night stand she’s had. Why does that thought make me want to fuckin’ punch something?

What I’d really like to do is go and talk to her face-to-face. That’s what she deserves. There’s no way I could look at that angelic face of hers and break her heart. It would kill me. I’m going to take the easy way out and pretend she doesn’t exist. Low act I know, but it’s the only way.

I did, however, go and change her tyre this morning. I couldn’t just leave her car there, knowing it had a flat and she had no way of changing it herself. I can be an arsehole at times, but I’m not that much of a dog. I even got one of Pops’ guys to tow it back to her place.

That’s not going to make up for what I’ve done, but it’s something I felt compelled to do. Her friendship means the world to me.
She
means the world to me. Seeing her on campus now is going to be so fucking hard. I’m gonna try and swap some of my classes around. The less I see of her the better. Instead of running in the afternoons with her, I’ll do mornings. Fuck, I feel lost without her already.

She may not realise it now, but in time she’ll understand, that what I did was for the best. My mum has made it kind of hard for me to ever have a relationship with another female.

Let’s face it, my mum’s a bitch. Always has been, always fucking will be. She’s a liar, a manipulator and only ever looked out for one person—herself. I’m sure she loves me in her own sick and twisted way, but she loves herself more. As long as she’s getting what she wants, and things are her way, she’s happy.

Selfish bitch.

The truth is, I lost all respect for her when I was ten years old. My real dad died before I was born, or so my mum says. I could never tell if she was lying or telling the truth, she was that fucking good at it. Deception is her middle name. My Pops, that’s what I call my dad. He’s not my real dad, but the only real father I’ve ever known.

My mum has had a lot of men over the years. Some were nice to me, some were total cocksuckers. Pops was the best out of them all. My mum was too wrapped up in herself to see that though. He fucking loved her. He loved us both.

My parents got married when I was six. Those four years, between the ages of six and ten, were the best years of my life. Until my mum screwed it all up. She was trying to blackmail my dad over some shit. To this day I don’t know what, but she used blackmail a lot. Trying to get her way, even on me.

Anyway, Pops wouldn’t have a bar of it. My mum being the nasty bitch she is, did something I’ll never forgive her for. She dobbed him in to the cops. He served two years. Two fucking years. It broke my heart the day they raided our house and hauled him off to prison. My mum stood there smiling. Fucking smiling, while my heart was being ripped out of my chest. She even had the audacity to say, “That’ll teach you, you bastard” as he was being dragged away.

Heartless bitch.

Sure, my old man’s not perfect. He’s quite rough around the edges, but deep down he’s a good bloke, with a heart of gold. He was good to her, to me. I love him for that. He was the first person in my life who ever truly cared. He didn’t deserve the way he was being treated, especially from his wife. From the woman he loved.

Those two years while he was locked up were the worst.
Fucking worst.
I missed him like crazy. Mum wouldn’t even take me to visit him. I used to write to him though. The old lady next door would post the letters for me. When he wrote back, he’d send them to her address so my mum couldn’t get her hands on them. I fucking cherished each and every one of those letters. I still do.