Angel smiles softly at me. Lifting her hands, she cups my face, whispering, “Kiss me, Garret.”
Lowering my head, I slide my tongue over her lips until she opens for me, and I groan as she tilts her hips, gripping my waist with her thighs. Shuddering as her warm sheath grips my cock. Rocking my hips, at first in time to our kiss, then faster as she grips me tighter and it’s hard to tell where I stop and she begins.Making love with Angel had been good even as teenagers, but now … now as adults it is so much more.
Angel rips her lips from mine as she gasps out a long moan and throws her head back against the pillows. She clenches around my cock and I shudder as I come in long, ongoing waves, burying my head against the curve of her shoulder.
“Fuck baby,” I whisper, kissing her shoulder, up the curve of her neck until I reach her mouth, taking it in a hard kiss that softens as our hips still.
“Yeah,” she lets out a breathy sigh, but she sounds happy. “Forgot how good it could be.”
“Yeah,” I sigh, then groan as my cock softens. “Need to get rid of the condom, baby.”
She looks up at me, her blue eyes luminous, her expression soft and relaxed. It makes me want to beat my chest and shout it to the rooftops. I’m so fucking happy to have her back in my life… and in my bed.
I know we need to have a conversation about what happened all those years ago, but no matter what she tells me, I know deep in my soul that it won’t change the way I feel about her. She’s my love, my life. Always has been, always will be.
Pressing a kiss to her shoulder, I push up, gripping the condom as I slide out of her and walk to the bathroom, hating having to leave her even for the minute it’s going to take me to get ridof the condom. Washing my hands, I dry them on the towel. Walking back into the bedroom, I lean over her, kissing the side of her mouth. “Want to have a shower with me?”
“I’d like that,” she smiles, taking the hand I hold out for her and following me to the bathroom.
There’s no awkwardness like you’d expect with us not having seen each other for years; instead, there’s a profound feeling of relief that we’re back together.
The remainder of the day is spent making love, exploring each other’s bodies as we hadn’t as teenagers. We don’t discuss anything heavy. We both send messages to those who need to know that we are okay. For her that’s her sister, and for me it’s my President and Roman so they can arrange for someone to cover the garage for me.
“Can you give me until tomorrow morning to tell you the heavy stuff? Tonight I just want to be with you,” Angel says suddenly. It’s late evening, and we’re in the kitchen making sandwiches to eat.
Surprised, I look over at her and see the worry in her eyes. I’m not sure what she’s got to tell me, but it’s visibly weighing on her. And as I’d do anything to ease her worries, all I can do is agree.
Running the back of my hand over her cheek, I agree. “Yeah baby, we can wait. We’ve got time now, and honestly, I’m not ready to hear what you’ve got to tell me. I know it’s not going tobe good, and for now I’d rather bury my head in the sand and not think about it. Tomorrow is soon enough to deal.”
She smiles at me, her lip quivering as a sheen of tears covers her eyes. “Thank you, Garret.” She grasps my hand and kisses the palm. “Now, do you have milk to go with these?”
“Of course, I do,” I smirk at her. “I’m not a neanderthal.”
It’s a weak joke, but it does the job and stops the tears. It was the right decision.
We’d get to the heavy shit when we were ready because we both know it’s going to be a hard conversation, filled with pain and anger. Neither of us is ready for that. Not yet. Not when we’ve just found each other again.
Chapter 7
Angel
Iwake to the sound of something clinking on the nightstand. The delicious aroma of fresh coffee permeates the room. Stretching, I groan as my aching body protests the movement. I ache all over, but in a good way. I guess twenty-four hours of making love would do that to you. Turning, I open my eyes and look straight into Garret’s bright blue eyes.
He’s crouched beside the bed, watching me, looking almost too good to be real. My gaze drifts from his eyes down over the planes of his bare, muscular chest. It’s a wonderful sight to wake up to. Reaching out, I trace a slow line down his chest, murmuring, “Morning.”
His face lights up with a smile. Leaning forward, he kisses my forehead. “Morning, baby. Brought you some coffee.”
“Thanks,” I reply, scooting up in the bed, dragging the bedsheets with me and tucking them under my arms until I can rest my back against the headboard. Taking the mug, he holds out to me. I take a sip, closing my eyes with a hum and a thankful sigh. “Oh, that’s so good.”
Garret chuckles. I open my eyes when the bed compresses as he gets in next to me with his own cup. He lifts an arm and I scoot closer, sighing with contentment as I rest my head on his shoulder.
I feel like I’m living in a dream world. It may have taken twenty-eight years, but somehow, we found our way back to each other.
He kisses my head, “Finish your coffee, baby. Then I’m going to hold you as you tell me everything. From the day I left you until we met again at the diner.”
My throat tightens, but I nod. He’s right. No matter how much I’m dreading it, he deserves to know everything. He has every right to hate me for giving up Honor, but I hope he’ll understand that I had little choice.
I nod. “Okay,” I whisper.