He’s still fully clothed.
I pout and he chuckles at me, hooking his fingers inside me until my pussy weeps for his cock to fill me up. I reach down between our bodies to unzip his jeans and stroke his cock, already hard and pulsing for me. He shifts around a little and pulls a condom out of his pocket with his free hand, all while the other is still pumping inside me until my legs shake.
He tears the packet open with his teeth, his hand covering mine and together we roll the condom on. It has no business being that hot but, fuck, by the time he’s covered I’m fucking panting for him.
No flinching here.
Tomi’s fingers slip out and he pulls my hips closer. “Hurry up, Angel, before I fuck you on the floor. I don’t want to hurt you but a man has limits and you’re pushing mine.”
I raise up on my knees before sinking down on his cock, groaning at the stretch of taking him like this. It takes me a second to get the hang of how to do this but, like he said, I’m used to riding the pole and my hips can fucking move.
He’s sweating in less than a minute.
I find myself so happy that I giggle and he gets pretty fucking serious about making me come after that, a hand on the nape of my neck to keep my body close to his as his fingers work their magic on my clit.
When I come and clench down hard like a vise around him he follows me over the edge with a grunt, pumping his hips up into me.
The shaking starts as soon as I come down from my orgasm, my whole body trembling for no reason. I start to panic a little bit, sure that Tomi is going to zip up and leave me because I’m such a fucking mess.
“Where’s your sweatshirt, sweetness? Here, have this one,” he says, slipping his cut off and then his shirt before helping me into it. He’s still inside me but now he’s focused entirely on easing my tremors.
“Hips up, good girl. Right, lie down there until I get cleaned up. Do you have blankets? Good, you stay there. I’ll fix it.”
The shaking doesn’t stop but I fall asleep before he gets back to me.
I wake up in his arms on the fold-out bed, tucked into his chest and fucking happy.
Chapter Thirty Two
Tomi
Angel wasn’t wrong when she said the house was a pile of shit.
It needs more work than just a quick paint job but I’ll be goddamned if I don’t do as much of it for her as I can. When I get her tucked up on the couch and sleeping I do a proper walk through the place and start running inventory on what she needs.
I’ve been working for years for the club, my only expenses being my hog and my bar tab, so I have more than enough cash to sort this place out for my girl.
Starting with a fucking fridge.
Her cupboards are full of chips and boxes of Mac’n’Cheese, she’s gonna get fucking sick eating that shit and there’s no fucking way I’m eating it.
The bathroom tiles are cracked and missing in places. The carpet in the bedroom is fucking terrible, stained and littered with burn marks. Every inch of the kitchen cupboards need to be cleaned and repainted too, if not completely ripped out and replaced.
She only has a couch and some bags of clothes.
I text Rue and Trink before I head back into the living room to make up the bed. I’ll need some backup and I don’t care how hungover my sister is, she can come help out. I fall asleep with Angel’s legs tangled up in mine, her arms across my chest and her face pressed up into my neck like she needs to be surrounded by me to sleep.
I sleep like the dead.
When I wake up the early morning light is streaming in through the broken blinds and Angel is already awake, watching me with this soft little smile on her face that has my words drying up in my throat.
She looks exactly like the name she chose, a fucking angel lying there on my chest and stealing my fucking heart away from me.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
We get up for the day slowly, like dragging our asses off of the couch is the hardest fucking thing we’ve ever done. Her ass keeps peeking out from under my shirt and, fuck, maybe getting up is the hardest fucking thing because spreading her out on the cushions sounds like a much better use of the morning than painting shit.
She laughs at me like pure fucking joy.
I grab my shit from my bag on my hog and I drag her into the shower with me, soaping her up with my shit so she smells just like me. When I leave everything where it belongs she quirks an eyebrow at me from where she’s leaning against the bathroom counter.
“You leaving your shit here? I have to make space for it all in this tiny bathroom?”
I huff at her even if I am enjoying the hell outta the flirty tone she’s slinging my way. “I told you, sweetness, I’m not fucking leaving. You better make sure there’s room in your closet for my shit because we both live here now.”
She huffs out a breath like she’s mocking me but there’s that perfect fucking grin on her face again. “Oh really? Are you paying rent or just freeloading off of me? I gotta tell you, my ass isn’t worth what it used to be.”
My palm slides down her back until I reach the mouthwatering curve of her ass. It’s worth so much more than she ever made on that stage but this moment isn’t about that shit.
It’s about manning the fuck up.
“Sweetness, this place is yours. You bought it, you worked for it, you sacrificed for it, no one can take that away from you. But you’re my woman. I don’t give a fuck about that ’struck shit, you were mine from the second I saw you with or without the curse chiming in.”
I grab her hips and draw her in closer, watching as her pupils dilate just from being this close to me and my dick is all for that shit. “I’m not paying rent. I’m covering the bills so you can go to school without worrying about a fucking thing. I’m getting whatever you need, covering everything, because you’re mine to take care of. You’re fucking mine.”
Her cheeks flush and her head ducks. “You don’t have to. I… I made sure I had enough. I’ve got it covered, just so long as—“
“So long as nothing, Angel. You’ll leave it to me.”
Angel startles at the knock on the door, ducking out of my arms to answer it. I already know who’s coming so I get to work laying sheets down over the sofa and the floors.
“I brought beer and a tall guy, I think we’ll have the ceilings sorted in no time at all. Speck was gonna come but Keely caught wind and threatened to drug him to keep him home. He’s still a little… broken, I guess.” Poe shrugs, talking a mile a minute, and Rue steps up behind her, his hands wrapping around her hips to nudge her out of the way. I scoff at him and get a glare in return.
I might be smug.
I got my girl wrapped around me all night, I got her pussy gripping me like a fucking vise and her soft morning eyes.
He’s got blue balls and a fucking brat on his hands.
“Thank you for helping. I’ve got everything prepped in here and Tomi is doing the living room.”
Trink slumps into the room like she’s dying but she shoots Angel a smile, a real one which makes her whole face light up. “Let’s get this over with, I need a fucking nap and that couch is comfy as hell.”
Angel cringes a little and says, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to get you outta bed—”