Angel's Halo: Entangled Part 7

I shrugged it all off. No way did I want anyone to think I couldn't take care of myself. I was not some little woman who needed a man to protect her. If I ran and told on every man who p.i.s.sed me off then no one would respect me. I wouldn't respect myself. "I'm fine," I a.s.sured him with a smile that wasn't nearly as forced when I looked up at him.

Hawk might be reserved with most people, but there was something in his eyes that told me he was a good man. Proof of it was how sweet he was to Gracie. They might have only known each other for a little over five weeks, but they were almost inseparable. I was still trying to figure out what was going on with those two, but considering that their room was right up against mine and Lexa's I knew for a fact they weren't having s.e.x. Those walls were kind of thin and no one could be that quiet every night.

"All you have to do is say the word and I'll gut anyone who bothers you," Hawk a.s.sured me as he placed the tumbler of Crown and c.o.ke on my tray. "You know what, wait a minute..." He bent behind the bar top and moved a few things around before standing again. "Here. Strap this to your leg. Use it whenever you feel the need to protect yourself."

He handed over a short metal rod, and when I took it I realized it was slightly heavier than I was expecting. There was a small b.u.t.ton in the middle and I pushed it, curious as to what it would do. The rod extended, turning into a long baton. "Holy f.u.c.k! That will knock some sense into these d.i.c.kheads."

Hawk chuckled. "Yeah. Raven used to carry it around with her when she first started working here. Keep it on you, Willa. But seriously, if anyone bothers you let one of us know. I'd rather have to have words with someone than have to let Bash kill them."

With a sigh, I gave in. "Fine." Picking up the tray, I gave him another smile. "Thanks for the new toy."

"Use it if you have to." He went and picked up a rag and started wiping down the bar top as I walked away to give the drink to the biker sitting near the Original's booth with a few other regulars.

"Yo, sweetness. Another round back here."

I cringed at the man's voice and gritted my teeth as I went to get five more long necked, brown bottles of beer. As I lifted the tray the door opened and Bash walked in with Spider and two of the Originals. Uncle Jack, as everyone tended to call him, along with the one who everyone called Razor-Spider's uncle. Razor wasn't anything like I had expected. When I had first pictured Spider's uncle, I'd seen him as more like Spider. Instead Razor was shorter by at least six inches, leaner and with an easy smile. But as nice as he had seemed to me, I'd also seen some of the Angel's Halo members walking carefully around the man. I'd learned that next to Uncle Jack, Razor was the one you didn't want to p.i.s.s off. Ever.

"Hey, Willa. A round of beers and a bottle of Jameson when you get the chance," Bash called over as he followed the others to the Original's booth.

"Tell Hawk," I shot back as I headed toward the pool tables. "I'm busy."

"I said when you get the chance, woman. Don't hurt yourself on that sharp b.i.t.c.h blade you're carrying around." I shot him a glare and he gave me a smirk that had me rolling my eyes.

"What crawled up her a.s.s?" Razor said with amus.e.m.e.nt lacing his tone. "You been messing with the girl again, Spiderman?"

"Not yet," I heard Spider a.s.sure his uncle, causing the other three men to laugh and me to nearly drop my tray loaded with the beers at the 'yet'. How f.u.c.ked up was it that I was looking forward to 'yet'? I was such a m.a.s.o.c.h.i.s.t when it came to that d.a.m.n man.

Ever since Raven had run away we had called a kind of truce and had been getting along pretty good. By that, I meant that we hadn't been slinging insults at each other and I hadn't had daydreams of cutting his d.i.c.k off and shoving it down his d.a.m.n throat. Then there was that near kiss that had left me wetter than I'd been in a long, long time and aching for days.

I wasn't going to think about that right now. Not when I still had a few hours of walking around with drenched panties, which just wasn't comfortable at all.

By the time I reached the pool table where the five bikers were playing, they were getting rowdy. The guy who had pinched me earlier seemed to be their leader, the one the other four looked to for guidance on how they should act. He was c.o.c.kier than the others, and honestly not all that horrible to look at with his scruffy beard and lean build. His nose, on the other hand, had obviously been broken a few times. Unlike Spider's broken nose, which gave him more s.e.x appeal, this guy's gave his face a hooked kind of appearance.

I set the tray down on the pool table beside the one they were playing on and started handing out the beers. Hooked nose was the last to take his and as he reached out for it caught hold of my wrist in an almost bruising grip. I wasn't able to hide my grimace and he sneered at my small sign of pain. "How about that d.i.c.k sucking now, sweetness."

Bile rose and I reached for the baton that I had strapped to my thigh before coming back here. Before I could grasp it he caught my other hand and pulled me roughly against him. The smell of his breath made me actually gag as the mixture of beer and smoke invaded my nose. Those two scents mixed together were not s.e.xy at all.

He was hurting my wrists and I tried not to whimper as he backed me toward one of the other pool tables. The smirk on his face along with the pain he was inflicting was p.i.s.sing me off and my knee came up before he could guess at my intentions, clipping him right in the b.a.l.l.s. The biker bent in half with pain, but didn't release his hold on me. His four friends boxed me in and I knew I was in trouble. They weren't happy that I was ruining their fun.

I opened my mouth to scream for help. I intended to scream for Hawk, or even Bash, but neither were the name that left my lips. "SPIDER!"

The sound of a chair's legs sc.r.a.pping over hard wood flooring didn't seem to make the five men worry. A few of them laughed that I had screamed for Spider. Did they think that he wouldn't help me? Even though we had our problems, Spider keeping me safe had never been something I would have questioned. He was a good man-when he kept his d.i.c.k out of other p.u.s.s.ies.

"Spider only takes care of one female, sweetness. Raven ain't around tonight," the one to my left informed me as he reached out to touch my hair.

"Motherf.u.c.kers." The roar made all five of their heads snap around, even the hooked nose leader who was still trying to suck in a deep breath. "Get your hands off my girl."

Their jaws dropped and four of the five jumped back from me as if I'd suddenly been diagnosed with some kind of contagious zombie infection. "We didn't know, man," one man said, but he was ignored as Spider walked toward the hooked nose biker who still had his hands wrapped around mine.

Still in obvious pain from my direct hit to his favorite appendage, the hooked nose man straightened to his full height, not backing down from Spider. I gulped as I got a closer look at the man storming forward. The bull ring in his nose quivered with every exhale, his black eyes like some monster's in a science fiction show as they obliterated the man who was hurting me, making the term 'if looks could kill' something to worry about. His entire body was flexing, six feet six inches of pure male perfection on a mission to eviscerate the danger to his woman.

I bit my lip as the words 'his woman' repeated in my head over and over again before shaking that crazy thought away. I wasn't his woman. That was a crazy road to drive down again. A road that would only lead to my heart being broken all over again.

"Let her go. Now." Spider's voice, normally raspy by nature, was almost demonic sounding as he stopped mere inches from the man holding me captive.

A movement behind Spider caught my attention and I found Hawk, Bash and the two Originals flanking their enforcer. The other bikers who had been in the bar were filling the doorway behind their MC officials. It was obvious from the look on Bash's face that he knew he wasn't going to be needed, but wanted to watch the show while making it plain to everyone present that he would always stand behind his enforcer. His best friend.

"First I heard she was your woman," the hooked nose biker got out in a stronger voice than I would have given him credit for, seeing as he was still wheezing for oxygen after the damage done to his b.a.l.l.s. "Closest I'd ever seen you with a woman was Raven Hannigan and since Bash came sniffing back around it looks like you missed your chance to tap that."

I heard Bash growl something violent but that didn't scare me nearly as badly as the look that entered Spider's black eyes. Oh s.h.i.+t. I knew that Spider and Raven were close. As in brother-and-sister close. Best-friends-for-f.u.c.king-ever close. Without taking his eyes off the other man's face, Spider reached out and gripped the man's right hand. He screamed as the enforcer bent his wrist back so quickly that he dropped my hands just as I heard bone breaking.

Moving quickly now that I was free, I stumbled back against the pool table before Spider threw the first punch that landed the hooked nosed biker on the floor, his nose once again broken and spurting blood as he lay on the floor unconscious. Two kicks to the man's ribs startled him awake. Spider crouched down beside him and wrapped his hand around the man's windpipe. "A few rules you should know, Murphy, since you're new to the area and all." He tightened his hold and Murphy struggled as he tried to push Spider's hand away. "Rule number one... If you can't touch Raven Hannigan, that sure as f.u.c.k means you can't talk about her in any way. Understand?" Murphy, turning purple in the face, quickly nodded. "Rule number two... We're going to extend the 'no one touches Raven Hannigan' law to Willa as well. I catch you or any other f.u.c.ker so much as looking like you're going to touch her, I'll slaughter you. Clear?"

Spider didn't let Murphy answer before he released him. Standing, he kicked the man on the floor in the ribs again before turning to face me. As soon as his eyes met mine some of the rage seemed to dim in his eyes and he reached for me. I fell into his arms and breathed in his scent as his arms tightened around me. "You okay?" he asked low enough so that only I could hear the question.

All I could do was nod. My heart was racing with a mixture of lingering fear of Murphy and his friends as well as l.u.s.t starting to consume me. Vaguely I heard Bash ordering some of the others to get Murphy out of the bar-he was going to deal with the man himself later in the week apparently. Spider's big hands were rubbing up and down my back, warming me up and bringing my entire body to life under his touch.

Spider My rage was slowly fading. The feel of Willa in my arms was enough to calm me down for the most part. The scent of her hair was helping. The way she was s.h.i.+vering at my touch was making my blood start to boil for an entirely different reason.

I heard Bash getting everyone toward the front of the bar and knew we would be alone soon. I wasn't sure if it was because he was p.i.s.sed off at Murphy himself or if he wanted to give Willa and me some privacy. I didn't care one way or another. All I knew was that no one would see us in a minute and I was about to f.u.c.k Willa against the closest wall.

That's the way it had always been with us. The smallest spark and we would be insatiable for each other. Clothes would get ripped off, things would get broken, in our rush to become part of each other. I was surprised I had lasted this long, but I hadn't had her in my arms until now. Hadn't had the scent that was so uniquely her invading my every sense, making my d.i.c.k hard and straining against the confines of my zipper.

Pressing a kiss to the top of her head, I glanced around and saw that we were completely alone back here now. Lifting her effortlessly, I moved until she was pinned against the closest wall. Her legs wrapped around my waist and I lowered my head, devouring her lips before she could protest my kiss. At the first touch of my mouth on hers she stiffened, her hands pus.h.i.+ng against my chest. Flicking my tongue over her bottom lip caused her to gasp and I thrust deep, putting an end to all protests as she started kissing me back.

I didn't remember how I got her jeans down, was barely thinking before I was ripping her panties off. Without bothering with getting my own jeans down, I freed my d.i.c.k and pushed into her in one long, deep thrust. She made a whimpering noise that I greedily swallowed as I masked my own roar of relief at how tight she was. She was just as tight as I remembered. Just as hot and wet for me. I didn't move again until her nails started raking down my back, wordlessly urging me on as I continued to drink up her kisses.

Finally I ended the kiss and pulled out a few inches. Her eyes were on fire and I watched as they nearly rolled back in her head as I thrust forward hard. Even, white teeth bit into her bottom lip to keep her cries of pleasure at bay. It was also the sign I was hoping for. The one that always told me she was close. Increasing my pace Willa's hands left my shoulders to rub over my smooth head and I became lost. Her soft touch on my sensitive skin was my undoing and I began thrusting hard and fast, just as she knew I would.

Willa buried her face in my chest, trying to m.u.f.fle her screams as her inner muscles started to clench around my c.o.c.k. I stopped. Went completely still inside of her as her release started building. The feel of her heat convulsing around me was going to take me right over the edge into a wonderland only this woman had ever taken me to.

In the next moment I saw stars and had to lock my knees so that I wouldn't fall and drop her in the process. It had never been this good. Never. Not before Willa and certainly not after. The few women I'd had in the last four years had been few and far between. All of them just a means to an end, to get me off so that I could try and get Willa out of my head. It had never worked and I had finally given up. The guilt I had felt after each encounter left me feeling as if I had committed adultery, eating me alive for weeks afterwards.

Gasping, trying to catch my breath, I finally raised my head to look down at her. She was struggling to get air as much as I was. Part of me was terrified that she was going to look at me with hate and disgust as she had when she first came to Creswell Springs. I deserved her disgust with the way I was unable to control myself when it came to her.

Instead of the disgust or even the hate, I was surprised to find her smiling. I blinked, thinking I was dreaming. "Hi," she whispered, her head falling back against the wall behind her.

"Hey." I took a chance and kissed the tip of her nose. "You okay?"

"My memory is really bad. I'd forgotten how good it really was with us." She bit her lip again, making my d.i.c.k hard all over again. As I was still inside of her she felt it and her legs tightened around my waist, encouraging me to take her again. The thought alone held promises, but I couldn't do that to her twice. Anyone could walk back here and see us like this. See her like this. I'd already beat the s.h.i.+t out of one f.u.c.ker. I didn't want to have to do it again.

"Let's get out of here." I kissed her chin, her cheeks, and then her forehead. "Go back to my place."

Her eyes clouded over and she hesitated, as if thinking of a reason not to leave with me. After a long moment in which I held my breath until she gave me her answer, Willa finally nodded. "Okay... But this doesn't mean anything, Spider. It's just s.e.x."

My jaw clenched and I gritted my teeth. This wasn't just s.e.x. It was so much more. Maybe even more than it had been back in Vegas four years ago. Still, I wasn't going to argue with her right here and now. There was plenty of time to change her mind. To tell her the truth about that last night in Vegas.

To tell her what I should have told her that night so many years ago. That I loved her.

After helping her pull her jeans back up and then finding the destroyed panties I had torn off of her, I grabbed her hand and tugged her out the emergency exit. Everyone in the bar knew what we had been doing back here, and if by some miracle they didn't then they would as soon as they saw Willa's face. Her ponytail was falling, her face flushed, her eyes at half-mast from her o.r.g.a.s.m.

When we got to my bike her face lit up when I handed her my helmet. In Vegas she had told me countless times she wanted to ride with me. We had never gotten the chance; something I had always regretted. I'd wanted the feel of her riding behind me. I'd wanted to have that memory. Now I would.

Getting on, I started my hog before offering my hand to help her on behind me. When her hands wrapped around my waist I closed my eyes, savoring this moment for a few seconds. My d.i.c.k grew harder and I grinned, wondering how quickly I could get us back to my place without killing us in the process.

Chapter 12.

Willa The vibrating of the bike was doing things to my already sensitized body. Pressed up against Spider's back wasn't helping. My heart was racing with a mixture of adrenaline, excitement, and pure, raw l.u.s.t. I'd always wanted to ride with Spider and no one else. Never once had I wondered what it would be like to ride behind Bash. Not even for a second had I thought about even asking my father to take me for a ride on his own hog.

Only with Spider.

Now that I was getting what I'd always fantasized about, I was finding it harder to control myself than I'd imagined. My hands tightened around his lean waist as I pushed my face into his back, inhaling the night air mixed with one hundred percent all male. I felt his growl more than heard it and it made the jeans he had helped me fix less than five minutes ago soaking wet.

The bike increased in speed and I tossed my head back, enjoying the ride wholeheartedly. I felt free. Alive.

Moments later the bike slowed and then Spider was stopping altogether. I glanced up at the apartment building. It had once been a motel, and while the bottom floor still was, the top had been converted. It wasn't disgusting to look at, but I could tell that some dangerous people probably lived here. I was clinging to the most dangerous of them all...

Offering me his hand, Spider helped me off the bike before getting off himself. I didn't have time to start for the stairs before he grabbed me around the waist and tossed me over his shoulder. A squeal escaped me and I laughed as he took the stairs to the second floor three at a time. When he stopped in front of the corner apartment Spider paused long enough to unlock his door before carrying me inside.

Four large steps later and I was being tossed onto the bed, long artistic fingers already working on the top b.u.t.ton of my jeans. My c.l.i.t throbbed at the promise that the only man who it had ever wanted touching, sucking, biting it was going to do just that and soon. When the zipper got stuck Spider growled like the demon he had turned into and jerked until the zipper broke. Less than a second later the jeans went flying over his shoulder.

Lying there, spread wide for the only man to ever see me like this, my thighs trembled in antic.i.p.ation. I knew the pleasure that was about to consume us both and I would be lying if I said I wasn't terrified of how that made me feel. f.u.c.k. My heart wasn't supposed to melt at the sight of him eating me up with his eyes. He shouldn't be this gentle with me as he skimmed a hand down each thigh, kissing the top of my stomach as if he cherished me. Those weren't things that you felt or did when it was just about s.e.x. That's what you did when you cared. When you loved...

I sat up, determined to block that stupid voice in the back of my head that kept whispering that I was still in love with Spider Masterson. He didn't protest as I pushed him back onto the bed and straddled his waist. I wasn't gentle as I started on his belt, yanking it free before snapping it together, causing his d.i.c.k to jerk through his jeans in excitement. I couldn't help but smirk. "What time do you have to be at work tomorrow?"

"f.u.c.k work. I'm not going. After tonight I'll either be dead from making love to you all night or still insatiable and buried deep inside of you." His hands gripped my hips, forcing me to grind into his hardness. Moaning, I started on his zipper, slowly pulling it down so I didn't catch him with it.

I pulled ten inches of male perfection free and my mouth instantly started to water. Licking my lips I moved down Spider's huge body until I could lower my head. He seemed to stop breathing as my tongue snuck out to taste the pre-c.u.m already glistening at the tip. A mixture of his unique flavor along with my own from our earlier encounter blasted my taste buds awake. It was erotic, tasting myself on his d.i.c.k. I took him fully into my mouth, sucking away all traces that he had been buried deep inside of me half an hour ago.

Spider pulled my hair free from its ponytail and wrapped it around his wrist, holding me captive. He didn't have to worry. I was having far too much fun sucking on him. He stretched my mouth to the point of near pain, the tip bouncing off the back of my throat as I refused to take all of him. Yet. As soon as I took him deeper he would be lost and I wanted to prolong this as long as possible.

"Your mouth is perfect," he groaned. "f.u.c.k, Willa. Ah... f.u.c.k."

I slowed my pace, using my free hand to stroke him as I tongued the very tip. The hand holding my hair tightened, silently begging me for more. Grinning wickedly, I bit into the flesh just under the mushroomed head, making Spider jerk in surprise and growl in approval. He loved it when I was rough with his d.i.c.k. Loved when I raked my nails down his inner thighs as I licked his long shaft before taking his b.a.l.l.s into my mouth.

"Willa... I'm close." Spider released my hair, his hands reaching for me. "Let me inside of you again, baby. Let me feel you come all over me." He pulled me across his chest, his lips seeking mine. For a moment I avoided his lips, making him work for my kiss. His growl should have scared me, but instead it made my pa.s.sion drip down my thighs in thick rivers.

His s.h.i.+rt was still on along with his cut and his jeans were barely open, but I didn't care. When he lifted my hips and pushed me down onto his long, thick erection I cried out, "James," instead of Spider as I should have. Spider was the 'only s.e.x' man. James... James was so much more to me. His lips found mine, thrusting his tongue deep as he speared me with his enormous c.o.c.k over and over again. My hips took on a will of their own as I rode him fast and hard and he met me every time.

The bed was shaking as it pounded into the wall over and over again. I wasn't sure if his neighbors were home, but if they were they were getting a very good show. My cries filled the air, his name a litany on my tongue as I begged him for more. "James... Please... Oh G.o.d, I'm so close."

He flipped us so that I was on my back before I could draw my next breath, his big hands cupping my a.s.s as he thrust his hips jackhammer fast. My climax hit so fast that I thought I was going to pa.s.s out from the pleasure as Spider shot me to the stars. My nails bit into his biceps, anchoring me to earth as I felt him stiffen above me seconds before he was shouting my name.

Spider fell across me, his breathing coming in quick, sharp gasps while he buried his face in my neck. I was fighting for air myself, rubbing my fingertips down his sweat drenched back. My eyes grew heavy, my body now depleted from our love making. As sleep started to consume me I realized that even though I didn't want it, that I was scared-terrified-I was in love with Spider Masterson.

The pounding on the door made me jerk awake. The monster of a man beside me groaned and rolled over, his arms wrapping around me tightly as he buried his face in my neck. A second later he started snoring. I smiled and turned my head to kiss his temple before settling down to go back to sleep.

The pounding came again. "Spider! I know you're in there. Open the f.u.c.king door."

Raven's voice calling through the door had both of us opening our eyes. With a curse Spider jumped out of bed and reached for a pair of boxers. I didn't even have time to appreciate the sight of the man's fine a.s.s before he was jerking the door open. "Hey, what's wrong?" His tone was soft-the tone he used when he was talking to Raven or Lexa. A week ago it had made me jealous. For some unexplainable reason, that wasn't the case this morning.

She pushed past Spider and stepped into the apartment. Olive-jade green eyes zeroed in on me and I froze up wondering what the f.u.c.k I'd done to her now before she grinned. "Good to see that you're still alive. Lexa was starting to get worried. I promised her that I would check on you today."

A blush filled my cheeks and I pulled the sheets closer to my chest as I sat up. I should have known that Lexa would start to worry if I didn't come home when I was supposed to. When I hadn't come home for three days, then I was sure that she would be freaking out a little. She didn't have me to snuggle up to at night in the bed we shared, or to kick in the ribs a million times as she tossed and turned and hogged the bed all night long.

For three days Spider and I hadn't left his apartment. We'd barely slept during that time, only daring to order pizza and drinks to keep us going as we tried to consume one another. Maybe we should have spent the last three days doing something productive, like talking, but relearning each other's bodies seemed the better option. It sure as h.e.l.l had been the more fun option.

When I didn't say anything, Raven turned her grin on Spider. "I hate to disturb the s.e.x feast and all, but when I told Bash I was stopping by to see if you were still alive he said he had some business he needed to discuss with you. Something about a guy named Samson and not to let Hawk know anything."

Spider let loose a few more curse words before stomping into the bathroom without another word. I grimaced, wis.h.i.+ng he would have at least kissed me before switching into MC enforcer. That was Spider though. Public shows of affection, no matter how big the crowd, weren't Spider's style. He was too private of a person. Still, a simple peck on the cheek would have gone a long way just then.

It looked like our time together had come to an end. At least for the moment. Needing a shower, but figuring I would just take one when I got home, I stood with the sheet still wrapped around me. Going to the dresser I found a pair of Spider's boxers and slipped them on before grabbing one of his T-s.h.i.+rts. With reluctance I pulled on my dirty jeans before turning to face Raven again.

She was just sitting on the edge of the spare bed watching me intently. "What?" I asked as I finger-combed some of the tangles from my hair. Raven took a hair tie from her wrist and offered it to me.

"I'm actually starting to think you and I could make it as friends." She nodded her head as if making the decision. "Yeah, we could." Her eyes turned frosty and she stood. "But if you hurt him, I will make you bleed. Clear?"

I rolled my eyes at her. If I kept doing that I was going to get my eyes stuck for sure. But that was all I seemed to do any more. "Clear, Raven."

The frost melted and she was grinning again. It was scary as h.e.l.l to watch her turn her emotions around like that so quickly, and I didn't think it was because of the pregnancy hormones that she was able to do it. Growing up in a house full of tough bikers probably made her learn to do it fast. "Good. Wanna ride home? Colt is watching Lexa for me, so I need to get back as soon as possible."

With a lingering look at the closed bathroom door, I nodded and followed Raven outside. If I stuck around I'd be tempted to talk Spider into another round of the hottest s.e.x we had ever had, which would mean Spider would get in trouble with Bash and I would miss work tonight. One round was never enough. I wasn't sure it was ever going to be enough. "Why isn't Gracie watching her?"

"She's got some interview over at the university. It's the last one before they send out the acceptance letters into their law school. I don't understand any of that s.h.i.+t. I mean she's had two interviews already, gotten exceptional scores on her LSATs, and is smart as h.e.l.l. They should be begging her to join their law school instead of putting her through all this stress of getting into the f.u.c.king school." She opened the driver's side door to the Challenger and got in. When I joined her in the pa.s.senger seat she started up the car but didn't back out of the parking spot right away. Instead she sniffed and made a face. "Really, Willa? Did you guys not shower at all over the last three days?"

I sniffed the air and frowned. "I don't smell anything. It's not me."

"I smell s.e.x all over you." Raven pushed a b.u.t.ton on her door, making both our windows roll down.

"Seriously, it must be the baby making your sense of smell crazy because I can't smell anything. Besides, we showered like six times..." My body heated up at the memories of all six times we had showered. Sure we had gotten clean, but we had gotten very, very dirty in that shower too. With the fear of my father finding out no longer hanging over our heads, Spider hadn't held back about making me scream with all the different ways he could pleasure me.

Raven let out a snort and finally put the car in reverse. "Do you always blush like that? It's kind of cute."

Chapter 13.