Page 74 of Broken Halo
Fallen-Fucking-Angel
Never stop falling in love. Keep falling and falling and falling. It does the heart good.
Ellie
“But you left, and when I tried to reach out and explain, you cut me off.”
His arms constrict and pull me in tighter, my ass tucked to his cock that I can feel growing thicker by the moment.
“Stop,” he clips and his hand on my back slides into my hair. “I’ve only known for a few days. Your sister dropped some big-ass hints then left me hanging. I was forced to go looking for information on my own and learned everything from that crooked sheriff who followed your dad around like a pathetic, balding, overweight puppy. That was a couple days ago.”
I feel my jaw go slack and whisper, “That’s the reason for the change toward me?”
He shakes his head and puts his hands to my face. “I cut you off. All I had to do was take your call—read one fucking text.” Anger emanates from every pore of his body but not toward me. I feel it, his rage, laced with hurt and desperation. “They backed you into a corner and then I turned my back on you. Baby,” he breathes, his despair reminding me of how it felt when he blocked me from his life. “You did nothing wrong and I’m the one who’s sorry. I have no excuse for what I did besides being young, stupid, and a fucking mess after I thought you turned on me. I could’ve changed the course of us.”
He doesn’t allow me any space—to move or run away. He holds me tight and forces me to look into his blue, determined eyes.
His voice turns pained. “I did everything I could to try to move on from you. Every fucking thing. Am I proud of it? No. But at the time, I thought you threw me to the wolves. I’m not going to lie, angel. It fucking hurt and I was willing to do anything to get you out of my heart.”
I shake my head and my damn tears return in full force. “I don’t have it in me to deal with this. It’s too overwhelming. What happened yesterday in your office shouldn’t have happened.”
Trig’s hands tense ever so slightly on my face, his eyes dropping to my lips. I feel his chest moving with deep breaths as he studies me but he says nothing.
“This isn’t a good idea,” I whisper because, even after all this time, it kills me to hurt him in any way.
But instead of pushing me off his lap, walking out of my house and taking his mother’s memories with him, he does the very opposite.
He pulls my mouth to his and I fist his soft shirt at his shoulders. His lips move on mine in a way that reminds me of the first time he kissed me below a live oak on my parents’ property. It was right after he told me to get back on my horse and ride home. His exact words were…
“Do what teenage girls do best—go play with your makeup and gossip with your friends.”
I call him on his bullshit. “You’re just scared of my daddy.”
“You have no clue who you’re playing with, Montgomery. Don’t egg me on.”
We’ve been circling each other for what seems like forever. I’m becoming brave and know what I want—I’m old enough to know when a boy is interested in me.
But Trig isn’t a boy. He’s a man and nothing like the guys at school who fight for my attention. He’s played it cool, like he hasn’t noticed me and, now, treats me like I’m an annoyance he has no time for.
I shake my head. “Nope, you’re scared. I bet you don’t even have the nerve to kiss me.”
I know I’m playing with fire. I’ve spent hours watching him work our ranch with the other hands. Trig Barrett will take any dare laid at his feet.
I’m right.
Because one moment he’s standing five feet from me and the next, I’m backed up against a tree realizing I only thought I’d been kissed before. In reality, I had no clue what it was like to have someone touch me—consume me.
When Trig finally lets me up for air, my legs are wrapped around his waist and one of his big hands is kneading my ass cheek peeking out of my short-shorts. My lips are bruised and I’m pretty sure my tank ripped from the bark of the tree.
“You’re like a fallen-fucking-angel, sent from the devil himself just to tempt me, aren’t you, little girl?”
I’m so happy, all I can do is smile.
He shakes his head and warns, “I never turn down a dare—don’t do that shit again.”
I lick my lips. “Good to know, cowboy. I’ll be back tomorrow.”
Just like then, Trig doesn’t just consume my lips, he consumes me. He twists me and my back is to the sofa, only this time, it’s not because I dared him. I’m not some stupid dreamy girl whose only concern in the world is gaining the attention of the older hot guy she can’t stop thinking about. And Trig was so hot, he could scorch the blazing Texas sky fiercer than any fiery star. Only Trig could make me feel the things I did back then.
