Page 24 of His Relentless Angel

“Yes! If I’d been awake, I never—” I stop myself from saying, I never would have done that because I’m not sure if it would be a lie.

“You said my name.”

“That’s because I was dreaming of you. Couldn’t get you out of my head.” Lowering my voice, I cup her cheek and press a soft kiss to her lips. “Still can’t. Been dreaming of you every single night and hating myself for it.”

“I don’t want you to hate yourself. I love you.” She drops her gaze, brows dipping with pain. She thinks I don’t—

“I love you, Bailey,” I say with a rush, watching tears gather in her silvery lakes. If I pressed my hand to her heart, I bet it would be beating as fast as mine. I’ve never said I love you to another woman other than those in my family. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” I chant as I roll fully on top of her and between her legs that she spreads to fit my hips. I know she’s hurting, but we both need this. I stroke my cock until it’s fully hard again, then slowly push inside her. “I’ve loved you for years, angel.”

She winces, though she forces her body to relax, and I take her slower than the first time. I kiss across her jaw and whisper a truth I’ve never wanted to face before. It has her sucking in a breath and clinging to me with all her might, smiling through tears of joy while her pussy tightens around me, forcing me to orgasm quicker than should be possible after already cumming twice.

I was made for you.

Chapter 12

Bailey

I jerk upright, the comforter falling away from my chest, when someone pounds on my hotel room door impatiently.

Dad shouts, “Time to get up. We’re supposed to be on the road in thirty minutes.”

The pounding resumes, and I fly out of bed, yelping when I land on my knees on the floor. Isaiah jackknifes in bed, and I shoot him a wild look.

“Bailey! Are you hurt? Open the door.” Dad knocks harder.

“What do I do?” I hiss under my breath, grabbing onto the bed so I can stand. My thighs and hips ache like the devil.

Isaiah grabs his glasses that I had taken off of him in his sleep and set aside on the nightstand beside the table lamp. As soon as he puts them on, his lips part with a rush of air. He presses a hand to his dick, now tenting the comforter, eyes trailing from my face down to my breasts, where my nipples harden in the cool A/C, and between my thighs that smart every time they rub together.

“Damn, baby. I want to see you just like that every morning.”

“Not helpful!” I hiss, though the first stirrings of desire make my core clench.

The knocking ceases, and Dad tells someone, “Her phone’s location says she’s here. I don’t know why she’s not answering the door.” Ugh, I forgot I’d shared my location with him when Autumn and I went tubing on the river last summer.

A feminine voice says, “Here, I’ve got her spare key card.” The lock beeps.

“No! Don’t come in!” I’ve just pulled the corner of the comforter up to cover most of my front when Mom rounds the corner, past the en suite bathroom, and drops her jaw with a high-pitched gasp.

Mom snaps her head to the side and disappears around the corner. “No, Sherman! Out, out, out!”

“What? What’s wrong?” Dad questions with rising panic. “What’s going on? Is she hurt?”

Instead of fully ratting me out, Mom says, “She’s not dressed yet. How about you start loading up the car while I help her pack real quick?”

“Fine,” Dad says grumpily after a beat.

Before I can relax and thank Mom for pushing him out before he discovered Isaiah naked and in my bed, Shayla, Autumn, and James spill into the room, all in various stages of shock.

Autumn claps her hands together loudly, laughing like a maniac, and I want to smack her. “I knew it!” And I know she’s the one who must have had the spare key card.

Mom fixes her gaze on Isaiah and jams her finger toward him before circling the bed. “You’ve got some explaining to do.”

“Mom, no—” I sprint around in front of her to stop her advance, pulling the comforter with me…which means I’ve also pulled the comforter off of Isaiah.

“Jesus Christ,” Autumn and Shayla exclaim at the same time with huge eyes, their jaws falling open. I’m pretty sure they’re both staring at Isaiah’s lap.

“Jinx,” Autumn says. “You owe me a Coke.”

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