Page 25 of His Relentless Angel

“Stop staring at another man’s dick, angel,” James grumbles, eyes averted away from me.

Isaiah leaps from the bed and pulls me against his chest, hiding his naked dick behind me and pressing it against my lower back. He lifts the comforter up to my shoulders so we’re both fully covered.

“Sorry! I couldn’t not look. It was right there,” Shayla whispers, her cheeks pinkening.

“Oh my god. Get out!” I shout at everyone shrilly, and Mom, thankfully, backs away.

James grabs Shayla’s elbow and leads her out first. The last thing we hear before the door closes behind them is James telling her, “I’ve got something you can look at.”

Shayla giggles, and Autumn looks green in the face. “God, those two fuck like rabbits. Gross.”

“Out!” Mom tells her, pointing at the door.

Autumn grins at me. “Nice going, sis.”

“Now!” Mom and I shout at the same time.

“Double jinx,” Autumn says, rolling her eyes before finally slinking off, laughing down the hallway.

When it’s just the three of us left, Mom crosses her arms and paces the room. When she stops and spins toward us, she asks Isaiah, “Have you been bullshittin’ us all this time? Going behind our backs and messing with my daughter?”

“No, I promise,” Isaiah says. Though I can’t see him behind me, I hear the seriousness in his voice and without a hint of guilt like I half expected. I thought maybe the reality of the situation would have caught up to him and made him regret being with me despite the promise he made. He wraps his arm around my waist, pinning my body to his. “Last night was the first time we were together.”

Considering what we did on the couch, it’s not technically the truth, but it’s the first time he was aware of what he was doing. I’m glad he lied, though, or Mom would be even more upset if she found out what really happened on my birthday.

Isaiah’s reassurance doesn’t ease her anger, though. If anything, she looks even more pissed, which I don’t quite understand. Mom shifts her gaze away and sighs. “I hope to god you’re telling me the truth.” She paces a few more times, and I shift on my feet, highly aware of and uncomfortable with the fact that Isaiah and I are naked and his dick is still half-hard. “Ok, here’s what we’re going to do. First, shower and get dressed. The room stinks.” Mom wrinkles her nose, and I’m sure my face flames bright red, knowing that the room must stink like sex and sweat. “I’m going to pack your things while you do that, and then we’re going to come up with a plan.”

“A plan for what?” I ask uneasily.

“How we’re going to hide this from your father.”

My eyes widen, and I shrink back into Isaiah. “I don’t want to hide. We’re together.” I slowly look over my shoulder at Isaiah since he’s remained silent. “Aren’t we?”

He tips my chin up and leans down to place a soft kiss on my lips. “We are.”

I breathe out a sigh of relief, even as my heart beats faster and his dick twitches between us.

“Stop that!” Mom chides, snapping her fingers to get our attention. “Shower. Now.” Mom turns her back so Isaiah and I can inch past her toward the bathroom. “Not together!”

“But—”

“We don’t have time for this. Your father will be back any minute, and the last thing I want is for him to catch Isaiah in the shower with you.” She waves her hand at the man in question. “I’ll step out in the hallway and give you exactly five seconds to get dressed and get lost.”

“Miranda, I’m not leaving Bailey again.”

“I love you, Isaiah, but so help me, god, if you don’t leave right now…” Mom has always been a pretty laid-back woman, going with the flow, while Dad is typically the bull, leading the charge. Yet her unfinished threat has us both backing away. “Five seconds.” Mom steps out of my room into the hallway, and Isaiah spins me in his arms.

“I don’t want you to leave,” I tell him, already missing him.

“I don’t want to either, baby.” He sighs after giving me a lengthy kiss and backing me toward the bathroom. Once inside, he turns the shower on, then tugs away the comforter and lifts me onto the counter, stepping between my thighs. Just like that, I’m wet and have forgotten all about Mom as I arch my back and roll my hips against him. The second his dick makes contact with my pussy, I flinch.

“Shit, B.” Isaiah jerks his hips back. “I was too rough with you last night. I’m sorry.”

“I don’t care. I want you before I have to leave you.” I lower my hands around his back to his ass to pull him closer.

Isaiah shakes his head and cups my cheek. “Tonight.” I raise my brows in question. “I don’t know what Miranda’s plan is, but mine is to come home. After last night…I’m not sleeping without you again.”

“You really mean that?”

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