Page 3 of Angel

Both of their guns, though, were placed carefully side by side on the counter.

He loved Angel’s style and her self-assurance. She didn’t dress masculine or feminine but instead always wore outfits for convenience. The shirt he was desperately trying to get off of her was black with a yellow sun wearing sunglasses that said Girls Just Want to Have Sun. Underneath was a black sports bra.

Fuck, Cage’s mouth watered at the sight of her tits when he finally wrestled the tight material over her head. He took one pert nipple into his mouth. Angel wound her fingers through his dirty blonde hair, moaning.

He pushed and she pushed right back. Cage loved her strength and, even more, that he didn’t need to hold back. The last word anyone would use to describe Angel would be fragile.

They broke apart long enough for Angel to pull Cage’s shirt off. She’d seen him shirtless plenty of times, having done most of his after-service ink, including the large VDMC logo that covered his back.

She undid his belt and button of his jeans. Realizing he still had his boots on, Cage had to step back from her to undo the laces enough to toe them off. He took advantage of the space and took everything remaining on him off. Though he did pause to take a condom out of his wallet before throwing that onto the counter next to their guns.

Angel hopped off the counter. “Turn on the shower. Since I smell so badly.”

Cage grinned widely. He wanted to watch her undress, but he also knew they had to hurry this along. Bree was not completely unguarded. Bear and Scar were around the hospital. Still, they shouldn’t leave her alone for long.

The shower was a walk-in with bars. While the water wasn’t the hottest, the pressure was great. He placed the condom wrapper on the soap tray. Generic shampoo and body wash dispensers were attached to the wall.

He turned to see an equally naked Angel walking towards him. She placed two white towels on the closed toilet lid.

Cage wasn’t sure why he was surprised to see that Angel was completely shaven. Her bare pussy called to him like a beacon. He wanted to get on his knees and devour her—but they didn’t have the time.

Angel put her hand flat on his chest and pushed him backwards under the water. He smiled, took hold of her wrist, and brought her under the spray with him. Their lips collided.

“Fuck, sweetness, I need inside you.”

Cage spun them and pinned her up against the wall that had a vertical grab bar. His fingers slipped between her bare folds to find her clit as his mouth once more latched onto her nipple. They needed to be quick, but he was not risking hurting her. He wasn’t exactly small.

Angel writhed and shook against the polymer wall. She had one hand gripping the grab bar and the other twisted in his hair.

Her orgasm barely took her when Cage frantically shifted position to get inside her. He had his cock notched at her entrance, but she suddenly gasped out, “Condom!”

Right. Fuck. Cage had to shake his head to clear his lust filled thoughts. What the fuck had he been thinking? He’d never not used a condom before. His need for Angel wiped all logical thought from his brain.

He tore open the foil wrapper with such haste that he nearly dropped the latex roll. Angel grabbed it and then his cock. A tremor nearly had him coming at just the touch of her hand. Fuck, he needed to get his head in the game.

As soon as the condom was rolled down his dick, he pinned Angel against the wall again. He claimed her mouth and drove inside her in the same moment. He swallowed Angel’s gasp, her inner walls gripping him like a vise.

The heat and the feel of her around him nearly had him coming like a teen watching his first porno. She felt too good, too—Cage stopped that train of thought. It was far too soon to be thinking of Angel as anything more. No matter how much he craved the idea.

It was quick and fast. They were both coming too soon under the hot spray of water. Angel shuddered against him, her nails digging into his tattooed back. He held onto her tightly and, even knowing he shouldn’t, wondered if this was their first moment of forever.

They dried off and dressed in silence. A quick peek into the room showed Bree was still sleeping soundlessly. She hadn’t noticed a thing. Which was very good.

Angel was not one for games. She was adopting a teenage girl who had been through hell. She did not need a man to complicate her life—either of their lives. Moreover, she did not need Cage to complicate her life.

She knew what was coming and she also knew the score. She was just another notch on his bedpost. Nothing more, nothing less. Angel didn’t need more. She was strong enough to handle whatever came her and Bree’s way on her own.

But there was a part of her, a bigger part than she cared to admit, that couldn’t help but crave more. What would it be like to not have to face the world alone?

“Angel, I?—”

“It’s fine,” she interrupted. She was not the type of girl who needed to be let down easy. “Thank you for the coffee and the fuck. Really helped to clear my head.”

His eyebrows scrunched down. “Not exactly the reason I’d been going for. Listen, I was thinking I could ask Bear to come up and watch Bree for a bit since she’s comfortable with him. I know you don’t want to go very far. I thought we could go down to the cafeteria and?—”

Angel was already shaking her head. “No, I’m fine. I’m not hungry.”

“Still, it would get you out of here for a bit?—”

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