Fallen: William Page 6

  Sitting down, he reached out and pulled the basket to him. Opening the bottle of wine, he poured her a glass and offered it to her. She tilted her head to look up at him and smiled. They sipped their wine and ate the cheese and crackers while listening to the music. As the sun started to set, he leaned back against a tree, pulled her between his thighs and wrapped his arms around her.

  “I used to dream about you,” she murmured.

  “So you said. Were they good dreams?”

  “Yes.”

  “Were you there?”

  “Yes.”

  “What were we doing in your dreams?” He saw a blush rush across her cheeks. He leaned down and whispered in her ear. “Were they wet dreams?”

  She nodded.

  “What did I do to you?”

  “You touched me.”

  “Where?”

  “You touched my breasts and my pussy. You used your fingers and your mouth.”

  Thank goodness they were seated away from the crowd. He used his powers to cloud the minds of the people sitting closest to them. He also blurred their images so no one would see what they were doing. He slid his hand down to cup her mound through her jeans. He pressed his fingers against the seam so it would rub her clit. She gasped and spread her legs a little wider.

  “Suck in your stomach,” he demanded. When she complied, he unbuttoned her jeans with his other hand. He pulled the zipper down and parted the fabric while he continued to apply alternating pressure to her pussy. She bit back a moan as he moved his hand into the front of her panties. “You’re dripping, baby. Are you getting turned on by the thought of all these strangers being able to see you while I fuck you?”

  He stood up and pulled her to her feet. Kneeling down, he took her shoes off so he could pull her jeans from her body. He unbuckled his belt and undid his jeans. She wrapped her arms around him as he pushed his clothes to the ground. He lifted her up and she hooked her legs around his hips. Bracing his back against the tree, he slid his hand in between them and stroked her. She gasped and arched her back as she tried to make him rub her harder.

  “Easy, love. I want to make sure you’re ready for me.” He plunged two fingers inside her. Oh yeah, she was soaking. He pulled them out and placed his cock at her opening. He lowered her down onto his shaft. They both groaned as he plunged deep into her. He helped her ride him fast and then slow until he wanted to beg for mercy. Her head was thrown back and he felt her hair caress his thighs. Her pussy started contracting as her orgasm hit her. She leaned forward and bit his shoulder to stop the scream in her throat. The feel of her teeth on his skin drove him over the edge as his balls tightened. His hot cum filled her as he thrust into her.

  Her legs slowly loosened and slid down his hips to touch the ground. He lowered her and held on until he knew for sure she could stand on her own. He pulled his pants up and zipped them before he reached for her jeans. She was flushed from the pleasure and the embarrassment of having sex in public. He helped her dress, repacked the basket and grabbed the blanket. They walked to his car with their arms around each other.

  He drove them home and tucked her into bed. Moving through the darkness of her kitchen, he found a bottle of whiskey and poured himself a glass.

  “No glass for a friend?” Mika’il moved out of the shadows to join William at the table.

  He picked up another glass without saying anything to the angel. They sat there drinking in the silence until William sighed.

  “Are you here to yell at me?”

  Mika’il looked surprised. “Why would I do that?”

  Waving back towards the bedroom, he said, “I’m sure this isn’t what you were thinking when you said I should get close to her.”

  “Maybe not, but it’s working, so I’m not going to complain.” The angel stared down at his glass. “I won’t deny you pleasure. It seems to me the Father wanted you to enjoy sex or else He wouldn’t have made your powers dependent on it.”

  “I never thought of it that way.”

  “Of course, you didn’t because you were too busy being bitter and angry about what kind of life you had. He may have banished you, but He hasn’t forgotten you. I truly believe you’re here to learn something and I’ve got a feeling you’re getting close to figuring it out.” Mika’il slugged back the whiskey and started gasping. William thumped him on the back. “I can never get used to this stuff.”

  “I would hope not. It wouldn’t do for God’s warrior angel to get used to alcohol and drinking. People might start thinking you’re like them. You need to project a capable and unswerving image and not an image of a hung over boozer. No one would want to be reminded of themselves like that.” William sipped from his glass. “I drink this stuff, but it does nothing for me.”

  “Then why drink it?”

  He looked out into the shadows beyond the window. “I don’t know. Maybe it makes me feel a little more human. There are times when I feel so alien from this world and these people. I guess I thought being able to drink would help me fit in a little more.”

  “You are different. You are neither angelic nor mortal and you never will be.” Mika’il touched his shoulder. “I wish I could make it different for you, but I can’t. I hope you eventually realize that what I do, I do to help you or at least try to help. I know it doesn’t always work out and I’m sorry for that. Sometimes it does like with Celeste and Adam and I’m happy for a while.”

  “William, who are you talking to?” Abby’s voice came from the bedroom.

  “No one, sweetheart.” He nodded at Mika’il. He felt a little closer to the archangel after the late night confession. He stood up and headed back to bed.

  * * * *

  Abby’s body was humming in anticipation of William’s loving. It had been a long boring shift and she just wanted to get home. She had tried calling his cell to let him know she was getting out early, but he didn’t answer. She didn’t want to waste time waiting to get a hold of him. Nothing was going to happen. Thompson hadn’t been around for several days now and she was convinced he had given up on her.

  She smiled remembering the teasing she had gotten from some of the other dealers about dating William. The women had asked her if he was as great a lover as rumor reported him to be. Laughing, she told them she didn’t want to make them jealous. The men made snide comments about her holding out for rich men. She just shrugged those remarks away. Most of the men had asked her out through the years she had worked at the casino and she had turned them down. She had stuck to her vow about not dating gamblers until the best looking man she ever saw looked her way. She had a feeling if William lost all his money, she would still be happy dating him. It scared her that she might be more like her mother than she thought.

  She reached out to unlock her car when an arm wrapped around her neck and jerked her away from the vehicle. She tried to scream but a large greasy hand covered her mouth. Her assailant pulled her into the shadows. Pushing her to the ground, he blocked any route of escape. The fear was almost overwhelming. She knew William would be coming to get her but she didn’t know if he would be in time.

  The man reached down and grabbed her arm to yank her up on her feet. She gasped at the pain. A fist connected with her cheek. God, she should have waited for William like he asked but she had been confident she could handle anything.

  “Thompson said to tell you to stop seeing Bradford or your punishment will be worse.”

  Worse than this? She wondered how that could be possible as she focused on the burning sensation coming from her arm. The man had forced it up behind her back. The pain became more intense as he jerked it even higher. She cried out wanting to beg him to stop but her pride wouldn’t let her do that. The man was ripped away from her at the moment she was sure her arm would break.

  She fell to the ground clutching her arm to her body. William stood over her with his blue eyes blazing. His arm was outstretched and pointing towards her attacker who seemed to be dangling a foot or two off the concrete. The man�
�s face turned blue and he clawed at his throat as William made a fist. She knew she had to do something or he would kill the man. She climbed to her feet. Touching his arm, she spoke.

  “Don’t do it, William. He isn’t worth it. Let the police take care of him.”

  William’s face was ravaged by fear and anger. “He hurt you.”

  “He was supposed to. Thompson sent him to warn me. He said I had to stop seeing you or my punishment would be worse.” With a weak smile, she shrugged. “Right now I can’t think what worse might be.”

  William growled as the man turned an alarming shade of purple.

  “Please. I need to get to the hospital. I think something’s wrong with my arm.” She wrapped her good hand around his forearm. Feeling dizzy, she knew the pain was starting to overwhelm her.

  Dominic appeared. “I’ll take care of him. You take Abby to the hospital.”

  William opened his fist and the man dropped to the ground with a thud. He lay there gasping like an air-deprived fish. William caught Dominic’s eye and the Cajun nodded. Satisfied that the man would be taken care of the right way, he gathered her in his arms and carried her to her car. Her purse had fallen to the pavement when the man grabbed her. Her keys hadn’t fallen too far away and he picked them up. He got her settled in the seat and then climbed in.

  She wondered why he wasn’t talking. Why hadn’t he given her a hug or comforted her? She was feeling shaky and wanted to cry. At a stoplight, he turned to look at her and she saw the rage still simmered. She realized he was fighting the urge to go back and inflict damage on her assailant. She reached out and took his hand in hers. His grip tightened until she wanted to beg him to let go. He took a deep breath and loosened his hold.

  “What the hell were you doing out there?”

  She knew he was trying not to yell at her and she appreciated the effort it was taking. “I got out of work early and thought I’d head home.”

  “Why didn’t you wait for me? You knew I would be here to get you. Or at least why didn’t you call me?”

  “I tried calling but you didn’t answer. I didn’t think there would be a problem. We haven’t seen or heard from Thompson in days. I figured he had given up.”

  “Thompson has gone to ground. If a stalker disappears, you have to take precautions because that’s when they usually escalate into violence. I don’t want anything to happen to you, Abby. You’re too important to me. I’d go crazy if you were seriously hurt or even killed.”

  She could see the way his hands were shaking from the letdown of adrenaline. She knew it was fear for her that caused this strong man to shake like a child. She lifted the hand holding hers to her mouth and whispered a kiss across his knuckles.

  “I’m sorry, William. I promise not to take chances anymore.”

  He accepted her apology as they pulled up to the emergency room.

  * * * *

  William stood on the deck at Abby’s house. She was tucked in and sleeping off the painkillers the doctor had given her. He sent a short prayer thanking the Father that he had gotten to her before the man could do something more than sprain her arm. He had never felt the rage that swamped him when he saw her attacker hitting her. If it hadn’t been for her stopping him, he probably would have killed the man. He wouldn’t have felt bad about doing it either. The man was slime who got off on hurting women. The world would have been a better place without him. He wondered what Dominic had done to him.

  He stared out at the sparkling lights that twirled and spun on the facades of the casinos. They soothed his restless feelings. He could never explain to Celeste what he liked most about Reno. Maybe it had to do with the gambling and the chance to alter his life with one turn of a card. From the moment he arrived in the city, he had felt more alive than anywhere else. His heart beat to the rhythm of the clanging slots. His blood pounded as the jackpots were won and the shouts were heard. He was an addict and Reno was his drug of choice. There was no way he would ever leave now that Abby was there with him.

  “Get a hold of yourself. You’re sporting a hard-on big enough to hurt someone. I can’t believe that thinking about this town can do that to you.” Dominic appeared beside him.

  “Don’t you feel the same about New Orleans?”

  Shaking his head, Dominic took in the bright lights. “It’s a place to lay my head. The lure of the city doesn’t call my heart home.”

  “Then why stay?”

  “My heart has found a home with someone who lives there. As long as she’s there, I’ll be staying. It isn’t a bad town. The people feel the same overwhelming sense of desperation you have here.”

  “Does it make you feel alive?”

  “She makes me feel alive. I don’t need a city or flashing lights to make me feel. Now that you’ve found Abby, you know what I’m talking about. You don’t need to place another bet or spend another moment in a casino because nothing holds a candle to her laugh or her smile. She’s your new addiction.” Dominic smiled at him. “Quit looking out at the lights. Go inside and stare at that wonderful woman. She will be your entire world and that’s the way it should be.”

  William held out his hand and Dominic shook it.

  “I’ll be watching your back. We’ll find Thompson and stop his threat towards her. Then I’m heading home to straighten out my own world.”

  Heading inside, he thought about what Dominic had said. He realized he hadn’t wanted to go to the casino in days. His days were filled with thoughts of her and wanting to be with her instead of the men he used to spend every night with. He slid into the bedroom trying not to wake her. The bed was empty and water was running in the shower. He smiled as he stripped and headed to the bathroom.

  She was taking a shower. Her curves were silhouetted against the curtain. He made a noise to let her know that he was in the room with her. He knew she would be jumpy for a little while because of the attack and he didn’t want to scare her. She stuck her head around the corner of the curtain. Her eyes widened as she saw him standing there naked and sporting a massive hard-on. Her smile was seduction personified as she crooked her finger at him to join her.

  The moist warmth enveloped his body as he stepped in and reached for her. He was careful not to jar her arm as he pulled her tight to his body. His cock rubbed against her soft belly. Bracing her feet apart, he knelt in front of her. She ran her hands through his wet hair. She leaned back against the shower wall as he buried his face in her pussy. He feasted on her pussy with each stroke of his tongue and thrust of his fingers. Her hips moved slowly at first as she enjoyed the way he savored her. Then the excitement built and her hips started to buck faster as he took her deeper into his mouth. He loved the taste and scent of her passion. Nothing moved him as much as the feel of her pussy tightening as she finally let go. Her grip on his hair strengthened until it almost hurt as he forced her pussy tighter to his mouth. He was going to drag her orgasm out as long as he could. He gently soothed her as she went limp in his hands. He stood up and soaped her down.

  Turning off the water, he lifted her onto the bath mat and grabbed a towel. He took his time and dried her off with brisk rubs and teasing touches on her sensitive nipples and tender clit. Soon she was flushed and moist again. He led her back to her bed more than ready to fuck her. She pushed him down on the edge of the bed.

  Leaning back on his hands, he spread his thighs wide to allow her to kneel in front of him. She ran her hands up and across his legs obviously enjoying the rough hair against her palms. He watched her through narrowed eyes. She bent her head down and blew a warm breath across the head of his cock. She laughed as he jumped. Her small hands cupped his balls and began rubbing them as her tongue committed hit-and-run licks on his cock. Her head dipped low as she suckled his balls and ran her fingers over the sensitive patch of skin behind them. He saw her eyes close as his cock slid into her mouth. Lifting his hips off the bed, he burrowed his hands into her hair. She felt like the steamy shower they had just left. He resisted the urge to fuc
k her mouth and direct her blowjob.

  She took him deeper into her throat. Her hand wrapped around his cock and moved up and down in time with her head. His balls tightened and the pressure built. He knew he was going to come soon. When the pressure was almost too much, he grabbed her around the waist and lifted her to straddle his hips. She braced herself on his shoulders and he lowered her down on his shaft. They both groaned as he plunged deep into her pussy. She started to ride him fast and hard. Watching her, he saw her face start to flush as her orgasm raced to shatter her.

  She cried out as he separated them. He flipped her onto her back and he followed her down. Thrusting harder, he crushed his lips to hers. There was urgency to his movements. He knew he was trying to erase all the fear and rage he had felt while she was being attacked.

  “Look at me when you come, Abby.”

  Her melted chocolate eyes opened and pinned him. The passion and excitement in them turned him on even more. Her inner muscles clenched tight on his cock and started milking. They exploded together, spiraling down back to where he collapsed on her. She rubbed his back as they recovered.

  “Do you feel better now?” Her voice was husky with residual passion.

  He chuckled as he drew out of her and flopped to the bed beside her. “No, not really. I still blame myself for not being there to protect you.”

  “You didn’t know I was getting out early. How could you have been there?”

  “I can do a lot of things you don’t know about.” He saw her grimace as she pulled a blanket over them. He took her injured arm in his hands. “Is your arm okay? I’m sorry I forgot about it. Obviously I was thinking with my other head.”

  “It only hurts a little.” She gasped as a dim blue light came from William’s hands to engulf her arm. When it disappeared, her aches were gone. “What was that?”