"Mom, I'll be fine! I pinky promise." No matter how many times I told her, she was convinced that her leaving me for two days would make her a horrible mother.
"I don't know. I could always just call in sick if you need me to stay."
"Mom. You need to go, I'll survive on my own for a few days." Despite how much I loved my mom, I was really looking forward to spending some time alone with Patch, and I was desperately hoping that she would give in and go on the trip for work. We hadn't been able to do anything more than hold hands for the past month with my mom hovering constantly. No matter how hard I tried to convince her, she just refused to trust Patch. I mean, not that I really blamed her. I suppose that his dangerous, bad boy facade would not put many mothers at easeā¦
As she opened her mouth to respond, a knock sounded at the door.
I attempted to contain my excitement as I opened the door, pretending to be disappointed. I welcomed Patch into the house and we walked together into the kitchen, where my mom was standing. Patch went ahead with our plan, explaining to my mother and I that he and a friend of his were leaving town for the weekend to visit his distant family who lived many hours away. As soon as she heard this, she relaxed and warmed up to him a bit. As he left, I gave him a big hug, acting sad to see him go, telling him that I couldn't wait to see him when he returned next week. As soon as I stepped back into the kitchen, I saw mom reaching for her bags.
"You're right sweetie, I think I will go as long as you're sure that you'll be ok?" It had worked, thank God.
"I love you mom, can't wait to see you when you get back! I'll call you every night. Now, you should probably get going so that you don't get there too late." She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and walked out, reminding me to call her if I needed anything. I let out a sigh of relief as I saw the headlights become fainter until they disappeared altogether.
As I turned to head into my bedroom, my eyes met a pair of beautiful black ones. My eyes traveled farther down, taking in his sharp features, until my eyes came back up to rest on his lips, which were curved into a smirk. I realized I had been staring too long when Patch cleared his throat and raised one eyebrow. Heat rised to my cheeks immediately
"As much as I love watching you ogle me, we have plans tonight Angel. Unless you've changed your mind and want to come to my place?" I could hear the mischievous playfullness in his tone, but under that was something else. Something I couldn't quite place.
"As much as I would enjoy that, you know Vee. She would never let that go. I--" , I stumbled to finish my sentence as Patch took a step toward me, trapping me between his arms and the wall.
"You sure you don't want to reconsider, Angel?"
I could feel the heat radiating from him, I could hear his breaths becoming shorter as his perfect lips lowered to meet mine. He stopped, centimeters from my mouth, both of us breathing harshly by now from the anticipation. His lips brushed across mine, soft as a butterfly, sending an electric shock down my spine. Patch growled ferally as I gripped his belt and pulled him closer to me, needing more contact. It sent shockwaves through my body knowing that he could physically feel my touch. I could tell that his feelings were heightened, as he had felt so little physical contact before. He closed his eyes as I dragged him closer to me, simply focusing on the sensation of our bodies touching. Finally, his lips came down on mine, slow at first, both of us savouring the taste of each other. As it intensified, his body gravitated closer to mine until I could feel every ridge, every plane, every muscle in his body. His lips separated from mine, much to my protest, until I felt them under my ear, down my jaw, planting small kisses and nipping my skin gently until he reached my collarbone. I whimpered, wrapping my legs around his waist. He hoisted me up, pressing me against the wall.
"Fuck, Patch" I gasped, breathless, as his hands traveled up my thighs.
I heard him gasp suddenly and curse under his breath as he set me back on my feet, both of us struggling to catch our breath. He stepped back several feet until he hit the kitchen counter, quietly swearing. I began to walk towards him, when he held up a hand to stop me.
"Nora, if we don't stop now, I won't be able to stop at all." I heard the desperation and desire in his voice.
I took a step closer to him, "What if I dont want you to stop?" I heard the catch in his breath as I closed the distance between us.
He looked at me and I could tell it was taking all of his restraint to stay still.
"I don't think it's a good idea Angel." I could see that his restraint was nearly gone. I took another step and replied. "You didn't seem quite so horrified by the idea a few minutes ago"
He began to reply, "I just--" His response was cut off by my phone ringing. Breathing heavily, I flipped open my phone. "Babe! Where are you?"-- I flinched as Vee's voice pierced my eardrums. "Sorry Vee! Mom took a while to convince, I'm leaving this second. We'll be right there."
I hung up the phone and looked at Patch. It seemed like he had regained some of his senses as he went to grab his keys from the living room.
Patch didn't speak as we left. It wasn't until we were getting on his motorcycle, that he turned to me and planted a soft kiss on my forehead.
"I'm sorry Angel. I just don't want to do anything that could hurt you. I don't want you to feel like I expect anything anything from you."
I reached up on my tiptoes, wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. His arms wrapped around my back as he held me to his chest, his chin resting on the top of my head.
"I trust you more than anyone Patch. And I want you just as bad."
I looked up and our eyes met. I had never wanted him more than I did at that moment. He kissed me once more, then wordlessly turned and swung his leg over the motorcycle. I followed and we sped off to meet Vee. As much as I loved her, I was really not looking forward to the evening. All I wanted to do at that moment was be with Patch.
