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Chapter 1: SAFE TO READ
Saturday Morning at Nora & Patch's house. Lower East Side of Coldwater, Maine.
I take my time when I wake. Slowly opening my lids and stretching my limbs while yawning all at the same time. I reach over and instead of meeting the warm delicious muscles I'm used to feeling every morning my hand falls to the cold silk sheets. Frowning I sit up and stare at the empty side of the bed as if he'd magically appear. Patch has been leaving out late night a lot lately to do "Business" with some of the other fallen angels. Yeah, right. Business my ass. They all probably drank beer, played pool, gossipped about their latest conquests, then bet all the money they made from pool against each other racing with their bikes. I don't like it but those are his friends. And I don't expect him to change his lifestyle completely just for me. That would be too selfish.
While I'm in my reverie the screen of my iPhone lights up the room and it chimes. Even without looking I already know who it is.
"Good morning sunshine," Vee croons softly. I look at the time and I am surprised she actually called at a reasonable hour.
"Sup," I say sourly popping the 'P'.
"Ouch. What crawled up your ass?" I laugh despite not wanting to.
"Patch didn't come home last night." I whisper quietly.
"Well this isn't the first time it's happened and Patch can take care of himself so chill out," She says like it's nothing and I gasp.
"Vee this is serious!"
"Nora, we both know what's gonna happen. He's gonna walk in all dark & brooding. You're gonna say 'oh Patchy baby I missed you' then there's the plum kisses and you two will be going at it again." She mimics my voice and speaks dramatically. I roll my eyes knowing she's probably speaking the truth. I can't stay mad at Patch. Just like I can't resist his beautiful black eyes, and chiseled jaw, and how it frames his perfect supple lips...
"Hello. Earth to Nora," Vee speaks and breaks me out of my wandering thoughts.
"Vee I have to go. Text me." I hang up and make my way to the grand ensuite bathroom to freshen up.
I put on black lace knickers and a white tank top. In the kitchen I make egg & bacon for my breakfast sandwich. A few moments later I hear the locks tumble at the front door and my heart skips a beat. Heavy footsteps make their way around the house until finally Patch appears in the archway to the kitchen. His hair is ruffled and he has a little bit of stubble. Sloppy, but still sexy as always. He makes his way over to me and I jump on him kissing his mouth fiercely.
"I'm happy to see you too," he smirks holding me up so that I don't fall. He carries me in the direction of the bedroom and I don't protest leaving my BE&C on the counter half eaten.
"I missed you. Where did you go?" I murmured against his lips.
"Unit called. He and Rixon were stranded last night. I had to come to the rescue." He throws me onto the bed and crawls on top of me kissing me deeply. Though I can't focus on how giddy it makes me inside. I don't think it takes a whole night to rescue the dynamic duo and bring them home. Just as I'm starting to get into our make out session, returning his kisses with twice as much passion Patch breaks away from me and gets up to walk towards the bathroom.
"What are you doing?" I exclaim kind of disappointed. Okay, totally disappointed.
"Going to take a shower," He says as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"To take a shower," I mock him in the most childish way once he's in the bathroom. It only takes a moment before I hear the shower water start to run. I just lay in the middle of the bed breathless and staring at the ceiling, anticipating all the things he'd do to me once he's out. The shrill of my phone ringing interrupts my fantasies before I got too carried away. This time it's Alanna, Units girlfriend. She's a sweet petite blonde who's oblivious to the supernatural world I have to live in. Lucky her, I remember those innocent naive days. But I also feel bad for her. It's kind of sad how much stuff she's left out of. So I have a mushy place in my heart for her. She sent me a text but I didn't have time to read it.
The shower water stopped running.
Patch came out of the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around his hips. His chest was still wet with water droplets. I watched as one single one traveled from his collar bone all the way down his chest and over those rock hard abs before it disappeared being absorbed by the plush towel. Patch caught me staring he smirked.
"See something you like?" He teases. I nod silently with my mouth slightly agape knowing if I spoke I would probably stumble over my words.
He came climbed on to the bed next to me and pulled me flush against his body kissing me hungrily. I wrap my arms around his neck as his hands trail around my waist down to my backside slapping it playfully. I giggle at the same time he growls quietly. Our tongues stayed tangled as he flipped us over so that he was on top. He moves his mouth from mine down my neck and across my shoulder while teasing the hem of my shirt up. We break away to get my tank top off and he wastes no time going straight to my breasts. I let out a sigh of bliss and close my eyes to enjoy the sensations. He cups a breast in one hand and gently kneads it while taking the nipple of the other breast in his mouth, rolling it around with his tongue. He doesn't travel lower until I start squirming. He leaves small wet kisses in his wake not stopping at the brim of my panties. Instead he goes all the way down and kisses me through the thin material of the lace. What I can only describe as blazing desire starts to grow inside me and it travels from the pit of my stomach to the tips of my fingers and back again. A moan escaped my mouth and I throw my head back.
I feel rather than hear his soft chuckle and internally roll my eyes, cocky bastard. He tantalizingly pulls my panties down and makes his way back up to the apex of my legs while kissing and sometimes nibbling my inner thighs. He takes his slow time and by the time he gets to my sex I know it's glistening with how turned on I am. His tongue starts to stroke my sensitive skin and I let out another moan. He grabs me by my hips to keep me still as he pays more attention to my clit with his mouth flicking it back and forth then closing his mouth around it to suck softly. I shiver and bury my fingers in the dark curls of his hair and tug while he uses his mouth on me. I lay back and let the pleasure sweep over me. I love being like this. We are in our own different world when I give myself wholly to Patch. It's like I'm a puppet and he's the puppet master. I have no control over my actions or sounds. With just a touch he could make squirm, moan, stiffen, or groan. Some people would be scared if someone had that amount of power over them. I admit a couple months ago I was afraid of Patch. But now I bask in it and I can't get enough of him.
It's not long before I start to feel that oh so familiar change in me. Now I'm not just flowing but I'm starting to climb. Patch knows my body so well he noticed it too. He continues the delicious torture of my clit with his tongue but he also starts to tease my entrance with a finger. After a moment he slides his finger in as deep as it can go and my heart faltered. He pulls it out slightly then back in again letting out a soft groan. He keeps up his ministrations and his finger was just the extra oomph I needed to push me over the edge. My back arches involuntarily and I grip the sheets beside me in anticipation of this orgasm that I knew was going to rack through my body. My chest rose and fell with my heaving breaths and my moans got louder. Just as my body was wound as tight as it could go Patch stopped.
"Patch!" I huffed sitting up to see what was wrong. "Why did you stop?"
"I want to feel you cum while I'm inside you," he explained. With that being said I reached for him smashing my mouth to his, tasting myself. I pulled him down on top of me but I didn't feel crushed. I felt embraced. Soft but firm muscle was all I would feel, earth and spice was all I could smell. We kissed slowly but urgently. He wasted no time pushing inside me inch by inch until there was no more space to go. I sighed as he filled me moving my hands to his lower back careful to area where his wings joined his back. I wouldn't want to make the mistake of touching them while we're intimate... again.
He soon found a rhythm that was perfect for both of us. We fucked hard until both of us were panting and the mattress under us groaned in protest with every thrust. He moved a hand to grip my thigh and pull it higher. I let out a small cry and my eyes practically rolled to the back of my head. At this angle his pelvis brushed my clit with every movement he made and he hit a sweet spot I didn't even know I had. The tantalizing pressure of my release stirred deep inside me. Orgasms are like waves no two alike. They ebb, flow, rise, and crash. This one crashed over me so hard the intensity took me by surprise. Hard almost sharp the sensations peaked as I moved my hips to meet Patch's. He thrusted harder and I found myself going up and up again. The second climax came so fast after the first I didn't have time to catch my breath. I didn't know what came out of my mouth then. Something between a prayer and a curse. But one thing I do know I said was his name. Warmth rippled through me and stopped where he and I were connected. Even I could feel how slick and wet it was at this point.
"Oh Angel," He groaned in my neck. "You're gonna be the death of me." His voice was low and practically dripped with desire. Languor crept over my ribs and I had to take a minute to gather my rambled thoughts. I didn't know how close he was but when I opened my eyes his were closed. Sweat had broken out on his chest above me, I wanted to lick it.
"Patch," I moaned and watched his face contort with concentration. My voice was husky and sexy. I couldn't even recognize it as my own. His thrusts got even harder if that were even possible. I knew that I'd be sore for the rest of the day.
"Patch," I moaned again and he came. His fingers clutched my thigh even harder probably leaving bruises. He groaned then collapsed on top of me letting out one last long heavy breath. I stroked his hair slightly damp from his shower and sweat. A moment later he opened his eyes and his mouth tilted up. His hand came up to grab my face and he pulled my mouth to his, kissing me tentatively. You could barely tell the difference between his pupils and midnight black eye color but I could see they were still wide. Taking in everything but reflecting nothing. He pulled out of me and rolled over to his side of the bed stretching. We layed there in silence catching our breath and basking in the euphoria. I hadn't yet found the rouse to get out of bed when my phone ringed popping our bubble. I felt Patch move beside me.
"What's up?" He said nonchalantly. I smiled hearing the high shrill of a female voice on the other line. Her mouth was moving a mile a minute. None other than Vee Sky.
"Nora is unavailable right now. Take a rain check," he said and ended the call. It took all the energy I had to roll over and face him. I tried my hardest to give him a condescending look but my eyes were half open. How is it that I just woke up and I'm already feeling this exhausted?
"What?" He asked innocently.
"That wasn't very nice," I mumbled. I always tried to get Patch and Vee to be more kind to each other but to no avail. She hates him and he isn't her biggest fan. They act cordial in public… Most of the time.
"She wants to go shopping and you need to rest right now, Angel."
"I'm fine," I said around a wide yawn. Patch gave me a short bark of laughter.
"Yeah, right." He said and pulled me to lay on his chest. I was asleep not even 30 seconds later.
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