Author's notes: This chapter is rated M for adults doing adult things a.k.a smut. I repeat: this chapter is RATED M. So if the language contained within is going to offend you, don't read it. You have been warned. LOL For those of you who do read this chapter, I apologize if the sex scene is not very good. It's difficult trying to get positions right. LOL. Any and all mistakes made are my own. Read, review and enjoy. :o)
Saturday, August 19
Spencer Residence 3:16 a.m.
Janelle sighed as she snuggled up to Drew in bed, her head on his chest. "Man, I had great time," she said. "Yep. Me, too. Angel
sang her ass off last night, didn't she?" Janelle chuckled. "Yeah, she sure did. Did you see how she and Bobby got down with that
cha-cha on "Oye Como Va?" He can move pretty well for a big guy." Drew grunted. "You should have heard them dudes at the
table behind us. I heard one of them say, 'Dammit! That big mofo is fucking everything up for the rest of us who can't dance!'"
They both laughed. "You wanna hang out with Angel and Bobby tonight? To celebrate her successful performance?" she asked.
Drew shrugged. "Yeah, we can. Where do you want to go?" "How about that Japanese place Silkie told us about? I think it's
called Sakura." "Okay. That sounds like a good idea." "Maybe we can go to Dave and Buster's afterwards?" she asked hopefully.
Drew gave Janelle a skeptical look. "You ain't fooling nobody. You just wanna go to Dave and Buster's so you can try to beat me
on one of those racing games." "Who? Me? Nah. You got me mixed up with somebody else." "Yeah, right," he said sarcastically.
Janelle sucked her teeth. "Whatever, dude." Drew just laughed.
"Did you listen to that voicemail message Mr. Fisher left at the shop?" Drew asked. "Yeah, I did. He said that he was going to be
reading DeMarco's will at DeMarco's house at 2:00 this afternoon." "He wanted us and Angel to be there, right?" Janelle nodded.
"I told Angel that the will was going to be read today, but I didn't tell her what time. She needs to have as much space as possible
between her and the Wonder Twins and Brewster." "She didn't express an interest in wanting to go?" "Not really. I'll just tell Mr.
Fisher that she couldn't make it." Drew sighed. "What do you think DeMarco left us?" Janelle shrugged. "I can't think of anything
he'd leave to us. Honestly, I hope he didn't leave us anything. That'll mean one less ass whupping I'd have to give Queen Bitch to
make her keep her hands off my shit." "Hmmph. Ain't that the truth. You think Brewster is actually going to come to the will
reading?" "The way Eden was hugging on him at the funeral, you'd think she was married to the jackass. If he doesn't show up at
the will reading, I'll be totally shocked."
"What do you think of Bobby?" Janelle asked. "He's okay, I guess. He seems to be a cool guy." "Do you think he's right for Angel?"
Drew shrugged. "That's not for anybody to decide but Angel. Why you say that anyway? Don't you like him?" "I like him. I think
he's got a good personality. I know Mama Laurel likes him. Angel said that her mama wants them to have at least 4 kids." He sighed
heavily. "At LEAST 4 kids? Oh, Lord. Does her daddy and brothers know about this man?" "You know they do. Shit, I'm surprised
Daddy Charles didn't come up here to the funeral so he could interrogate Bobby before he left." "Well, you know when they find out
about what happened to Angel after the funeral, Daddy Charles is gonna try to make her move back to Nashville." Janelle frowned.
"I hope not." Drew hugged her as he kissed the top of her head. "I'm just saying don't be too surprised when it does happen." Janelle
sighed as she snuggled even closer to her husband. "Well, I know my girl. She'll hold her ground. Good night, sweetie." "Yeah, I
know she will. Good night, babe."
Saturday, August 19
Angel's home, 7:05 a.m.
Bobby was laying in the bed, his arms wrapped around Angel in a spooning position when his cell phone rang. He cautiously opened
one eye, then the other. "Who in the hell could this be?" he thought to himself. He reached behind him for the nightstand and
picked the phone up. He flipped it open and said drowsily, "Goren." "Hello, Robert. How are you?" the sultry female voice on the
other end said. He came awake instantly as soon as he recognized the voice. "Alannah, hi. I…I'm fine. Hold….hold on a sec, okay?"
"Okay." Bobby threw back the part of the quilt he was under. He carefully removed his arm out from under Angel's sleeping form
and got out of the bed. Bobby looked back to see if Angel was awake, but she wasn't. She was still laying on her side, her breathing
even and steady. He headed into the TV room, sitting down on the suede couch. He took a couple of deep breaths before putting the
phone back up to his ear.
"Sorry about that, Alannah," Bobby said. Alannah chuckled lightly. "That's okay. I called your home phone. Your friend Rob answered and told me you weren't there, so he gave me your cell number. I hope you don't mind."
"No, no. I don't mind."
"He sounds cute. Is he available?"
"Rob's divorced. As far as I know, he's not seeing anyone right now." "Ooo. Sounds like someone I'd be interested in getting to know better."
Bobby rolled his eyes. "Happy birthday," he said. "Thank you, Robert. I meant to call you Friday evening to let you know I was back in town, but Chazen and I got a little carried away ringing my birthday in at midnight."
"That's okay. I had some other plans anyway. How is Chazen working out for you?"
"Eh, he's good. He hasn't quite mastered how to use his tongue on my clit like I taught you, but he's getting there."
Bobby heard a tiny buzzing sound in the background. Before he knew it, Alannah was softly moaning into the phone. "So, Robert, when can I expect to feel every inch of you inside of me?" "Oh, shit!" he thought as he looked down and saw himself becoming aroused. "Okay, Bobby. Settle down. Don't let her distract you." He cleared his throat and said, "I was thinking we should take a break from each other this year."
The buzzing stopped. "Hmm. That's a novel idea. May I ask who she is and would she be interested in a ménage a trios? Or perhaps a ménage a quad?"
"She's someone I met 2 years ago and I think she prefers her sex to be one on one rather than with a crowd."
"Oh, I see. A prude." Bobby chuckled. "I can guarantee you she's not a prude."
"Anyone not willing to share their sexual expertise or you with me is a prude. Anyway, how long of a break are we talking about?"
"I don't know. Indefinitely for the time being."
"Ah. The power of the pussy must be strong in that one."
Bobby found himself at a loss for words for a moment. "The power of the pu….it's not about that."
Alannah laughed lightly. "Of course it isn't with you, Robert. I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. For now."
Bobby shook his head. For as long as he had known Alannah, he never understood why being in a stable monogamous relationship
bothered her so much. She had been married briefly in her late 20's before her husband Colin, who was in his early 50's and wealthy,
died from a massive heart attack. He had left her with enough money that she didn't have to ever work again if she wanted to.
Alannah had told Bobby once that Colin was her soul mate. Bobby guessed she was using sex as a way of covering up the pain of
losing a loved one.
"So, I won't get to see you at all this weekend?" Alannah asked. "I did get you a gift that you actually unwrap."
"Well, Alex and her family are throwing a birthday party for me on Sunday."
"You're letting your partner throw a party for you after all these years? I am truly amazed. Am I invited to this soiree?"
"As a matter of fact, you are. Alex said so."
"Well, well, well. Will wonders ever cease? I'd be honored to attend your party, Robert. Can I bring Chazen with me?"
"Yes, of course. I'll send you a text message with the time and Alex's parents' address."
"Thank you. Will SHE be there?"
Bobby hesitated for a few seconds before saying, "I'm not really sure. We haven't talked about it."
The buzzing noise and Alannah's soft moans returned. "Well, if she doesn't make it to the party, perhaps I can take you to a private place and have my way with you after all."
"With all the people that will be there, I seriously doubt I'd go anyplace private with you." "Whatever," she said, not sounding the least bit fazed by Bobby's last comment.
Alannah's moans got louder. "Are you even naked?" she asked between moans.
"No, I'm not." Bobby was wearing a t-shirt and lounging pants.
"Now, see if you were here with me, I'd already have you naked and using that rock hard dick of yours to find my G-spot," she said huskily.
Bobby shut his eyes and shook his head, trying to clear the image of Alannah riding on top him from his head. She let out a little laugh. "Admit it, Robert. You're so rock hard right now, you want to reach inside of your pants, pull out your dick and stroke it up and down, imagining me lightly licking the head of it."
Bobby looked down at his growing erection. He needed to end this conversation now before Alannah put any more suggestions into the head on his shoulders. "Alannah, I…I'm going to hang up now before things get too overheated."
Alannah chuckled. "Suit yourself, Robert. I'll see you Sunday. Goodbye." "Goodbye, Alannah."
Bobby closed the phone and placed it on the couch beside him. He put his hands over his face, stretching himself to his full height. He
took deep breaths to calm himself. "Down, boy," he thought. He shook his head again to clear the erotic image Alannah had planted
there. Bobby sat there, thinking. He knew he had 2 things to do before Sunday and they both had to do with Angel. One, he had to
tell her that Alannah would be at his party. And two, he had to convince her to come to the party.
The ringing of Bobby's cell phone had awaken Angel, but she pretended to still be asleep. When she heard him say 'Alannah,' her
heart began pounding quickly in her chest. That was the phone call she had hoped Bobby wouldn't receive this weekend. She
managed to keep her eyes closed when Bobby got out of the bed and left the bedroom. As soon as she heard him go down the hall,
Angel got up and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. She stood in the mirror, looking at her reflection. She sniffed
as she wiped the tears off her cheeks. "Well, at least you didn't have sex with him yet," she thought. She sat down on the toilet
lid, her head in her hands, watching her teardrops hit the floor. "Yeah, he may have missed you, but not enough to want to stay here
with you," Angel said quietly to herself. "You don't have what it takes to make Bobby happy. You're not as worldly and as
sophisticated as Alannah. You're just simple and plain."
Angel took a deep breath, held it and then let it go. She got up and looked in the mirror again. Her eyes were red from crying. She
turned on the warm water as she reached for a washcloth. She wetted the cloth, wrung the water out of it and placed it on her face
for a few seconds. Angel turned the water off, hung up the wet washcloth and dried her face with a towel. She put some lotion on her
face and took a couple of deep breaths. She looked at herself in the mirror again. She practiced putting on a happy smile on her face,
while thinking to herself, "Don't be too surprised if Bobby walks out of this house for someone better."
Bobby sent the text message to Alannah as he had planned. He was heading back to Angel's bedroom when his phone beeped. He
opened it. Alannah had replied back with a naked picture of herself, laying on a bed playing with her clit. The caption under it said,
"You should be here." "Oh my God!" he exclaimed softly. Bobby deleted the picture as quickly as he could. When he walked into
the bedroom, he noticed that Angel was missing from the bed. He saw that the bathroom door was closed. Some sunlight was
peeking in through the blinds into the room, but Bobby turned on the nightstand lamp anyway. He put his phone on the nightstand
table. Just then the bathroom door opened. Angel emerged after turning off the light. "Good morning," he said. Angel stopped
suddenly short in front of the door. "Good morning," she said. She looked at Bobby briefly before casting her eyes down towards the
floor.
Angel fidgeted with her hands, repeatedly squeezing each finger individually and biting her lip. Bobby sighed softly as he went to sit
down at the foot of the bed. He was sitting directly in front of Angel, looking at her in her short light blue nightgown, wondering what
in the world he was going to say to her. Angel finally looked up at him and asked softly, "You want me to fix you some breakfast?"
He shook his head. "No, thank you." She looked back at the floor again. "Look at me, Angel. Please." Gray eyes locked with brown
eyes. Bobby noticed her eyes were slightly red. It could have been from a lack of sleep, but he knew better than that. The most
important thing he noticed was the look of fear and insecurity behind her eyes. The same look she had earlier in the week. "That was
Alannah on the phone." "Okay." "I told her that we should take a break from each other for a while." Angel just nodded. Bobby took
a deep breath and said, "She's coming to the party on Sunday." "Oh."
Bobby looked down at his hands. "I…I grew up watching my father come home, drunk and smelling like sex from all of his other
women. He and my mother would always argue about it. It seemed like he didn't give a rat's ass about her feelings. Or mine and my
brother's for that matter. As I got older and started getting interested in the opposite sex, I vowed to myself that I would be nothing
like my father. I would not disregard another person's feelings for me or hurt someone as viciously as he hurt my mother." Bobby
looked into Angel's eyes. "I didn't tell you about Alannah to…to make you think you had to compete with her or anything like that. I
told you about her because you are one of the very few people I felt I could tell I had a fuck buddy and not be judged as some kind
of weirdo or something. You… accept me and my…my quirks as a part of who I am. I strive to be honest in all of my relationships
with women. I hope you know that I'm nothing like my father. I don't want to be anything like him."
Bobby stood up and placed his hands on Angel's shoulders. He looked deep into her eyes and said, "I'm not going anywhere unless
you kick me out. You have nothing to fear." Angel gave him a small smile as she reached up and touched his cheek, stroking the
rough stubble that was there. "Okay," was all she said. Bobby closed his eyes and sighed. When he opened his eyes, Angel was still
looking at him. "What are you thinking?" he asked. She shook her head. "Nothing." He leaned down and kissed her, his tongue
exploring and caressing her mouth; her tongue doing the same thing to his mouth.
Bobby walked Angel back towards the wall space between the dresser and the bathroom. He pinned her against the wall by holding
onto her hips and leaning his body against hers. Her hands were on his chest. She softly moaned as he moved his mouth from her
mouth to her neck. Angel bucked slightly against Bobby as he made figure eights with his tongue. She felt him smile at her reaction.
Bobby kissed and licked his way up from her neck to her ear. He nipped at, then licked her earlobe which caused her grab at his t-
shirt and gasp sharply. "No fair," she said breathlessly. He smiled against her ear. "Who said I had to play fair?" he whispered
teasingly. She gasped again as a mini orgasm ran through her body. Bobby moaned and panted in Angel's ear as she slowly moved
her hips against his growing erection. He felt so close to the point of reaching his climax, he took a step back from her. He smiled at
the smug look of satisfaction Angel had on her face. "You're not playing fair, Angel." She shrugged slightly. "I'm not suppose to,
Bobby." He loved the way she said his name. Alannah always called him 'Robert,' even during sex. The only time Angel ever called
him 'Robert' was to get his attention about something.
Angel leaned against the wall with her hands behind her back as she watched Bobby step back to her. He placed his forearm on the
wall above her head and his hand on her shoulder. He put his forehead on his forearm, looking deep into Angel's eyes. She licked her
lips in anticipation of whatever was about to happen next. "No matter what I do, keep looking at me," he whispered. Angel nodded
as she bit her lip. Locking her eyes with his, he moved his hand from her shoulder down to her one of her already erect nipples. She
gasped loudly as he used his hand to make circles over her entire breast over the fabric of her nightgown. "Do you want me to stop?"
he asked. Angel managed a ragged "no" from her mouth. Bobby looked down and watched with pleasure at the way Angel moved
her body in small circles, keeping time with the circles he was making. He looked back up into her eyes and saw the sexual hunger
burning in them. He smiled and said, "Hold on. This trip is about to get wilder."
Angel grabbed a hold of Bobby's shirt as he moved his hand from her breast to the inside of her panties. She spread her legs apart
just enough for his hand to cover her whole vagina. "Oh, Bobby!" she exclaimed softly as he crooked 2 of his long fingers inside of
her. "Is all of that for me?" he said huskily into her ear. "Yes!" "Hmmm. I thought so." He took his fingers out of her, then spread
open her pussy lips. He crooked his middle finger inside of her, then withdrew it so that he'd have some lubrication as he slowly
rubbed his finger up and down her clit. Angel thrust her hips against Bobby's hand with each rub. "What do you want, Angel?" "I
want you naked and rock hard in my bed." He smiled as he took a step back from her. Angel, breathing heavily, watched with
fascination as Bobby sucked her juices off of his middle finger. "Well, you already have the 'rock hard' part." Angel gave him a
crooked a smile as he brushed his hand against his already bulging pants.
Angel reached for his pants, but he caught her wrist. She reached for him again with her other free hand, but he caught her by that
wrist, too. Bobby shook his head with a devilish grin. Angel looked up at him, pouting. He laughed softly at her. He was thoroughly
enjoying teasing Angel by withholding himself from her. He knew the longer he held off on actually letting her touch him, the greater
her orgasm would be. He let go of her wrists and said, "Have a seat. Please." Angel gently brushed against Bobby and his hard dick
as she went to sit at the foot of the bed. She smiled to herself as she heard him softly exclaim, "Oh, shit!" That'll teach him for being a
tease. Bobby took a deep breath before turning around to face Angel. She was sitting with one leg crossed over the other, flexing her
foot up and down, her hands on either side of her to support her weight. She looked up at him through her eyelashes.
Bobby relished looking at the fire in her eyes. "What are you thinking about, Angel?" he asked. Her eyes wandered to the bulge in his
pants before wandering back up to his face. "Oh, about 8 or 9 things come to mind right now," she said with a smile. Bobby grinned.
He walked over to kiss her, but she placed the foot she had been flexing on his crotch to gently push him back from her. Bobby's
eyes widened in surprise. They looked deeply into each other's eyes as she rubbed her foot up and down his hard dick. He moaned
deeply in his throat as she continued to torture him. Finally, she stopped and put her foot on the floor. "Strip," she said softly. Bobby
obeyed by pulling the t-shirt over his head and tossing it on the floor. He ran his finger underneath the elastic of his pants and boxers.
"What do I get for losing the shirt?" he asked in a husky voice. Without saying a word, Angel stood up. She pulled her nightgown
over her head, tossing it on top of his shirt. Then she pushed her panties down over her hips and stepped out of them. She twirled
them on her index finger for a few seconds before flinging them on top of the discarded clothes. She pulled the ponytail holder from
her hair, twirling it and tossing it aside like she did with her panties.
Bobby inhaled sharply as he took in the sight of his naked Angel standing before him. "You are very beautiful," he said. Angel
blushed. "Thank you." She sat back down on the bed, both feet planted on the floor, her hands on either side of her. "Finish," she
said. Bobby slowly pushed his pants down. His dick sprang out of his pants as soon as his pants were passed his hips. He smiled to
himself as he watched her lick her lips. He stepped out of them and tossed them aside. He stood there, running his hand up and down
his rock hard shaft. Angel crooked her finger at him and said, "Come here. Let me help you with that." He walked over to her and
inhaled deeply as she took his throbbing cock inside her mouth. "Oh, God," he moaned as she began to massage his balls. He looked
down in amazement as she worked wonders with her tongue on his dick. When Angel began to suck on his balls, Bobby's eyes rolled
into the back of his head. He felt himself tense up, almost coming to orgasm, so he begged, "An….Angel, please! You've got to
stop." Angel smiled, satisfied knowing she had made him pay for teasing her.
Bobby took a few deep breaths as he recovered from Angel's oral assault. He watched her through heavy eyelids as she grabbed his
wrist, pulling him on top of her as she slid back onto the bed. Bobby kissed Angel deeply as he laid on top of her. She panted heavily
as he kissed her ear and neck. She closed her eyes tightly and gripped the bedcovers as he kissed a trail from her neck down to her
breasts. Bobby sucked and nibbled on one breast while rolling the nipple of the other between his fingers before switching up. He
kissed his way back up to Angel's waiting mouth. Propping himself up on one arm, Bobby's hand made its way back between her
legs, his thumb rubbing back and forth rhythmically against her clit. "Did you think I'd let you bring me to the edge like that and not
pay you back?" he whispered playfully against her lips. Angel chuckled as she moved her hips in time to his strokes. She ran her
fingers through his hair and said, "I had to bring you back to reality. Make you realize I could be a tease, too." He smiled and licked
her bottom lip. "Are you ready for me?" "I've been ready," she replied breathlessly.
Bobby moved to position himself between Angel's legs. He rubbed the head of his dick up and down slowly against her clit. Angel
closed her eyes tightly, lifting her hips to make Bobby slide inside of her. But he moved back just enough to keep that from
happening. "Look at me," he said. She opened her eyes and looked into Bobby's eyes. He started back to rubbing her clit slowly
again with his dick. Her breathing became heavy as he sped up. Just when it seemed like Angel was about to climax, she let out a
loud gasp as Bobby thrust himself to the hilt hard and effortlessly inside her. He thrust deep and slowly at first, finding her G-spot each
time. "Oh, Bobby!" she called out in pleasured anguish. Angel wrapped her legs around his waist as her muscles tightened around his
dick. He sped up his thrusts as he felt Angel beginning to have her orgasm. He tensed up as he felt himself getting ready to come.
Bobby timed his orgasm with hers with a few more quick thrusts. He growled deep in his throat as he shot his load of semen deep
inside her.
Once he was spent, Bobby looked down at Angel. She smiled up at him, her breathing still heavy. "Are…are you okay? Did I…I
hurt you?" he asked. She shook her head. "I'm fine." She reached up and put her arms around his neck, pulling him down on top of
her as she kissed him. He pulled back to look at her. "What?" she asked. He rubbed his nose against hers and smiled. "You have this
amazing, beautiful glow about you. I enjoy seeing it every time after we make love." She blushed. "Well, you know how to put it
there," she said softly. Angel shivered a little as the cool air hit her skin. Bobby got up and retrieved the summer quilt they had
knocked down to the floor. He placed the quilt over her, then crawled under it himself. He laid on his side, propped up on one elbow
with his face in his hand. Angel slid closer to him, laying on her back looking up at him. She closed her eyes as he stroked her cheek
with his free hand. She sighed contently.
Angel opened her eyes, but didn't look at Bobby. She watched her toes wriggle under the covers and said, "I'm on birth control, just
in case you were wondering." Bobby grinned. "I know. I snuck a peek in your medicine cabinet when I got up and went to the
bathroom earlier." She looked up at him, then rolled her eyes. "Of course, you would," she said with a smile. "I almost forgot how
nosy you are." "Hey! I resemble that remark," he said with mock indignation. Angel giggled. Bobby leaned down and kissed her
softly on the lips. "I just want to say thank you for wanting to try to pick up where we left off," he said quietly. Angel reached up and
touched his cheek. "You don't have to thank me, Bobby. I'm just glad you wanted to try to do the same thing, too."
Bobby closed his eyes as he nuzzled his face in her hand. "How in the hell did you snag this incredible woman?" he thought to
himself. "Doesn't matter right now. What matters now is how do you keep from losing her." Angel turned on her side to face
Bobby, her hands on his chest. "You have most certainly worn me out," she said softly. He grinned. "No, I think you have that
backwards. You have worn this old man out." She giggled as he put his arms around her and pulled her closer to him. They laid face
to face. She freed one of her arms, putting it on top of Bobby's. "Take a nap, Handsome. You'll need more energy for round 2." His
eyebrows went up in surprise. "Oh. I do so enjoy threats of sexual pleasure from beautiful naked women." They laughed. Angel
kissed Bobby's lips, then closed her eyes. Within a matter of minutes, she had fallen asleep. Bobby watched her a few minutes more
before he closed his eyes and fell asleep with a smile on his face. "I've got my Angel," was the last thought to go across his mind
before drifting off to dream land.
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