Waking up with a start, I quickly look around the room. G.T.’s. I sigh and feel the sheets next to me, they are ice cold. He’s more than likely at the party for Diamond and that’s where he should be. I get up and get my purse off the desk. I open it pulling out three black and white pictures. The only pictures I have of Mia and look at each one, each only a small peanut on the paper.

“I love you, baby girl.” I whisper, but this time I don’t feel the twinge of tears that threaten every time I’ve look at them. Instead, a smile graces my lips remembering the feeling of having her grow inside of me.

The door opens and I jump. I look into the blue eyes of the man who has captivated me for most of my life. “You scared me.” I say quietly.

“Whatcha got there?” He points to my hands.

“Pictures of Mia.” His face twists as he steps closer.

“Can I see them?”

I smile. “Of course.” I hand them to him, his eyes graze the paper.

“She’s a little peanut.” I chuckle.

“That’s what I called her.” He hands the pictures back to me and sits on the bed. “What are we doing here?”

“Not exactly sure, never done it before. But I meant what I said in the limo, I’m not letting you go.”

My body pulsates with his words. So long I’ve waited to hear them. “I’m supposed to leave tomorrow.” I say quietly.

“I know, but you can’t. It’s too dangerous. Not right now. I know how important school is to you. We’ll get you set up with shit online or something. You will graduate, I promise you that, but you can’t be up there by yourself.”

“I don’t want to go back.” I whisper. “It’s where Mia was. That apartment is where I lost her.”

“Come here.” His arm splays open and I wrap my arms around his waist and hold on.

“Then you don’t go back.” He says matter-of-factly.

“I wish everything could be that simple.”

“Look at me.” I raise my head resting my chin on his hard chest. “It is that simple. We will figure out a way for you to get your degree and keep you safe. And because I’m selfish, keep you here with me.”

I smile up at him. “Selfish, huh?”

“Damn right.” I lift up on my tiptoes and bring my lips directly in line with his. His breath hitches and my hands snake down his thighs. “You want this?” he growls.

“Always.” I whisper on his lips. He doesn’t give me time to think. His hand reaches up behind my head pulling me to his lips, our lips performing a wonderful dance. He pulls me down on top of him and I straddle his hips feeling his growing length beneath my panties, along with the wetness that’s always there, always for him. He breaks away and stares into my eyes.

“You, Angel. Only you.” His nose dips down and grazes mine making me look up again. He kisses me again, but this kiss is full of promise, of hope, of love. I can feel it in every fiber of my body and I want to believe it. More than anything. I want this… him. Being as careful as I can not to touch his arm and shoulder, I place my arms on each side of his neck and begin rocking back and forth on his body.

Our lips do a magical dance that is sweet and caring, not like the other times. This is different, almost as if we are now on a different level. One thing I always love about G.T. is his intensity, but this… This is squeezing my heart.

I continue to rock my body against his, massaging him and feeling him grow hard as stone. Reaching up he weaves his fingers through my hair, pulling me exactly where he wants me, into a deep kiss, skyrocketing the already intense connection growing inside my body.

I pull away slowly needing to come up for air, my breath coming in small pants. I rest my forehead on his. “I need you, Angel.” My entire body ignites at his words, pulsating and throbbing. “Take your shirt off.” He orders and I eagerly comply, throwing it to the floor.

G.T.

Her perky pink nipples stand at attention and beg me to taste them. “Give them to me.” Casey rises up on her knees and places her hands on her tits giving them to my mouth. I love the way she listens during sex; it is such a fucking turn on. With my tongue and my teeth, I assault those beautiful buds. Putting one in my mouth, I suck hard feeling it elongate as I work it. Casey’s moans and mews spur me on. I love the noises she makes during sex.

Popping her nipple out of my mouth, I move to the second and give it the same treatment as the first. I have never met a woman before that could come just from getting her nipples sucked and bit, but to hell if my Angel can’t. Her breaths get shorter and shorter. She is close. I pull away. “Play with your clit.” Her hands drift down to her panties and her right hand slides right inside. One small graze and she set off like a lightning bolt. Her head falls back as she clamps her mouth closed muffling the sounds coming out. Fuck that.

Watching her fly off is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Her breathing slows and she lowers back down to my lap as her glazed eyes focus on mine. “Next time, I hear you. Got it?” She nods her head. “Can’t hear you.”

“Yes.”

“Angel. I’m gonna need your help here. Take off your panties.” She moves quickly and stands next to the bed as I lay down flat careful not to bump this damn arm. “Top drawer.” She smiles and reaches for the drawer pulling out a condom. I pull my pants down quickly using my feet to push them off completely. My dick springs free, she takes the condom and places it over my engorged head and rolls it down my shaft. Just the slight touch of her hand and I am ready to shoot off.

“Good?”

“Yeah, Angel. Climb up.” She positions herself above my dick and painfully slow, lowers herself inch by inch. I want to push up hard, but I hold back, at least for now. She begins riding up and down, her hair flings back and forth. The sight alone makes me fucking grow harder inside of her.

With her feet planted on either side of my hips, the only part of her body touching mine is her sweet pussy as she slides up and down. Her legs are strong as she rides harder and harder. My hips piston up hard, I use my legs to give me the strength my arm has taken away. Angel’s hands land on my abs and my hand on her hip.

I dig into her flesh and push her down hard with each thrust. “G.T.” She yells as her moans become louder and push me on.

“Touch yourself, now.” I bark. Her hand slowly descends down to her sweet pussy. She rubs as I watch my dick pump in and out of her tight wetness. It’s the best sight I’ve ever seen. “Come Angel.”

As if waiting for my command, she detonates screaming my name loud enough I knew every fucker in this place could hear her. Three more hard thrusts inside of her, I come hard shooting myself in the damn rubber. I hate these damn things, but they are a necessity. Angel is the only woman I have fucked without one, but with everything being so hard with Mia, it’s not the time.

Angel collapses on my good shoulder side careful not to touch the other. Her breathing is unbelievably labored as she tries catching her breath. I notice I am doing the same, but grip her tight not wanting to let go.

This first hour of church is in remembrance of Diamond. In here, the stories told involved club business that we didn’t need prying ears to hear. When the discussion turns to the day he died, I clam up inside. I wait for the judgment from my brothers, but it never comes. I can’t say I am relieved, because no amount of hatred anyone feels for me about the situation, can compare to how I feel about it.

Shaking myself off, I take in my surroundings. Pops sits at the head of the table. To his right is Dagger and to the left is an empty chair. My stomach twists knowing what is coming.

“Alright, next. G.T. glad to have you back, son.” Pops says pleased. “Tell the brothers how you’re feeling.”