Final Surrender (11 page)

“Everything okay?” Mark asked.

A growl of, “Fine,” echoed back from both of them.

“Gotta work out your differences,” Mark mused before turning the corner. “Okay…well…good night,” he said as he made his way back to bed. “Just hope you don’t kill each other before you work them out,” he added just loud enough for them to hear.

They both sucked in oxygen, trying to keep themselves under control.

Clay approached her and before he knew it, she had turned, clutching her stomach, backing away from him.

He reached for her. “Angela, I—”

“Don’t touch me, please,” she begged, voice hoarse with emotion.

His arm fell to his side as she turned and practically ran down the hall to her room.

She caught only a glimpse of him standing in the hallway watching her until she closed the door, flicking the lock in place before hanging her head in defeat.

The thin strip of light coming under the door went out, and she heard him go into the guest room and shut the door.

Hours later, she was still affected by her encounter with Clay. She stood in her dark bathroom, splashing cold water on her face, willing her heart to slow down, wanting nothing more than the swollen feeling of her pussy to ease just enough so she could sleep.

She leaned against the cool wall, trying to relax.

But he’s in the next room
.

All she could do was close her eyes and remember the only night she had ever been whole in the arms of a man.

The man she loved.

God, if only she could let go of that night…

Chapter Eleven

Ten Years Prior

Angela awoke several hours later, heart racing, a light sheen of sweat coating her body.

Her eyes popped open and she was disoriented for a second before she remembered where she was and who was next to her. His body was bathed in nothing but moonlight.

She took several steadying breathes to calm her nerves, but she couldn’t figure out why her body thrummed with adrenaline.

Clay released a muffled groan beside her.

She bolted up next to him, letting the covers fall away from her breasts, and she watched as he clenched and unclenched his fists. His body went rigid with some kind of nightmare.

Angie shuddered to think of what haunted his dreams that even she shied away from them in her sleep.

“Clay?” she called his name softly to rouse him from his dream. His muscles twitched, trying to evade the phantoms chasing him, but he remained unconscious.

Angela grabbed his arm and shook him roughly and said louder, “Wake up, Clay—it’s a bad dream and you need to wake up.”

He thrashed and twisted, along with her heart.

She threw the covers off completely, straddling his body. His body responded to hers immediately, his erection growing beneath her.

She rubbed her hot wetness against him and his cock, hard and ready for her, sprang to life. His breathing stayed elevated but she hoped it was for a different reason this time.

Angela held his face still. “It’s a bad dream. Only a bad dream,” she whispered close to his mouth. “Please wake up.” She nibbled on his bottom lip, coaxing him with her body to find her in his fear. “I promise, tonight the real world is better than whatever you’re dreaming about.”

She captured his mouth in the sweetest of kisses, trying to send him all of her calming feelings. She didn’t want to see him upset. He deserved better than that.

Still in a fog he held her waist, rubbing his dick up and down her sensitive cleft.

He returned the passionate kiss, sliding his tongue into her mouth.

A quiet moan of desire escaped her lips when Clay rolled her over and placed himself between her legs.

“Thank you,” Clay said as he finally stared into her eyes and sank deep inside her with one fluid push.

Angela dug her fingernails into his thick shoulder muscles as she found her voice. “What are you thanking me for?” she fought to say between heavenly strokes.

Her back came off the bed and Clay found her pert nipples waiting to be sucked as his tongue darted out and flicked across one of the tight buds.

She gasped when he moved inside her again. A staccato rhythm pushing her toward another climax that she could feel tingling at the top of her head.

“For waking me,” Clay finally answered as he grabbed her hips and tugged her with him as he knelt in front of her on the bed.

Her backside came to rest on his thighs and he placed her small feet on his shoulders. He palmed her breast, pinching her nipples as he placed the thumb of his other hand on her clit. She was so turned on that it stuck out from its protective hood—he found it easily and never stopped fucking her.

All she could remember to do was breathe. At times she had to remind herself to do even that. “You’re welcome…” she managed barely above a whisper, as her thoughts revolved around him and his expert distraction.

Her breathing came faster and faster as she felt her orgasm spiraling through her body. Just a few thrusts away from clamping down on the wonderful invasion of her body. “Oh, Clay, I need you.” After another breath she added, “I’ve needed this for so long.”

Clay increased his rhythm, fucking her as hard and as deep as he thought she could handle. Her back came off the bed again and she groaned as he ordered, “Squeeze all the muscles in your lower body.”

She complied, panting, reflexively thrusting her hips as best she could as Clay shoved her legs back on the bed, leaning over her body.

Angela wrapped her hands around his neck, bringing his face close to hers. She could feel his hot breath on her mouth as he said, “I want to see you come with me inside you. I want to see your face as I sink into you over and over. To feel your nipples get harder beneath my hand. Come for me.” He squeezed her nipples in turn as Angela brought his mouth down to hers.

She sucked his bottom lip into her mouth and then ran her tongue across it.

Clay thrust again, aiming himself upward so that on each stroke he hit that sweet spot deep inside.

Angela held her breath and closed her eyes, but Clay growled, “Look at me.”

She forced her eyelids open as she wetted her lips with her tongue. She tightened her grasp on his dick by squeezing the muscles surrounding him and held his face close to hers with two fistfuls of hair.

“Good God, Angie,” Clay rasped against her mouth as he barely retained control over his own orgasm.

She kissed him passionately. “I’m a fast learner. Perhaps you forgot that.”

She dug her heels into the bed, thrusting her hips upward on every movement he made. Easily matching his enthusiasm if not his level of experience.

Sparkles of warmth ignited where they were intertwined and exploded throughout her body a moment later. She screamed something about heaven she was sure he couldn’t discern as she held her hips off the bed with sheer will power for a moment longer as Clay buried himself inside her convulsing heat.

“Angie…so sweet,” he proclaimed as he spilled his seed inside her.

They both sank back onto the mattress as they broke eye contact and their breathing came out in rapid pants. Gulping in air as fast as they could, both parties shaking as the orgasm they shared still wreaked havoc on their bodies.

Angela tingled all over. Not knowing how her body contained the sensations she just experienced. She had gotten off before, by her own hand, sure. Quite a few times imagining what this would feel like. What it would be like to have Clay inside her.

She wanted more of him already and scraped her teeth across his bare shoulder.

He pushed himself above her with shaky arms as she ran her hands down his back.

She smiled up at him flawlessly, completely content as she grabbed his ass, squeezed and said, “Hi!”

He flopped over on his back, laughing heartily.

She stretched like a lazy cat, flipping onto her stomach. She folded her hands under her pillow, facing him with a warm grin lighting her face.

He looked over at her skin that was still quite flushed from their lovemaking and turned on his side to run his hands over her body. He was so handsome, so beautiful to her. She wondered how she was ever going to be able to walk away.

Angela saw the flash of something cross his eyes as his eyebrows pulled down into a bit of a scowl. Thinking he was remembering his dream, she asked, “What were you dreaming about when I woke you? What do you see when you sleep?”

He closed his eyes, shook his head and tried to change the subject instead.

“How is it you always know when I need you? You knew it when we were kids and you knew it tonight. How is that?” he asked as he opened his eyes to stare over at her again.

Angela tried to smooth the worry from his face and answered, “I can just feel you somehow. Normally only when you are really sad or…on edge.” She didn’t want to say afraid, because she didn’t want him to be scared, nor did she want to picture him in any scenario that he should be afraid of.

“But how do you do it?” he asked again.

She tucked her hand back underneath herself and shrugged. “I can just feel…your distress if you want to put it that way. I can normally do it with Mark, too. I’m just attuned to you, I guess.”

As soon as she said Mark’s name she wished she could have taken it back. Clay pulled back just a little bit, regret filling his eyes.

He continued running his fingers over her skin, but it felt different to her.

She tended to go silent when she was nervous, but she pushed it aside. She couldn’t let him dismiss her so easily. “Now that your attempt at changing the subject didn’t work, will you tell me what you were dreaming about?”

He looked at her, running his fingertips over her mouth that held what she hoped was a reassuring smile.

“You don’t want to hear about my dreams, Angela,” he stated matter-of-factly. He rolled over and put his feet on the floor as he sat on the edge of the bed, ready to get up.

Angela wasn’t about to let him walk away from her in this state so she sat up and wrapped her arms around him as she sat on her knees behind him.

She got a shock as her sensitive nipples brushed his powerful back and her legs screamed in protest since she’d used them in ways she never had before tonight.

She tried to push her growing need aside and replied, “You have been a part of my life for so long you are a part of me. You hold my heart as no one else has and yes…I want to know what you dream.”

Clay reached up and held on to her arms as her heat surrounded him.

“Damn, you smell good. We don’t have a lot of time, and I don’t want to waste it talking about my fucking nightmares.”

He pulled her around in front of him so she straddled him and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. His dick was ready to be inside her again and they both took a stuttered breath when the crown of his erection touched her swollen wet flesh.

He probably knew she wouldn’t take no for an answer if he tried to side step her questioning again so he ran his hands up and down her back, cupping her backside. “I thankfully don’t remember my dream at the moment and I don’t want to remember it if it was anything like most nights.

“I have seen things that no person should have to witness and done things in the name of freedom that no one should have to remember.” Clay’s eyes glazed over as he said more. “I dream of faces that are no more and faceless people that are after me. They are not nice dreams and I say thank you again for waking me.”

He opened his eyes to find her staring at him, loving him whether he wanted to believe it or not. She wouldn’t ever be his forever, but she wanted him nonetheless.

“I wish I could take them from you,” she stated as she ran her hands through his hair.

Clay grabbed Angela’s backside and scooted her closer to his chest as he moved farther back onto the bed. He had great aim for when she relaxed, the tip of his dick pressed firmly against her wet opening.

He pushed into her, making her whimper. “You can at least help me forget for a little while. You can be my therapy for tonight. Want the job?”

Slowly, he spread a row of kisses along her neck and collarbone as she deliberated on his offer, and he was highly convincing as he reached behind her and pulled her farther apart, barely pushing inside her now very wet pussy.

“I’ll take the job, but it will come at a very high price, sir.”

“What price is that?” he managed to get out before she pushed him down on the bed, sinking onto him in the same instant.

Clay groaned through gritted teeth as she rode him as she’d always fantasized about. His balls pulled tight against the base of his dick, his jaw locked down tight, fighting to hold back from coming.

Angela ground herself on his cock that was somehow harder and thicker than it had been just a few minutes ago. She didn’t think guys were suppose to be ready so quickly after satisfying themselves, but Clay sure didn’t have any problems.

“I want it my way,” she explained as she pulled herself almost completely off his shaft, settling back onto him slowly. She felt like a goddess poised above him. Controlling the angle, the speed, the intensity as she took what she wanted and gave him herself in return. “Therapeutic only of course,” she added and then relished every inch of his manhood as she slid over him wetly.

“Your way is fucking fine.”

Clay held her waist, helping her position herself how she wanted to be. “You’re so tiny,” he mumbled, as he watched his dick disappear again and again into her welcoming body.

Since Clay held her she could put her hands on his knees, leaning back, enjoying him. She loved how he buried himself deep inside her and she put her head back and moved her hips in such a way that each time she sank down onto him, her clit dragged down his stiff flesh as well. Shivers of anticipation of her climax rippled through her body as she continued to increase the pace of their lovemaking.

Clay’s fingers dug into her flesh. “You are beautiful, Angela. Beautiful is a sincere understatement. I can’t believe I waited this long to have you.”

Angela smiled as she looked down into his face. “Let’s not make me wait as long for next time, okay?”

A slightly haunted look came across Clay’s face for an instant before it was gone.

He stared back into her eyes and while still holding her with one sizable hand, he reached between them where they met and wet his thumb in their mingled juices.

He rolled his thumb over her clit just enough so she’d slip down harder and faster to get the contact she craved.

A boisterous laugh burst from his mouth. “I think I’ve created a monster. Would you slow down and enjoy yourself? You are already going to have trouble walking tomorrow since I can’t remember to be gentle with you. At the rate you’re going, you won’t be able to walk for a week.”

She leaned forward, catching herself on his shoulders, frantically grinding her clit against his thumb.

“I have no intention of slowing down or taking it easy or pacing myself,” she replied in a huff as she continued to gyrate her hips up and down on him just as she wanted.

Clay grabbed her hips, pitching her to her side before she could complain. He held her top leg up and out of the way so he had better access to seduce her with his steel-hard cock.

“If you aren’t going to slow it down, then let me show you what you’ve been missing.”

He penetrated her deeper and faster than he had before. He sucked her earlobe into his mouth, whispering to her, “I want you, Angela. I want to bury myself inside you and never come up for air. You are the most exquisite piece of ass I have ever had and, by God as my witness, you are mine.”

Angela’s skin was rosy from all the exercise, but when he whispered something else in her ear she blushed crimson.