Read PLAYED - A BRITISH BAD BOY ROMANCE Online
Authors: Nikki Wild
Angel
In my darkest moment
when I needed him most, Trent had come for me. The impact that had on my world
was profoundly changing, and I finally realized that I could truly, honestly
trust him. From that moment on, nothing was ever the same again.
I felt like the most
special girl in the world.
Once we had dropped
the motorcycle off, Trent and I took a cab to the airport. While he checked in
with the airlines and bought us a pair of tickets back north, I couldn’t help
but reflect upon everything I’d been through.
It seemed so crazy to
remember myself as being trapped in Riverton and desperate to leave. It felt so
long ago, although it had only really been a few weeks. From the night he’d
walked into my bar, he’d changed my world… and I’d changed his.
We brought out the
best of each other.
“Are you ready?” He
asked, dispelling my thoughts.
I turned to face him.
Trent was smiling down at me, the most loving grin I’d ever seen plastered
across his face.
This was it. No
breakaway bag, no clothes, no history, no family, and no money. He was truly,
honestly looking at me like I was the most valuable thing in the whole world.
“Yeah… I’m ready,” I smiled back.
“Next few days are
going to be hard, Angel. We’re meeting up with a detective back home. You’re
going to tell him everything you remember… can you do that for me?”
“I’ll do anything for
you, Trent.”
“Good,” he replied,
sighing with relief. “Listen, I snagged us a pair of first class tickets.
There’s an outbound flight that’s leaving in about fifty minutes. You ready to
get the hell out of here?”
I nodded. “I was born
ready.”
We walked together,
side by side.
He and I were a force
to be reckoned with.
Occasionally, someone
would glance over at him with faint recollection. Occasionally, he would earn a
quick double take. He popped into a small shop and quickly bought a baseball
cap and a pair of sunglasses, handing me a pair as well.
“Just like old times,
huh?”
He smiled slyly,
pocketing the receipt and threading the glasses around his ears.
“You’ve got it.”
After that, we
wandered towards the proper terminal, stopping to use the restroom and grab a
bite to eat before our flight. Everything from the last few days felt like a
fading dream, and although I’d never forget what he’d done for me… I was just
so happy to be back with him.
During our wait, we
sat down together in a pair of available seats – with myself resting against
his side and under his strong, comforting arm.
Some time passed, and
before I knew it, I realized that I was yawning and opening my eyes. There was
the slight recollection of a dream, something about dangerous shadows and being
unable to move, and my own guardian angel coming for me…
“It’s our time,”
Trent was whispering to me.
“Did I…did I doze
off?”
I stretched, peeling
myself off of his sturdy frame. For a moment, I was terrified that I’d drooled
onto him, but I realized that
Sleeping
Angel
had kept her shit together.
Thankfully.
“Just for a little
while,” he nodded. “I let you sleep about as long as I could…but we need to get
going now.”
The flight back was
kind of uneventful. With Trent’s insistence, I tried to get my rest. I fell
back asleep easier than I thought I would, finally letting the weight of the
day collapse around me. The experiences so fresh in my mind made my sleep
fitful at times. My dreams were dark and cloudy, and I felt alone and scared.
Every moment that I
opened my eyes, my beloved Trent was there, holding and comforting me. I knew
that the dreams would probably be like this for a little while, but I felt at
peace that he would be there, every step of the way.
The sun was rising in
the distance. With its light guiding the way, Trent and I watched the clouds
roll by while we flew over state after state. From up here, the stresses of the
world below were nothing to us; like an Angel in flight, there was nothing here
but smooth skies, beautiful cloud cover, and a sunrise that brought tears to my
eyes.
“That’s so
beautiful,” I murmured to him.
“It really is,” Trent
nodded.
The tip of his index
finger slid beneath my chin, and he gazed down deep into my eyes. We stared
into one another, our gaze as unbreakable as our bond. This man had saved me
the night that we met. While his intentions had been different back then, I
could see no traces of rampant lust or ulterior motives in his soul.
He simply loved me
with all his heart.
“I love you, Trent,”
I whispered.
“Angel, my darling… I
love you too.”
As we kissed, the
sun’s early rays illuminating the heavens beyond, I knew that no matter what
the future brought… with Trent Masters in my life, I was finally home.
Trent
Six days.
That’s how long it
took to put the asshole in jail. Her mother tried to play completely ignorant.
For her sake, I hoped she
didn’t
know
what that man did to Angel. I was just glad to know we wouldn’t be seeing him
again anytime soon.
We’d finally settled
in, our home free of the police and the media who’d been storming this place
since we got back. Angel had finally calmed down. Her sleeping fits had
relaxed, and she woke up refreshed for the first time since I found her again.
The experience had
drained me, too, although not nearly as much. To my surprise and satisfaction,
I didn’t hear a peep out of Steven, nor the rest of the band.
There would be time
for them soon.
However, there were
much more important things on my mind for the time being. I hadn’t dreamed of
being physical with Angel for a while after such a harrowing, traumatic
experience, but she’d started showing hints that she was ready for things to
return to normal between us.
That’s why, the first day after she woke
up refreshed, I took her out for a day of calming and relaxation. While she was
enjoying a therapeutic day of mud baths, massages, and mani-pedis, I took care
of a few errands – mainly, striking the fear of God into the traitors who had
almost separated us forever.
Once I’d come home
confident that I wouldn’t have any more
surprises
like that, I took a dip in the pool and a relaxing shower. There were
things she and I needed to discuss, but I still wanted the night to be one that
she would always remember.
I half-dragged Angel
around through the door and across the house. She struggled to keep up with me,
but didn’t speak a word of complaint. Sliding the back patio door open, and we
stepped out on the topless porch. There wasn’t a cloud across the night sky,
exposing all the twinkling stars in all their glory.
She instinctively
placed her hands against the bannister lining, her back towards me. As she
delicately but casually steadied herself, my hands fell upon her beautiful
shoulders.
“Is everything ok?” she
asked quietly.
“Tell me why you left, Angel…”
She cast her eyes
downward, trying to avoid my probing gaze. I knew that she didn’t want to
disappoint me, but it was time that we finally had this discussion.
“Your manager, he said…”
“No, Angel. Don’t put
this on someone else. I need to know what you were thinking,” I replied in the
calmest voice I could muster. Just thinking of him made me grit my teeth, but I
needed to be comforting and understanding to her now.
“I didn’t want to
drag you down. You, this band, your future. I’m a nobody… I don’t deserve
this.”
“Do you mean that,
babe?” I whispered. “Is that really how you feel?”
She sighed. “If you’d
asked me that a week and a half ago, I’d have said yes. I don’t know how I feel
anymore. You’ve made me so happy, and you’ve been so understanding… I know I
don’t deserve this, but goddammit, Trent, I don’t want this to ever end…”
“Angel, meeting you
is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Before you came into my life, I
was going through the fucking motions. I was a broken, filthy, unclean man,
barely happy with what I had… and looking for something,
anything
real. I had resigned myself to my fate… to a life of cold
cynicism, flaming out early and never making anything more of myself.
When she didn’t
respond, I continued.
“But Angel… you make
me want to be better. You make me
feel
better,
about myself, my place in the world, everything I can possibly fathom. You
think I don’t know where you’re coming from? Trust me, I never deserved any of
this shit,” I said, waving my hand around at our surroundings. “And I sure as
hell
never deserved you.”
My beloved looked up
at me, her pretty eyes full of tears, and I said the words I knew she needed to
hear again. I would spend my entire life hammering the point home, if that’s
what it took.
“I love you, Angel. I
will
always
love you.”
Those gorgeous
windows into her soul glistened over as the tears ran down her cheeks.
Caressing the side of her face, I brushed them aside. She clasped onto my
forearm with both hands, holding me close.
“I love you too,
Trent. Oh god, can you forgive me for being so stupid? I’ll never leave you
again.”
“Never?” I asked,
sensing the moment.
Angel matched my
gaze, filling her eyes with love and… something somehow more. Her soul burned
with complete adoration and a rising, primal hunger. After all, we hadn’t been
intimate in a week.
One look in those
beautiful eyes, and I knew that she was definitely ready.
“…Never.”
I didn’t let a second
pass. I pulled her into a deep, satisfying kiss, my hands sliding across her
shoulders and clasping her soft skin. As I felt Angel gasp into my lips, I ran
my strong hands down her arms, tracing her silhouette and cupping her ample
bosom.
Angel’s murmurs of
pleasure sent a burning chasm of need through my body. I could feel it in my
lungs, in my fingertips, and
definitely
in
my twitching cock, awakening from its long slumber.
My hands slid to her
back, and with a powerful tug I shredded her blouse. As she gasped, I pulled it
all the way apart, ripping the cloth free from her body.
Her round, perfect
breasts were immediately exposed for my hands, and I graciously wrapped my
fingers around them.
I could already feel
her erect little peaks.
Her nipples were
springing to action.
I was going to make
sure Angel never,
ever
left my side
again… with the most extravagant night of sex that she could possibly imagine.
My lips found her
neck, nestling into the lean muscle. Parting them, I bit down, enjoying the
sweet taste of her skin. I could feel her gasp, her neck stretched out for me
as I took her in.
Yes.
I was going to make
this special.
Hunger overcame me,
but I pushed it back down. Instead of ripping her body completely bare for me,
and penetrating her against the railing, I took my time: slowly, surely
shimmying her out of her jeans. I left her panties and socks alone, simply
casting the leggings aside – already forgotten to me.
With my loving
partner in just her panties and socks, I allowed my fingers to set to work.
They carefully, firmly traced the contours of her skin, gliding across her
curves and her creases. I wanted to memorize every last detail, every slight
dip of her flesh.
My eyes closed,
letting my fingertips do the seeing for me.
The picture they
painted was that of a trembling but confident woman, a woman who knew that she
was loved and protected by the one she cared for most. They told me the tale of
a woman who knew it was all going to be okay from now on.
But they told me
more.
The painting
increased in depth.
My shuddering,
exposed partner suffered from inflicted uncertainty. Her contorted memories
were an unstable foundation upon which she built herself up, shakily rising to
meet coming challenges.
She didn’t know for
certain whom she was.
But I knew I could help
her decide.
Every step of the
way, I’d be there.
I’d always be ready
to support her.
Ready to hold her up.
My fingertips began
to squeeze, to dig into her bare skin. I couldn’t hold myself back much
longer…but I knew how to diffuse a little heat
and
keep it all about her.
My hand slid down,
and I grabbed a handful of her ass beneath her panties. With a slight gasp of
pleasure slipping from her lips, I lifted the other up, gently caressing her
breast again. My thumb slid across her nipple, playing with the tight, engorged
nub…
She was pushing
against me now, indicating subtly her readiness. But it wasn’t quite time yet.
Instead, I slipped my
hand around front, diving into back into her panties. My intrepid finger hadn’t
even parted her lips before I could feel her enticing nectar.
“Angel, you’re so
wet,” I whispered huskily.
She simply nodded
breathlessly.
“We should do something about this…”
With that, I dove the
finger inside, eager to please her. Her muscles clenched down around the digit.
She was so fantastically tight that I was afraid she might crush it, but I
slowly, gently worked her drenched mound into submission.
My thumb found her
engorged bead, hiding beneath the hood and ready for my touch. Taking care to
not overstimulate it, I gave it ample attention as well.
Her restrained
bucking and deep breaths told me everything that I needed to know.
As I pushed her
further, sliding a second finger deep inside, I listened and watched for every
last signal her body was sending me.
They all screamed one
thing:
Fuck me.
But no…not yet.
There will be time
for that soon.
I finally pushed her
panties down, over her thighs, stripping her to her socks. She stepped out of
them quickly, trying to turn around to unleash my throbbing tool from its prison
within my jeans.
Instead, I drew her
over to a nearby luxury patio chair, coercing her to sit down comfortable in
it. Stripping her socks off, I had her where I wanted her – without a thread on
her body, her ankles parted for me.
I climbed down on top
of her, kissing her lips deeply. I trailed down to her breasts, suckling her
ample bosom and flicking her nipples with my tongue. Afterwards, I pressed a
line of kisses down between her thighs…
But I hadn’t tossed
the socks aside. Instead, I quickly bound her wrists down to the chair, eager
to completely control her.
She was ready.
She was
mine
.
Angel looked up at me
with an inquisitive, aroused glance. While I let her briefly fight the binds, I
reached over for one of the shredded pieces of her shirt. To my satisfaction,
it was just long enough for what I intended.
And what I
intended
was pure satisfaction.
I folded it over a
few times, and then set about tying it around her head. With her improvised
bindings and blindfold in place, I decided that it was time.
Pressing my lips to
her thighs, I kissed all over, worshiping the tantalizing flesh. But my
restraint could only last so long, and I began to hungrily lap at her wet
folds.
While Angel moaned
and fought the restraints, I set to work. Her delicate, delicious lips were
perfect for my tongue as I poked inside her, tasting her sweetness.
Her fluids ran down
my chin. They were delicious, flush with her very essence.
Meanwhile, I took
advantage of her dominated form. With my partner at my very mercy, I ran my
fingernails tantalizingly down her skin, clenching into her sweet, supple
flesh.
I could feel her pull
against the bindings.
I could feel her body
submit to the pleasure.
And it only pushed me
forward.
My tongue darted
deeper into her creases, my lips practically adjoined to her own, lower set.
Angel bucked her hips into my hot, wet mouth, eager for more, needing more,
requiring more of my warmth and my explosive touch.