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I clap happily while smiling, having a great thought.

Slade stops what he’s doing and turns to face me with a smirk on his face. “Why are you clapping?”

“Well, I have an idea that will make him a little bit happier.” I put each foot in a leg of my jeans and notice him watching me. I watch him swallow as his eyes glide up my legs as I wiggle into my jeans. I rock my hips from side to side slowly, and a little more than I needed to. For his benefit, of course. His eyes cloud over with lust at my actions.

“What?” he asks softly like he can’t find his voice.

I bite my lip to hide a smile as he shakes his head. He turns away from me and pulls on a pair of lightly faded blue jeans.

“The first Rams game is in three weeks. He should come to the game with us. He can even bring someone if he wants.” I bend over to grab my heels out of my bag, but Slade grabs me from behind and picks me up.

“What are you doing baby?” I ask, laughing as he spins me around.
It didn’t even hurt!
Thank God, my body is back to normal. My bruises are still there, but fading away.

He puts me down and spins me around. “With us?” He cocks a dark eyebrow.

“Yeah...” I answer slowly. “Did you not want to go? You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I just assumed you’d want to go with me.” I wanted to spend as much time with his as possible. I never stopped to think if he felt the same way.

“You think I would let you go without me? No way! Just so you know, I’m going to every game with you. And I’m paying you for all the tickets.” He lets go of me and turns to walk out of the closet.

“Oh no. I bought those tickets. I’m giving them to you.” I enter the bedroom, and he’s not in there. Guess he thought that was the end of the discussion.
Not quite!
As I finish getting ready, he comes back.

“Come on. We’ve got to go, or we’ll be late meeting Josh.”

As we enter the garage, I look over at the far end of his six car garage and notice a Chevy truck. It’s a black four door lifted Chevy with blacked out windows and monstrous tires and pretty chrome wheels.
How did he even get that truck in this garage?

“Has that truck always been there?” I point to it as I stand by his car.

“Yes,” he chuckles softly. “It’s always been there. You’ve never seen it because you were either extremely drunk, or already passed out by the time we arrived.”

Hmm.

He helps me in his car. “Do you not drive it much? Every time I’ve seen you, you’ve been in your car.”

“I do every now and then.” He backs out of the garage, then reaches for his visor to close it. “Do you like trucks?” He slides a glance my way.

“I learned how to drive in a truck.” I smile, looking out the window. “My dad had a sixty nine fire engine red Chevy. He used to let me drive it around his property. I spent a lot of time in that truck.” I look up at the sky, thinking of how much I miss him. “Well, actually, I still have it.”

“What do you mean you still have it?” he asks slowly.

“He left me everything when he passed. The only thing I got rid of was his company. I still own his house and a couple of his cars. They are all back in Tulsa. I couldn’t get rid of it.”

I look over to Slade, and his eyes are on mine as we sit at a stop light. I know my dad would have loved him. Their looks remind me a lot of one another.

He’s still staring at me, and the light has turned green. “The light is green, Slade.” I nod my head to the road. He doesn’t say anything as he pushes on the gas. As we get out on the highway, his cell rings. He answers it through his Bluetooth.

“Hey, Micah,” he says in greeting.
Micah always calls when we are in the car.

“Hey, Slade. Is Sam with you?”

“Yes, you’re on speaker if you want to talk to her. Go ahead.”

“Awesome! I actually want to talk to both of you.’’ He takes a deep breath “Will you two come to Mom and Dad’s tomorrow night for dinner?’’

Slade looks over to me for a quick second, giving me a curious look before returning his eyes to the road.

“Yes,” Slade says, turning on his blinker to change lanes.

“Great! Listen I want both of you there...” he takes a deep breath, “because I’m going to ask Holly to marry me tomorrow night at dinner.” He said it so fast that I almost missed what he said.

“That’s fantastic!” Slade says excitedly.

“Congratulations!” I can’t hold back my excitement.

“That is wonderful. I’m so happy for you guys. And thank you for wanting me to be there.” I can’t wait to see the look on Holly’s face when Micah proposes.

Slade slides me another look, only he has that breathtaking smile on his face this time; the one that makes my heart stop and my breath catch. I can’t help but stare a few extra seconds after he looks away from me to watch the road.

“Thanks. I’m so nervous she’s going to say no. I mean, what if it’s too fast? What if she thinks I’m rushing her? What if she gets mad and moves out? I can’t lose her. I love her so much.”

Slade and I both laugh.

“Micah, she is going to say yes. She loves you more than anything. And it’s not too fast. You guys have been together for three years,” I reassure him.

“Yeah, you’re right. See, this is why I need you there. And also you’re her best friend. I know she would much rather have you there, than to have to call and explain everything afterwards.”

We all laugh.

“So true.” Slade looks over at me and grabs my hand, holding onto it as he rests them on the center console.

“Hey, Sam, Mom wanted me to ask you if you could make your triple chocolate caramel cake since it’s Holly’s favorite. If not, it’s ok,” he reassures me.

“Yes, it’s no problem.” My face is starting to hurt from smiling so wide.

“Okay, I’ll let you guys go. Call me later, Slade.” He hangs up.

Slade brings our hands up to his lips and kisses the back of my hand before setting them back down. “So you bake a mean chocolate cake, huh?” he asks, smiling.

“I’m not one to brag,” I laugh. “Yeah, I love to cook and bake. I’ll pretty much try to make anything.” I shrug my shoulders. “Not saying that it all turns out well, but I’ll give it a try.’’

“Lemon bars.”

“Huh?”

“Lemon bars. They are my favorite thing to eat.” He shrugs his shoulders. “In case you decide to make me something.” He looks over at me, smiling, and wiggles his eyebrows.

We pull into Dulany’s Grille & Pub. I’ve never been here, but have heard a lot about it. As we walk in, we see Josh already at a table, drinking a Bud Light and looking lost. My heart breaks for him. He looks up and plasters a fake smile on his face when he sees us.

“Hey guys. Hope I didn’t interrupt any plans today.”

“Nope,” I shake my head.

He turns to ask Slade if he wants a beer before he turns to ask me the same.

“No, thanks,” I say before he turns his attention back over to Slade. I clear my throat to get their attention. “Josh, do you have any plans on the seventeenth of this month?”

“I don’t think so. Why? What’s up? Are you guys thinking a weekend trip to Vegas or something?” His eyes go wide like a little boy on Christmas morning. “You know you can’t just go for a weekend, though. You got to go for like four days. At least!”

Slade laughs. “No, although that does sound like fun. Hmmm. We will have to plan a trip. All of us to Vegas, even Holly and Micah.”

“Yeah, yeah! We could stay at—”

I don’t let Josh finish. “Okay, we are off topic here.” They both look at me, and I smile. “Anyway, the seventeenth. Slade and I want you to come to the Rams game with us.”

Josh face lights up and that lost look is a distant memory. “Really?” His smile drops. “That’s a great offer, but I don’t want to be the third wheel. You guys go and enjoy the game. Alone. But together, ya know?”

“We want you to go. You can bring someone if you’d like?” I look away from Josh to look at Slade, and he’s just staring at me. His head tilted to the side and resting in his hand as his elbow is on the table. His beautiful blue eyes bore into mine while his lips are in a soft smile. Just staring, I get a warming feeling in my chest and have to look away.

“I don’t have anyone to bring,” he shakes his head lightly.

“How about this? I’ve wanted my best friend from Tulsa to come visit. How about she comes down and goes with us?” I hold up my hand. “I’m not trying to set you up or anything. Just four friends going to a game and drinking some beer. It will be fun. She’s loves football just as much as I do.” I give him a confident smile.

“Yeah, that sounds like fun.” He nods his head, and he looks like he’s trying to reassure himself.

“I’m just going to warn you two now...we girls can get pretty rowdy and loud. We scream and yell at the other team, throw food, cuss...we can be some crazy fans.” I shrug my shoulders, looking down at my menu.

I feel eyes staring at me, and I start to feel uncomfortable. I’m trying to look over the menu, but I’m not seeing the words I’m looking at. I’m about to break and look up, when my phone rings. I dig it out of my purse. Courtney. I swear she has ESP.

“I’m going to take this real quick. I’ll be right back.” I get up from the table, keeping my eyes on my phone. They still haven’t said anything to me, and I hope I didn’t say something wrong, or make Josh feel uncomfortable. That was not my intention.

I step outside and answer my phone.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

SLADE

“She’s amazing, isn’t she?”

Josh laughs and shakes his head.

“What?”

“I told you she was different.” He puts a hand on my shoulder, lightly shaking it. “And you, my friend, are falling in love with her if you haven’t already.”

Is this love? Wanting to be with someone twenty-four seven? Fuck, if it was up to me she would never leave my house.

“Holly told me to be careful. What do you think she meant? That I’ll hurt her?”

Josh picks the label off his beer and laughs. “No,” is all he says.

“Want to give me y
our
opinion then?” I place my forearms flat on the table.

He looks up at me, no longer laughing. “She was telling
you
to be careful. We all knew you would fall for her.”

I raise an eyebrow.

“We never thought she would fall for you.”

I frown.

“I mean, Jax was a fucking pussy. Whereas you...” he shrugs, “you’re the town’s bad boy. We figured she would never give you the time of day. I don’t mean that in a bad way. Like I told you, she’s special. She actually cares for people and their feelings. And she doesn’t do second chances, so if you have one moment of weakness and fuck around on her, she
will
leave you, and that will leave you missing the best thing you ever had.” He shakes his head. “That, my friend, is something a man can never recover from. No matter how many different women you get with.’’ He lifts his beer and downs the rest of it, leaving me staring at him speechless.

“Hey, sorry about that.” Angel joins us back at the table and sits down. “That was Courtney, my friend in Tulsa.” She laughs. “What are the odds? Anyway, she’s going to come up and go to the game.” She smiles as we remain silent. I watch the smile drop off her face and she turns to Josh. “I’m sorry if I upset you. I didn’t mean to pressure you. I just thought it would be fun.”

She looks down and picks her menu back up. Josh is giving me his, ‘
I told you she cared about other people’s feelings’
look, then he turns his head to her and smiles.

“I think it sounds great. I want to pay you for the tickets, though.”

That gets Angel to snap her head up. “No,” she shakes her head. “It’s my treat.”

“Okay, then. Wait, how about we rent a few hotel rooms downtown the Saturday night before? We can have dinner at the hotel restaurant, then go for a drink at the bar. Kind of like a mini vacation, but we’ll still be in town. It will also save us from sitting in traffic, trying to get to the game.”

“That sounds perfect.” I look over to see Angel smile.

Our waitress comes over to take our orders. Honestly, I don’t even know what I ordered. All I can think about is the realization that I’ve fallen in love with Angel. I start to ask the same questions that my brother had asked earlier. Is it too soon? If I show or tell her how I feel, will she turn and run the other way?

I hear Josh and Sam talking about my brother proposing to Holly tomorrow, but I’m not paying attention to the conversation. My phone vibrates in my pocket, getting my attention.

Jessica:
Are we going to meet tomorrow or what?

Me:
No! Don’t contact me anymore. I’m in a relationship with someone.

I delete the message, place my phone on silent and then put my phone back in my pocket.

Lunch goes by quickly, and I stay silent as thoughts of Angel run through my mind. I just keep reminding myself that I need to give her time.

“Is everything ok?”

I keep my eyes on the road as Angel talks to me from my passenger seat. “Yes. Why wouldn’t it be?” She sighs, so I take a quick glance over at her. Her head is down while her hands sit in her lap.

“You’re just being quiet. I thought you were mad about something.”

“No. I do hate that I have to go back to working in the office tomorrow. I wish we could spend all day in bed.”

Angel,
in my bed
.

Naked...

Under me...

Yes, that sounds fucking perfect.

“I don’t know if you go out to eat for lunch or not, but I could bring you lunch?”

That’s one of the sweetest things a girl has ever asked me. I smile. “That sounds great, Angel.’’

I drop her off at her house. She says she’s going to grab a few things before coming back to my place. On my way home, I make a small detour and go have a key to my house made for Angel. I want her to know she can come and go as she pleases. I will never keep her from coming over; I have nothing to hide.

When I get home, I lay my keys on the kitchen counter and pull my cell out of my pocket. I have some missed calls and texts. I pick up the phone and groan in frustration when I see every call and text is from Jessica. They all say pretty much the same thing:

I’m lying.

If I don’t want to see her, to just be honest.

What the fuck? Didn’t I tell her I didn’t want to see her?

Then they get a little bitchier, wanting to know who the fuck she is and all that whiny girl bullshit. I turn my phone off and shove it back in my pocket. If anyone needs to get a hold of me, they can call my house phone.

I look up when I see Angel come in through the garage door. “Hey, Angel.”

She smiles a soft smile. “I’m going to go change and get comfortable.” She walks past the kitchen towards the bedroom.

I walk around the counter and head after her. I search my bedroom and find her in my closet. I stop at the closet door and place my hands above my head, holding on to the top of the door frame. She has her back to me, and she reaches down to pull her shirt over her head.

I stand there and watch as her shirt glides up her smooth back, pulling her hair up with it. Her bruise looks much better, starting to fade away. I feel my dick get hard at the thought of finally having her now that she is almost healed. My hands tighten around the door frame to keep myself from going to her...touching her...roaming every curve...every dip.

My heart rate picks up when her hair falls back down over her back as she tosses her shirt to the side. I love how long her hair is. I just want to take a handful in both hands as she moans my name. My eyes travel a little lower, and I see the two dimples above her ass. I just want to lick them. She starts wiggling her hips as she slides her jeans down her legs, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from moaning.

Fuck.

Her ass is amazing. It’s a perfect little bubble, and I want to smack it. I want to grab the lace from her thong and rip them off as I toss her on the bed and do every naughty thing that comes to my mind.

Her hands get my attention as she reaches around and undoes her bra. My eyes get pulled back to her ass as she leans over to place her bra with the rest of her clothes.

She turns around to face me and jumps back. “Slade!” she screeches. “Do you enjoy scaring me?” She puts her hand over her racing heart and takes a few deep breaths.

I continue to stand there as if I didn’t just get caught staring at her while she undresses, my hands gripping the door frame so tightly it’s painful. I have to hold on, or I will go to her. If I go to her, I won’t be able to control myself, and her body is still tender. I know she wouldn’t stop me; she’d let me do whatever I want.

I look over the front of her almost naked body. The only thing I can’t see is her pussy. It’s covered by the smallest piece of black lace I have ever seen. My eyes move up over her narrow hips and flat stomach. I stop and look at her belly ring for a few seconds, a tiny pink stud. I smirk. She is all girl, and I love that about her.

My eyes continue their upward path to her breasts. They are full and perky with little soft pink nipples. I want to pull them into my mouth and suck on them until they harden. Her breasts are moving as she breathes heavy.

My eyes lock on hers, and she takes a few steps towards me. I can’t move. She has me hypnotized. Those green eyes are powerful. They have the power to control my every movement. And right now they are telling me to stay where I am.

She walks until she is only inches from me, and I bend my head down to look at her. She raises her small hands and places them under my shirt on my stomach. I flinch at the current they send through my body. I close my eyes and take in a deep breath.
Fuck, how does she do this?
Her touch alone makes me want to explode.

She moans, and I open my eyes to look down at her. “Slade,” she sighs, and I hiss in a breath through my teeth.
Fuck.

I look in her eyes. “Yes, Angel,” I whisper. I’m afraid to speak any louder.

“I want you.”

Shit.

She lifts my shirt and puts her lips to my stomach. I groan in frustration. I want to wrap my hands in her hair, and force her to her knees as I pull my cock out for her to put it in that perfect mouth. I want her on the bed, fucking her while she screams my name. I want her to stop torturing me and remove her hands from my body.

I feel her wet tongue lick my stomach, and I tense. She kneels down, trailing her tongue down over my stomach. Her tongue stops right where my jeans start.

I can’t take it anymore.

I let go of the door and grab her by the hips, careful not to touch her side. I take her to the bed and lay her down, straddling her small hips.

“Yes,” she breaths. She arches her back and places her hands back on my chest.

I grab her hands, placing them above her head like last time. This is going to be different, though. I am only going to pleasure her.

“Slade.” She tries wiggling her hands free, but I hold tight.

I lean over and place my head in the crook of her neck. “What do you want, Angel?” I whisper in her ear. I feel her let out a puff of air, and I smile against her neck. I know she hates that I’m making her say it.

“You. Please.”

I lick my way down her neck to her collar bone while she wiggles underneath me, driving me madder than I already am. I pull both of her dainty wrists into one hand and glide my free hand down her body.

She gasps as I rip her panties off of her body, throwing them to the floor. I spread my legs wide, and lift my hips to reach my hand between us. I press a finger deep inside her; she is dripping wet.

“Fuck, Angel.” I start moving my finger in and out slowly. I want to drive her mad.

“Please,” she begs, lifting her hips up to me.

I add a second finger and continue working the slow pace. I bend my head down and bring a soft nipple into my mouth. I gently suck on it, then bite as it hardens and she cries out with pleasure.

“I need more. I need you,” she pants.

“Not going to happen, Angel,” I say against her chest. She starts to fight me, pulling against my hand and trying to get her hands free. “You can fight me all you want, Angel.” She tries wiggling her hips to get out from underneath me, but I push my weight down on her as my fingers pick up their pace, causing her to stop fighting me and give in. I suck, lick and nibble over her chest, neck and ears as my fingers work inside her until she tightens around me as she comes.

I slowly pull my fingers out and let go of her wrists. I place a hand on either side of her face, and lean down to kiss her lips. She doesn’t kiss me back. I don’t think she could if she wanted to. Her eyes are closed, her mouth is parted, and she is panting.

“Are you okay?” I ask as I place one hand over her slick chest to feel her racing heart.

“Yes,” she breathes. Her eyes are still shut, but she has a smile on her lips.

I lean down and kiss her forehead, then get up off the bed and go to the closet. I grab her one of my t-shirts and a pair of sweat pants. I walk back out to the bedroom. She’s still lying there with her hands above her head, but her breathing is normal.

I have to force myself to walk over to her, afraid I might snap and do what I really want to do. “Here are some clothes, Angel.” I don’t wait for a response. I turn and sprint to the bathroom. I need a cold shower.

Boy, that was fucking stupid.
What happened to wanting to wait? Taking it slow? Not wanting to hurt her? I know my fingers were rough, but I was still pretty gentle. If I do what I have planned, it would hurt her right now, so it will just have to wait. No matter how much it fucking kills me.

After finishing up in the shower, I walk into the bedroom and see the she is no longer in there. I walk over to my dresser to get a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt.

I’m so fucking horny.

I want her so badly, I can taste it. I’ve never gone this long without sex. I’ve fucked girls on the hoods of their cars and in a dressing room, without even knowing their name. Yet, here I am now with a girlfriend, and I
still
haven’t fucked her. I haven’t had sex in over three weeks, not since I laid eyes on her.

I throw on my clothes and head out of the bedroom to find her. Angel is sitting on the couch with a glass of wine. “What do you want to do tonight?” I ask as I walk into the living room.