“Well, she did say I was fired from quitting, so there’s that!”
At that, Angela let out a loud laugh, leaning into me, and I knew that the barrier between us was now officially broken. Maybe some remains of it would stay until she had kissed me, but that now felt like an inevitability. She wouldn’t have leaned into me like so if she wasn’t going to kiss me.
“What else did she say?” I asked out of curiosity.
Angela then recounted what she described as “the entirety of the conversation”—what my father was like, what the club did for the town, and what threat the Saints posed. I knew Lucius had been a former member of the Reapers, but I had not known his actual name was Lex. Otherwise, it was things I already knew.
Still, it was somewhat emotional hearing a public figure like Beth Johnson talking about my father in such strong terms. While I always knew she was on our side, there was a part of me that wondered if my father had used coercive methods or bribes to ever get what he needed. I supposed it was very possible that he had, but there was no reason for Beth to lie to Angela about that—I certainly wasn’t going to bribe Angela in the future, even if we were still seeing each other, because even if I tried, she was too strong and stubborn to accept such a thing.
“So I take it you’re still employed,” I said.
“I am,” she said. “I told Beth I would let her know what I decided tomorrow, but I already know my answer. I just don’t want to look desperate.”
She chortled, but as she did so, I saw my opening.
“Well, forgive me if this sounds desperate,” I said as I put my arm around her. “But I don’t need until tomorrow to decide how I feel about you.”
“Hmm,” Angela said, turning her head to me with a gentle smile. “And how do you feel about me?”
Many things came to the tip of my tongue that I could have said that might have aroused her or excited her. But there was nothing that could compare to bold action.
I swept her against me and kissed her, pressing my lips onto hers with much more aggression than our first kiss yesterday. I pressed into her until she fell into the couch, my hips grinding and pressing into hers.
No clothes were coming off yet, but that seemed like an inevitability at this point. She took my face in her hands and gently ran her fingers across my cheeks. I moved my lips down to her neck and gently bit her, drawing moans and gasps. It wasn’t hurting that I was bulging in my pants, and the pressure on her hips was getting her off.
I moved my hands under her ass and squeezed, causing her to yip out in pleasure. She giggled as I squeezed it some more and then pulled her up to me. Her breasts, still covered by her shirt and bra, shoved into me, and I ran my fingers up her shirt, feeling her stomach and clawing my way to her chest. She tilted her head back in pleasure before reaching to my neck.
That was my spot, and that was it. This foreplay business couldn’t wait any longer. I lifted her up, continuing to kiss her chest, and I walked her to my room, taking care not to hit her head on the ceiling or on the walls.
When I got inside, I got her to the bed and set her down. I laughed as I sat by the edge of the bed.
And then...
I was but a couple of inches from her, with her sitting up to come to me. I could have taken her easily right there, I could have grabbed her face and pulled her to me and made her mine.
But there was something about her face in the shadows, something about the way she smiled, something about her presence...
I’m not ready for this.
And judging by Angela’s expression, she didn’t seem to be either.
“Does this feel wrong to you?” she asked as she slid over, putting a hand on my leg.
I gulped and nodded.
“From a certain perspective, yes,” I said. “And I don’t mean the perspective of you being the Assistant DA and me being the President of the Black Reapers.”
Angela nodded and bowed her head.I don’t think either of us are ready for this.
“You know, the crazy part is, it’s not like she’s physically here,” Angela said. “We’re adults, and we understand how things are. There aren’t any rules against this. But... I don’t know. It feels like I’m trying to steal you from her.”
“And it feels like I’m cheating on her,” I said, shaking my head. “This is stupid, I know.”
“No, it’s not—”
“It is, a little,” I said. “Maybe part of it is knowing that if I sleep with you, that it’s like I’m officially leaving Shannon behind. Like, I’m closing the book on that part of my life.”
I was surprised at how emotional I was feeling at that.
