“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.
Chapter 35
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 po
werful 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.