Avenging Angel (Pounding Hearts 5)

Oh, shit. That can’t be good.

Unwrapping my arms from around his neck, I reach out my hand. Max hands me my phone and rolls off of me. Sitting up, I quickly scroll through all my missed calls. I have several texts from Carson, in all caps, telling me to call him.

Did something happen to Hope?

I don’t even bother listening to my voice mails. I dial Carson and he immediately answers the phone.

“What the fuck, Grace?” he answers angrily.

I know he’s probably frustrated because he was trying to get in touch with me, but it really pisses me off every time he cusses at me, especially if he does it front of Hope. It shows just a complete lack of respect for me.

I take a deep breath, steeling myself before I ask. “What’s wron—”

He cuts me off. “What’s wrong? Are you fucking kidding me? Do you know how much money you’re costing me? I’ve been trying to get ahold of you for over an hour.”

I double check the time on my phone. “Did something happen?”

“Yeah, I need you to come and pick up Hope now.”

“Nothing happened to her, she’s okay?”

“Yeah, she’s fine,” he growls impatiently. “She’s been up all morning bugging me.”

Dammit, Carson. He really just scared the crap out of me. I thought something happened to her. I don’t know why he’s in such a hurry for me to pick her up. I check the time again, perhaps I read it wrong. Nope, it’s only eight in morning.

I tell him, “I’m not supposed to pick her up for a couple more hours.” He should know this, he’s the one who pushed for it when we were working out custody.

“I don’t care. You need to come and get her now. I have to go to work.”

“Okay,” I sigh and feel that ache behind my eyes returning. I wish he would have told me when I dropped her off that he wanted her picked up early. “I’m coming to get her; I’ll be there shortly.”

Honestly, I don’t mind picking up Hope early. It’s just that the timing sucks today.

“You better. If you’re not here within the hour, don’t bother coming at all.”

My heart skips a beat to hear him say that. He’s threatening to not give her back? Just to punish me?

“I’ll be there,” I quickly assure him.

I’m already sliding off my side of the bed and searching for the rest of my clothes.

“Time is money, Grace, and you owe me.”

The line goes dead.

Max

Somewhere in my dreams I see an angel’s wings spreading around me as a woman’s face bends down to kiss me. But the weird thing is I don’t feel her lips against my own, but a cooler breeze on my cock.

I look down to where my cock is and see that the sheet is lifting up and that a beautiful blonde woman is lifting it. She looks so curious though that I want to laugh.

There’s arousal flaming her skin and her breath is hitching as she gazes in amazement at me. I can’t help it when I feel a burst of arousal filling my cock. We left a lot unfinished last night.

Looks like I’m ready to pick up where we left off.

I’ve never actually had a girl fall asleep on me before. After bringing her back from the club and getting her into my bed, one second she was grinding her soaking wet panties all over the head of my cock, and the next, well, she was sleeping…

I left for one fucking minute to grab a rubber out of my nightstand, but by the time I came back, she was already lightly snoring.