Fallen Angel (Angel's Halo MC 6)

“Are you ever going to tell me what happened with him today?” she called after me.

“Maybe one day,” I shot back, hiding a small grin when I heard her exasperated mutters to herself.

I went to Matt’s room, intending to take a shower, but I remembered that I had a suitcase full of some of my clothes and other items in the back of Raven’s car. But now that I was alone again, what energy the deli meat had given me seemed to evaporate, and I dropped down onto the edge of the bed.

Falling onto my back, I kicked off my borrowed shoes and curled up in the middle of the mattress and closed my eyes. With each deep breath I took, I could smell Matt, and that calmed my racing thoughts. I was torn up after finding out about Steph and him, but when it came down to it, I didn’t care enough about it to let him go. It hurt—hurt until my very body ached with it—but being without Matt would have hurt worse.

The sound of the door opening forced my eyes to lift. Matt slammed the door closed behind him. Seeing me on the bed appeared to surprise him, but as he looked down at me, most of his tension seemed to melt away. “Hey, baby. If I’d known you were back, I would have come down sooner.”

“I’ve only been here a few minutes.”

“I don’t like you going out by yourself like that. Next time, wake my ass up or take one of the guys with you.” He pulled off his cut and tossed it at the only chair in the room. Scrubbing his hands over his face, he sat on the edge of the bed beside me. “Santino’s guys might not know you’re with me yet, but they’re probably watching who comes and goes.”

I hadn’t thought about that, hadn’t even given it a moment’s pause during the time I had been out earlier. I had been too anxious to get the meeting over with my father, then too upset to care about my own safety at the thought of having to give Matt up. Now, I realized it was stupid not to think that whoever had blown up Matt’s truck was still out there, ready to attack and hurt the MC any other way they possibly could.

“Sorry,” I muttered. “It won’t happen again.”

He fell back beside me, his jaw clenched, his eyes on the ceiling. I could tell he was upset, but all I could do was lie there and look at him. I ate up the sight of how strong his chiseled jaw was, how long his lashes were, the dark stubble on his jaw and chin, and the side of his Cupid’s bow mouth that I could see. His neck was thick, veins standing out along it and his arms. Without his cut on, his chest looked massive underneath his thin gray T-shirt.

He was darkly Adonic, and just looking at him had my heart pounding against my rib cage. “Tell me what’s on your mind,” I urged as I put my hand on his chest.

Both his hands covered my much smaller one, but his touch was gentle, belying the strength that was simmering just below the surface, wanting to be let loose on the world. “I can’t talk about it, babe. Not yet.”

That stung, but I knew if it was MC-related, he wouldn’t ever tell me. “Oh,” I muttered and moved to pull my hand free. “Okay.”

“Rory,” he started, his hold on me tightening.

I stood, forcing him to release me. “I got some of my things from my dad’s house. I need to get them so I can take a shower and give Raven back her clothes.”

He shot to his feet. “I’ll get them,” he offered. “They’re in Raven’s car?”

“Yeah… Thanks.”

After the door shut behind him, I went into the bathroom and started the water for my shower. I barely waited for the water to warm up before I was standing under the spray, letting the powerful jets bite into my tense muscles. I leaned my forehead against the wall of the shower, closing my eyes as I tried to put the day out of my thoughts. Tears spilled from my eyes, but I refused to let myself sob.

I didn’t hear the door open, but the rush of cool air into the steaming shower had my head snapping around. The water flooding down onto my scalp masked the fact that I had been crying as Matt shut the shower door and pulled me into his arms. I went willingly, my lips meeting his halfway as I accepted his hungry kiss.

I wanted him to erase every thought of him with Steph that had tortured me all day long. Wanted him to love me and make me feel like I was the only woman he had ever—and would ever—touch. His hands caught my ass, grinding his rock-hard cock against my stomach for a few seconds before lifting me. My legs wrapped around his waist, my hands holding on to his shoulders for dear life as he pressed me back against the wall under the spray of the shower.

Water cascaded down his back, and it felt like we were hidden from the world with it acting like a waterfall.

Matt entered me quick and hard, but I was ready for him. My body opened to accept him, welcoming him home like it had been years since I had last felt him deep inside my body rather than just hours. I clung to him as he pounded into me, making my ass bounce against the tiled wall.

“Look at me,” he commanded in a voice rough with the feral need I saw shining out of his blue eyes when I lifted my lashes to meet his gaze. “You are mine, and I’m yours. I always have been. Always will be. Nothing will keep us apart. Not your damn father, and not that fucking bitch Steph.”

I jerked at the mention of her name, anger rising in me. Raven must have told him what I had asked earlier. Damn it. I hadn’t been ready to talk about Steph with Matt. Not yet, maybe not ever. Because I didn’t want him to think about his time with her.

And now he was talking about her while he was fucking me.

I beat my fist against his chest, once, twice, but he didn’t even flinch. “Don’t say her name while you’re inside of me.” I pushed at his shoulders, wanting him to release me, but his hold on my ass only tightened, and he thrust into me deep and hard, making my breath catch.

“I’m sorry I fucked her,” he growled close to my ear. “I’m sorry if that hurt you.”

“If?” I half snarled, half sobbed.

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking straight right after you left. Wasn’t thinking, period. I missed you so goddamn much, baby. It was killing me, driving me fucking insane, because I didn’t know if you were safe or not. Didn’t know if your bastard of a father had hurt you or what. I was pissed and hurting, and when I saw her, all I could think of was getting back at your father and that motherfucking DA.”

“Stop,” I sobbed. “I don’t want to hear this.”