No, she looked shocked.
I chuckled as I started undoing her jeans. I slid my fingers down the front against her flat belly. I bent my head to her nipples again as my fingers dove lower, seeking her slippery folds.
Hmmfff...
"That's it sweetheart, we are going to get along just fine. I will take care of you. Just lay back and relax."
She was wet and tight and so soft. I could not wait to get inside her. No condoms I decided. She would have to go on the pill. I would be gracious this time and pull out.
But it would be hard to stop once I was wrapped in her velvety softness...
I reached down and grabbed my cock, ready to give her the pounding of a lifetime.
"Ow!"
I looked up, confused and offended.
Angelina was glaring at me.
"What are you doing?"
"Get off of me!"
"But-I thought you liked it!"
"Shut up Jackson."
I blinked at her in surprise. What the hell had gotten into her now? I wasn't just trying to jam my dick in her for God's sake. I was going to make sure she felt good too.
Better than good.
I was going to make her squeal like a happy little piglet wallowing in fresh cool mud on a summer day. I was about to tell her so when she hit me with a pillow.
"But-"
She pushed me off the bed. I hit the floor with a thud. I jumped to my feet.
"What the hell!"
She was covering herself up dammit. Putting away those glorious tits. I didn't want her to do that. I moaned in frustration.
"I'm not going to be another one of your women Jackson. Forget it."
"My women?"
She rolled her eyes, studiously ignoring the enormous tent in my boxer shorts.
"You are a man whore. I can see the signs a mile away."
"I am not a man whore! And I don't recall asking you to be my woman!"
She started throwing my clothes at me, forcing me to back away into the hallway.
"Exactly! I'm not fooled by your sudden interest in being helpful either!"
I sputtered as I tried to catch my clothes, stumbling backwards in my underpants.
"Now Angie-be reasonable-"
"You can take your tools, and your muffins and your big blue eyes and shove them up your ass!"
I sidestepped down the stairs, trying to pacify her. But it was no use. She followed me all the way to the door, berating me the entire time.
"You just go home and find someone else to use you player! You stay away from me, you hear me?"
I stood in the cold bright air, my clothes against my chest, my cock still hard as a rock.
Angelina stood in the doorway, her eyes bright and shining with unshed tears.
"And don't call me Angie!"
Angelina
"Damn him! Of all the insufferable, low down, conniving-"
I was breaking down empty boxes, flattening them so they could be tied up and picked up by the trash and recycling company. I wasn't doing it properly though. I was smashing them.
The way he'd just tried to trick me into sleeping with him. He wasn't helping us to be nice. He had an agenda all along! And he hadn't been satisfied with kisses, no. Not even for a few minutes.
He'd been about to just-stick it in me!
I stopped, remembering the giant tent in his shorts.
A shiver went down my spine. That would be hard to ignore-or handle. I'd never been with someone of that size. Not even close.
Jackson Delancey was way, way above average.
I was sure he had women falling all over him, eager to get poked by his giant sausage. But not me! I was not some desperate woman who hadn't gotten laid in years!
Actually. Dammit, I was. It had been a long time. Too long. All the same, I might be a little bit lonely, but I was not desperate!
"Arrogant, cold-hearted, bastard!"
"Ange?"
I turned to see my sister standing in the archway between the living and dining room. She was leaning against the wall precariously.
"Oh no, did I wake you?"
She shook her head.
"Why aren't you using the chair? You are supposed to be resting!"
She stared at me, her eyes watering a little bit. I felt immediately contrite and drew her into my arms. I squeezed her, kissing her cheek.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell. I'm not mad at you."
"It's okay."
"It is not okay. And I am sorry. Come on, let's get you into your chair."
She looked resigned as I lowered her into it. I knew she hated having to use it. She had always been so strong. And now she had to rely on me for so much.
"Soon Case. We just need to get you a little stronger and then we will start building you back up again."
"I hate this chair, do you know that?"
"I know."
She wiped the back of her hand against her cheeks. She was crying. I hated seeing her cry.
"Sorry, I'm being stupid."
I shook my head vehemently.
"You're not stupid. You are wonderful and stronger and braver than anyone I know."
She gave me a wobbly smile that made her look like the adorable four year-old she used to be. I smiled at her and wiggled my eyebrows.
"I have an idea."
"You do?"
I nodded.
"Why don't we go see about adopting a dog?"
Chapter Eleven Jackson