Page 21 of Sins & Paradise
"Don't you ever think about worrying about them. I promise you, no matter what, you'll never have to worry about them coming back for you. If they even think to show up on this island, they are going to have to deal with me and the entirety of my club." I pull her away and look down into her eyes. She nods softly, and as I continue, "Tomorrow, after we get a good night's rest, I'm going to take you over to the clubhouse so you can talk to Pookh. I'll put out a few feelers to see if there's any news in the States about people looking for you. At least if I know how far they are willing to go to get you back, then we can see what we need to do to protect you."
She turns in my arms and gets comfortable against me.
"Okay, if you think that's the best thing to do, then I'll do it."
She covers her mouth to stifle a yawn. Of course, she's tired after what she's been through today. I'm surprised she's not already falling asleep on her feet.
"You should get some rest." I swing my feet over to the side and push up so I can go to my uncomfortable cot. Angela grabs hold of my arm before I can get all the way up.
"When I was in school with the nuns, they told me all about carnal temptations and to stay away from sin. I've tried my entire life to be good and do as I've been told. I was pure my entire life until the man who was supposed to care about me ripped it away from me. I've always thought giving in to the baser needs, temptations of the flesh, was the worst thing I could do, but I know now that it's not."
I'm nearly panting as I listen to her explain to me, in her own unique way, that she wants me—or at least she wants something that I can offer her. Fortunately, I'm not an unfeeling prick. I know tonight isn't the best time to do something like that, especially if I want something more to grow between her and me. Not only did she just tell me about her ex's attack on her, but she was just attacked in the bakery as well. I didn't want to add to her trauma and have her lump me in with the fucked-up people that hurt her.
"You're religious. Do you think the Lord made any mistakes when he created us?" I ask as I softly press kisses to her cheek and lips.
"No, not at all."
“Having sex wouldn't feel so good if it wasn't meant to be. We have a form of pleasure here that we can enjoy. The way I seeit, it's a gift that you can share with someone special. It's your choice, not anyone else’s.”
"And if I want to share that gift with you?" She leans forward, grabbing hold of my shirt, trying to pull me down.
How I want to throw all caution to the wind. But I can't. I want more than just a quick roll in the hay with this woman. I want it all.
“When I’m sure you mean that and I know you can handle it I’ll be more than honored to accept it. Until then why don’t we just get some rest.” I crawl onto the bed with her and lay down next to her.
Angela hesitates for a bit before she lays down next to me. “And here I thought I’d be the one playing hard to get.”
A laugh so strong bursts out of me as I pull her against my chest. This is going to be fun and I can’t wait to take the next steps.
Angela may have been brought up believing she had to struggle to stay pure but I’m going to sure her a world where it’ll feel good to sin.
Eight
Angela
I pausedat the threshold of the clubhouse, my gaze sweeping over the gruff men scattered inside. The air was heavy with the scent of sawdust, stale cigarettes and liquor. I felt Lobo's eyes on me and turned to see him watching me, a hint of concern in his dark eyes. "Don't worrymuñeca, no one here will mess with you. You're with me," he reassured me, nodding towards the interior.
Taking a deep breath, I followed him into the heart of chaos. Men built like tanks, their leather vests proudly displaying the club's insignia, hauled lumber while others hammered away diligently, expanding their domain to accommodate more members. A group huddled around a table engrossed in a game of cards erupted in laughter that echoed above the clamor of construction.
Lobo guided me through this maze to a back room where a man with a graying beard and ponytail sat hunched overseveral laptops. I half expected him to be engrossed in World of Warcraft or something similar but he looked up as we entered; his gaze piercing and suspicious.
"What's this about, Lobo? I'm busy," he barked out.
The next moment had my heart pounding as Lobo swung his chair around forcibly so that they were face-to-face. My mind screamed warnings about impending violence but then I remembered how gentle he'd been last night; holding me while I slept, adjusting himself whenever I moved for comfort. Squeezing his hand for reassurance, he glanced at me before turning back to address the man again.
"I need a favor, Pooh. This is Angela. Someone's after her and we need to find who it is," Lobo stated calmly yet firmly, "I was hoping you could do some digging online."
Pooh leaned back in his chair scrutinizing me from head to toe which made my skin crawl. After what felt like an eternity, he sighed. "Alright, I'll see what I can dig up. But you owe me for this, Lobo.”
Lobo nodded in agreement. "You know I'm good for it, Pooh. Just let me know what you find out."
As Pooh turned back to his laptops and started typing away, Lobo placed a hand on the small of my back. "Come on, let me show you around while he works his magic."
I managed a small smile, trying to push down the anxiety churning in my gut. "Sure, that sounds good."
I allowed him to guide me out of the room and down a narrow hallway. The sounds of construction grew muffled as we walked further into the depths of the clubhouse. Lobo pointed out various rooms - a kitchen, a meeting room, a lounge area with worn leather couches and a pool table.
"We're almost done with the renovations," he explained, pride evident in his voice. "Expanding, making room for our growing family."