Page 36 of Triple Protection

Finally, I can't take anymore. I unzip my jeans just enough to get my hard cock out. I drag it once, twice, through her wet folds. Her pussy is so goddamn wet and warm and soft it feels like fucking heaven. I grab a fistful of her hair before pulling it back harshly, doubling her back. Her chest is still down, with zero leverage, but her body's bowed back in an impossible position. Fuck if she's ready for me. I thrust into her in one single motion, hard, rough, and fast. She screams.

"Alex, fucking shit man," Brick starts, coming towards us. I don't know what look Angela gives him, but she gives her head a tiny shake 'no'. That has Brick retreating back to the dresser.

I set a dizzying pace with my hips, slamming as hard and as deep into her as I can. Angela responds with whimpers and mewls.

"You like that? Take my dick like the fucking slut you are."

"Hey man," Liam starts.

"We're.... good..." Angela grunts out between thrusts. I'm bordering on unhinged, uncontrolled. And I'm never uncontrolled. Every aspect of my life is planned, debated, meticulously executed. My thighs shake and my balls draw up, and I know I'm close. I need her here with me.

I reach, fold myself around her and slap her clit. "Come for me. Right. Fucking. Now." I grind out as I give her one, two, three finishing pumps. I grip her hips tightly against mine and bite her shoulder hard as I unload into her. Her pussy squeezes the life out of me, undulating walls milking every last ounce of my orgasm for me.

Holy fuck, I've never come as hard as this before. I'm boneless, empty, satiated. Fucking my fist in the shower has nothing on this.

After my breathing slows, panic begins to set in. Angela hasn't moved, hasn't spoken. She collapsed forward and is still, her eyes closed. I pull out of her, scramble up the headboard, andpull her limp body against my chest. I desperately wipe the wet hair plastered to her face in sweat to make sure she's okay.

"Baby? Baby, are you okay?" I whisper, panic making my voice high. She groans and nuzzles her face into my chest. I rest my head back against the headboard in a relieved sigh. I know she told me to use her, but fuck, my heart was in my throat thinking I may have really hurt her. I pepper her forehead, her cheeks, the back of her eyelids in kisses, worshiping her the way I know she deserves.

"Mmmm," she groans. "You're sticky." She says sleepily, tapping my sweaty chest and wrinkling her nose. "I think I forgot to breathe," she chuckles. "I think I passed out."

"You scared the shit out of me is what you did," I tell her, lips brushing the skin of her forehead.

"How do you feel?" she asks, finally looking up at me and wrapping her arms around my waist.

I shake my head, unable to put words to how I feel at the moment. Grateful? Relieved? Set free? Born again? I squeeze her harder against me.

"You should have safe worded me."

"But I didn't want you to stop." I rub my hand down my sweaty face. Fuck, this woman was so goddamn perfect. So perfect it was dangerous.

"Um... can we talk about what just happened?" Liam speaks up, clearing his throat. "Because I didn't fucking like it."

Angela's sleepy eyes roam to Liam, who apparently had lost his erection sometime in there and tucked it back in his pants. "It's alright, Liam. I figured he needed a safe space to take out his frustration and resentment against women." She looks back up at me. "I feel like we needed this. He was never going to come into this all sweet and soft like you two. And I don't mind being that for him."

Brick speaks up this time. "I don't like the degradation play or leaving permanent marks. She might be yours in the moment, but she's ours and that bullshit with calling her a slut? Man, you're lucky I didn't deck you mid-pump."

I nod. A part of me feels released. The mistrust and resentment and anger I had felt for so long is suddenly gone. She isn't Heather or Estelle. She isn't going to hurt me or betray me. She doesn't have a mean or dishonest bone in her body. And the fact that she was willing to let me use her body to free myself from the fear and anger I've been keeping for the last decade? She knew exactly what I needed and offered it to me willingly. No one has ever done something like that for me before.

My heart aches against my chest as I pull her closer into me. Tears threatened to push against the back of my eyelids, but I shove them down.

I would worship this woman. I would follow her into battle. The need to protect her with my life was there from day one - that's who I am. But the desire to let her lead? The phrase "servant leader" comes to mind from all of those years in continuing military education that it fits. That's exactly what Angela is - she served Brick, his disability and his trauma. She served me, and my past issues with betrayal. And she served Liam, by showing him in and out of the bedroom that he is enough - that she likes who he is deep down.

"If you give me a minute or two, I can take care of you two," Angela says sweetly to Liam and Brick.

"No." I say sternly before looking at Liam and Brick. I need to take care of her. I can't let my brutish attitude the first time I'm naked with her ruin the tentative trust we have begun to build together. They both see the look in my eyes and nod. They both come over and give her lingering, sweet kisses on the mouth before leaving. Brick to sleep and Liam to return to guard duty.

"Baby, you just let me use you until you passed out. Let me take care of you now." She smiles up at me like it's unexpected. And I guess it is. These months all I've shown her is coldness, distance, disdain even at the beginning. That changes right now.

I pour her a bath and light some candles, before scooping her up bridal style and gently setting her in the tub. She groans in appreciation before leaning her head back. I sit on the edge of the tub, waiting.

"Are you going to join me?" She asks, running a single finger up and down my forearm playfully.

"Yes, but I waiting for it to cool down. You women like to bathe in lava."

A joyful laughter escapes her and I smile. My cheeks ache at the unfamiliar motion. I feel so at ease with her. I feel at ease for the first time in a long time. The boys are handling security, Angela is goddamn perfect, and for the first time in a long time I feel comfortable enough to let my guard down.

I do eventually join her and chat with her while rubbing a washcloth over every inch of her body. After we towel-dry, I take her back to the bed and hold her - my arms around her, her cheek resting on my chest - while we nap together.