They both hung up, putting their phones down as she unlocked the metal door. “I was worried,” he said. “I knew you were alone today, and after calling you a few times, I just—”

She hugged him before he could finish. “I’m sorry,” she said against his shoulder. “I just now realized my phone was buried in my purse all this time.”

“Did you fall asleep or something?” he asked, looking down at the loose shorts and cutoff T-shirt she wore with no bra.

She shook her head, moving over so he could come in. As soon as she locked the metal door then the wooden one, Angel looked around. “Is your mom home yet?”

“No.”

Immediately, Angel’s hands were under her T-shirt, caressing her bare br**sts, and he kissed her. Without giving her a moment to speak—think—he lifted her shirt, cupped her breast in his hand, and sucked her nipple. “I’ve had a hard-on all day thinking about last night,” he said breathlessly in between sucking. “How long until your mom’s home?”

“She told me not to wait up,” Sarah said breathlessly, already completely aroused.

Instantly, he lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around him, already tingling in all the right places. “You had me worried, bad girl,” he said, squeezing her ass. “You owe me.”

“Gladly,” she said, taking his face in her hands and devouring his mouth all the way to her bedroom. “You mad at me?” she asked between kisses.

“Never,” he whispered back.

He let her down softly but continued to kiss her tenderly, holding her tightly against him like he only ever did when he was feeling something really intense, and she knew then he must’ve really been worried.

“Forever and always?” she asked, smiling against his lips, her hands still cupping his face.

“I’m yours,” he responded as she knew he would then added, “You’re mine.”

“Forever and always,” she assured him, kissing him even deeper.

It was something they’d started doing over a year ago playfully, but somehow it stuck, and each knew exactly how to respond whenever one of them brought it up.

Kissing her one last time as they stood next to her bed, he pulled away, staring at her with the intense stare she knew meant only one thing. In the next instant, he spun her around then pulled off her shorts. She stepped out of them, spreading her legs, and bent over for him, smiling when he groaned loudly in response. In the following few seconds, she heard the familiar sound of him unzipping, and then he grabbed her by the waist and buried himself inside her.

Letting an unabashed moan out at the beautiful sensation of having him so deep inside her, she moved her ass higher up so he’d go even deeper. She wasn’t expecting this tonight at all. Even after the night they’d had last night, she lifted her knee onto the bed, needing him even deeper. He obliged, slamming in as deep as possible.

Telling him about her epic chat with Leonardo was definitely going to have to wait for another time. It could be hours before her mother got home, and she didn’t want to ruin what felt like might be another amazing marathon of letting him take her every way he pleased.

Chapter 10

Angel

Four hours?

Angel bit his tongue, gripping the phone tightly, and listened to Sarah as she went on and on excitedly, telling him about the long ass video chat she’d had with Leo last night, something she said she was going to talk to him about last night until things heated up and moved into the bedroom. She said she’d kept waiting for the perfect moment to interrupt all the things they’d done but there never was one. She knew once her mom was home it’d be a while until they could enjoy her bedroom that way again. He’d give her that she’d made a good call there but still. Four f**king hours? And that’s why she’d ignored all his calls and texts?

“I forgot to ask him if he ever gets insomnia as bad as I do,” she said in the midst of her excited banter. “Since my mom’s never had a problem falling asleep, I always assumed it might be something passed down from my dad. I’ve been writing other things down that I forgot to ask, and I’ll ask when I we chat tonight because—”

“Tonight?” Angel finally spoke up. “You’re chatting with him again tonight?”

“Yeah, well, when he asked when was the best time to chat I told him in the evenings when I was likely home from school, done with work, or spending time with you, so he said he’d call again tonight.”

This is her brother, Angel reminded himself, taking a deep breath and trying not to think about the near-naked photo this near stranger sent Sarah.

“You’re not gonna chat for another four hours, are you?”

“No.” Sarah laughed softly. “I admit that was kind of ridiculous. I guess we just got carried away because we both had so many questions—questions I didn’t even realize I needed answered until I spoke to him—and I guess he felt the same way.”

Angel had a few questions of his own. Was this going to be an every night thing? What else had Leo said that might prove he was actually her brother and did he call her beautiful again or was he shirtless during the chat? But he refrained. He said he was going to be positive, and as much as it worried him that Sarah was already too excited about this, he’d trust that she’d use her head if the guy did anything questionable again.

Football season was about to begin and then school. For once, Angel was glad summer was over. He welcomed the distraction of the new school year. The last month alone had been too much to deal with. He needed to relax—unwind and set his sights on other things. He was almost pissed at himself for letting this bother him so much. He trusted Sarah, and that was all that should matter. Unfortunately, he was cursed with the almost obsessive need to protect his loved ones. He didn’t think she needed protecting from Sydney. That was a whole other worry and curiously one he preferred now. He finally accepted that other guys’ falling or being in love with Sarah, especially ones who knew her as well as Syd, was inevitable. As long as he trusted that she’d never hurt him—and he did, completely—he’d just have to deal with her admirers. He was determined that as long as they didn’t step over the line or do anything to piss him off he’d do his best to keep his cool.