Unbearable (Undescribable) (41 page)

I look over at Angel as she smiles while listening
to my mother. Yep, I am going to propose to my Angel in New York while we watch
the ball drop over a city covered with snow and Christmas lights, what a way to
bring in the New Year. Say goodbye to all the heartache and bad memories. Bring
in a new year of joy and happiness. It will be a New Year’s Eve to remember,
that’s for sure.

“We are going to New York
City for New Year’s Eve.” I skip into our bedroom removing my shirt up over my
head.

“We are,” Slade says as he lies on the bed flipping
through the channels.

“You don’t sound very happy about it,” I say as I
watch him stare at the TV on the wall.

He shuts it off and sets the remote down on the
nightstand before he turns his eyes on me. “I’m very excited.” He smiles. “I
wish we were leaving tomorrow.”

“Not me.” I undo the button on my jeans. “Do you
have any idea how much shopping I need to do to prepare for this trip?” I slide
my pants down my legs. “I need to buy everything from luggage to panties to
heels. I also need a new warm jacket.” I pull them off and place them in the
dirty clothes hamper in the closet. I walk out of the closet and see him
standing at the end of the bed in just his boxers. I smile as I walk past him
and into the bathroom to remove my makeup.

He wraps his arms around me from behind and pulls
me back. I yelp as he picks me up and tosses me onto the bed.

“What do you think you are doing?” he asks,
bringing his lips close to mine.

“I was going to take off my makeup.”

“You can do that later. I want you right now.”

I smile as he pushes me further up the bed. I reach
up and throw the pillows off so they are not in our way. He then covers my
hands with his as his lips crash onto mine. His tongue enters my mouth with
force. I lift my hips, pressing them into his stomach wanting, needing more of
him.

He pulls away and it leaves me panting. He opens
his eyes and looks from the left side of the bed to the right. “What are you
looking at?” I ask, tilting my head trying to see what he sees.

He looks down to me with a small smile on his face.
“I want to try something.”

I frown. “As in something we have never done
before?” I ask making sure I understand him correctly. What have we not already
tried when it comes to sex?

He nods his head and then gets up from on top of
me. I sit up and look over at him as he stands next to the bed. “Lie down.” I lie
down and turn my head to the side to continue to look at him. “Give me your
left hand.”

I frown but do as he says. He takes the white
fabric that falls down the side of the post and quickly ties it around my
wrist. He then makes his way to the other side and he repeats the process with
my other one.

He climbs over and straddles me with a huge grin on
his face. “Is this why you agreed to this bed so quickly?” I ask, smiling up at
him.

“I had my reasons.”

I let out a little laugh before he lowers his head
down to mine. He gives me soft kisses on my neck as I spread my legs for him,
letting him know exactly what I want.

“Slade.” I sigh.

“Do it, Angel,” he whispers against my neck. “Beg
me for it. I want to know how bad you want me.” He runs his tongue slowly up my
neck until he nibbles on my ear.

I moan as I feel a hand slide between my thighs.
“Please,” I whisper, pulling on the restraints.

 His hand continues to move upward until he slowly
pushes a finger into me. He releases a long breath and pulls it out. I lift my
hips wanting him to do it again.

“Just how I like you,” he mumbles.

I moan as his finger returns. This time he doesn’t
remove it, instead he forces in a second finger, and I gasp.

He removes his lips from my neck and covers my
mouth with his. His kiss is hard and possessive, while his two fingers are just
as rough as the kiss. I feel my insides start to tighten as his thumb rubs
circles on my clit. I pull away from his lips, sucking in a breath as if I’ve
been drowning. I scream out his name as I come.

He sits up on his knees and I pull my shaky legs up
to where my feet are flat on the bed. I look up at his face and he smiles down
at me. I continue to try to catch my breath as my body shakes. I close my eyes,
trying to calm down.

My eyes open when I feel him ease into me and it
has me moaning at the feel of him now inside of me.

He spreads my legs farther apart and places his
hands behind my knees. Lifting my legs, he pushes them to where my thighs are
pressed against my stomach and chest with the rest of my legs up in the air,
restricting my view of his face.

I close my eyes tightly as my legs automatically
push against his hands.

“Don’t fight it, Angel.”

I pull on the restraints. “I can’t help it,” I say
weakly.

He pulls back and rams into me, making me scream
out. He tightens his grip on my legs as he presses down harder on them. I arch
my back and neck, trying to get a big breath of air.

“Fuck,” he growls as he pulls out and rams into me
again. He does it over and over until I feel like I may pass out due to lack of
oxygen.

Just when I feel like I can’t take any more he
releases my legs and places his body over mine as he covers my mouth with his
again. This time his hands hold my face in place as his mouth swallows my cries
of ecstasy.

As soon as he comes, he is up and off me, releasing
each wrist one at a time. He then crawls back onto the bed and holds me tightly
until my body stops shaking.

He lets go of me and goes to sit between my legs
again. “How sore are they?” He bends my right leg and starts to rub my thigh.

“Not too bad.” I close my eyes and enjoy the massage
that he gives me.

I awake to the doorbell
ringing. “Don’t,” Slade commands, placing an arm over my stomach. “Whoever it
is will leave.”

I lift his arm and he groans, knowing I’m going to
answer the door.

“You can stay in bed while I go and see who it is
and what they want.” I pick up one of his shirts off the floor and then grab a
pair of his sweatpants. He rolls over onto his stomach and places a pillow over
his head as I open up the bedroom door to walk out.

I make my way down the hallway, past the kitchen,
and open the front door.

“Good morning, Sam,” Tate greets, standing there
with Missy and a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

“Good morning, guys.” I take a step back to let
them in.

“Hope we didn’t wake you,” Missy says as I close
the door behind them.

“No. I was awake,” I lie with a smile.

“Missy couldn’t wait to come over and congratulate
you guys,” Tate tells me, laying the flowers down on the counter.

“For what?” I ask, frowning.

“For the—”

“Trip to New York,” Slade calls out loudly, running
into the kitchen, interrupting Missy. “I had spoken to Tate last night and told
him about our trip to New York for New Year’s Eve.” He smiles brightly over to
Tate and Missy as he slowly nods his head a few times.

“Oh,” Tate says, raising an eyebrow. “Yeah.
Congratulations on the trip to New York. That is going to be awesome.” He says
slowly with a puzzled look on his face.

I frown, glancing from Missy to Tate. Why did they
need to come to our house to congratulate us on a trip to New York City?

“What about—” Missy goes to speak but Tate turns to
her, shoving the flowers into her hands. “Missy, why don’t you have Sam help
you put these flowers I got
you
in some water?” he requests with his
back facing me and Slade.

“Okay,” she responds, slowly.

“Slade, may I speak to you?” Tate asks, already
walking out of the kitchen.

I look from Tate to Slade and he gives me a big
smile.

“What was all that about?” I ask Missy.

“Uh, you know how guys can be.” She laughs it off.

I nod. “Tate got you flowers?” I look down to the
flowers that she now holds in her hands.

“Yes. He showed up at my house with them this
morning.”

I smile over at her as I fill up a vase with water.
“That is great, Missy.”

She laughs. “Don’t get too excited. It’s not what
you think.”

“Oh,” I say, surprised. I thought that Tate had
finally figured out how much she likes him.

I place the vase on the counter and she then places
the flowers in them as the guys walk back into the kitchen.

“Well, we are going to leave.”

My eyes dart from Tate to Slade, confused. “You
guys just got here. Would you like some breakfast?”

Tate shakes his head. “No thanks, Sam.”

Missy starts to walk over to him and I pick up her
flowers. “Don’t forget your flowers, Missy.”

“That’s okay. You can keep them.”

“You don’t want your flowers?” I ask confused.

“Uh, I wouldn’t want to take your vase.” She looks
from me to Tate.

“Don’t worry about that.” I pick it up and carry it
over to her. She takes them from me with a sigh.

I try to think of something to say to fill the
awkward silence. “Well, give us a call later, maybe we can go to lunch,” I suggest.

“It’s supposed to snow today,” Slade counters as we
walk them to the door.

“So.” I glare at him. “The truck is four wheel
drive.”

Tate and Missy laugh. “Sounds good. I’ll call you
later,” Tate offers before they walk out the front door.

I turn around to see Slade standing in the hallway
with his arms crossed over his chest and his mouth in a hard line. “Was that
not the craziest thing ever?” I close my eyes and open them a few times.

“What are you doing?” he asks with a dead tone.

“I’m checking to see if I’m going to wake up from
that weird dream,” I say seriously.

He gets a small smile on his face and then walks to
me. “Come on. Let’s go back to bed. I still have a few more hours before I have
to meet Josh and Micah over at my parents’ house to put up Christmas lights.”

The next few weeks flew by.
I started my job at the bank. I only worked a few days the first week and then
went to full time. I love working with Courtney every day and everyone at the
bank seems to be nice so far. Slade has been very busy with work. If he’s not
at the firm, he has himself locked in his office at home. So I have been
spending the evenings at the mall with the girls or at Missy’s house. She is
the only one who does not live with a boyfriend, so we can hang out and talk about
the guys without having one eavesdrop.

Sitting on the couch in one of Slade’s t-shirts, I
take another bite of my ice cream as I flip through the TV channels. I look up
when I hear the front door open.

I remain on the couch as he walks down the hallway
and enters his office. I let out a sigh as I fall deeper into the couch. He has
been slammed at work. I’m guessing it’s because he took time off for
Thanksgiving, and he is taking a little over a week off for Christmas and New
Year’s.

I hear his phone ring, followed by his voice as he
answers it. “Yes. Give me about thirty minutes and then I’ll be ready.” There’s
a pause. “No. I’m about to though…okay. Bye.”