Free Unbearable (Undescribable) by Shantel Tessier

to have
Angel living with me. Just the thought of having her there, 24/7, has me grinning
like a fool.
    “What are we doing for dinner?” Micah asks.
    Angel lifts up her wine glass. “This is my dinner.”
    “Mine too,” Holly says.
    My dad looks over to my mother. She holds up her
wine glass, and announces, “I’m with the girls.”
    I wish Angel would eat something. She has barely
eaten anything in the last three days. I can tell she has lost a few pounds and
it worries me.
    “Well then, I will just eat cookies.” Micah stands
up and turns around to face us. “Is there leftover spaghetti, Sam?”
    “Yes.”
    “Great, that was delicious. I’ll have spaghetti and
cookies.” He beams at us, before making his way into the kitchen.
    “I’ll eat that as well,” my dad states as he stands
up.
    I lean over and kiss Angel on the forehead before getting
up to follow them.
     

    My body is floating and my
eyes are heavy. I feel as if I am mobile, but I can’t move anything.
    “Slade?” I whisper. I know he is close. I can smell
him and it is turning me on.
    “I’m right here, Angel,” he answers quietly.
    “What are you doing?”
    “I’m carrying you to your room. You fell asleep on
the couch.” I feel him bend down and then I hear a doorknob turn.
    Now I remember. As soon as the guys had left with
their last load, I had lost it again. All my mom’s things that I didn’t want
were gone. I would never see them again. Then there was the fact that Tate had
come by today, plus there was no escaping Courtney’s plan to follow us back to
St. Louis. It was just all too much. Vivian had gone to the liquor store and
bought us several bottles of wine.
    I wanted to drown out the bad thoughts and
memories. Holly suggested we toast to new beginnings: me moving in with Slade
and her marriage into the Long family. We celebrated all right. Once the guys
got back, we all sat in the living room while the guys ate dinner. Now I’m
drunk and horny. I want him.
    He lays me down on the bed and I hear him move away.
I slowly open my heavy lids and see him going into my bathroom. I feel a burst
of energy surge through me. I sit up quickly, even as the room tilts. I take in
a deep breath, pull my shirt up over my head, and then unfasten my bra. I let
my body fall back onto my mattress as the room continues to spin. I close my
eyes and shove my shorts, along with my underwear, down my legs. I toss them
with my foot, not knowing where in the hell they land. I lay there, breathing
like I just ran two miles, completely exhausted. I feel like I’m going to be
sick.
    No ! I take a few deep breaths to calm down.
I am not going to get sick. I’m going to get laid. I feel a smile creep over my
lips. I maneuver my body to get under the covers and wait for Slade to come to
bed. It doesn’t take him long to emerge from the bathroom. I close my eyes,
peeking out from underneath them and the covers. I watch him stand next to the
bed as he takes off his Nikes. He unfastens his jeans and pushes them down
along with his boxers. My eyes land on his dick and I lick my lips as I think
about it being in my mouth. He reaches behind him and pulls his shirt up over
his head. I watch his arm muscles work as they strain against his tight skin. I
want to run my hands all over him.
    He plugs his phone in and crawls in bed next to me.
I pretend to stay asleep. I want to wait until he’s on the brink of sleep before
I pounce.
    I watch him close his eyes as he exhales a deep
sigh. He must be stressed out. Well, I’m going to fix that.
    It doesn’t take more than a few minutes for his
body to relax and his breathing to even out.
    I crawl my way under the dark covers. I place my
hand on his ripped abs, travelling over his defined V, until I grasp his cock.
His body jerks a little as he starts to harden.
    I lean up and run my tongue along his length. I
feel like I haven’t tasted him in ages. Just as I wrap my lips around the tip,
I feel his hand make its