Quiet Angel by Prescott Lane Read Free Book Online

onto her collarbone and moved his mouth to her breast, his tongue slowly circling her nipple. She arched her back and slid her hands to his waist, their hips grinding together, finding just the right rhythm between them.
    Then he pulled up her leg and pushed harder against her before reaching to yank down her panties.
    “Wait! Slow down!” Layla whispered, pushing him back.
    Gage pulled his hand away. “Slow down or stop?” He leaned on his elbow to catch his breath. She looked towards the open window, and he knew he had his answer. “OK,” he breathed out. “Just give me a minute.”
    “I’m sorry,” she said, pulled up her panties, and sat up. She fixed the buttons on her dress. “I feel like I’m teasing you, and I don’t want to.” She looked over at him, his face tight, his eyes closed, looking like he was in physical pain. “Are you mad?”
    He took another deep breath. “I’m not mad.” Then he pulled her to his side. “I love you.”
    Layla cupped his cheeks in her hands. “I love you, too.” She pecked him on the lips. “I think we need to talk about this. What if we don’t do it?”
    Gage groaned. “How long are we talking about?”
    “I don’t know. I’m only 16,” she said sweetly.
    “I know. If you want to wait, then I’ll wait for you. I won’t like it, and. . . .”
    “And what?”
    “I’ll have to whack off a lot.”
    Layla laughed. “You don’t do it a lot already?”
    “It’ll be more now,” he said. “But I’ll wait for you.”
    “Now say we do it. Then what?”
    “We do it some more,” Gage said and tackled her back down to the bed.
    “Then you leave for college.” Layla lowered her head to his chest. “Then what?”
    “Are you still thinking of staying here?” he asked and ran his fingers through her hair.
    “That’s my plan.”
    “We’ll figure it out. I know I want you, and I know somehow we’ll be together.”
    She looked out the window. “I need a little time. I don’t want to do something I’d regret the next morning.”
    *
    Gage lay awake in bed, alone with nothing but her lavender scent. He so wanted to have her, and it seemed, at least for a minute, she felt the same way. Then things changed, just like the other nights. There’d be nothing below the waist, no sex, no sleepover. He crashed and burned again. He hated pushing too far, hated she told him to stop, hated to see her crawl out the window, then guiding her back to the cottage by flashlight.
    But somewhere inside he understood what she was saying about her age, his college plans, the coming distance between them. He looked out the open window, hoping as always she’d come back. But she hadn’t. It had been two hours. There was nothing except the roar of the night tide. He turned his eyes to their photo, the sun shimmering off her pale skin, her chocolate braid draped on her shoulder.
    He let out a deep breath He knew he wasn’t going to get any sleep with a raging hard-on. He had to find some relief, to release some tension, if he was going to get any sleep. And he didn’t feel bad about it. It’s not like he was jerking off behind her back; he told her he’d have to. Suddenly the phone rang. He ripped his hand out of his pants and grabbed it on the first ring.
    “Gage?” Layla asked, her voice shaking.
    “Yeah, what’s wrong?” He sat up straight, and his dick went limp.
    “I’m at the hospital.”
    “What? Are you OK?”
    “My grandmother broke her hip.”
    “Jesus, I’m so sorry. When?”
    “She fell getting out of bed to get some water. Like an hour ago.”
    “Do you need me? Is she going to be OK?”
    “She’s going to be fine,” she said, her voice shakier than before. “It’s actually not a big deal.”
    “That’s good, right?”
    “Yes, but. . . .” She fought back tears, thinking back to a few hours ago, their whole summer together, memorizing his muscles, how they first met.
    “What is it?”
    “Nothing,” she said. “Just very