I Wanna Be Loved by You ~ Part Six

copyright C. 2011 Wendi Zwaduk

“My room is the second door on the right. Wait for me?”

Livia nodded to hide the trembling. Whatever he had to say to the other woman didn’t really bother her. She’d been around enough mortals to realize love lives were sticky. What bothered her was the look in Brett’s eyes. He knew something and down deep into her core she knew he wasn’t just some drunken frat boy.

She counted the doors and made her way into Tyler’s inner sanctum. Other than a poster on the wall, the room held no character, no insight into what made him tick. Beige walls, navy comforter on an enormous bed. Even the computer was blandly black. She sat down on the edge of his bed and stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her power paled along with her wings. When she set out to the party, the thought that her wings would be visible hadn’t crossed her mind. As far as she knew, they’d been torn from her body when she fell. Yes, she felt them from time to time, but all she had to show for them were the twin scars on her shoulder blades. What was it about Ty that made them so visible? She doubted a sexual relationship would be enough to reinstate them, if it was even possible.

“So it’s over?” The woman’s voice rose up an octave and grew louder. “I made a mistake.”

Whatever Ty said in return was garbled.

Livia rubbed her chilled arms. She shouldn’t eavesdrop. It wasn’t polite. She stretched her wings, then tucked the tight against her back. She sighed. At least she had them for a little while.

On the other side of the wall, something thumped. “Bastard.”

Livia peeked out the window. The woman stomped down the sidewalk, talking to herself and gesturing. “This time it’s done. I’m not coming back.”

A twinge of sadness stabbed at Livia’s heart. She knew the pain of a dead relationship. She’d been in the woman’s shoes.

“She does this at least once every couple months.”

Livia jumped and scooted away from the window. Ty stood in the doorway with his arms folded and lines crinkling around his eyes. Stress? She wasn’t sure. She should say something, but what?

“I knew when I dated her things would be rocky. I’m sorry you had to witness Rochelle being Rochelle.” He unfolded his arms and crossed the room. “Odd. For a moment, I thought you took your wings off.”

She glanced at the mirror. By God, they were back and at full luster. “Stranger things have been known to happen.” She’d explain what she knew later.

“Strange doesn’t bother me.” He stood and pulled her up against him. “On you, they look beautiful.”

“Flatterer.” Livia ran her hands up and down his chest. “You can keep going.”

“I intend to.” Ty fused his mouth to hers and threaded his fingers into her hair.
His cock throbbed against her pussy, despite the clothing between them. She moaned and wriggled her hips. The contrast of his hard body against hers felt like heaven. Like what she’d been looking for.

Ty released his grip on her hair and scooped her into his arms. Drunk on his kiss, she wrapped her legs around his waist. She gasped at the coolness on her back and wings.

“Can’t wait.” Ty placed her feet on the floor and fumbled in his back pocket. He tossed his wallet and put the rubber packet in his teeth. With deft hands, he shoved her skirt up over her hips.

Livia shivered as more cool air flowed around her sopping pussy. She worked the buckle on his belt and unfastened his jeans. Ty tore the packet as she took the condom from him. She rolled it down his length and stroked him.

“So good.” He pressed his face into her neck and pulled her back into his arms.

Her wings unfurled to their fullest span as he entered her slick channel. The breath wrenched from her body and her vision blurred. She dug her nails into his shoulders.

Each thrust, each push into her body brought her closer to completion.

His hips slammed into hers in a frenzy of lust and desire. She couldn’t breathe, but didn’t care. Her wings wrapped around them, cocooning them in the building passion.

Tyler’s rhythmic movements turned frenzied and a feral growl ripped from his throat. Every nerve ending in her body sizzled. The orgasm tingled in her pussy and rushed through her veins. She collapsed against the door and fought to catch her breath.
He placed her feet on the floor and rested his head on her shoulder. His labored breaths feathered over her flesh as her wings opened. He rubbed his cheek on the feathers and sighed.

“I’ve never...made love with most of my clothes on. I wanted to go slow.” He stood and righted her skirt. “Nothing went quite how I’d imagined, but I don’t think I’d want it any other way.”

“Me neither.” She placed her hand over his heart. Heat and love radiated between them. Maybe there was more to what they’d done than just a quickie against the door.

Ty cupped her cheeks in both hands and stroked her skin with the pad of his thumb. “Does this mean I get the chance to date you and treat you like you deserve?”
She stared into his eyes, waiting a moment before answering. The smile on his lips faded a bit.

“Too soon?”

Livia kissed him, laving her tongue over his lips. “Yes.”

His brows knotted. “Yes?”

“I fell once. Doesn’t mean I can’t fall again.”

“Hell, yes.”

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I Wanna Be Loved by You ~ Part Five

copyright C. 2011 Wendi Zwaduk

“I hoped you’d say that.” Despite his calm exterior, Ty’s insides trembled. “But do you really want to make love with a party going on around us?”

“This is your home.” She nodded to the door. “Besides, I can kick anyone’s ass if they try something.”

Ty chuckled. She looked frail, but he had no doubt she could hold her own. He laced their fingers and guided her down the stairwell to the first floor. The tang of beer and sweat hung in the air. He crinkled his nose. Maybe bringing her to his room wasn’t such a good idea. Having an apartment on the ground floor rocked most of the time—just not when there was a rowdy party.

With her behind him, Ty pushed through the mass of people bobbing in his living room. How many people did his roommate invite? Five paces from the hallway he stopped short. Fuck. Rochelle slipped a lock of her inky hair behind her ear and pursed her lips. The Christmas lights decorating the living room glittered off the gloss on her cherry lips.

Livia crashed into his back, from the jostle of the crowd or because she didn’t realize he’d stopped, he wasn’t sure.

“Are you okay?” She squeezed his arm. “We can go slower.”

“No.” He gathered her in his embrace. If he wanted to face the demon in his life, he’d have to walk past Rochelle with his head held high. He pushed ahead, ready to get on with his life in peace.

“Got out of the way of a dancer?” Livia tipped her head, but didn’t move forward with him. “Or are you having a hard time dancing past your trouble?”

Ty fumbled for an answer. He opened his mouth, but never got the chance to reply. The scent of apple martini swirled around him, sickening his stomach.

“Tyler.” Rochelle wriggled, like she wanted him to see her assets. “I thought I’d find you here.”

“I live here.” He looked her straight in the eye. “It’s not hard to find someone where they live.”

“Still funny.” She elbowed past Livia and crowded Ty against the wall. “Dump the costumed frump and let’s get reacquainted.” Rochelle pressed her chest into his. “I miss you and the little General.”

He groaned. He hated that nickname. It was his penis. His junk, his manhood, not the little General.

“Don’t you miss me?” Her lips curved down into a frown. “You like the frump, don’t you?” Her top lip curled. “Since when did you start finding blondes hot?”

He glanced over Rochelle’s shoulder in search of Livia. Instead of waiting patiently, she kept backing away from Brett. Damn, the drunk hadn’t left.

Rochelle continued to speak, but Ty heard none of it. Brett knew how to be gentle. He’d managed to romance the clothes off of many a girl. But add in beer and whatever else he’d ingested—then the man was dangerous and uncontrollable. The moment Ty saw Brett’s hands on Livia’s arms, he saw red. Livia’s head jerked as Brett shoved her into the middle of the crowd.

“He likes her. Let them go.” Rochelle dug her nails into Ty’s forearm. “You have me.”
Ty shook away from her grasp and surged into the mob of dancers. Fuck this shit. The blur of Livia’s wings caught his eye.

“Come on, baby.” Brett clenched her breast in one hand and nuzzled her neck. “You owe me.”

Fear shone in her eyes. Livia glanced at Ty for a split second. Heaven help him, he wasn’t going to let anything happen to her.

The fear left her face and her mouth formed a tight line. “I owe you nothing.” Livia brought her knee up and connected with Brett’s groin. “Not now. Not ever.”

Brett’s face went red then white and he slumped over. “Fucking bitch. She burst my balls.” He wobbled and swayed. “I will kill you.”

Not on Ty’s watch. He grabbed Brett by the scruff of his neck and shoved him through the parted crowd. “Next time I tell you to go, do it.” He tossed Brett’s crumpled body out the front door. “Hell with it. The party’s going down the block to Nelson’s place. He’s got a new keg.”

Whoops and shrieks rang out in the room as the people thundered to the door. Forget the mess and the stench. He needed to find Livia. She still stood where Brett left her, but instead of the show of strength, she trembled. She looked up at him with watery eyes.

“I’m sorry I ruined your party, but I will not be a victim again.”

Ty crushed her in his embrace. There were so many things he needed to know, so many things he wanted to say, but in that moment, the party was the last thing on his mind. Hell, she saved his sanity.

“You didn’t ruin anything.” He stroked her hair and held her tight. “It was a stupid party anyway.”

“She’s still here,” Livia whispered.

Ty sighed. When one disaster died down, another always showed up. “Stick with me. I
owe you a good time. Okay?”

“I’m right here. Now deal with the woman scorned.”

If only Rochelle would make things easy.

Fat chance.

I Wanna Be Loved by You ~ Part Four

copyright C. 2011 Wendi Zwaduk

Had to be joking. He had to be. Yes, he embodied her fantasies and made her body react like never before, but...the honesty really was beginning to be too much. Love wasn’t in her future. She’d chosen her path long ago.

“So these wings are real?”

Ty’s simple question pulled her from her thoughts. “Yes.” She stretched her wings, showing off their full beauty. “Most of the time they aren’t visible. Must be the moonlight or something.” Or the company...

“May I touch them?”

Livia hesitated. A gentle touch wouldn’t harm anything...would it?

“I won’t do anything you don’t give me permission to do.”

Damn. There was the honesty again. She bit the inside of her cheek. What the hell... “You may touch them.”

Tyler caressed the leading edge of the wing, smoothing a feather between his
fingers. She shivered, enjoying his touch. Through the fabric of his jeans and her leather skirt, his cock thrummed against her pussy. Feelings of raw need and desire awakened from a long slumber deep within her. She shouldn’t want to, but more than ever she wanted to feel a man moving within her—him. God help her she wanted Tyler.

“Soft, like flower petals,” he whispered.

Heat flowed through her veins. “You amaze me with your kind words.”

“Yeah?” He started swaying with her in his arms, dancing to music only he could hear. “Maybe I’ve got a reason to be kind.” He took her hand in his once again and kissed her fingertips.

Things seemed to move in slow motion. For the first time in a long time someone was taking the time to romance her. The heat in her veins concentrated in her pussy and slickened her panties.

“There’s something about you I want to know very well. I really like you, Liv.”

She pulled her hand away and shoved the wonderful feelings way down deep into her stomach. She didn’t deserve him or his kindness. “I can’t make you immortal and I refuse to be a notch in your belt or headboard or whatever.” She turned to leave his arms, but his strong grasp prevailed.

“The man you fell for was foolish. He lost out and I’m damned glad.” Ty cupped her jaw in both hands. “This probably sounds like a lame ass pick up line, but I don’t want to fuck up my chance. I mean every word when I say I want to be loved by you.”

“You do?”

“Absolutely.” Ty closed eyes and lowered his lips to hers.

The moment his mouth fastened onto hers, Livia’s knees went weak. She clutched his shirt and nibbled on his bottom lip. Sizzles flew along her nerve endings and more cream coated her panties. She ground her core against his thigh, not caring if anyone saw her acting so forward.

Ty slid one arm down around her waist and stroked her wing with the fingers of his other hand. “Does touching your wings turn you on as much as I think it does?”

God, she couldn’t fall from grace all over again, but she could fall in love. Why was that thought so damned scary? Because being vulnerable wasn’t a place she liked to be.

“Livia? I’m not being kind because I want in your pants.” He rubbed his thumb along her chin. “I do very much want to make love to you, but I’d like to get to know you, too. You snagged my attention the moment you walked in the apartment and I don’t want to look anywhere else.”

“Have you had too much to drink or was the change in altitude too much?”

“I’m stone cold sober and height doesn’t bother me.”

“This is foolish.” I want you more than I even understand. Wanted his hands on her body, his cock filling her pussy and his kisses rough on her lips. He was such a riddle—soft and rough at the same time and nothing like she knew.

“This is two people finding each other.”

“You’re corny.”

“Maybe, but I’m willing to believe a fallen angel didn’t just come to my part to watch college kids get drunk and have lots of sex. I think she didn’t know how or why—she just had to be there.”

“Take me to your room.”

I Wanna Be Loved by You ~ Part Three

copyright C. 2011 Wendi Zwaduk

Fallen angel? Come on. She had to be drunk. Sure the wings were darned realistic, but maybe he was drunk, too. He hadn’t had anything alcoholic in almost three years, but still. They’d flown. He plopped down onto a roof vent.

Livia rubbed her hands over her bare arms. “Too much?” She sighed and looked away. “That’s my thing, too much, too soon and over my head.”

Ty sat forward with his elbows on his knees and watched her turn away from him. Her wings did move, fluttering slightly and tucking tighter against her back. The movement oddly soothed him.

“One of these millennia, I’ll learn to use my head not my heart.”

Ty stood and crossed the few feet between them. He needed to say something. “Come on, you can’t be a fallen angel. They have darker wings and don’t just fall out of the sky—or are you one of those underwear models I asked for last night before I fell asleep?”

She didn’t turn around. “I didn’t tumble out of the sky.”

“Damn. I wanted to see you in the rest of your underwear.” He brushed his fingers down the leading edge of her wing, marveling when she shivered slightly. I seriously hope this isn’t a dream or a joke. He continued to make his way around her and tipped his head to look into her downcast eyes. “You can smack me. That was a horrible joke.”

“I fell in love.”

He’d heard her speak. Understood the words. And yet... “With me?” he pinched the bridge of his nose and gritted his teeth. Stupid.. “I mean...no, you don’t have to explain. Really.” He folded his arms. “It’s my luck. The first hot girl I really want to meet and there’s a catch. I swear.”

“His name was Isaiah.” Livia sank down next to him on the air vent. A lock of her flaxen hair slipped across her eyes. She folded her hands in her lap, but it didn’t hide the tremble.

Ty slipped his hand under hers and wrapped his fingers around hers. She traced the lines of the veins along the back of his hand. “He was so charismatic...knew the right lines, touched me when I needed it.” Her hand stopped moving. “I was sent to guide him through life, to keep him from getting hurt and what did I do? I fell in love with him and failed.”

He couldn’t not touch her. No matter how much he told himself making a move would be disastrous. “How, Liv? I don’t think you know how to fail.”

“Really?” She stared at him with moist eyes and her voice came out husky in a way that resonated to his core. “It wasn’t love.” She cleared her throat, making her voice deeper. “I found out after I’d fallen, he only wanted immortality. I was so in a rush to feel...something. I wanted his touch, his kisses, admiration and to enjoy a physical relationship. I left my charge to be with him and it was a mistake.”

Somehow he doubted anything about her was true mistake. So she didn’t know her true calling yet. Who really knew what they were meant to do from the get-go? He sure didn’t.

A song played in his head. Yes, he’d only just met her but he refused to believe their meeting was nothing more than a simple chance. He’d been looking for a woman just like her for so long he’d almost given up.

“What if the mistake was a way to get you to the place you belonged?”

“Like learning a lesson so you appreciate what you’ve got?”

“Yeah, just like that.” Ty stood and tugged her up into his arms. He began to sway, brushing his cheek against her temple. “Like bumbling along the road of broken dreams, not knowing at the time it was all important to what you’re supposed to do later on.”

She settled tighter in his arms. “You’re wise for a college man, or you’ve really practiced your come-on lines.”

“I don’t have any pick-up lines.” He let go of her hand and wrapped both arms around her back, below the wings. “If I’m so smart, then why do I feel so fucked up in your presence? I want to impress you, not make you think I’ve lost my mind.” He stopped swaying and gazed into her eyes. God, he could get lost there forever. “This sounds crazy, but I wanna be loved by you.”

I Wanna Be Loved by You ~ Part Two

copyright C. 2011 Wendi Zwaduk

Angel wasn’t her name. Ty cringed. Damn. He’d always managed to be so suave with girls. Not this one. She was completely aloof to him. Was that the draw? Or was it her body? He itched to wrap his hands around her waist, to run his fingers through her silken hair and to feel those lips on his. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t sure what your name was and I wanted to find you. I’d like to apologize. Those guys are friends but, there’s no excuse for them. Do you need your wings dry cleaned? I’ll gladly pay for it.”

She didn’t respond. Was he babbling? Had to be. Damn it. Then again, he wasn’t so sure he wanted her to be like the other girls he knew. If she’d fallen at his feet, he’d probably have walked away by now. He kind of liked that she barely gave him the time of day.

Her shoulder moved a fraction of an inch.

He bit the inside of his cheek. What the hell...he’d try one more time. “Would you tell me your name? Mine’s Tyler, but everyone calls me Ty.”

She still didn’t say anything or turn around. He groaned. “The one chick I’d like to hit on an she ignores me,” he muttered.

“Livia.”

Ty stared at her. She’d talked. He’d heard it, but he couldn’t quite get over the amazement. “What?” He inched around to look at her face. “Livia? That’s a pretty name.”

“Thanks.” The start of a smile curled on her coral lips. Glitter shimmered on her pale skin. “This is your party?”

Crap. She wasn’t impressed. Hell, after the way the guys treated her, she shouldn’t be impressed. “Me and my roommate, Glenn. He likes Halloween, women and beer.”

Livia’s blue eyes glittered in the moonlight. “And you?”

“I wasn’t interested in the party or the beer. I don’t drink, but I like women and the moment I saw you walk in...you captivated me.”

“Does that line ever work?” Silver flickered in her eyes. “Never mind.” She waved her hand. “Halloween is a fun holiday. You get to dress up and act silly. What’s not to love?”

“You certainly found a winning costume.”

“Not quite.”

“Not quite? You’re the sexiest angel slash sex kitten I’ve ever seen. That,” he nodded and raked his gaze down her body, “works for me.” Everything about her so far worked for him. He could listen to her foggy voice put him in his place for quite a while. His cock thickened behind his zipper. For the first time in more than six months he forgot about his past and remembered what it felt like to offer himself to a woman. Now he just had to put those thoughts into words.

“Does it?” Her tone came out drolly.
Ty rubbed his sweaty palms on his jeans legs. His common sense dictated he go slow with her. Tell that to his libido.

“Are you okay?”

“Come with me upstairs. We can talk and get to know each other.” He pointed to the fire escape. “We can take the back steps if you don’t want to fight the crowd. Or there’s the roof.” He closed his eyes. If she didn’t say it, he certainly thought it—he sounded slimy and coarse. “I’m sorry. I should keep my mouth closed.”

The smile blossomed and she laughed. “You sound a little smarmy, but yeah, I’d like to go talk. It’s been a while since I’ve had someone just want to converse.”

He offered his hand. “We’ll take the stairs.”

“Nah.” She shook her head. “Allow me.” She wrapped her arms around him and lifted the both of them off the ground. Within moments, they stood on the roof.

“How’d—how did you do that?”

The grin faded and the blush faded from her cheeks. “Too much?”

He looked blankly around at his surroundings. They were on the roof. “I could be wrong, but we...”

“Flew up here? Yeah.” She stood before him and opened her wings. The feathers fluttered in the slight breeze. “Do you believe in things you can’t always see?”

“Like ghosts?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ve got an open mind.”

“I’m a fallen angel.”

I Wanna Be Loved By You ~ Part One

I thought I'd try something fun and kinda new. I'm starting a weekly story that culminates on Halloween. Why not? Here's the first instillation...I love the creepy tabloid TV type cover too. Read on for Part One.


copyright C. 2011 Wendi Zwaduk

Parties are so lame.

Livia crossed her arms and stared at the people swaying before her. Techno music blasted from the speakers and rumbled the floor. She flicked a lock of her hair over her shoulder. Dancing, laughing, and more than enough drinking. She sighed. When was the last time she’d danced and laughed?

Hell. She couldn’t remember.

She wanted to dance, to wrap her arms around a torso thick with muscle, to rest her head on a taut set of pecs and hear the heartbeat of red-blooded male.

A young man dressed as a gladiator ambled towards her. “Hel-lo beautiful.” A wide grin curled his lips. He winked and pointed to her with his sloshing cup. “You shouldn’t stand in the corner alone. Might get your wings dirty.”

She crooked one brow. “They’ll wash.”

“Yeah?” He wobbled on his feet. “Feathers work in washing machine?” He burped and his eyes widened. “I made a funny.” He swayed again and splashed beer onto her bustier.

Livia gritted her teeth. This wasn’t the man she had in mind. Her dream man didn’t slop alcohol on anyone. Was she thinking of someone impossible? Probably.

“So, do ya wanna go make out?” He licked his lips. “I’m a great kisser.”

“Go home, Brett.”

Livia’s blood turned to fire in her veins. The deep, gravelly voice set all her nerve endings on end.

“Butt out, Ty.” Brett smacked his lips. “We were gonna have sex.”

“No we weren’t,” Livia snapped. “You spilled beer on me.”

“Okay, time for Brett to go home. I don't want shit on my carpet.”

The owner of the deep voice stepped out from behind Livia and grabbed Brett’s arms. Her jaw dropped. This man, Ty if she remembered, embodied her innermost desires. Towering, filled out with lean muscle, thick dark hair with just a hint of curl and that voice. Her pussy clenched and cream coated her panties. What would it feel like to have his hands on her body?

Both men moved through the throng of people and disappeared. She should stick around and find out if Ty was interested or if he was just keeping an eye on his property. Not that she could blame him. Dumped beer could be murder on a sound system. Every moment she waited, her conscience ate into her more. Waiting made her look weak. It made her look needy.

Damn.

No. She’d waited long enough. If he really wanted to talk to her, he’d have come back. She turned and made her way to the back door. In the kitchen doorway, she plowed into a scantily clad tiger giggling with a cowboy.

“Watch it,” the tiger snapped. “Nice wings. Costume outlet or did you get then online?”

How the hell should she answer? The truth was so much more involved than anything. “Something like that.”

The cowboy tipped his hat. “Wanna join in? We’re always looking for a third.”

If they only knew what she’d done during her lifetime. “I’m good. No thanks.” Livia ducked her head and continued through the kitchen until she got to the back door.

Finally. Freedom.

Livia stopped on the back patio and stared up at the sky. Her heart ached. He was out there somewhere. Tears burned at the corner of her eyes. It was foolish to pine for the dead, especially when they’d parted so badly. Still, Isaiah held her heart and her life in his hands.

"Angel?"

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