Chapter 3

Three

Hendrix

I watch Star as she kisses her man and I fight the jealousy that lives inside of me. When did I learn that I was stupidly in love with my best friend? The night I saw her walk out the door with Kennedy Morningstar on their first date.

The way her eyes gleamed and how he looked at her, I knew that I was going to lose her. At the time I was okay with it because I’m not meant to stay here on Earth for much longer, hence why I’m acting like a raging dick.

Holden and I have been called back to Heaven to help them settle a war that’s brewing between them and Nash Morningstar. The little peen decided to take over for Kennedy and lo and behold he’s fucking everything up.

As much as I hate that the Devil married Star, I can see that she’s changed him, and I will never admit this outloud but he’s good for her. She’s no longer that scared, sheltered girl. She’s spread her wings and flown, and I couldn’t be prouder.

“If you keep staring at her like that Ken is going to get pissed,” Holden says, pushing me aside to dump the bins and replace them with clean ice.

We both work here, keeping an eye on Star, though in a few weeks it won’t matter. “How can you be so calm about this? I know you love her as much as I do.” I grunt, crossing my arms and ignoring how Maci’s eyes glue to the ink all over them.

“I do, but I also know that we were sent here to protect her. Not to fall in love. She has a lot still to come within her destiny, and we will be there by her side when that time comes, but now we need to leave and let fate take its course. You heard what Gabe said. We must stop interfering in her path.”

Starla leaves Ken and sashays over to us with a huge smile on her face. She’s glowing under the neon lights and my heart aches at how much I’m going to miss her.

“That man has it bad for you Star,” I grumble, watching as Ken hasn’t taken his eyes off of her. She bumps me with her shoulder and sighs.

“I know. He’s great isn’t he?”

Holden agrees and I just grunt, then leave them to chat about whatever. Being around her is getting harder every day. Maybe it’s a good thing we are leaving.

Kennedy

My wife is a temptress dressed in an angel’s disguise and she’s all mine. I finish my drink and watch Tyna perform for a few more minutes, then make my way up the stairs and to my office like my seductress suggested.

Taking a seat in my leather chair, I watch out the glass window that showcases the whole club. Star is talking to Holden and laughing about something. She lights up a room with her smile, and it’s infectious.

Even with all this space between us, I find myself grinning.

I knew the moment I met her that she was going to be my queen, but I never imagined our lives like this. She was young and still in school. I was running away from a job that I never wanted.

One that unfortunately I’ll have to resume in a few years. Nash is an idiot and can’t handle the position for much longer. I don’t want to leave this place, but it’s my destiny. I just hope she decides to come with me and forgives me for not disclosing everything about my past.

“Hey,” the voice of my bride and soft click of the door pulls me away from my musings. I spin the chair around and face the woman of my dreams. My star.

“Hey, Angel.”

Licking her lips, she reaches behind her, and begins to remove the corset keeping her sexy body from my view, and the fake wings.

“I don’t have much time. You know how popular Halloween is here.” Walking toward me, I offer her my hand and she lifts herself on top of me, straddling my lap. I’m hard as a rock for my sinful bride and I don’t think a quickie will be an issue.

Gripping the back of her neck, I pull her lips to mine as she releases me from my pants, pumping my cock for a moment. I devour her mouth, as she grinds her pantie-clad pussy against my bare cock.

“Please, Handsome, I need you,” she whimpers against my lips and I smirk. I love it when she begs. Distracting her with my tongue, I allow a sharp claw to form on my hand and slice it through the thin silk between her thighs, shredding her bottoms.

“Kennedy,” she moans as the head of my cock now bumps against her uncovered clit. “Honey, please.”

Not wanting to tease her any longer, I reach over and grip the base of my cock, and slam it inside her. “Fuck, you’re so big,” she gasps and I groan, letting my head fall back against the leather chair.

Star has always been a perfect fit for me. Tight, hot, and all mine. Just knowing that I’m the only one to have ever fucked her has my balls tingling and on the verge of coming. She’s mine and only mine for now, but I know it won’t be forever.

There are other people in her future and I am okay with that, but not yet. Right now she’s all mine and as I slow my thrusts, I look into her eyes and make love to my Angel.

“I love you, Starla Morningstar,” I whisper and she grabs my shoulder, bouncing harder on my cock. Her eyes are hazed with lust, her pout pursed in an O. She’s close and I’m right there with her.

“Please, Ken, please,” she begs. I look into her eyes once more, then grip her neck and bite the space between her shoulder and collarbone, setting her off. Her pussy’s like a vice, sending me over the cliff with her.

With every spurt of cum I fill her with, I picture this time being the one that I finally breed my bride. She doesn’t know that I’ve been actively trying, but I have been and I will get Star pregnant.

Catching her breath, she rests her head on my chest for a moment, then sighs.

“Better, Mr. Morningstar?” she jokes and I chuckle, moving her head so I can kiss her once more.

“No, but it’s an appetizer I guess.”

“Ugh, Kennedy, what am I going to do with you,” Star fake groans and I shake my head as she pulls away, climbing off my lap.

“I’m going to need a new pair of bottoms,” she grumbles, walking over to a chest of drawers that hold her outfits. I watch as her ripe ass bends in front of me and I’m about to get up out of my chair and bite it when there is a commotion in the hall.

The door slams open in a cloud of smoke and sulfur. Nash is standing there enraged and my first thought is Star.

“Nash, oh my God, get out of here,” she squeals, quickly putting a robe on. He gives her a sneer, moving right for her.

“You. This is all your fault,” he growls before grabbing her hand and throwing her over his shoulder and disappearing in another cloud of smoke.

“Fuck!” I roar.

Holden and Hendrix storm in, their eyes glowing gold.

“What the fuck just happened?” Hendrix shouts and I groan, rubbing my eyes. Putting my dick away, I fix my pants and walk over to the desk.

“Well, boys, it looks like we’re going to Hell.”