Indulgence (34 page)

“Good. Do that,” Aspen begged.

“Who’s Tripp?” I asked.

“Her bisexual boyfriend.”

London threw her napkin at her sister. “That is not true and
you know it! He’s my best friend.” Her voice was strained and then she fired
back a scathing retort. “Are you fucking Ollie?”

I paid very close attention to this part. She’d brushed it
off like nothing today and made me promise to apologize to him, but that little
pipsqueak had his hands all over my Angel.

“No, never have.” Aspen’s voice was as confident as when I
heard her speaking to the doctor yesterday. “How about you and Tripp? Ever
slept with your best friend? Hmmm?” Aspen shot back.

“That’s not fair, Pen, and you know it.” London’s eyes
narrowed.

“You started it,” Aspen said, sounding like a five-year-old
would after tattle-telling.

“Whatever. I’m outta here. Hank, you’re hot. And it’s
obvious you’re head over heels for my sister.”

Was it that obvious?

“Can you please fuck her into oblivion so she’ll get her
head out of her ass and start enjoying life for once!”

Yup. This woman was tops for sure.

“I’m not talking to you for a month, London!” Aspen yelled.

“Don’t care,” she said flippantly. “I have a client for the
next six weeks starting tomorrow, anyway. Not that you care.”

“Oh, I didn’t realize you had your next client lined up so
quickly.” Aspen sounded sad.

“Yeah, well you would have if you’d cared to answer my calls
or maybe lived a little. Instead you chose to throw yourself into work the last
few months trying to forget about the asshole that cheated on you … twice!” She
added.

Holy smokes!
Her sister was putting all her dirty
laundry out there. I felt wrong for being stuck in the middle of it, but I
could see Aspen’s eyes well up with tears and that was the end for me.

“Hey, hey now. London, that was uncalled for,” I stated.

Her sister turned around and hugged me out of the blue. My
mother was the same way so it didn’t bother me. Made me feel important. “Hank,
I can feel how good you are for her. Even if she’s a bitch,” that part was
slung over her shoulder in Aspen’s direction. “She deserves a man who will
treat her right. Don’t screw her over. I don’t want to pick up the pieces of
her broken heart again.”

“Got it.” I said it and meant it. I looked into the same
blue-gray eyes and silently vowed not to hurt my blond angel.

She searched my eyes for a few moments. “I believe you.” I
don’t know what she saw when she looked at me, but whatever it was I got the
green light from her sister. I’d just passed some type of squirrelly test only
women had the answer key to.

With a turn of her heel she went over to her sister and
hugged her. A few tears built in Aspen’s eyes and threatened to tumble over her
cheek. I clutched my fingers into a fist. I didn’t want to see her cry … ever.

“Be safe, Sis. I love you. And … I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have
said what I said about Tripp.” Aspen told London.

“Me too. It wasn’t cool of me to try and get a rise out of
you by bringing up your ex,” she looked over at me. Her cheeks reddened in
embarrassment.

“Please have Tripp send Oliver the specifics of your next
client. You know I worry, even if you don’t think so.”

“I will.” Then the dark woman was gone and Aspen had her
head in her hands.

“Hey, Darlin’, what the hell was that?”

She sighed. “It was a long time coming.”

“’Fess up? One moment we were eating supper and the next you
two were fit to be tied.”

“Yeah, it’s been brewing awhile. She’s been upset with me
for ignoring her calls, not being a part of her life the past few months.”

“Because of some jerk with shit for brains?”

She laughed, and it was the most precious sound. “You could
say that, yes. A man did a number on me, but I’m fine.”

“Tell me about him.”

“Hank, you don’t want to know about my ex. Really.” She
looked tired and drained.

“Alright then, but one day you will talk about it. I want to
know everything about you.”

Her gaze searched mine. I had no idea what was going on in
that head of hers.

“For now, though, how about we watch a movie together.”

She squinted. “Like you did with the pretty nurse today?”

Looked like the green-eyed monster had ahold of my Angel.
Love this side of her. “She offered to watch a movie with me because I was
stuck here all day. We’d just started watching something when you came home.”

I could see the wheels turning in her head. Lying with her
in a bed was exactly what I wanted to do. With a little guilt, I pressed on my
bandaged shoulder and groaned.

She laughed. “Okay, okay, fine.”

We got up from the table and I led the way, holding her
hand, warm and soft in mine. I could feel her heartbeat as our palms touched.
We walked past my room and entered the master. The room was classy but warm.
The sleigh-style bed sat proudly in the center of the room with wooden end
tables on each side. The comforter looked like a burgundy cloud. I could hardly
wait to get into it and snuggle up to the woman I was quickly becoming enamored
with.

There were a variety of art pieces hung strategically
throughout the room. One of the pictures above the bed had textured fabric and
sequins in an Indian sari-inspired design. Another picture showed a seated Buddha,
hands held in a strange pose. I didn’t know anything about Indian art but the
room was definitely inspired by the culture. Heavy fabrics in rich maroons and
golds were placed elegantly throughout the space.

Letting go of her hand, I walked to the side of the bed and
pulled off my sweats. She watched me pull back the covers and slip into the
bed. I patted the other side.

She pulled at the zipper behind her head and contorted her
body. I could see the dress start to loosen in front.

“That’s my side of the bed,” she said, and continued to pull
at the zipper behind her. The fabric pooled and hung forward even more.

“Not anymore.”

Her head cocked to the side as she let the blue fabric slide
down her form and pool at her feet. ”We’ll see about that, Caveman.”

“Fuck!” I lost my ability to breathe. She was right out of a
wet dream, standing there in a black lace bra and panties. The low lighting
from behind provided an incandescent glow around her silhouette. Black
stockings were held up by magic halfway between milky thighs.

I felt my heartbeat stop as she sauntered across the room
and turned, her back to me providing the most delectable view of her scantily
clad ass. She was beyond beautiful. Emotions mixed with lust and a little of
something else I wasn’t ready to name. Then they all got together and prevented
me from speaking or making a sound. No woman had ever put me in such a state.
Though I knew I’d never liked a woman as much as I did Aspen. She was the
entire package.

Smart, drop dead gorgeous, beautiful laugh, and a
personality I wanted to know more of. Overall she fascinated me and did more
than turn me on. She broke me down to the base level where a man hid his savage
beast. The one that kept me from all logic, zeroing in on only one thing.

Aspen.

When all my faculties got back on board I called out to her.
“Jesus Christ! Angel, get over here now,” I demanded.

She shook her head and pilfered through her drawers. With a
shirt clutched to her hand she made to slip it over her head. I was out of the
bed and gripping her wrist before she had the opportunity to slide it over her
head.

“You gonna prance around in this, taunt me with your perfect
body, and not let me touch?” I gripped her waist and thrust my erection against
her behind.

She leaned back against me and moaned. I slid a hand up her
ribs and over her breast. I took hold, sliding down one cup to tug and pull at
the rigid nipple. She made a sound that was a cross between a moan and a plea.
The sound went straight to my dick hardening it further. “Hank, you can’t. You
just had surgery.”

I thrust against her ass again more roughly. “My cock
feel
broken to you, Darlin’? You do things to me. I need to show you what I’m
feelin’. Let me,” I whispered into her ear from behind.

She shivered and gasped, “Oh God. I want you so much.” The
words were a whisper, almost a cry.

I kissed along her bare neck, sweeping her hair off to one
shoulder. She trembled as I licked and feasted on the skin of her neck up to
her ear. My good arm slid around her front and down her body, enjoying the
luscious curves and soft skin. She mewled and moaned when I slipped my fingers
between her panties and bare skin and found her wet and wanting.

“So ready for me, Angel? Mmm, I like that. So much.” I
plunged two fingers in while I trailed hot kisses all over her neck and back.
She arched and I added another finger. Her body was searing hot as I used my
fingers in and out, in and out, again and again. I fucked her until she was
gasping for air and begging for more. Her responsiveness shattered me.

I gloried in every little moan, gasp, and utterance of
pleasure she bestowed. She was heaven and I wanted to taste every inch of it. I
plucked her core and spun my thumb around her tight little nub until she
screamed out, her orgasm taking her in violent spasms coating my fingers with
her honey. I held on the best I could with one arm. Her body bucked against my
chest as the last of her pleasure slowed.

When she calmed, she turned around and slanted her mouth
over mine, kissing me so thoroughly I forgot about anything but the precious
bundle I had half-naked in my arms.

Hank’s right hand gripped and squeezed my ass as I sucked at
the skin of his neck.

“Help me get this shirt off,” he requested.

Having put the shirt on him, I had the trick down pat. I
pulled the good arm though the shirt first, then his head, then carefully
slipped his wounded arm through the arm hole. He had me remove the sling, even
though I disagreed profusely.

Once he was stripped of everything but his boxers, he turned
abruptly and went and sat in the center of my bed. I was left feeling cold and
bereft, yet insanely turned on.

“Take off your panties … slowly.” His demanding tone sent
heat throughout my body, warming me from the top of my head to the tip of my
nylon-covered toes. I did what he asked, making a real meal of the process.
“Now your bra.” His voice was deeper, roughened by desire.

I twisted my arms behind my back and unclipped the hook. I
shrugged and let the lace drop to the floor alongside my underwear.

“Fucking perfect,” he whispered. I preened at his
compliment. “Come here.”

Taking long, slow strides, I walked to the foot of the bed.
Putting my hands on the edge I crawled up to where he sat, straddling his hips
bravely. My black stockings were a stark contrast to my white flesh and his
tanned skin. His hand came out and pulled me to his lap roughly. His mouth went
straight for my breast, sucking my nipple with long, deep, tugs of lips and
teeth.

After a few minutes he’d moan and flick just the tip playfully
with the end of his tongue, sending a fresh bout of arousal to my core. He
moved to my other breast, giving it the same attention. Heat rose within me,
tipping the world on edge as his talented fingers and the wet heat of him
possessed me. Before long I was grinding against his erection, dizzy with the
need to feel him inside.

Dragging his head away from my breasts I plunged my tongue
into his warm mouth. He groaned and sucked my tongue, thrilling me to no end.
With great skill, that enchanting tongue feasted on every surface. He made
kissing a full-on banquet of sensation. Every nerve ending was on high alert.
Even the slightest touch of his skin against mine had me moaning with need. He
was driving me to the edge of insanity with lust.

“Hank, more, I need more,” I breathed into his mouth,
tugging on his full bottom lip and waiting for the satisfying “plop” when I
yanked away.

My hand snaked down between our bodies as both his hands
cupped my bare bottom possessively. I could feel the difference in his wounded
side. That hand merely held on, whereas his right gripped me with force. A
pained expression came over his face.

“You okay?” The man just had surgery, and here I was trying
to hop on pop.

“Don’t you worry none. I’m more than okay now that I have you.”
His words egged me on. I found my target and squirmed onto his lap, backing up
only to pull his erect cock out of his boxers.

“Oh, Darlin’, take my shorts off. I want nothin’ between
us.” His eyes were smoldering as he stared at my body, licking his lips
sinfully. I shimmied and tugged his boxers completely off him—rather
ungracefully, but he didn’t care. His hands were all over me, touching,
caressing, and squeezing in perfect unison with my need to feel him. His deep
sighs as he gripped a particular part made me feel like the sexiest woman in
the world. With Hank, I didn’t feel lacking. With Grant, I wasn’t enough.

I nestled back over him. He had a beautiful cock that was
rigid and proudly straining up to meet my body. I fondled it, slicking the wetness
at the tip over and down the full length, watching his face, trying to
catalogue what he liked best. He groaned and gritted his teeth when I played
with the little patch of skin behind the wide knob of his dick.

He gestured for me to lift up to where I was holding my
weight on my knees. His mouth came down and licked and kissed my belly with
reverence. He inhaled deeply as he nuzzled my skin. Cherished. He made feel
special, maybe even loved. I was loath to define it as such. It was too
soon—much too soon—for mixing love and desire.

“I can’t get over your scent. It’s so … God Angel,
everything about you is a dream come true.” He licked and grazed his teeth
along my ribs before taking a nipple and sucking hard. “Delicious.” His teeth
bit down and sent a surge of electric heat through my body. Wetness flooded my
core. “You ready, Darlin’? I feel like I’m ready to explode.”