Indulgence (36 page)

One of her hands held her balance, the other came up to her
creamy white breast where she cupped and pinched the nipple much harder than I
would have. She moaned and I watched astonished as she hungrily took my length
down her throat over and over.

“Touch yourself … C-come with me, Angel,” I urged.

She slid her right hand down her gorgeous body, lifted her
purple gown up to give me a nice view of her bare ass. She held herself up on
her knees, one hand keeping balance on the bed. She leaned her weight onto her
balancing arm and slid her other hand down to delve into her heat. I had the
perfect position to see her fingers twirl around her clit.

The sight ripped through my body, sending jolts of pleasure
where her pretty cheeks hollowed out around my cock. She moved faster and
faster, following the pattern of my thrusts. I had been on the edge of coming
since the second her lips touched me, but this, this was unbelievable. I was
about to blow. Her fingers between her legs were a blur of activity; her ass
tipped up and arched while she moaned, a shot of electricity sizzled through
me. She removed her hand from her wet heat and brought it up to pinch and
elongate her right nipple. With nimble fingers she squeezed and yanked on it
until it was the color of a ripe raspberry. I knew it tasted just as good.

Watching her stroke herself and take my cock down her throat
at the same time did me in.

She jerked in orgasm the same time I pumped into her mouth,
howling as the pleasure became too much. My seed jetted down her throat, a
little dribbled out the side of her mouth. I took my thumb and brushed it off,
wanting her skin unmarked. She swallowed my essence then gripped my hand and
licked off the remnants, like a cat sipping its milk from a bowl. Aspen was by
far the sexiest woman I’d ever been with. Everything about her tore at my heart
and ripped it open wide for her to steal.

She lapped at my softening dick, licking me clean. I cupped
her face, fingertips lightly flowing along the ridges and planes. So many
emotions were openly visible as her gaze held mine. The way she nuzzled against
my shaft as if she was worshiping me stole my breath. My angel was too good to
be true. None of the women I’d ever been with made me feel as if they owned me,
but this one did. A small blink of her perfect lashes and I was done. A lift of
her swollen lips and I was a goner. She straight owned me. It was more than the
sex. It was the way she looked at me. As if she saw … me. Not just a hunk of
meat or a body to fuck.

Her hands slid up and down my thighs and heavy bursts of air
left me. She came up on her knees and held me. A hug. Something so simple held
so much meaning. This wasn’t just a roll in the hay. It was more. She knew it
and I knew it. Now I just had to make sure she didn’t try to escape it.

Leaning down, I kissed her deeply, wanting her to know how
much this night had meant to me. I could taste myself in her kiss, and it was
one of the most exotic things I’d ever experienced. I devoured her mouth and
lips until we were both out of breath.

She removed her nighty, pulled back the covers and slid
under, leaving the space next to her open in invitation. I tilted on my good
side and pulled her against me, her ass nestled against my groin. I lobbed the
bum arm over her waist. “Is this okay?” I asked a little uncertain.

“More than, okay. I’m tired Hank. Go to sleep.”

I fell asleep dreaming of all the wicked things I was going
to do to my angel the very next chance I got.

Turned out, we went at it like rabbits again first thing in
the morning. She was riding my cock like a champion thoroughbred when her
bedroom door flew open.

Her head tilted back and she came with a loud scream. The
sound was louder than usual and I realized after spurting hotly into her pussy
that it wasn’t just her screaming.

Standing with his hand still on the door was a stunned
Oliver. Mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. His eyes were wide
and the size of dinner plates.

I covered Aspen’s breasts protectively; they were the
perfect size and filled my palms nicely, but I didn’t want his eyes on em’.

“Get on outta here, boy!” I yelled in anger at her friend.

His mouth hung open, catching flies. Then he abruptly turned
on his heel and scampered away.

“Fuck! Why the hell does he come into your private chambers
unannounced? How the hell did he get into the house?” A thousand questions
formed but I could only spurt out a couple of them. “Are you okay?” was my last
question when I realized that she wasn’t answering. I cooled my jets and
smiled. Teasingly I asked, “Angel, did I fuck you dumb?”

She nodded against my neck smiling wide and I rubbed her
back, then palmed her ass. Her knees were gripping my hips domineeringly, and
if she didn’t get up I was going to take her again. All of a sudden her
shoulders started to shake and I worried that she was crying. Bone-breaking
fear took over—I had screwed up something again.

A howling laughter barreled out of her as she slid off me
and to her side clutching her middle. Thank God it wasn’t me messin’ something
up!

“I think you shocked the hell out of Ollie! Did you see his
face? Oh Hank, that was fucking perfect.”

She was confusing the hell out of me but I went with it.
“Well yeah, I thought the fucking was perfect, too.” I grinned and she just
laughed harder.

She smacked my chest playfully and tried to calm her
laughter. It was no use. She’d looked at me and started the whole bout over
again. I let her finish her hysterics, enjoying the sight of her so carefree.
Once done, her lips locked on mine in a long, sweet kiss.

“Thank you.”

“I’d never been thanked for sex before, but you’re welcome.
Anytime.”

“No Hank, thank you for freaking out Ollie. That was the
perfect payback for a couple of his transgressions. He’ll be mortified for a
week … hell, maybe even a month!” Her smile was bright and lit up the room. It
seemed it was easy to please my angel.

“Glad to be of service. Anytime you want to fuck me to freak
out your little friend, I’m your guy,” I assured her, hugging her sexy body
tightly.

After a few moments she leaned up. “Don’t call him little.
It’s derogatory and it will hurt his feelings. I want payback, but I don’t want
you offending him. Okay?” I was reminded that regardless of our mating it
didn’t change the fact that Oliver had top billing. I needed a new plan to
ensure I got top status.

“Got it, Darlin’. Note to self. Do not piss off your
assistant.”

“He’s not just my assistant. He’s my best friend and only I
get to piss him off. Got it?” She poked at my chest to make her point.

I nodded, still annoyed that he came and went as he pleased.
Then my whole world went bright with her next comment.

“I have the entire day free.”

“Really?” I tried not to sound too hopeful. “Whatever shall
we do?” I used my most eloquent accent and thrust my hips.

She hit my chest again and got out of bed swaying her
delectable ass in the process. “I was thinking we start with a bath. You game,
Stud?”

“A bath?” I crinkled my nose. ”What about your friend?”

“You can’t get your bandage wet, so a shower’s out.” My
angel thought of everything. “And Ollie can wait, the little punk.”

“Oh, so you can call him little, but I can’t?”

“Exactly!” she smiled. I didn’t think I’d ever understand
her relationship with that man. Boy. Man-boy. Whatever.

A brisk knock came at the door. She moved to open it
completely naked. “Don’t you dare flaunt that body in front of him.”

She looked at me in confusion and then just shrugged her
shoulders. I walked over to the door and opened it bare-ass naked instead.

Oliver’s eyes traced my body from top to bottom. His mouth
hung open again. “What is it?” I asked. He continued to stare.

Behind me, Aspen wedged her way around with that sexy purple
nightgown back on. She stepped in front of me to hide my manhood. I put my arm
around her shoulders and cupped her satin-clad breast, then kissed her neck.
She leaned it to the side, giving me better access. She wanted to make her friend
uncomfortable? I was her guy. If I got to touch her in the process, that was
just fine with me.

“Oliver, when Hank’s here, he’d prefer you knock.”

“So it starts already?” The man’s eyes narrowed into slits;
his lips held a hard line. She shrugged and he continued. “The nurse is here
and I’ve cancelled your afternoon appointments so that you could have the day
as you requested. Is that going to be all,
Ms.
Reynolds
?”

Heated looks were exchanged between the two and then a smile
crept across Aspen’s face. “Gotcha! Payback’s a bitch!” she screamed with
laughter. “I can’t believe the look on your face, Ollie. You looked like you
had wet your pants!”

His face softened. “I just saw my best friend being fucked!
Though it was damn hot seeing you ride a sexy cowboy … ” he looked me up and
down and continued, “that was just twisted and evil. You knew I would be coming
to wake you up like I do every day!”

“Actually, I was a little busy with the Stud here to
remember that you’d be making your morning wakeup call. But I’m not sorry I
forgot. That was too good.” They both laughed. “You gotta admit, it was a good
burn.”

“I think I need a shower now. Seeing Hank in all his cowboy
yumminess, I need to go home and spank Dean.” Spank Dean? More information than
I needed to hear about the pipsqueak and his sexual preferences.

“Well, you do that. I’m going to take my angel here and
dirty her up some more. Tell the nurse to come back in an hour. Thanks, Buddy,
and sorry for yelling at ya. I was as surprised as you were by her joke,” I
said, trying to make a small effort with her friend. Seemed as though the way
to her happiness was a wicked orgasm and making this guy happy.

His smile split across his entire face. His teeth were a
startling white. “Buddy? I like it,” he mused and then turned to leave.

“That was good of you, Hank. You’re going to have to get
over some of your jealousy toward Oliver. He’s very gay and very in love with
his boyfriend Dean. Actually, you might like Dean. He’s a firefighter.”

“I don’t have any gay friends, so it’s not every day that I
see a guy openly talking about being with one. I don’t really care what he does
in his personal time but he doesn’t need to be seeing you naked. That’s
reserved for me, and me alone.”

“Is that right?” Her eyes were swirling with heat.

“Damn straight!” I smacked her on the ass. “Now about that
bath.” She laughed and ran to the bathroom.

“Come on, Stud. The water’s mighty fine,” she called from
the bathroom, butchering a Southern accent.

We spent the next two weeks in a similar routine. I’d go to
work; Hank would wreak havoc on my home staff and check in with me and his crew
by mobile. Gustav my chef didn’t understand the relationship between Hank and
I, but neither did I.

Spending time really analyzing it hadn’t been at the top of
my list of things to do. Instead, I preferred to enjoy the easy relationship
we’d grown accustomed to, even though I kept waiting for the shoe to drop. I
knew one day it would.

Every day Hank would greet me with an earth-shattering kiss,
leaving me breathless and ready for him in mere seconds. We’d discuss our day,
chat about different things we didn’t know about one another, eat whatever
Gustav prepared, and spend our evenings making love like wild animals. I rather
enjoyed the routine. Having someone to come home to was new to me. Even Butch
wormed his way into my heart.

“Tomorrow I’m gettin’ outta here.” Hank took a monster-sized
bite of his garlic bread. The man was just so damned big. Everything he did
seemed monumental.

Panic started to rise, my heart pounding out of my chest.
“What do you mean? You’re leaving? But … ”

Hank cut me off before I could start in. “Darlin’, don’t
worry your pretty little head. I’m not leaving you, I’m leaving the house. It’s
been over two weeks and I’m going crazy, shoulder-bitin’ crazy.” My entire body
physically relaxed. “’Sides, I need to check in on my men. Make sure they’re
keeping up their end of the work.”

“Okay, I’ll have my driver take you.”

“Nope. I can drive myself. My truck’s automatic and the
therapist thinks it would be a good idea for me to start stretchin’ myself a
bit. Push the limits, ya know?”

“Really? So soon? You just started showing real improvement
in your mobility.” I thought back to earlier that morning when he fully gripped
my hips and rammed into my body from behind making me scream out in pleasure.
He was definitely getting better. I could feel the warm blush spread across my
cheeks and down my neck.

“Yup. I’d love to drive you to work tomorrow.” His eyes were
close to pleading.

Smiling, I agreed knowing my security team would not
appreciate this option. Having a lot of money had its disadvantages, and
concern for my safety was one of them. Between disgruntled employees and the
everyday wacko, I couldn’t be too careful, and getting into a truck not manned
by my security team was risky. Hank would keep me safe though. If anything, our
concern for one another was growing in spades over the past couple weeks.
Besides, if he’d throw his body under a sky raining metal pipes, I think he’d
ensure I got safely to my building.

“So it’s settled then.”

“What’s settled?” A voice called from the entryway to the
dining room. I knew that voice. Grew up hearing the shrill tone, so high at
times it could pierce an eardrum.

Hank looked confused. “Who the hell are you? Jesus, Angel!
Your security in this place needs some fixin’!” He stood up from the dining
table and put himself between me and the she-devil.