Indulgence (44 page)

Instead of continuing to listen, I took a deep breath and
entered the living room.

“Hey, Darlin’. Did you get a good nap in?” Hank clasped my
hand and pulled me into his lap, not the seat on the couch next to him. I
squealed like a little girl and tried to keep my dress from showing my lady
bits. His skin was warm when he snuggled into my neck. I could feel the small
prickly hairs that had grown on his chin as it abraded my skin. It didn’t hurt,
quite the opposite actually.

“I did, thank you. Sorry I was out for so long.”

“You were tired,” his corresponding grin spoke volumes. He
whispered in my ear, “Oh, Angel, the things I plan to do to you tonight ... ”
he trailed off then placed a wet smack against my ear.

“Gross!” I cringed and wiped at the wet spot.

Hank and his mother both laughed at my expense.

“Get used to it, pretty girl. The Jensen men are notorious pranksters.”

“Duly noted.”

Hank hugged me to him. “We’re not that bad.”

“I’m going to leave you two for a bit and get supper
started,” Julia said.

“Oh, no you don’t have to cook. Even though Gustav’s not
here, we can go out or call in.”

“Now that the pesky fella isn’t here, I’m dyin’ to get into
that kitchen. That see-through fridge alone is something right out of the
movies! And a six-burner stove! Punky, can you imagine the meals I could’ve
cooked with something like that when you boys were young?”

“Just leave her. This is fun for her. She’s a really great
cook and I could use a home-cooked meal,” Hank said.

“What do you mean? You have one every night.” I made certain
we spent more meals in than out because I knew how much Hank liked to eat in.

“Darlin’, you can’t really call that gourmet stuff Gusto
cooks a home-cooked meal, could ya?”

“Yes, I could and I do. What do you call it?”

“It tastes like food you get at a restaurant. You’ll see
after you’ve had Ma’s cooking.”

“Ma,” Hank screamed. “Whatcha’ cookin’?”

They continued to talk through the walls. The sound was
deafening. Screaming at one another through walls did not happen in the
Bright-Reynolds home. As in, ever.

“Your favorite!” Julia hollered back.

“Oh, my. You are in for a real treat, Angel. She’s ‘bout to
blow your mind with her famous fried chicken and cornbread.” Hank was by far
the most excited I’d seen him. Well, aside from when I was naked and splayed
out for his enjoyment. It was funny to see that same excitement about a meal.
As long as he was happy, my world seemed good.

“Oh God, oh … holy, mmmm,” Aspen moaned around a bite of
fried chicken. Every bite she took she seemed to have a small orgasm. It was
making me hard as steel and having trouble paying attention to anything else.
All I wanted to do was throw her on top of the table and have my wicked way
with her. If she kept up the foodgasms I just might, Ma be damned.

“Good, Angel?”

She smiled around a mouthful of food. She was shoveling it
in like it was her last meal. I loved watching my Angel eat … really eat. She
was always so finicky about how much she ate, what the calories, carbs and fat
intake were. Then she would spend hours in the house gym if she felt she over
did it. Couldn’t complain though, her body was right out of Sports Illustrated
and I enjoyed every inch of it.

“Oh man, Julia. This is … I don’t think I’ve ever had
anything like it. It’s literally the best chicken I’ve ever had. I’m not sure
I’ve ever had fried chicken. You have to share this recipe with Gustav!” She
plopped in a bite of cornbread.

“Nuh-uh! Nope. Ain’t gonna happen, pretty girl. You want my
chicken you have to come to Texas to get it. Of course, you could move there
and I’d promise to make it for you and Hank every week.”

Aspen’s eyes closed and she patted her mouth with her
napkin. “Julia, I don’t think that’s a possibility at this time. My work … ”
she sighed and it hurt to see my girl struggling. “My work is important. I
employ tens of thousands of people and if I didn’t keep the company running the
way it is, a lot of people would be out of work.”

“Holy smokes. You employ that many people? Hell, Hank,
that’s a lot of families that could be hurt if our pretty girl picked up and
left. I had no idea. Wow … ” Ma trailed off.

Aspen no longer looked interested in her food, just pushed
the potatoes around her plate.

“No one’s asking you to leave, Angel.” Aspen’s gaze jumped
up to meet mine. Hurt and pain swirled in those shimmery blue depths. “I mean,
uh, shit … ” I didn’t know how to finish telling her. The situation seemed
impossible.

Tears welled up in her eyes and she stood. “Thank you so
much, Julia, for a lovely meal. The best I’ve ever had. I have some work to do
in my study. Just leave the dishes. The maid will take care of it.” And then
she was gone without a look back, a peck on the cheek, nothing. She was hurt
and I had no idea how to fix it.

“Hank, what the hell were you thinking?” Ma was red with
anger.

“What was I supposed to do? She’s not going to leave and
come home to Texas.”

“Have you considered staying here?”

“In New York?”

“Don’t be thick, son. The woman is clearly in love with you
and you with her.”

“You don’t know that, Ma.”

“Oh, yes I do. Call it mother’s intuition. That pretty girl
loves you and she’s devastated right now. Who works on a Saturday?” She doesn’t
know Aspen. My girl works all the time. That’s why she’s so successful. It
never completely leaves her. “You need to tell her that you’re going to work
this situation out.”

“How can I promise her that?”

“You tell her you’re going to stay in New York. You’re going
to figure out what to do about your business. Maybe this is the time to expand
it. You were talking about having another branch. This is the perfect
opportunity.”

My mom had a good point. I had been talking to Mac, my most
trusted employee, about expanding the business. He’d never leave Texas for
longer than necessary, though. His wife and three kids were back home waiting
anxiously for his return. This job was the longest we’d been away and I was
flying him home every other weekend to be with his family. What if I did set up
a branch in New York? Mac could run the Texas office just fine without me.

“It’s something to consider, Ma. But I’d need an office and
investors here to expand. I don’t have enough capital yet to open an office in
such an expensive place.”

“Didn’t you say your girlfriend owned a building?” She
tilted her head and looked at me as if I were deaf, dumb, and blind. “Maybe you
could rent a space from her? She’s also got lots of money. Bet she knows some
investors.”

Again, the woman was smart. She didn’t run the backend of
the cattle business because she was dumb.

“Maybe I could talk to Aspen about it. But if she doesn’t
feel the same way, I … ”

“Shut it, Punky. You tell that woman how you feel and I’d
bet every dollar in my bank account she feels the same. Have a little faith,
dear. You’re a Jensen. My boys are irresistible. You’re the most loveable men
in the world.”

“Ma, you’re biased.”

“That’s right, and with good reason. You will take perfect
care of her. She needs a real man around. If you don’t give her that, I’m
telling you, she’s a catch. Someone will … ” she left off.

To hell with that! There was no way on God’s green earth
that I’d let another man so much as touch a hair on her purdy head. The thought
of someone kissing or making love to my girl made me crazy. Insane. Downright
certifiable.

“Ma, goodnight.”

“Go get her, baby!” she yelled as I headed to Aspen’s study.

She was standing staring out the window, arms crossed
protectively over her chest. She didn’t hear me come in. I took in her form as
she stood facing the New York skyline. I could tell she was lost in thought.
She was so beautiful.

The gray dress she wore clung to her hips and ass. The light
from her desk lamp highlighted the gold in her long blond hair. Her head was
tipped to the side, exposing the creamy column of her neck. That neck made me
weak. I wanted to brand her, mark her there so everyone could see that she was
taken, that she was mine.

Slowly, I crept up and slid my arms around her waist and set
my head in that lovely crook in her neck. She sighed and curved her form
against mine. She filled all my spaces perfectly.

“Angel, we’re going to work out our living situation … ” I
started, but she cut me off.

“How? It’s impossible, Hank. This has all been great, but
it’s not reality. It isn’t real.”

White-hot anger spiraled through me. How could she blow this
off so easy? My entire body tensed around her, fingers digging into her hips.

“You don’t mean that, this is very real … ”

She flipped around in my arms. Tears streaked down her
angelic face. It killed me to see her hurting. I wanted to kiss away those
tears, to make her happy, see her smile.

“Is it? Is it really, because it feels like a dream. Like a
perfect, beautiful dream ... but not real.” Her voice broke into a sob on that
last word.

Hands gripping her head to me, I crushed my mouth over hers.
On her gasp, I pushed my tongue into the sweet cavern of her mouth, tasting the
honey I knew I’d find there. My hands trailed down her back and to her ass,
pressing her against me. “This feel real, Angel?” I thrust my erection against
her and she groaned. Turning us around, I lifted those sweet cheeks into the
air and she clamped them around my waist in a vice.

I pushed the chair and documents from her desk and set her
ass on the wood surface. Her mouth ravaged mine, our tongues swirled, teeth
gnashed. When she sucked my tongue I spread her thighs wide, opening her most
private place to my need. Fumbling fingers found the edges of her panties and I
tore the material off her in a snap. I brought the soaking lace to my face. She
watched me, her eyes dilated to the point where I could barely tell they were
blue. Through my nose I sniffed her sopping panties, her scent firing through
my senses and settling at my cock, making me painfully hard.

“This real, Angel. How wet you are for me, how fucking good
you smell!”

“Hank … ” her voice held so much need. A need only I could
fill.

I shoved down my pajama bottoms as she lifted her dress up
and off her body. My hands covered the supple round globes of her breasts,
tugging the nipples into tight aching points. I laved one nipple, swirling my
tongue around the surface. She moaned and arched her back, offering her breasts
up as a gift. I worshipped each tender peak with my tongue, lips, and fingers.

“This real, Angel?” I continued my rant as I sucked and
lavished her breasts until she was rotating her hips hard against my cock,
wetting it with her pleasure.

“Fuck, Hank … ”

“Oh, I’m gonna fuck you. I’m gonna fuck you so hard you will
never forget how real this is, Angel.” I lined up my cock with her entrance,
gripped her ass cheeks in both hands, and slammed into her. She screamed,
throwing her head back. I pulled out and did it again. “Is this real, me buried
balls deep in your perfect pussy? This is—”
Thrust.
“So fucking—”
Thrust.
“Real!”

She came hard against me, her cunt squeezing me in a
viselike grip. Holding strong against my own desire, I tipped her back to lie
fully on the desk. She arched with each aftershock, her beautiful pale body on
display, ready for me to take her again. I pulled out of her and she groaned. I
needed a taste.

“Hank, Hank … you … need.” She was barely able to speak
through her panting.

“Oh Angel, I’m not done with you.”

Hank’s hands were everywhere at once. Before I could even
come down completely from the high, he had me spread out naked on my desk, legs
splayed wide. He twirled his thick fingers into my sex, rubbing my clit with
one hand while the other gripped my thigh. Sex had never been like this before
Hank. It wasn’t just sex or fucking, it was an experience. The man had
incredible skills in the bedroom and he used every one of them on me.

I moaned and tried to reach for him as the pad of his thumb
rubbed the tight knot of pleasure at the apex of my thighs. He whispered, “Feel
real to you, Angel?”

Then he abruptly sat in my office chair, pulled my lower
lips wide and dipped his tongue in for a taste. He moaned in approval. His
tongue licked and nipped, as if my center were a ripe peach. My eyes rolled
back and closed, the pleasure too much to bear. He held my thighs wide open as
he feasted, fucking me with his warm tongue. I could hear the wet suck and pull
of his tongue and lips against my sex.

Before long he added a couple fingers, tipping them up
perfectly to my G-spot. He hooked that delectable spot with his fingers and
yanked, hard. I came instantly, pushing my hips against his face, riding his
mouth. I could feel his smile against my pussy, then he wrapped those full lips
over my clit and nibbled me into another mind-altering release.

I shoved and pushed at his face. “No more, I can’t. No more
…”

He stood up, pulled my thighs to his huge cock and slowly
entered me. The swollen tissue of my sex relented at his assault. So full. He
reached deep, so far within me it was possible he was touching my very soul.

“You can handle more, Angel, and you will. Feel me within
you. My cock pressing you open … ”

“So big, too much,” I barely spoke as he pulled out and
slammed his cock to the hilt, crushing my clit in the process. Shocks of desire
spiraled down my spine and out my fingertips. When we were joined my entire
body hummed and tingled. I’d never felt more alive than when I was joined with
this man.

“Never too much.” He groaned and rotated his hips. I gasped
at the pleasure. “This … right here. This is real. You feel it now, Angel.” He
punctuated his statement with a deep thrust that made my teeth rattle.