Indulgence (48 page)

The fact that she was still here was a testament to her
strength and courage. Any other woman in her position would have hightailed it
outta here already.

Jess and Ma brought out some cold beers for the guys and
some type of fruity wine concoction for the women.

“What’s this?” Aspen asked.

“Spritzers,” Jess confirmed.

Aspen took a small sip and then nodded with a smile. Oliver
grabbed her glass and took a sip. “Mmm, I want the bitch drink,” Oliver said
and both Ma and Jess laughed.

Oliver set his beer in front of Dean. Dean’s arm came around
Oliver then he nuzzled the side of his head and kissed his temple while
listening to Heath go on and on about the cattle ranch.

“What the hell?” Pops said his intent clear on Dean and
Oliver. The man was about to blow his top. His face was red and his chest
puffed out to an intimidating degree.

I stood up quick, grabbed Old Man Henry’s arm. “Pops, I need
a word. Now!”

“Boy, this better be good.” His tone a clear warning.

I took Old Man Henry to another room and explained that Dean
and Oliver were in a committed relationship. He was shocked. He’d never met
“the gays” before. He didn’t understand it. Wasn’t happy about it, neither, but
finally agreed to keep his mouth shut. These were friends of mine and Aspen’s
and guests in this house. He was to treat them with respect. I added the fact
that Oliver had been making sure my recovery was top notch and that Dean
enjoyed the NFL. At the table I’d bring up that Dean was a fireman. Pop would
like that. Men’s work and all that shit.

It surprised me how quick I was to defend Oliver and Dean.
The men had become true friends and I enjoyed their company and their place in
my life. Of course, it was obvious that Aspen loved Oliver in a brotherly way
and would never accept a man who didn’t accept him. So it didn’t matter. If I
wanted the girl, I had to take the man, too. They were a package deal—as long
as he didn’t hurt or try to fuck my Angel, we were just fine.

Back at the patio, I found Aspen leaning on the ledge,
looking out into the darkening sky. Lightening bugs flicked around in the
distance, making a halo of light sparkle around her form. I was drawn to her.
My body physically ached to be near her. I put my hands on her tiny waist and
kissed the baby soft skin at the juncture of her neck.

“You wreck me with your beauty, Angel.” I bit at her neck
then soothed it with my tongue.

She pushed into me and twined her fingers with mine around
her waist. “I love it here, Hank.”

“I love you being here.”

I could feel her tense up and sigh. Something was eating at
her, but she wasn’t sharing. I’d get it out of her when we were alone.

“Okay, you two, come on back. Dinner’s ready!” Ma hollered.

I swung her around and pinned her to the railing. My hands
cupped each side of her face and tipped her chin up so I could gaze into her
pretty blues. She smiled the instant our eyes met. I couldn’t help but lean
down and kiss her. She was too much. Everything about her sucked me in and
swallowed me whole. The tip of my tongue traced the seam of her lips and she
gasped, allowing me entrance. I took it, sliding my tongue along hers. She
tasted of cherries and wine. My new favorite flavor.

Our tongues tangled, lips pressed, and teeth nibbled until
we both forgot where we were. I slid my hands down her sides to cup her
heart-shaped fanny. She moaned and tipped her head to the side to delve deeper.
Contentment spread through my veins as I kissed an angel.

Just as I was about to haul her legs up and around my waist,
a voice broke through my lust-filled haze.

“Guys, you have an audience.” Dean spoke from behind my
back.

I pulled away and looked over my shoulder. Aspen tucked her
head into my chest and shook her head, clearly embarrassed. The entire table
was silent, watching our lack of decency. I shrugged my shoulders.

“What can I say,” I laughed. “She’s frickin’ hot!” The
entire table roared with laughter.

“Watch your mouth, son. Now stop manhandling the pretty
little thing and get on over here. Your Momma damn near slaved over this meal!”
Pops was in true man-of-the-house mode, even though it was my home.

“You ready, Darlin’?” She nodded and I pulled her along the
patio to her seat.

Before she sat I clutched her to me, dipped her body back,
and held her gaze, my intent clear as day. “One more for the road!” I said then
kissed the shit out of her, making a big deal out of it in front of my whole
family and our friends. She gripped my biceps and dug her nails in. In no time
she relaxed into my embrace and kissed me back.

I hauled her back up and pulled out her chair and physically
put her in it. The table was full of smiling faces.

“Caveman!” she spat, but her voice held nothing but joy. I
knew it was the right thing to do. It took the embarrassment away from her and
put it onto me.

Soon everyone was enjoying the pork chops, mashed potatoes,
and corn Ma had whipped up. Oliver and Dean both cleared their plates and Aspen
did that humming foodgasm thing again. My dick was so hard by the end of the
meal that I knew one touch of her pale hand would set me off. After dinner,
Aspen followed the women into the kitchen to clean up.

“She’s mighty fine, bro.” Heath tipped his chin at the
window where we could see the three women cleaning up after the meal. “You’re a
goner, aren’t cha?”

I nodded. “Yup. The damn girl but ruined me.” Pops, Oliver,
and Dean listened, but didn’t butt in.

“You haven’t told her, have you?”

My brother knew me too well. Hiding wasn’t an option with
the Jensen clan. “Nah, we haven’t discussed it yet. I plan to talk to her here.
I wanted to see what she thought about the ranch.”

Dean finally added his thoughts. “You know she’s not going
to move here.” His voice sounded a bit sad.

“Yeah, I reckon I knew that the moment we met. I have some
thoughts on that, but it’s still in the works.” I proceeded to tell the guys my
concerns about getting the capital or investors to expand. Oliver had some
ideas and said he would talk about it when we were alone. Pops bristled with
anger, but kept his mouth shut. I knew he’d have his words with me when he
could corner me alone.

“Oh Hank, that plan … it’s, perfect. And so romantic,”
Oliver cooed and fell all over himself. Dean rubbed his back with one hand, the
fingers of his other curled around a beer.

“Keep your mouths shut. I want to talk to my girl in private
when the time is right.” Everyone nodded and the evening continued without
further discussion. The women joined us with dessert in tow. Once we’d had our
fill of Ma’s cookin’, everyone said their goodbyes. The guys disappeared off to
their room and I grabbed my girl around the waist the second the door closed
and my family had left.

“Now that you have me all to yourself, what are you going to
do with me, Stud?” Her purdy little lips puckered seductively.

“Oh Angel, I’m about to wreck you like you’ve wrecked me.”
She squealed as I kneeled, clasped her around the waist, and hauled her over my
good shoulder in a fireman’s carry. Something I learned as a volunteer. Her
hands gripped and smacked my ass as I made my way up the stairs.

Hank unceremoniously threw me on the bed. His hands traced
my legs up my pants, then undid the buttons and removed them, leaving me in a
lacy red thong. The man loved me in red. He groaned when the matching bra was
revealed. The demi-cups barely concealed my heaving breasts.

“Fuck,” he growled as he bit one peak. I arched my chest to
gain more contact. He plucked and tugged on my other nipple, the lace adding a
grating texture to the sensitive patch of skin.

He pulled down each cup, exposing them to the cool air. Each
tip turned into a tight little peak of want and desire. Hank leaned down and
flicked the tip of his tongue at one erect bud, swirling the wet muscle around
the surface in endless, dizzying circles of heat. I fumbled with his shirt,
pushing it up his body. He only released my breast to remove the garment. Skin
to skin.
Perfect.

I groaned. “God, Hank, I love feeling you.”

“Darlin’, you’re about to feel a whole lot more of me.” He
accentuated with a thrust of his manhood between my thighs.

His hand traveled down over my breasts and flattened
stomach, directly under the lace of my thong. Large fingers tickled my folds
until he pressed two of them in.

“Shit!” He cursed a lot in the bedroom. “Oh, Angel, you’re
dripping wet. You don’t know what that does to me.” His mouth continued to bite
and nibble on each breast, alternating between the two. Ribbons of electricity
jolted through my body; I hummed with need.

“Only you, Hank.” I pressed hard into his fingers, losing my
breath in the process. “My body aches for your touch,” I admitted on a particularly
hard thrust of those amazing fingers.

A deep guttural moan ripped through his chest right before
he used both hands at the edge of each hip and shredded the fabric of my thong.
Hank loved tearing my panties to pieces. He tossed the ripped fabric over his
shoulder. Another hundred-dollar pair of panties gone with the wind.

I didn’t care. His need for me was exciting and those
tattered remnants of his unconcealed lust would be tossed in the trash with
pride. Another casualty to our fevered ache for one another. I laid there as
his gaze roamed over every inch of me. His breath labored.

Strong hands spread my quivering thighs open wide. Those
eyes were indescribable in the little bit of moonlight coming through the room.
It didn’t hide the hunger, the raw intensity of his desire for my body, for me.
It shook me to my core. Had I ever seen a man look at me like that? As if I was
the most beautiful woman in the world?

His hands cupped my knees then trailed down the insides of
each thigh. Shivers replaced need. I anticipated his touch like a brand. When
his thumbs separated my folds, he tipped his face down and breathed against my
sex.

Every pant was like he was breathing life back into my sour
life. I’d always thought that life was good. Work was great, my home was
magazine-worthy, and I had more money than I knew what to do with. Then I met
this roguish, handsome cowboy who saved my life, and everything changed … for
the better.

Before Hank, I had no idea how little I had. Now that I had
the comfort of a man—this man—I knew that I was an empty shell of the woman I
could be. Hank made anything feel possible: work, friends, family, a man to
come home to. These are things I had right now and I didn’t know how I was
going to hold onto them.

Hank broke me from my musing with a long wet lap of his
tongue from my tight hole all the way up to my clit.

“Holy … oh God!” I screamed out.

My body twitched and stretched, spurring him on. He opened
me like a flower and sucked the nectar until I was a screaming ball of pleasure.
His tongue swirled through my opening, licking and sucking every last drop of
my release. The contented sounds spilled from his throat in a deep hum that
unraveled me.

“Fucking honey and vanilla. Christ, I’ll never get enough of
you,” he whispered as he bit and licked his way up my body, dragging his tongue
along the sensitive plane of my abdomen, dipping in and around my navel. He
continued his path upward, taking a moment to graze his teeth along each
delicate rib.

Shivers ran down my spine and goose bumps spanned the
surface of overly heated flesh. He placed small nips and kisses against each
breast until he reached my mouth. His tongue dipped in to feast and I made a
huge meal of it. Sucking his tongue, tasting myself mixed with his unique
flavor. The pleasure had me grinding my pelvis into his and wrapping my leg
around him.

“Fuck me, Stud.” I sank my teeth into the crook of his neck.
I wanted to mark him, make him mine.

“Not tonight, Angel. Tonight, I make love to you in our bed,
in our home away from home.” His words reached the deepest recesses of my
heart. The heart I thought had been broken to pieces by a cheating prick of a
man. In reality, what I felt for Grant paled in comparison to what I felt for
Hank. He made me feel alive, desired, needed.

Hank kicked his jeans off, settling his toned naked body in
between my legs. I reached behind my back, undid my bra, and threw it to the
side of the bed. He hiked up both of my legs and spread me wide. I resisted the
urge to close my legs. The man had just licked me to oblivion; shyness was
ludicrous at this point. There was just something about the way he looked at me
in that moment when he lined up his cock with my moist opening. The gaze that
searched mine was filled with reverence, with … love. Then he sank his thick
length into me, inch by blessed inch. Slow as molasses. We both gasped, eyes
burning fire into one another as he filled me with life.

“You still don’t know?” he whispered against my lips, eyes
never leaving mine.

“I think I do,” I said nervously, not expecting to be here,
with this man, at this time in my life. It was so surreal.

“You’re everything, Angel. Everything I ever wanted.” He
punctuated his words by pulling almost all the way out then slamming back in,
grinding his hips at the end.
Oh, God!

“Hank …” I moaned but couldn’t look away from this beautiful
man. His control barely contained, body shaking with the effort to go slow,
hold back, say what he needed to say. He was struggling and my eyes pooled with
tears. I lifted my hands to cup both cheeks, his stubble scratched against my
open palms. I wrapped both legs around his waist and clasped my ankles at the
dip in his lower back. Pulling his head down, I kissed him.

I left everything in that kiss. All my fears, my nerves, my
past, everything that would prevent me from truly letting myself love this man.