Indulgence (49 page)

He pulled away, kissed the entire surface of my face, and
then searched out my eyes again. “I love you, Angel.” Tears welled and slid
down the side of my face. He kissed them away and then kissed me. We sat there
holding one another, completely entwined, he still long and hard, nestled deep
within me.

I choked back a sob and buried my head into his neck. His
citrus mixed with musky Hank invaded my senses. I never wanted anything else.
This was it. He was my other half. “Make love to me,” I whispered against his
neck.

“I want nothing more,” he said as he pulled his hips back,
and on a tight snap shoved his steel length into me, filling my body and my
heart. Over and over and over again. It healed me. Fulfilled me. It made me
whole. He made me feel like a whole person.

“I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. Oh God, I
love you.” The last part was whispered on a howl of ecstasy. I thought it was
Hank saying those words as his hot seed coated my insides, burning me with his
passion, chanting those words over and over. But, it was me. The words spilled
from my mouth as my entire body tightened and exploded around his pulsating
cock.

We both came to sometime later. He had reversed our positions.
I was now limp-limbed across his big body. His hands roamed up and down my
back, down to my ass and back up. Every so often he’d squeeze a handful of
cheek and dip his pelvis up to massage me. He was insatiable, fully embedded
deep within me almost every night since we met and still ready to go. I’d take
a solid bet Hank could get it up piss-ass drunk. I’d have to investigate that
theory.

“Hey, you dead?”

I giggled and rubbed my face into his broad chest, taking a
moment to kiss around his nipple then lick and bite the tip gently. The rubbery
texture of his nipple stirred the pot holding my desire. I could feel his dick
hardening under me. Two orgasms down and my need for this man hadn’t abated. I
wanted him again. Plain and simple, I was a goner. Gyrating my hips against his
growing member, I leaned up and caught his gaze.

“Did you mean it?” I asked.

He nodded. “Darlin’, I’m downright crazy in love with ya,”
he said and pinched his lips together. “You mean it?” He cocked his head to the
side.

“Every word, Stud.” His smile was all I needed. I sat up and
settled over his burgeoning erection. “Again?” I rounded my ass against his
need.

“You drive me wild, Angel. I’ll never have enough of you.”

“Well, we can’t have that, now can we?” Without much ado, I sat
up, centered his member at my slick opening, and impaled him. He bucked wildly
under me.

“Fuck, Angel!” He gripped my hips and steadied me. I twisted
and moved my hips in a small circle, relishing the feel of him buried so deep.
“You’re perfect. Meant for me. Only me, Darlin’.” He punctuated his thought by
lifting me up and planting me back down, his hips rocking up into me.

“Oh, God!”

I thought I had the upper hand straddling him, but he took
every advantage. When I’d rise up, he’d pull me down and lift his hips in
punishing, mouthwatering thrusts. Before long we were both screaming out to the
heavens. I fell to his chest, wiped out. Sleep took me instantly.

She loves me. Last night, my Angel admitted she loved me.
Her form laid across mine deep in sleep. Her skin was baby soft and smelled
like warm, sugared toast. The woman was fully under my skin. I’d only ever told
one other woman in my thirty-four years on this earth that I’d loved her ‘sides
Ma and Jess. It was not a phrase I took lightly. The fact that I said it to a
woman that on the outside was all kinds of wrong for me took the cake.

The differences between our upbringings, our jobs, our
everyday likes, were as far and wide as the state of Texas itself. But none of
that mattered. She made my heart thump, my mind dizzy with lust, and my body
ache to be near her. Aspen was the bee’s knees. I’d love her until the day I
died, and I would spend the rest of my days making sure she knew it.

Her body started to stretch and nuzzle, purring softly like
a baby kitten into the crook of my neck. The movement warmed and solidified my
need for her. She pushed the wayward strands of hair away from her face. Her
endless blue eyes found mine, a smile spread across her face.

“Morning, Stud.” That gravelly tone went straight to my
dick, deepening the morning excitement.

“Angel. Sleep well?” I pivoted my hips against hers with a
little tilt. She moaned and kissed my chest, humming in the back of her throat.
That sound did things to me. Made me want to throw her under me and pin her to
the sheets right quick.

“I did,” she said, then a heavy knock banged against the
door, startling us both.

“Rise and shine, breakfast will be ready in twenty!” Ma’s
voice screeched through the door.

“Jesus H. Christ! Ma, go home!” I screamed back at her.

“Don’t you take the Lord’s name in vain, young man! ‘Sides,
your brother and the kids are already here, you best get up! We’re not wasting
our time with Aspen, and the boys want to ride the horses!” Her voice broke
off. After that it was silent. She must have left to tend to the cookin’.

Aspen was laughing against my chest. “Is it always like
this?”

“Sometimes. But I think more so because you’re here. They
want to get to know the woman I’m in love with,” I told her unashamed. Her
breath caught as I said the words so easily that we’d spoken last night. I’d
wondered if she was going to pretend like nothin’ ever happened. If she was it
wasn’t gonna happen. I planned to make her understand exactly where I wanted to
be and that’s where she was. Period. “How about we shower real quick?” I
waggled my eyebrows and thrust my fully erect cock up at her.

“Yes, lets. After …” with that she tilted her hips and sank
down on my cock with a quickness I hadn’t expected.

“Shit, fuck, Angel!” I groaned and locked my hands at her
waist. “You’ll damn near kill a man with moves like that!”

We finished our business, had a quick five-minute shower,
where I proceeded to wash me off her with a big ol’ pout. She thought it funny
that I liked her dirty. Really I just wanted any man within a three-foot radius
to know she was spoken for. Men tended to sense these things, especially if I
loaded her right full with my troopers. The thought made me smile. But she
would have none of it, wanting to be squeaky clean for my family.

We made our way down and settled in the sun room. Ma had
served the guys, my brother, Jess, and the rug rats with eggs, bacon, and her
homemade biscuits. If she had gravy for those biscuits I would’ve kidnapped an
angel and never gone back to New York. Lucky for Aspen she didn’t.

We ate and enjoyed the easy company of my family. I couldn’t
be happier, and judging by the shy smile on my girl’s face, she was damned
content. Life was good.

“So, tonight’s the Jensen barbecue. You’re all comin’,
right?” Jess asked.

“What’s that now?” I asked.

“Oh, Punky, you have to come to our summer barbecue.
Remember, we have it every year at this time. You just surprised us by bein’
home in time for it! Everyone’s goin’ to be there!” she was alight with
excitement. I liked seeing Ma so happy.

“Angel?”

“Of course. We’re here, let’s party!” she picked up her
biscuit and took a huge bite. The dreaded foodgasms started again. She really
loved Ma’s cookin’. I couldn’t blame her, though; there was none better in my
opinion.

I leaned over and whispered in her ear. “You keep up those
sounds and I’m going to be doing something real indecent to you here directly.”
She grinned and took another huge bite on a groan. My eyebrow went sky high
with the challenge. She tilted her head to assess me. I took that moment to
slide my hand along her bare thigh and under her loose red shorts. My fingers
crept along her seam and she gasped.

“Don’t test me, Angel.” I pressed my fingers against her
damp panties. She moaned and shoved a bite of bacon in her mouth letting her
hair fall in her face. I decided to have mercy on her and pulled away, letting
my hand cup and tickle her kneecap instead. She breathed deep. I loved how
affected she was by my touch. Excited me to no end.

“So it’s settled then. And of course, you guys must come
too,” Ma directed her pointed gaze at Dean and Oliver.

“A real Southern shindig? Is it like a hoe-down? Please tell
me it’s like a hoe-down! I have the perfect outfit,” Oliver exclaimed happily.
The pipsqueak was a jumble of excitement today. Most of the table laughed
enjoying his crazy. Dean shook his head as if he was exasperated.

The day went on and I was in pure heaven. Aspen and I took
my brothers boys to ride the horses. She actually had experience riding. Said
her parents made her learn as a kid, and damn if she didn’t look good up on a
horse. Her red cowboy boots, tiny red shorts, and white ruffled top about made
my knees buckle. Her pale legs looked impossibly long. She even took Hunter,
one of the twins, up on her horse. He took a real liking to her. Holt preferred
to be with the men, so I pulled his small body up onto the front of the horse
with me and we took off around my land.

We stopped every so often to give the horses a drink of
fresh water from the creek and let the boys explore.

The day couldn’t have been more perfect. We dropped off the
boys and went to get ready for the gathering at Ma’s.

Later that evening, my girl came down the stairs looking
like a vision. She wasn’t wearing one of her men’s suits, or tight form-hugging
skirts and silk blouses. She was wearing a white sundress. It had little flower
shapes with tons of little holes, like a doily you’d find at my Grandma’s
house. It was held up by two thin straps on each shoulder. On her, the simple
look was devastatingly beautiful.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away. Her golden hair was pulled
back into some type of clip, leaving half her hair to hang down her open back.

“Aren’t you going to say anything?” she asked shyly.

“You really are an Angel. I love you in white.” My throat
was dry and scratchy. She smiled a secret smile and then looped her arms around
my neck to kiss me. Her mouth slid along mine, softly, just a hint of tongue to
whet my palate before she pulled away.

“Shall we, Stud?”

I nodded, still unable to say anything.

When we hit Ma’s, the party was in full swing. My cousin’s
band was playing top forty country hits off to the side of the yard; a wooden
dance floor finished the section. Old Man Henry was at a huge six foot by four
foot grill that boasted everything from chicken, to dogs, burgers, and corn
right on the flame. My mouth watered at the sight, not having eaten since
breakfast. The entire yard had about twenty tables, checkerboard print spread
throughout where people were mingling and carrying on.

My mother and father both greeted Aspen and me. Pops was
even so kind as to shake Oliver’s hand and clasp Dean on the back with a manly
whack. Dean grinned and gave as good as he got, pounding on my Pops’ back and
asking what the score was of the latest baseball game.

Oliver was practically bouncing in front of us, taking in
the entire yard. He had on a fitted plaid shirt tucked into a pair of fancy
pants jeans. Poor fella didn’t know that cowboys pretty much only wore Levis
and Wranglers. Those Calvin Klein numbers he went on and on about were doing
nothin’ but making him stick out like a sore thumb. Didn’t matter. As long as
he stuck with me, I’d stare down anyone who tried to throw a harsh word at my
little buddy.

“Holy shit, Pen. That’s a real motherfuckin’ cow!” Oliver
squealed with delight and ran over to the guard fence.

Even though Mom and Pops were retired, they still had a heap
of cattle on their land. It helped Heath and Jess with overflow when the herds
were mating and pushing out calves left and right.

“You’ve made him so happy.” Aspen hugged my side and watched
Oliver. Dean just shook his head a huge smile on his face as he watched the man
he loved try to pet cattle.

Heath and Jess made their way over with a couple of drinks
and handed them to us. A beer for me, spritzer for Aspen.

“What’s got your attention?” Heath asked and I pointed over
to Oliver, whose electric blue cowboy boots were dangling out in the air as he
tried to balance on a rung and touch the cattle. “Shit for brains! What the
hell’s he doin’?” We all laughed, but Heath went over to save him. I could see
my brother pulling at some hay being used as seats and whistling over the
nearest cattle. Oliver was enjoying every second of it.

“Guess he’s never seen a cow, eh?” I looked over at Aspen
who was watching the scene play out and smiling wide.

“Nope. We’re city folk, Stud. Cows are not a regular
occurrence on the streets of Manhattan.”

“Well I’d never believe it with my own eyes if I wasn’t
seein’ it myself! Hank, Hank Jensen is that you?” I knew that voice. I’d heard
that voice more times than I could ever forget. I turned around and spotted
her. She certainly had aged over the past decade but the purdy girl that stole
my heart back in the day was still there and standing right in front of me.
Shit!

Before I could stop her she barreled over and had her arms
around me squishing her large breasts against my chest. There was a time that
it would have had an effect on me. Now was not that time. “Oh my God, Hank. You
look … wow. You look
real
good,” she said and then hugged me even
tighter.

A throat clearing from behind me had me yanking back. “Um,
uh, Susie this is ah …”

“Aspen Reynolds. You are?”

“Susie Shoemaker.” The only two women I had ever loved shook
hands. My own hands quaked as I downed my beer in one huge gulp. This was going
to take some maneuvering. “And how do you know each other?” she asked.

I pulled my arm around Aspen. “We’re together,” I said
proudly. The smile she had on her small lips faded. She pulled a hand up and
twiddled with her blond curls. That was a signal she was uncomfortable. Some
things didn’t change.