Angel Falling (11 page)

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.

Chapter 7

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.”

“God, yes, Hank. Now, please.”

Every touch, every nibble was more succulent then next. Drugged. I felt as high as a kite with no desire to ever come down. Hank did that to me. Made me lose my mind. Since the moment I looked into his eyes there was something there, something I couldn’t define. A connection perhaps that led us to this very moment. He was everything I shouldn’t want, but I did want him. Badly. It was impossible to deny this current running through my body, mind, even my soul. He was there and hell if he didn’t fit perfectly.

“Condom … we uh … ” his voice was shredded with desire and emotion. He was affected, too.

Something was happening and it was bigger than both of us. Call it fate, call it passion, even lust was too weak a word to describe this bone-crushing need to be closer, to be more. His hips bucked up toward my core, hitting the tender bundle of nerves throbbing for his attention. I cried out, tipping my head back with the joy of feeling him exactly where I wanted him most.

Resurfacing from the pleasure of grinding down against his cock, I managed to whisper between long, drawn-out pulls of his lips and tongue, “Pill. On it.”

“I’m clean. Never have relations without … but with you … Christ Angel, I’m dying to take you bare. Jesus, you’re killing me, here,” Hank growled and gnashed his teeth against mine.

I smiled against his lips. “Just had a physical … ” My tongue tangled with his. He chased my lips tugging on the bottom one as I tried to pull away to speak. The slight pinch of pain sent a jolt of pleasure between my legs. “I’m healthy. Take me, God, please. Now. I want you so much.”

Hank dragged his thick cock along the seam between my thighs, wetting his dick with my essence and teasing me in the process. I tunneled my hands in his hair as he toyed with my sex, bringing me to the pinnacle of lust. Without preamble, he positioned himself right at the center of my sex and slammed me down on his cock. I screamed out. Underused muscles ached with the pleasure and pain of our coupling.

“Fuck!” he roared.

He stilled to give me time to adjust. His length stretched me wide, more so than I’d ever been before. The pressure was exquisite, mind-bending, with just a hint of pain. It was huge buried within me. His breath tickled the hair around my neck as I leaned back and looked down to where we were joined. There were still two inches left of his thick stalk visible between us. My eyes widened in shock.

“Oh yes, Angel. There’s more for you. Now lift up, baby.” He smoothed a hand up my spine in a sweet caress as I lifted up, his cock sliding almost all the way out. The strong arm around my back cupped the crook of my shoulder for leverage, bringing us nose to nose. His eyes searched mine. I could see so much behind his gaze.