Indulgence (32 page)

With Aspen, I didn’t really know what her thoughts were
about this thing between us. It was happening fast with no brakes in sight.
When she wasn’t near, I wanted her to be. When she was near, I couldn’t get
close enough. If this busted wing wasn’t in the way, I’d already have her
pinned to the nearest bed.

I’d never lacked the company of a woman, a warm body to lay
with on a cold Texas night. But with Aspen, there was something more. The filly
made my bones feel week and my chest tight. An ache hung at the pit of my
stomach. A woman had never jumbled up my thoughts more than the blond goddess.

Her home was at the top of a skyscraper. Central park could
be seen from her balcony along with an open view of New York City.

The place was modern but comfortable. Art hung over the
stark, white walls like a museum. Matching white marble floors gleamed across
the large expanse. Area rugs were scattered throughout, breaking up the spaces
like mismatched puzzle pieces. She definitely didn’t lack any modern
conveniences. Top of the line entertainment equipment, media room, plush
furniture that looked like it should have been on the cover of a home design
magazine. The more I looked around the more I realized how different we were.
She lived in the lap of luxury. I lived on a ranch that had tattered old
furniture and walls of books and sports paraphernalia.

“Nice digs.” My mouth twisted in a smile I wasn’t sure she’d
believe. I don’t know what I expected, but the woman was rich. As in boo coo
bucks. I’d never even been in a place that fancy. It was as if every piece of
furniture was perfectly placed and nothing out of order. There was no clutter
or much in the way of trinkets. Magazines were displayed like fans on different
tables.

Before she could respond, I heard the familiar clicking
sound I looked forward to after a hard day’s work. Butch ran as fast as his
hind legs could carry him. He plowed into me almost knocking me on my ass. He
spun in a circle, so I crouched down to pet him on the head, and gave my boy
some lovin’ while he licked my face.

“Oh, good boy. Missed you, Butch. Were you a good boy for
Aspen? Yes, I bet you were. I love you, too, Buddy.”

His long, pink tongue gave me one final lick along the
entire side of my face. Aspen cringed and grimaced. Then the craziest thing
happened. Butch left my side and ran over to Aspen and rubbed against her legs.

“Alright boy, but no kisses this time!” She petted Butch,
scratching her nails along his neck. He curved into her side. I looked at her
in shock. Her gaze caught mine. “What?”

“Butch likes you?” I couldn’t believe it.

“Yeah, we’ve become friends the last couple days. He leaves
me be as long as I give him attention in the morning when we wake, then again
each time I come home.”

“He sleeps with you?” No fucking way.

“Not with me. That’s gross. He sleeps at the foot of my bed.
Why so shocked?”

“Because, Butch hates women. Except Ma and my sister-in-law,
Jess, and that took some time.”

“Oh, no he doesn’t. Do you boy?” She petted him on the head
some more and smiled down at the yellow lab. Butch preened up at her. I could
relate. She was something to feast your eyes on.

“Well, I’ll be damned. You continue to amaze me, Darlin’.”

The situation was interesting and unexpected. My dog really
didn’t like the ladies. Every time I brought a woman back to the ranch he would
growl and scare the daylights out of her until they would beg me to put him
outside. Usually, I would do my business with the lady and then take her home.
Butch was more important than a roll in the hay to get my rocks off. Figured if
the women were one night stand type of ladies then they should be okay with not
staying over once the deed was done. Worked most the time. Once and awhile I’d
have to deal with a clinger. I’d just cut em’ loose right quick and carry on
about my business. They eventually got the hint.

Aspen continued to show me around the mansion masquerading
as a penthouse. Why someone who lived alone needed so much space was beyond me.
She stopped at the door closest to the master bedroom.

“And this is your room for the next eight weeks.”

I entered the room and sat on the bed, bouncing it a few
times. It was big, with a blue comforter. The room was decked out in a nautical
theme. Not my taste, but it didn’t really matter. I planned on hanging my hat
in her bedroom, anyway.

“How much time you think I’ll be sleeping in this bed?” I
wiggled my eyebrows at her seductively.

She cocked her head and grinned. “Where, pray tell, do you
think you’ll be sleeping?”

“Don’t be coy, Angel. I’m guessing I’ll be in here, what?
Two nights tops, before I have you laying out under me, begging for me to make
you come again.”

“Again?”

“Oh yeah. I’m going to pleasure you in ways you’ve only
imagined.”

From my spot on the bed I could see her eyes dilate, her
hands curl into fists. “Pretty sure of yourself. For a man with a wounded
shoulder, you sure talk a good game.” She was acting coy but her breath sped
up, her hands tightened at her sides and she nibbled on her pink lips. My guess
is she was imagining what I’d do to her and gettin’ turned on in the process.

I stood up and towered over her petite form. Gripping her
hip I hauled her against my straining cock. She gasped when I rotated my pelvis
against her belly. Tingles of pleasure ripped through me. She moaned and wet
her lips again.

“Do you feel what you do to me? Just being near you?” She
nodded. “When you’re ready to do something about it, you let me know.”

Her hands cupped my neck and her lips slanted over mine. The
kiss was wild. Deep strokes of her tongue against mine had the steel pipe
between my thighs reaching toward her, painfully hard. My right hand gripped
her ass, grinding her more fully against my aching need.

The pressure was perfect. I breathed into her mouth. That
sexy little body of hers slithered along mine, trying to gain friction where
she wanted it most. I pulled her back until I felt the mattress behind me, then
I sat.

She leaned down and sucked on my tongue, nipping my lips
playfully. The woman had me in a tizzy, ready to fuck her in seconds. My good
hand slipped under her dress until I felt bare skin. Fucking thigh highs. She
was going to be the end of me.

I had to see them.

With one hand I did my best and scrunched up the dress. She
pulled her knee up to the mattress then straddled my lap. She was in the
perfect position for me to smell and touch her where I wanted to most. My lips
found the soft skin of her belly just under her navel. I swirled my tongue around
the velvet expanse. The smell of her arousal intoxicated my senses and left me
weak. Shimmers of excitement soared to my cock filling the thick stalk with an
ache only one thing would cure.

She held up her dress for me as I slipped a hand down to squeeze
her tight ass. The lace of her panties were so soft. I scrapped a callused
thumb across the silky expanse. Dragging my fingers around the lace to the
front I dipped down and cupped her pussy. A moan slipped from her lips, her
mouth hovering over mine. She was so wet her panties were soaked.

“Shit, Angel!”

She groaned a version of my name or God as I tunneled my
fingers between the lace and her baby soft skin to sink one finger deep inside.
She was scalding hot and I wanted to drink that heat. Her hips rotated around
in circles as I plunged another finger in. She was so tight her body clasped
onto my fingers like a vice. I could only image how it would feel when I
pressed my cock into her. She sighed and rode my hand slowly. For this first
time, I allowed it. In the future, I’d take control. For now I enjoyed watching
her ride my hand as her greedy pussy gripped my fingers. It was so erotic, and
only a prelude of things to come. I swirled my thumb around the hard button
nestled between her thighs and was rewarded with a deep moan.

“Oh God, Hank.”

“You feel that, Angel. You feel me deep inside you?” I
pressed up with my two fingers until my palm rested against her wet slit.

“Y-yes,” she stuttered, thrusting her hips in time with my
fingers.

“That’s just a taste of what it’s going to feel like when
I’m fucking you.”

Dirty talk worked for her; her entire body went rigid. “I’m
going to come.”

One of her hands was braced on my good shoulder and the
other on my chest, arching into me. “That’s it, Darlin’. Give it to me. I want
to see you lose it.” Her hips moved up and down in tight, strong movements. I
sucked and nibbled on her neck while she rode my hand. Hard.

A few more strokes of her clit and she shattered, screaming.
Her swollen lips came down over mine. Our tongues stroked as she trembled. I
kept plucking at her sweet pussy, drawing out her pleasure. When she calmed, I
pulled my hand out of her panties and licked the wet digits clean. She watched
in awe, her eyes a deep navy. Her taste was rich and sweet like the finest
honey. Her gaze held mine and in that moment, I believed I could look into
those indigo depths for a lifetime.

“God, you taste good. Just like honey.”

“Jesus, Hank.”

“Well no, but I’m glad you think I’m God-like.” We both
laughed and she stood and righted her dress. I cupped a hand over my aching
shaft and squeezed to relieve some of the pressure.

She looked down with hunger in her eyes. “You want me to ...
”

She was cut off by Oliver rounding the corner. In my haste
to touch her, I’d forgotten the little fella was here. Had he walked in a
minute before he’d be gettin’ quite the eyeful.

I casually threw my arm over my lap to cover my desire.

“There you are.” He looked us both up and down, his lips
twitching. “You have a photo session and a meeting with the photographer for
the magazine’s first fashion shoot in an hour. You about ready?”

“Um, yeah.” Her eyes never left mine. The need I saw in them
could bring any man to his knees. She took a deep breath and broke the spell.
“Just getting Hank situated. Thanks for reminding me about the shoot.”

Oliver looked us over with a grin, then focused on Aspen.
His lips twitched into a frown when his gaze focused on Aspen’s head. He put
his hands up and started fiddling with her hair. He pulled something out of his
pocked, and swept a piece of her hair back in place.

“Excuse me? What are you doing?” I knew I had no right or
claim to her but another man’s hands on her, touching her in an intimate way,
had me ready to stick my boot up his ass.

“Excuse
me
?” His brows knit together as he kept
messin’ with her hair.

I got up and was to her side in two strides. My hand curled
around his wrist in a tight grip. “Why the fuck are you touching her like
that?”

His eyes went wide. Good. Little fucker better keep his
hands off my woman.

“Hank?” Aspen looked confused. “He’s fixing my hair.”

“Yeah, Cowboy, looks like some big man paws were rifling
through all my hard work.” His pointed glare confused me.

None of this made a lick of sense. “You think I’m thick
boy?” My tone came off more as a growl.

“Hank, you’re misunderstanding. Oliver does my hair. He
picks all my clothes. He makes sure I’m always put together,” she said.

Explanation received, still in the dark. She must see that I
was having a time with this.

“Oliver’s
boyfriend
was a makeup artist and stylist.
Ollie picked a few things up from him over the years.” She smiled sweetly.

“You’re into dicks instead of chicks?” Oliver was gay? That
explained a lot. I don’t know how I hadn’t picked up on that earlier. Must have
been all the drugs. I looked the man up and down. All the signs were there. He
dressed fancy all the time. His hair was never out of place. He even had a
perfectly manicured face. Damn, now I felt like an asshole.

“Well, I guess I’m not needed here anymore now am I?” Oliver
turned around and stomped out of the room.

“Ollie, no. He didn’t know.” Aspen yelled after him. “God
Damn it, Hank. Haven’t you ever met a gay man before? Jeez. You hurt his
feelings.”

I shrugged. “Sorry. I saw him putting his hands all over you
and I reacted. Not going to apologize for that, Darlin’, but I didn’t mean to
offend him.”

She blew a breath out long and slow. Watching her pink lips
pucker in agitation was like calling my dick to attention with a “here boy,
come out and play, boy.” This line of thought was not going to get me anywhere
but in the doghouse.

“We’ll talk about it later. But you will apologize to him.”
Apparently I’d screwed up royally. Looks like the little fella was a big deal
to my angel. My over-reactive possessive side was going to be hard to squash
down. Gay or not, a man like me didn’t want any man touching his girl.

Aspen was worth the trouble so I conceded to fixin’ it.
“I’ll talk to him. He could use a little toughening up though.” It was true.
The man freaked out and scampered away like a puppy running away from a rolled
up newspaper.

“He is my best friend and the most important person in my
life.” Her eyes were harsh. It was the first time I’d seen her truly angry.
“You will treat him with respect or this” she gestured between the two of us,
“will be over before it has ever even begun.”

The most important person in my life.
The phrase
stuck but good. I didn’t like it one bit. I was fixin’ to change that about my
girl. One day she’d be saying that about me. God-willing.

“I get it. Angel, I’m sorry. I don’t give a rats ass if he’s
gay or not. I’ll fix it. Promise.” I tried to touch her hair but she backed
away. That stung more than a bumble bee landing one of its stingers in the soft
patch of skin at the arch of your foot.

“I’ll be home for dinner. Gustav will take care of your
lunch. The in-home nurse will be by in an hour. She’ll be visiting three times
a day to change your bandages and set up your cold therapy.” The warmth of our
shared experience a moment ago had been destroyed and replaced with a chill so
cold it ran bone deep.