Angel Falling (Falling #1)(10)
“Just because I want to have a man in my life doesn’t mean I’m going to get rid of the one I already have. You’re my best friend, my only true friend. You know everything about me and love me anyway. No one could take your place.” I tipped my head over to force him to look at me. “Besides, who’s going to pick out my clothes and do my hair?”
We both laughed and a bright smile broke across his face. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there to save you.” Ah, so now we get to the real problem. He wanted to be my one and only savior.
“I’m not, because that would mean that I could have lost you. That, I wouldn’t have survived.” Tears welled up but I tried not to let them fall. It had been a really emotional couple days. “I love you and all your pieces.”
“Me too. All your pieces.” He stood up and clinked his glass with mine. Then he downed the wine in a couple gulps. I smiled. Waste not, want not. “I’m going to head home and cuddle up with Dean tonight. You okay?” He leaned down on one knee and brought his forehead to mine. He rubbed our foreheads together.
“I am. Now go, Dean already hates me. Go home to him.”
He nodded and headed to the door. “Oh, and Aspen?”
“Yes?” I sighed and leaned my head back, forcing myself to relax and enjoy the water slipping around tense muscles.
His gaze scanned my body from head to toe. “Your body has never looked better. Hank’s going to enjoy the hell out of it.”
My jaw dropped open, eyes wide.
He chuckled and called over his shoulder. “See you tomorrow, Princess!” And he was gone.
Oliver was always full of surprises. As I sunk further into the heated depths, my thoughts ran back to Hank. My daytime hero. He was incredibly attractive. His rugged looks and hard body had me aching to touch him. Even though I’d only seen him naked from the waist up, my eyes took in the hard lines of his thighs under that thin blanket.
Long legs had him well over six feet. Instead of a runners build like all the men I’d dated in the past, Hank was huge … everywhere. He had the power in his form to take me against a wall, and I’d gladly welcome it.
Of course, this was all fantasy. Hank and I would never have sex. No, we were too different — worlds apart, in fact. Our lifestyles could never commingle harmoniously and having sex would complicate things. I’d never understand why I’d chosen to move him into my home to heal. It would definitely be an interesting experience.
I left the bath to find Hank’s dog lying on the floor at the foot of my bed. I stared him down but he just smacked his chops and rested his head against his paws, eyes closing, readying for sleep. At least he was comfortable with the arrangement. I’d never had a dog, nor understood the need for one. Pulling the covers back, I fell into bed without bothering to put on pajamas or dry my hair. Mind, body, and soul were spent. Butch’s soft snoring lulled me to sleep.
Chapter 3
An annoying light flickered on and pulled me from the deep recess of an unmemorable dream. Even with my eyes closed something pierced through the inky blackness. One eyelid was forced up and the blinding light took out my vision like the flash of a camera lens. The offender proceeded to do the same to its twin.
“Good morning, Mr. Jensen,” a gravelly voice greeted.
My eyes adjusted to the room. A man in a white coat stood before me. Glasses perched on the tip of a bulbous nose. His bald head had wisps of hair protruding in different directions. His thick fingers poked and prodded at my wound, the bloody bandage lying on my stomach.
The sight of the dried blood and sticky goo coated my mouth with a sourness that could easily have me puking my guts up. He pressed on a particularly painful spot and I couldn’t hold back the cry that tore from my lungs. At that exact moment my angel appeared through the door and ran to my side. Her cool hands grasped mine tightly, the vanilla goodness of her perfume swirled in the air as her sweet face screwed into worry lines.
“Hank, I’m here, you’re alright.” The calm timbre of her voice held a twinge of irritation. I couldn’t focus on her as much as I’d like because the doctor before me dug into my wound like he was searching for gold. The pressure on the gaping hole resulted in bursts of stars fluttering through my vision.
“Doctor, what’s going on? Why is he in so much pain?” My angel was feisty today. Kicking ass. I liked it.
On autopilot, my hand reached to her side and settled on the swell of her tight ass. I gave it a little pat and her eyes flicked to mine; fire swirled in those smoky depths.
“Angel, I’m fine. Just a tender spot. Ain’t nothin’ I can’t handle. Right, Doc?” It hurt but I wasn’t a wuss, and the last thing I wanted was for her to think I was.
The doctor pushed his glasses back up his nose. “Yes, well he’d take it better if he would stop declining the pain medication.”
Her left brow arched into a triangle and her lips turned down. “Hank? Why aren’t you taking the medication? You’re in pain. You just had major surgery two days ago.”
Like I didn’t already know that.
“Look, Darlin’, I’m good. Real good, now that I’m looking at your pretty face.” Yup, I was feeling mighty good today and to prove my point, I cupped the underside of her butt cheek and squeezed. Nice and tight. Just as I suspected. She started to moan then clamped her mouth shut. Just the solid weight of her presence gave me energy.