Angel Falling (Falling #1)(32)

“More than, okay. I’m tired Hank. Go to sleep.”

I fell asleep dreaming of all the wicked things I was going to do to my angel the very next chance I got.

***

Turned out, we went at it like rabbits again first thing in the morning. She was riding my cock like a champion thoroughbred when her bedroom door flew open.

Her head tilted back and she came with a loud scream. The sound was louder than usual and I realized after spurting hotly into her * that it wasn’t just her screaming.

Standing with his hand still on the door was a stunned Oliver. Mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. His eyes were wide and the size of dinner plates.

I covered Aspen’s breasts protectively; they were the perfect size and filled my palms nicely, but I didn’t want his eyes on em’.

“Get on outta here, boy!” I yelled in anger at her friend.

His mouth hung open, catching flies. Then he abruptly turned on his heel and scampered away.

“Fuck! Why the hell does he come into your private chambers unannounced? How the hell did he get into the house?” A thousand questions formed but I could only spurt out a couple of them. “Are you okay?” was my last question when I realized that she wasn’t answering. I cooled my jets and smiled. Teasingly I asked, “Angel, did I f*ck you dumb?”

She nodded against my neck smiling wide and I rubbed her back, then palmed her ass. Her knees were gripping my hips domineeringly, and if she didn’t get up I was going to take her again. All of a sudden her shoulders started to shake and I worried that she was crying. Bone-breaking fear took over—I had screwed up something again.

A howling laughter barreled out of her as she slid off me and to her side clutching her middle. Thank God it wasn’t me messin’ something up!

“I think you shocked the hell out of Ollie! Did you see his face? Oh Hank, that was f*cking perfect.”

She was confusing the hell out of me but I went with it. “Well yeah, I thought the f*cking was perfect, too.” I grinned and she just laughed harder.

She smacked my chest playfully and tried to calm her laughter. It was no use. She’d looked at me and started the whole bout over again. I let her finish her hysterics, enjoying the sight of her so carefree. Once done, her lips locked on mine in a long, sweet kiss.

“Thank you.”

“I’d never been thanked for sex before, but you’re welcome. Anytime.”

“No Hank, thank you for freaking out Ollie. That was the perfect payback for a couple of his transgressions. He’ll be mortified for a week … hell, maybe even a month!” Her smile was bright and lit up the room. It seemed it was easy to please my angel.

“Glad to be of service. Anytime you want to f*ck me to freak out your little friend, I’m your guy,” I assured her, hugging her sexy body tightly.


After a few moments she leaned up. “Don’t call him little. It’s derogatory and it will hurt his feelings. I want payback, but I don’t want you offending him. Okay?” I was reminded that regardless of our mating it didn’t change the fact that Oliver had top billing. I needed a new plan to ensure I got top status.

“Got it, Darlin’. Note to self. Do not piss off your assistant.”

“He’s not just my assistant. He’s my best friend and only I get to piss him off. Got it?” She poked at my chest to make her point.

I nodded, still annoyed that he came and went as he pleased. Then my whole world went bright with her next comment.

“I have the entire day free.”

“Really?” I tried not to sound too hopeful. “Whatever shall we do?” I used my most eloquent accent and thrust my hips.

She hit my chest again and got out of bed swaying her delectable ass in the process. “I was thinking we start with a bath. You game, Stud?”

“A bath?” I crinkled my nose. ”What about your friend?”

“You can’t get your bandage wet, so a shower’s out.” My angel thought of everything. “And Ollie can wait, the little punk.”

“Oh, so you can call him little, but I can’t?”

“Exactly!” she smiled. I didn’t think I’d ever understand her relationship with that man. Boy. Man-boy. Whatever.

A brisk knock came at the door. She moved to open it completely naked. “Don’t you dare flaunt that body in front of him.”

She looked at me in confusion and then just shrugged her shoulders. I walked over to the door and opened it bare-ass naked instead.

Oliver’s eyes traced my body from top to bottom. His mouth hung open again. “What is it?” I asked. He continued to stare.

Behind me, Aspen wedged her way around with that sexy purple nightgown back on. She stepped in front of me to hide my manhood. I put my arm around her shoulders and cupped her satin-clad breast, then kissed her neck. She leaned it to the side, giving me better access. She wanted to make her friend uncomfortable? I was her guy. If I got to touch her in the process, that was just fine with me.

“Oliver, when Hank’s here, he’d prefer you knock.”

“So it starts already?” The man’s eyes narrowed into slits; his lips held a hard line. She shrugged and he continued. “The nurse is here and I’ve cancelled your afternoon appointments so that you could have the day as you requested. Is that going to be all, Ms. Reynolds?”