Angel Falling (Falling #1)(53)

“Hank, what the hell were you thinking?” Ma was red with anger.

“What was I supposed to do? She’s not going to leave and come home to Texas.”

“Have you considered staying here?”

“In New York?”

“Don’t be thick, son. The woman is clearly in love with you and you with her.”

“You don’t know that, Ma.”

“Oh, yes I do. Call it mother’s intuition. That pretty girl loves you and she’s devastated right now. Who works on a Saturday?” She doesn’t know Aspen. My girl works all the time. That’s why she’s so successful. It never completely leaves her. “You need to tell her that you’re going to work this situation out.”

“How can I promise her that?”

“You tell her you’re going to stay in New York. You’re going to figure out what to do about your business. Maybe this is the time to expand it. You were talking about having another branch. This is the perfect opportunity.”

My mom had a good point. I had been talking to Mac, my most trusted employee, about expanding the business. He’d never leave Texas for longer than necessary, though. His wife and three kids were back home waiting anxiously for his return. This job was the longest we’d been away and I was flying him home every other weekend to be with his family. What if I did set up a branch in New York? Mac could run the Texas office just fine without me.

“It’s something to consider, Ma. But I’d need an office and investors here to expand. I don’t have enough capital yet to open an office in such an expensive place.”

“Didn’t you say your girlfriend owned a building?” She tilted her head and looked at me as if I were deaf, dumb, and blind. “Maybe you could rent a space from her? She’s also got lots of money. Bet she knows some investors.”

Again, the woman was smart. She didn’t run the backend of the cattle business because she was dumb.

“Maybe I could talk to Aspen about it. But if she doesn’t feel the same way, I … ”

“Shut it, Punky. You tell that woman how you feel and I’d bet every dollar in my bank account she feels the same. Have a little faith, dear. You’re a Jensen. My boys are irresistible. You’re the most loveable men in the world.”

“Ma, you’re biased.”

“That’s right, and with good reason. You will take perfect care of her. She needs a real man around. If you don’t give her that, I’m telling you, she’s a catch. Someone will … ” she left off.


To hell with that! There was no way on God’s green earth that I’d let another man so much as touch a hair on her purdy head. The thought of someone kissing or making love to my girl made me crazy. Insane. Downright certifiable.

“Ma, goodnight.”

“Go get her, baby!” she yelled as I headed to Aspen’s study.

She was standing staring out the window, arms crossed protectively over her chest. She didn’t hear me come in. I took in her form as she stood facing the New York skyline. I could tell she was lost in thought. She was so beautiful.

The gray dress she wore clung to her hips and ass. The light from her desk lamp highlighted the gold in her long blond hair. Her head was tipped to the side, exposing the creamy column of her neck. That neck made me weak. I wanted to brand her, mark her there so everyone could see that she was taken, that she was mine.

Slowly, I crept up and slid my arms around her waist and set my head in that lovely crook in her neck. She sighed and curved her form against mine. She filled all my spaces perfectly.

“Angel, we’re going to work out our living situation … ” I started, but she cut me off.

“How? It’s impossible, Hank. This has all been great, but it’s not reality. It isn’t real.”

White-hot anger spiraled through me. How could she blow this off so easy? My entire body tensed around her, fingers digging into her hips.

“You don’t mean that, this is very real … ”

She flipped around in my arms. Tears streaked down her angelic face. It killed me to see her hurting. I wanted to kiss away those tears, to make her happy, see her smile.

“Is it? Is it really, because it feels like a dream. Like a perfect, beautiful dream ... but not real.” Her voice broke into a sob on that last word.

Hands gripping her head to me, I crushed my mouth over hers. On her gasp, I pushed my tongue into the sweet cavern of her mouth, tasting the honey I knew I’d find there. My hands trailed down her back and to her ass, pressing her against me. “This feel real, Angel?” I thrust my erection against her and she groaned. Turning us around, I lifted those sweet cheeks into the air and she clamped them around my waist in a vice.

I pushed the chair and documents from her desk and set her ass on the wood surface. Her mouth ravaged mine, our tongues swirled, teeth gnashed. When she sucked my tongue I spread her thighs wide, opening her most private place to my need. Fumbling fingers found the edges of her panties and I tore the material off her in a snap. I brought the soaking lace to my face. She watched me, her eyes dilated to the point where I could barely tell they were blue. Through my nose I sniffed her sopping panties, her scent firing through my senses and settling at my cock, making me painfully hard.

“This real, Angel. How wet you are for me, how f*cking good you smell!”