Angel Falling (Falling #1)(55)
“’Night, Ma,” I heard him say. I didn’t have the energy to worry about what this looked like.
“Oh my, son!” she said with a laugh. “I’ve covered my eyes, Aspen! Jeez Son, you could have warned me. You’re going to make me miss my Henry something awful seein’ you two like that.”
“We worked it out,” he said continuing to walk to our room. Instead of being mortified I just accepted it. Hank did what Hank wanted. If he chose to walk us both naked from room to room, that was his prerogative. At least she’d only seen our asses since our fronts were plastered together. Hopefully she wouldn’t judge me too harshly in the morning.
“So you did. Well then, goodnight.”
I woke up the next morning to something wet licking my hand and something poking my shoulder. I opened one eye to find Butch lapping happily at my hand that hung off the bed making it nice and slobbery. Oliver was the culprit poking my shoulder.
“Ollie, its Sunday. What the hell are you doing here?” I sat up and the blankets pooled at my waist. Oliver covered his eyes and it took me a moment to realize what he was doing.
“It’s not like you’ve never seen me naked before. Hell, you’ve probably seen me naked more than Hank. A lot more than Hank.”
That got Hank’s attention. He sat up, his bed hair spiked all over the place. Oliver did not hide his eyes when Hank’s naked chest came into view. Couldn’t blame him there, the man was a remarkable sight.
“Lucky bitch.” Ollie tsk-tsked and ogled Hank openly.
“True.” I grinned. “What do you want? Why are you waking me up on a Sunday?” I asked as Hank tugged me to lean back against him and pulled the blanket up to my neck. He did not like another man seeing me naked. Made me feel special, coveted.
“This better be good, Buddy.” Hank kissed my bare shoulder.
“It’s work, Pen. We’ve got a rogue model. This time I think she’s overdosed. She’s supposed to be at the shoot in Times Square right now.”
I flung out of bed stark naked jumping over Butch who then jumped up on the bed. Hank groaned.
Ollie sat on the bed petting the dog as I jetted into the bathroom to take a quick shower.
I could hear laughing, then Oliver entered the bathroom heading to the walk-in closet. Hank was hot on his heels.
“Jesus, Oliver. I’m going to tear into you if you don’t stop looking at my girl.” Oliver just continued through the bathroom to the closet to choose my outfit.
“Hank, when are you going to learn that I have no interest in your girl’s boobies or anything else?” Hank stood naked as a Jaybird and stomped his foot. “You on the other hand … ” Ollie looked at Hank in all his glory.
Cock hung down thick and heavy along his thigh, tight dark hair nestled at the groin. Sculpted abs and chest. It took everything I had not to trail my hands down to my center to rub one out while watching him, angry and flustered, standing just outside the shower stall’s glass door. The man was just too good to look at.
Ollie continued to openly stare at my man. “Damn, Hank. If I wasn’t in a committed relationship with the world’s sexiest fireman, I’d be all over you like white on rice, cowboy.”
I laughed as Hank beat feet into the shower. “You’ve got freaky friends, Darlin’.”
“Believe me, I know.” I said loud enough for Oliver to hear. Hank’s hands came around my back and cupped my breasts, pinching the nipples between his fingers.
“Buddy, if you don’t want another show, I suggest you get movin’ on outta’ here,” Hank warned, his cock now erect and pressed against the seam of my ass.
A dark blur carrying something bright red rushed past. I heard the door snick shut a second later.
After a very productive shower— Hank liked to call it preserving water—I had my red suit on paired with a beige silk blouse and nude peep-toe slingbacks. Oliver had just put the final touches on a sleek chignon when Hank leaned against the vanity. His dark jeans hung low on his hips, a Dallas Cowboys t-shirt stretched tight against his broad chest. Yum.
“So, how long will you be gone today?” Hank asked, arms crossed over the other. He was still cradling the elbow on his wounded side, but it was barely perceptible. It was odd that he was asking how long I’d be. He’d never questioned when or how much I had to work before.
“I don’t know,” I countered honestly. “This model, Hank. She’s incredible. The most sought after in the business right now, but she’s young, dumb, makes terrible decisions, and needs help. She comes from a very broken family and has no one to help set her on the right path.”
“And that person has to be you?” His voice wasn’t judgmental or laced with anything other than curiosity.
“Maybe. Ultimately, I’m responsible for her completing the jobs I’ve contracted her for through AIR Bright Modeling Agency. If she’s overdosed on drugs, I need to assess whether she can finish the job she’s committed to this weekend or is off to rehab. Why?” I didn’t mean for my tone to take on an accusatory edge, but I’d never had to answer to anyone before and it threw me off my game.
“No reason.” He shrugged. “Hey, would you have a problem with me inviting some of the guys over for the game since you’ll be out?” Immediately the tension I was prepared for ebbed and went away. He was so adorable asking permission to have his friends over. It was unnecessary, he didn’t need my permission for anything, but I appreciated it.