Angel Falling (Falling #1)(63)
“Watch your mouth, son. Now stop manhandling the pretty little thing and get on over here. Your Momma damn near slaved over this meal!” Pops was in true man-of-the-house mode, even though it was my home.
“You ready, Darlin’?” She nodded and I pulled her along the patio to her seat.
Before she sat I clutched her to me, dipped her body back, and held her gaze, my intent clear as day. “One more for the road!” I said then kissed the shit out of her, making a big deal out of it in front of my whole family and our friends. She gripped my biceps and dug her nails in. In no time she relaxed into my embrace and kissed me back.
I hauled her back up and pulled out her chair and physically put her in it. The table was full of smiling faces.
“Caveman!” she spat, but her voice held nothing but joy. I knew it was the right thing to do. It took the embarrassment away from her and put it onto me.
Soon everyone was enjoying the pork chops, mashed potatoes, and corn Ma had whipped up. Oliver and Dean both cleared their plates and Aspen did that humming foodgasm thing again. My dick was so hard by the end of the meal that I knew one touch of her pale hand would set me off. After dinner, Aspen followed the women into the kitchen to clean up.
“She’s mighty fine, bro.” Heath tipped his chin at the window where we could see the three women cleaning up after the meal. “You’re a goner, aren’t cha?”
I nodded. “Yup. The damn girl but ruined me.” Pops, Oliver, and Dean listened, but didn’t butt in.
“You haven’t told her, have you?”
My brother knew me too well. Hiding wasn’t an option with the Jensen clan. “Nah, we haven’t discussed it yet. I plan to talk to her here. I wanted to see what she thought about the ranch.”
Dean finally added his thoughts. “You know she’s not going to move here.” His voice sounded a bit sad.
“Yeah, I reckon I knew that the moment we met. I have some thoughts on that, but it’s still in the works.” I proceeded to tell the guys my concerns about getting the capital or investors to expand. Oliver had some ideas and said he would talk about it when we were alone. Pops bristled with anger, but kept his mouth shut. I knew he’d have his words with me when he could corner me alone.
“Oh Hank, that plan … it’s, perfect. And so romantic,” Oliver cooed and fell all over himself. Dean rubbed his back with one hand, the fingers of his other curled around a beer.
“Keep your mouths shut. I want to talk to my girl in private when the time is right.” Everyone nodded and the evening continued without further discussion. The women joined us with dessert in tow. Once we’d had our fill of Ma’s cookin’, everyone said their goodbyes. The guys disappeared off to their room and I grabbed my girl around the waist the second the door closed and my family had left.
“Now that you have me all to yourself, what are you going to do with me, Stud?” Her purdy little lips puckered seductively.
“Oh Angel, I’m about to wreck you like you’ve wrecked me.” She squealed as I kneeled, clasped her around the waist, and hauled her over my good shoulder in a fireman’s carry. Something I learned as a volunteer. Her hands gripped and smacked my ass as I made my way up the stairs.
Chapter 15
Hank unceremoniously threw me on the bed. His hands traced my legs up my pants, then undid the buttons and removed them, leaving me in a lacy red thong. The man loved me in red. He groaned when the matching bra was revealed. The demi-cups barely concealed my heaving breasts.
“Fuck,” he growled as he bit one peak. I arched my chest to gain more contact. He plucked and tugged on my other nipple, the lace adding a grating texture to the sensitive patch of skin.
He pulled down each cup, exposing them to the cool air. Each tip turned into a tight little peak of want and desire. Hank leaned down and flicked the tip of his tongue at one erect bud, swirling the wet muscle around the surface in endless, dizzying circles of heat. I fumbled with his shirt, pushing it up his body. He only released my breast to remove the garment. Skin to skin. Perfect.
I groaned. “God, Hank, I love feeling you.”
“Darlin’, you’re about to feel a whole lot more of me.” He accentuated with a thrust of his manhood between my thighs.
His hand traveled down over my breasts and flattened stomach, directly under the lace of my thong. Large fingers tickled my folds until he pressed two of them in.
“Shit!” He cursed a lot in the bedroom. “Oh, Angel, you’re dripping wet. You don’t know what that does to me.” His mouth continued to bite and nibble on each breast, alternating between the two. Ribbons of electricity jolted through my body; I hummed with need.
“Only you, Hank.” I pressed hard into his fingers, losing my breath in the process. “My body aches for your touch,” I admitted on a particularly hard thrust of those amazing fingers.
A deep guttural moan ripped through his chest right before he used both hands at the edge of each hip and shredded the fabric of my thong. Hank loved tearing my panties to pieces. He tossed the ripped fabric over his shoulder. Another hundred-dollar pair of panties gone with the wind.
I didn’t care. His need for me was exciting and those tattered remnants of his unconcealed lust would be tossed in the trash with pride. Another casualty to our fevered ache for one another. I laid there as his gaze roamed over every inch of me. His breath labored.