Angel Falling, page 13
part #1 of Falling Series
“Hank, I want you. Now.” Her lips singed mine they were so hot, slick and delicious. Our tongues tangled in deep strokes. The wine she was drinking earlier awakened my taste buds with hints of cherry, plum and my angel. She pulled away and her slippery little tongue licked a trail from my ear, down my neck, and back up again. Fuck, the woman knew how to twist me up into knots.
I shoved my hands into her hair, diamond pins flying everywhere, letting her hair fall in curling waves over the softest bare shoulders. “Christ! You’re perfect.” And she was. Every facet of her blew me away. The way her body arched toward mine as if she couldn’t control it. How her breasts heaved waiting for me to handle them. The absolute heaven between her thighs that wept for my touch. These things combined had me spinning with want and need.
Her nimble fingers pulled and plucked at my belt. I heard the telltale signs of my zipper going down in the all-too-quiet room. I slapped the switches near my hand. The fan whirred to life, helping to mask some of the sound. My angel was not a quiet woman in the sack. I ate up every sound she made, but I didn’t think the rest of the party would want to hear her—especially not her mother.
“Hank, I need you to fuck me. Right here, right now.”
A low growl exited my throat as I pulled up her dress and she freed my cock. She was wearing those fucking black stockings again. I slipped my fingers in the tiny scrap of fabric at her hips. They shredded against my onslaught in seconds.
She groaned as I tucked them into my pocket and walked her backward over to the sink. Her mouth hung onto my neck like a leech. When her ass butted against the counter, she lifted herself up on the edge. I would have loved nothing more than to pin her against the door and fuck her, but my shoulder was not up to the task of holding her weight … yet.
Soon I’d be wall-banging her. With little finesse I yanked her thighs wide apart to accommodate my body between them. She was dripping wet. Soaked. Her juices coated my fingers.
As I slipped two fingers into her channel, her tongue trailed along the part of my chest she’d exposed. When she had undone the buttons of my shirt was lost on me. All I could focus on was her wet heat, her scent like warm honey on a summer’s day. She was so damned hot for me. Her lips down low coated my hand, ready to accept me.
“Oh, Angel, so eager for my cock.”
She nodded against my throat, teeth piercing my skin. I’m sure she’d just marked me. “Ah, fuck!” I lined up my cock, pulled on her ass, and rammed into her in one hard thrust.
“Oh God!” I tried to drown out the sound by kissing her. She was too wild. “Harder, Hank. Please. Fuck me, hard.” She bit the tender cartilage of my ear and I pounded into her. My thrusts were relentless in rhythm; I had her begging and pleading to God. She held onto me so tight I wasn’t sure I could breathe, so caught up in all that was her.
The way her body smelled and tasted, the pull and clench of her pussy around my cock, the heated breath against my neck. The woman was my kryptonite.
When we were connected physically, she owned me body and soul. I couldn’t get close enough. Twisting my hips, I pinned her clit between us, grinding against her. Her inner walls clamped down like a fist around my cock, shooting pleasure through the thick staff between my thighs.
She was going over the edge. I wanted more. “More, Angel. Always more. Give me everything.”
I bit at her lips, pushed down the top of her strapless dress her bra with it and pinched her rosy nipples, tugging them into tight aching little points. She liked it a little rough. I sucked on her right breast and plunged my hand down between our bodies. It was intoxicating to feel myself pushing in and out of her wet heat.
I felt like I was ripping her apart. Hell, she was ripping me apart.
She bit into the tender flesh at my neck once more and I held back my own cry, trying my damndest to keep quiet, but it was too much. She was too much. I pounded ruthlessly into her body. She started making these little whimpering noises and I knew she was on the precipice of a monster orgasm.
Swirling my thumb on her hot little wad of nerves and biting down on her nipple had her arching and screaming out her release. I held my other hand over her mouth to muffle the sound as best I could. She bit my hand but I held on, pumping into her roughly, extending her pleasure and finding my own.
“I love fucking you,” I whispered through clenched teeth.
A few more thrusts and I was coming into her hot tunnel. Her legs held tight around my waist pulling at my body. It was a good five minutes of taking huge gasping breaths before we both calmed.
“Jesus, Hank. You undo me,” she whispered, placing light kisses along my neck and face.
“Good. I want to be the only one who does. You got that?” I rubbed my softening dick against her. “Only me from now on.” I punctuated with a thrust and a deep kiss, fucking her with my mouth as my lower half relaxed.
She kissed me and tugged on my body. “Keep that up, Angel, and I’ll be fucking you again.” My dick was already getting hard within her. That’s how much this woman affected me. Once wasn’t nearly enough.
“You’re crazy, you know that?” She laughed and pushed me away. My cock slipped out of her along with a gush of our combined fluids.
“Crazy ‘bout you, Darlin’.” I grinned while buttoning up my shirt, then fixed my tie.
She cleaned herself up and put herself back together sans panties. Those were in my pocket for safe keeping. I had a duffle bag full of these ripped pieces of lace. Her hair was a lost cause though.
Aspen inspected herself in the bathroom mirror. Long fingers tugged through her sex-hair. “Oliver’s going to be pissed that you pulled my hair down.”
“I don’t give a shit what he thinks. I’ll sick Dean on ‘em.”
“You really like Dean?” she asked. Her fingers ran through her golden hair. It still looked perfect to me. Then again, everything about her did.
“I do. He’s a good guy. Man’s man, you know?”
“Yeah, I get it. You have more in common with Dean than with Oliver. I’m glad you’ve made a new friend. I think you’d really like Tripp, too. He’s a mix between a manly man and a chick. You never really know either way. One moment he’s kissing a woman, the next he’s taking it in the ass from a hot male model.”
“Whoa, Angel, too much info. Jeez. You gotta keep that shit to yourself,” I told her, smiling wickedly and squeezing her ass.
We exited the bathroom and went back to our group. Food had been served and there were two plates sitting at our table. After the bathroom acrobatics, I was starving and the pain in my shoulder was thrumming. Nothing another beer wouldn’t fix. ’Sides, I’d gladly take a little pain for a lot of Aspen.
“You had to fuck with her hair, didn’t you, Hank? Damn it! That took me forever to get just right.” Oliver pouted and gave me the evil eye.
“I’d say I was sorry, but we both know I’d be lying, so I won’t. Had to be done.” I told him as I pulled out Aspen’s chair for her to sit.
Dean, London, and Tripp laughed so loud other tables were staring.
“It had to be done or she had to be done,” he quipped. Oh, my Buddy wanted to play. Yeah, I was definitely warming to the fella.
“Both,” I grinned and he gave me a fish face.
“I’ll take note that you prefer her hair be down when you’re going to go all macho on her.” He harrumphed and took a sip of his wine.
“Are you kidding? Aspen, tell him it was you who attacked me!” I clasped my beer and chugged the entire thing down smiling like a loon.
“Shut the hell up, Ollie.” Aspen pinched Oliver in the shoulder.
“Ouch!” He moved closer to Dean and out of her reach.
“Such language, Aspen. You realize who’s here tonight. You should be minding your manners,” said the cool voice of Aspen’s mother from behind her.
“Oh, Mother. Not everyone is as perfect as you are.” Aspen downed the rest of her wine and held the glass out to me. “Another, please.”
I jumped up, not wanting to participate in a battle of words with Aspen and her mother. I wanted to take my angel home and fuck her until morning, and then start all over again. Fighting with her about her mother was not going to fit into that plan.
Dean and Tripp followed me to the bar.
“God, that woman is insufferable.” Tripp was the first to break the silence.
“I’ve never understood why she was such a bitch to Aspen. Out of the three children, Aspen is by far the most successful. You’d think she’d be singing her praises, but instead she finds every opportunity to prod her.” Dean jumped into the first seat on the Hate Aspen’s Mother train.
I just let the two men vent, listening intently to their opinions on the mother-daughter dynamic.
“Oh great, and then the party takes a complete nose dive,” Dean gestured over to Aspen. A nice-lookin’ fella in a suit was standing next to my angel. His hand was on her shoulder, his thumb creeping along her bare neck. I could see her visibly shrink back.
Oh, hell no. I saw only red.
I made my way through the crowd coming up behind Aspen. With my good arm I flicked the man’s hand off Aspen and circled her waist with my hands possessively. I pulled her tight against my front. She leaned against me willingly. Kissing the soft flesh of her neck where the man had touched her gave the added oomph I needed to make the man’s eyes widen in shock.
“I missed you, Angel.” I kissed her neck once more.
Her mother’s eyes were blistering with anger as she took in our comfortable body language. Instead of letting her go, I reached out my hand to the space invader. “Hank Jensen. And you are … ?”
The man’s composure turned from shock to perfectly composed in mere seconds. “Grant. Grant Campbell, I’m Aspen’s—”
“Business partner on Bright Magazine,” Aspen completed his sentence. I knew who the fucker was and I already hated him with a passion. He had hurt her not once, but twice. That alone was worthy of a beat-down, but his smug “I’m better than you” tone was a close second contender. Though at that moment, I wanted to hurt him just for shits and giggles.
“So who are you to Aspen, Mr. Jensen?” the man asked a sneer twisting his lips.
“I’m the boyfriend.”
Chapter 10
My eyes must have been the size of baby elephants. Hank just announced in no uncertain terms that he was my boyfriend. Holy shit! Grant’s reaction almost matched my mother’s horrified expression, except hers was delivered with a gasp. Next time she’d think pretty hard about inviting my house guests to her events in the future.
“I can’t help but say that I’m surprised to hear such news.” Grant was always good under pressure, but his jaw was his tell. He had a tick and a small vein that ran up his neck that proved his anger.
Something about the way he said he was surprised made my own jaw twitch. “And why’s that? It took no time at all for you to choose a new flavor of the month.”
Grants mouth twisted into a scowl. That’s right buddy, suck on that. I held Grant’s gaze as his eyes shone bright with fire.
Hank’s arms squeezed my waist. “Hank, are you ready to go home?” I asked over my shoulder. One of his hands met the tender skin at the nape of my neck, really sealing the deal of his possession. I still wasn’t sure if he’d claimed boyfriend status to help me save face in front of Grant, or because he’d genuinely meant it. One way or the other, we would discuss it. First, I needed to get away from Grant and Mommy Dearest.
“You live together?” Grant snorted in disgust.
“You got a problem with that, pretty boy?” I didn’t like the sound of that. Hank physically moved me to the side; Dean placed an arm around my waist.
“What makes you think you have any right to her? You’ve known her what? All of two weeks?” Grant hedged. Hank stopped dead in his tracks. Grant knew he had the upper hand and continued to press his luck by coming closer to Hank’s face. “You’re just a convenient fuck to her. She spreads those legs nice and pretty, doesn’t she?” Hank gritted his teeth, his hands turning to fists. The tendons in his strong hands popped out and showed white as he clenched them. I stared in horror completely taken aback by Grant’s harsh words.
His eyes were cold and his lips curled into a snarl. “What are you going to give a woman like Aspen? Or maybe it’s not about what you can give her, but about what she can give you—with her mouth and her money.”
Oh no. This is not good.
“I’m sorry, Angel. But he had it comin’.” Hank said as he pulled back and decked Grant in the jaw. Hard. I think I heard Grant’s jaw crack at the blow. The man fell back and was knocked out cold, barely missing the pool’s edge by an inch. My mother jumped to Grant’s aid, but knowing full well the power behind Hank, the man may have a concussion. He’d need a doctor.
“You barbarian!” my mother shouted.
“Jesus, Hank! What the hell were you thinking?” I covered my face in my hands.
Even if Grant deserved it and the nice fat bruised face to go with it, this reaction was completely undignified. The President of the United States was sitting at a table just behind us, body guards off to the side, ready to jump in if the situation worsened. So many of the cities elite were watching the show, all aware that Aspen Reynolds ex, the Senator’s son, was decked by her date.
This night started out so perfectly. Had me believing in the possibility of something more for Hank and me. This spectacle just proved how different we were.
Out of nowhere, my father joined the group. He clasped Hank on the shoulder and I thought for sure he was going to escort him out. Instead, he jerked out his hand and gripped Hank’s in a firm handshake. “Hank, it seems I owe you again. Rumor was that jerk broke my baby girl’s heart some time ago by being unfaithful to her. I think you have honor and know how to treat a lady.”
“I’d never stray from Aspen, sir. You have my word.” Hank’s smile melted my heart a little. “I’m sorry about causing a scene at your party Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds. I’d understand if you want me to leave.” God, Hank was such a kind and caring man. He was also possessive, ornery, reactionary and completely untamable. A life with him would include more occurrences like this.
“Are you kidding? I’d been hoping someone would shake up the party! Let’s have a drink together, son.” Son. My dad was falling for Hank’s charm and charisma. It was really hard not to. There was just something so special about him.
Hank turned around to me, his gaze searing mine. There was such sadness and apology in his now bright-green eyes that I physically couldn’t move, caught once again under his cowboy spell. His eyes also held adoration, fear that I was angry, and something else. Something I was not yet ready to even attempt to decipher. I couldn’t help but smile at his beautiful rugged face, a shadow of hair darkening the skin around his jaw.
“Angel?”
“Go, Hank. It’s okay. We’ll talk later.”
He pulled me against his chest and rested his forehead against mine. “Tell me we’re okay?” he whispered against my lips. Tears pooled at my eyes. I’d never had a man care so much, worry about what I was thinking and feeling.
I nodded against him and he kissed me in front of the entire party. It wasn’t a heated kiss at first, but it held so much promise. His hands twined into my hair, gripping me at the nape as he kissed me with more intent. I pulled away first, knowing that if I didn’t, we’d both be lost to the sensation. The two of us pressed together was a heady mixture that intoxicated us both beyond reason.
He stepped out of my arms and gestured to Oliver. “I like the hair down,” he said, with a sexy grit to his voice. I laughed out loud.
“I see that, Macho Man,” Oliver snapped with the slightest hint of mirth in his tone.
I looked over at my father, who had the biggest grin on his face I’d ever seen. He looked utterly thrilled. My mother looked like she’d eaten something raunchy. My inner bitch was hooting and hollering in the background, lifting a trophy above her head proudly.
Even though I didn’t approve of Hank’s approach, Grant did have it coming. The things he’d said were vile. I’d only wished Hank was able to control himself at a social event. If we were going to consider being an official couple, he’d be attending countless charity events and galas. It was just part of my world.
Even as we spoke there were photographers quietly snapping pictures from a distance, their giant camera lenses pointed at Grant’s sprawled form. Hank didn’t understand what this would amount to. I’m certain that the second Grant came to, he’d contact his lawyers.
“Ollie, call Legal.”
He flipped out his phone and snapped some pictures of Grant lying on the ground. He then typed quickly into the keyboard and started talking. He’d take care of the repercussions, though it was going to cost me a pretty penny. There was no doubt Grant would want to make me pay.
“Jeez, Pen, if I knew you’d be this much fun at parties I’d have invited you to more of mine,” London laughed. Tripp gave her a dirty look but silently agreed with her by way of nodding.
Dean came over to me and pulled me into a hug. He spoke softly into my ear, “He means well, you know that right? He wouldn’t have done it if he hadn’t been provoked and your honor at stake.” I closed my eyes and breathed in Dean’s sweet-smelling cologne. It matched Oliver’s. “Don’t break his heart, Pen. He’s more fragile than he looks.”
I pulled back and Dean’s eyes held no accusation, nothing in those pearly blues but concern. “You think I’m going to hurt him?”
“You’re easy to love. My Oliver is hopelessly in love with you.” I opened my mouth to object. “He is in love with you. He’d do anything for you, as would I by extension of his love. You’re just lucky I’m willing to share.” I nodded, realizing that this was by far the most honest Dean had ever been with his emotions and affections in all the years he’d been with Oliver.
“You know it’s not physical?” I started to assure him.
