Indulgence

by Liz Crowe

  Even with all my success I’d never been able to fit into my parents perfect high society mold. I played the part well enough. Went to the functions, knew which fork went with what food, dressed appropriately. Yet, I still never fit in. The only place I’d ever been comfortable was at the head of a conference room table, planning, organizing and delegating. Being in control of my life and my company was top priority.

  And therein lay the problem with Hank. He made me feel things I’d never felt. Want to do things I wouldn’t normally do. He brought out a reckless side that was unfamiliar, somewhat dangerous. For the first time in my life I was nervous, uncertain about my footing. Walking into uncharted territory willingly.

  “Up and at ‘em!” Oliver cooed. He ripped the blanket off my body and tossed it to the floor leaving me bare-assed naked. Before I had the chance to complain he had me up and out of bed and into the bathroom. “Now make yourself pretty for our cowboy.” His grin was loaded with excitement. He practically hopped from foot to foot.

  “Our cowboy? I wonder how Hank would feel about a gay man sizing him up?”

  “Don’t know, don’t care. He’s as much mine as he is yours.” He grabbed a towel from the linen closet. “What’s yours is mine and what’s mine is mine, too!” He was in a saucy mood this morning.

  Butch, Hank’s dog entered the bathroom and walked over to the toilet. I’d forgotten he was here until he leaned over the bowl and proceeded to take messy slurps. Water sloshed all over the lid. Oliver and I watched the dog with matching horrified expressions. After two days of being around Butch, nothing surprised me about the animal. He’d already pissed off Gustav by digging in the trash and spreading it through the kitchen. Gustav asked me to board the dog or he’d quit. I gave him a raise and told him to deal with the mutt.

  “You know, I read an article somewhere that dogs don’t understand why their owners won’t let them drink out of the toilet because to them it’s like a big margarita bowl!” He tipped his head to the side as he watched the dog drink his cocktail.

  “That’s just sick. Now get out and tell Gustav that I’d like a cappuccino to go for me and one for Hank. I’d also like half a bagel with cream cheese, please. Oh, and make sure he feeds Butch.”

  “Yes, Princess. Your wish is my command.” He headed toward the door as I stepped into the shower.

  “No, my wish is your job. One you get paid damn well for!” I yelled over the water cascading down my back. “And take the dog with you!” The hot water soothed my aching muscles. I heard Oliver fighting with Butch just outside the room. He didn’t care for Oliver. Though he seemed to be fine with me as long as I gave him a good petting before bed and again when I got home. I’d actually started to take a liking to the mangy animal. He was sweet in a slobbery and hairy way.

  I finished my shower and threw on the matching black lace bra, underwear and stockings Oliver had left on the bed. Glancing in the freestanding mirror I inspected my form. I worked hard to stay in shape. My legs, arms and abs were all toned, belly flat. I was proud of the defined indent in my biceps. Nothing too bulky, but strong and feminine at the same time. My breasts were large but perky for their size.

  I turned around to view my backside relishing in the fact that my bum was tight and firm. It was my sexiest feature and the panties with the scalloped trimmed edge were doing wonders for my confidence. If Hank did end up seeing me in this, I think he’d be pleased.

  I slipped on a royal blue dress that hugged every curve. It was plain in the front with a scoop neck and fitted bodice. The back had an exposed zipper encased in leather running down the entire seam. Oliver called it the “business in the front, party in the back” dress.

  As I put my makeup on, Oliver came in and gestured for me to sit in the vanity chair. He twisted my hair into a complex system of knots and swirls, every so often adding a bobby pin to hold a piece in place. The man was a sheer genius at styling me. He knew exactly what looked good, knew my sizes to perfection, and was able to create an updo masterpiece.

  He put one last bobby pin in place and handed me a mirror. “There, perfect.”

  “Looks great, as usual. You constantly amaze me.”

  His return smile was huge spreading across crisp flawless skin. Oliver was good-looking in a pretty boy way. “Thank you. Now what are we going to do about the cowboy? I’ve fixed up the spare room, put away all of his clothes, and set up his toiletries in the bathroom. For a man planning on staying for two more months, he doesn’t have a lot with him.” His eyes scrunched up thoughtfully, thin lips pinched together in thought.

  “Well, he’s a man.”

  “So am I, and I would have traveled with five times as much as he has. It didn’t even fill the closet or drawers.” His expression was shocked, bordering on horrified. “I think I’m going to have to get him a few things. He has one button-up long-sleeved shirt, one tie, and one blazer. That’s it!”

  I smiled and thought about how manly Hank was. He didn’t worry about clothing or dressing to the nines. Frankly, I couldn’t care less. The less clothes he wore the better, in my book.

  “So buy him more clothing if it makes you feel better. Maybe take him shopping when he’s up to it.”

  Oliver’s eyes lit up like the sun peeking through on a cloudy day to spread its rays of light in every direction. He clasped his hands together and spun around on one toe in a perfect circle. “Oh, my very own personal man doll.” His shoulders squeezed together in excitement.

  “Not something you want to say to Hank. He’s liable to punch you in the face for suggesting you want to play Barbies using him as your personal Ken doll.” I tried to hide my grin.

  His eyes went wide, nostrils flared. “You think he’d punch me in the face? Seriously?”

  “Um, No.” My laugh sounded loud echoing off the bathroom walls. “Now let’s go. I need to get him settled and then head to AIR for a meeting this afternoon.”

  We made it to the hospital in record time. I tried to ignore the butterflies in my belly and the jackhammering of my heart. The moment I opened the door to Hank’s room all the nerves dissipated. He stood at the hospital mirror combing his dark hair, dressed in a pair of low hanging sweats that accentuated his lean hips and firm, muscular thighs.

  From the back his white t-shirt stretched across a chest wide enough to be a professional football player’s. The bandaged shoulder and left arm were held to his chest in a blue sling. Beautiful honeyed green eyes caught mine in the reflection in the mirror. His face split into a wide grin showing white, even teeth. He was cleanly shaven and his hair damp as he slicked the pieces back.

  “Mornin’, Angel.”

  “Morning, Stud. You ready to break out of here?”

  He turned around and smiled. “I reckon’ there’s just one thing I need before we jet out.”

  He didn’t have much with him. I looked around the room for anything that seemed out of place. In a few strides he stood in front of me large and looming. He palmed the back of my neck, and dug his fingers into my hairline. In seconds his lips devoured mine.

  My hands went around his form cautiously, mindful of his wounded side. Slick strands wet my fingers as I gripped his hair, bringing his face to mine in the process. A growl emanated from his throat as he nipped and tugged at my lips. Liquid heat boiled at the surface between my thighs.

  I heard the door open and close behind us. “Holy shit, down cowboy!” Oliver chastised.

  Hank pulled away and petted my cheek with his thumb. “I like your dress.” The comment held a gentleness I hadn’t expected from such a hulking man. He seemed more the caveman type. One who would grip a woman by the hair, drag her off to his cave, and have his wicked way with her.

  The care with which Hank held me close made me feel cherished, special in a way I wasn’t used to. It was obvious in how he looked at me as if I was the only woman in the world. The gentle way he caressed my face proved that he was affected by me. Thank God I wasn’t the only one whose world was tipping
on its axis.

  He kissed my lips briefly once more and looked over at Oliver. He gave Oliver a pointed look. “When a man is kissing his woman, it would be best if you didn’t interrupt.”

  His woman. Oh boy.

  Along the ride to her house, I chastised myself for being so forward and sticking my foot in my mouth. Calling her my woman could have gone to the shitter. Real quick like. It was as if I’d forgotten to apply a filter. I feared I may have played my hand with her too soon. Never a good idea to go for broke when you’re not sure your opponent is ready to fold.

  With Aspen, I didn’t really know what her thoughts were about this thing between us. It was happening fast with no brakes in sight. When she wasn’t near, I wanted her to be. When she was near, I couldn’t get close enough. If this busted wing wasn’t in the way, I’d already have her pinned to the nearest bed.

  I’d never lacked the company of a woman, a warm body to lay with on a cold Texas night. But with Aspen, there was something more. The filly made my bones feel week and my chest tight. An ache hung at the pit of my stomach. A woman had never jumbled up my thoughts more than the blond goddess.

  Her home was at the top of a skyscraper. Central park could be seen from her balcony along with an open view of New York City.

  The place was modern but comfortable. Art hung over the stark, white walls like a museum. Matching white marble floors gleamed across the large expanse. Area rugs were scattered throughout, breaking up the spaces like mismatched puzzle pieces. She definitely didn’t lack any modern conveniences. Top of the line entertainment equipment, media room, plush furniture that looked like it should have been on the cover of a home design magazine. The more I looked around the more I realized how different we were. She lived in the lap of luxury. I lived on a ranch that had tattered old furniture and walls of books and sports paraphernalia.

  “Nice digs.” My mouth twisted in a smile I wasn’t sure she’d believe. I don’t know what I expected, but the woman was rich. As in boo coo bucks. I’d never even been in a place that fancy. It was as if every piece of furniture was perfectly placed and nothing out of order. There was no clutter or much in the way of trinkets. Magazines were displayed like fans on different tables.

  Before she could respond, I heard the familiar clicking sound I looked forward to after a hard day’s work. Butch ran as fast as his hind legs could carry him. He plowed into me almost knocking me on my ass. He spun in a circle, so I crouched down to pet him on the head, and gave my boy some lovin’ while he licked my face.

  “Oh, good boy. Missed you, Butch. Were you a good boy for Aspen? Yes, I bet you were. I love you, too, Buddy.”

  His long, pink tongue gave me one final lick along the entire side of my face. Aspen cringed and grimaced. Then the craziest thing happened. Butch left my side and ran over to Aspen and rubbed against her legs.

  “Alright boy, but no kisses this time!” She petted Butch, scratching her nails along his neck. He curved into her side. I looked at her in shock. Her gaze caught mine. “What?”

  “Butch likes you?” I couldn’t believe it.

  “Yeah, we’ve become friends the last couple days. He leaves me be as long as I give him attention in the morning when we wake, then again each time I come home.”

  “He sleeps with you?” No fucking way.

  “Not with me. That’s gross. He sleeps at the foot of my bed. Why so shocked?”

  “Because, Butch hates women. Except Ma and my sister-in-law, Jess, and that took some time.”

  “Oh, no he doesn’t. Do you boy?” She petted him on the head some more and smiled down at the yellow lab. Butch preened up at her. I could relate. She was something to feast your eyes on.

  “Well, I’ll be damned. You continue to amaze me, Darlin’.”

  The situation was interesting and unexpected. My dog really didn’t like the ladies. Every time I brought a woman back to the ranch he would growl and scare the daylights out of her until they would beg me to put him outside. Usually, I would do my business with the lady and then take her home. Butch was more important than a roll in the hay to get my rocks off. Figured if the women were one night stand type of ladies then they should be okay with not staying over once the deed was done. Worked most the time. Once and awhile I’d have to deal with a clinger. I’d just cut em’ loose right quick and carry on about my business. They eventually got the hint.

  Aspen continued to show me around the mansion masquerading as a penthouse. Why someone who lived alone needed so much space was beyond me. She stopped at the door closest to the master bedroom.

  “And this is your room for the next eight weeks.”

  I entered the room and sat on the bed, bouncing it a few times. It was big, with a blue comforter. The room was decked out in a nautical theme. Not my taste, but it didn’t really matter. I planned on hanging my hat in her bedroom, anyway.

  “How much time you think I’ll be sleeping in this bed?” I wiggled my eyebrows at her seductively.

  She cocked her head and grinned. “Where, pray tell, do you think you’ll be sleeping?”

  “Don’t be coy, Angel. I’m guessing I’ll be in here, what? Two nights tops, before I have you laying out under me, begging for me to make you come again.”

  “Again?”

  “Oh yeah. I’m going to pleasure you in ways you’ve only imagined.”

  From my spot on the bed I could see her eyes dilate, her hands curl into fists. “Pretty sure of yourself. For a man with a wounded shoulder, you sure talk a good game.” She was acting coy but her breath sped up, her hands tightened at her sides and she nibbled on her pink lips. My guess is she was imagining what I’d do to her and gettin’ turned on in the process.

  I stood up and towered over her petite form. Gripping her hip I hauled her against my straining cock. She gasped when I rotated my pelvis against her belly. Tingles of pleasure ripped through me. She moaned and wet her lips again.

  “Do you feel what you do to me? Just being near you?” She nodded. “When you’re ready to do something about it, you let me know.”

  Her hands cupped my neck and her lips slanted over mine. The kiss was wild. Deep strokes of her tongue against mine had the steel pipe between my thighs reaching toward her, painfully hard. My right hand gripped her ass, grinding her more fully against my aching need.

  The pressure was perfect. I breathed into her mouth. That sexy little body of hers slithered along mine, trying to gain friction where she wanted it most. I pulled her back until I felt the mattress behind me, then I sat.

  She leaned down and sucked on my tongue, nipping my lips playfully. The woman had me in a tizzy, ready to fuck her in seconds. My good hand slipped under her dress until I felt bare skin. Fucking thigh highs. She was going to be the end of me.

  I had to see them.

  With one hand I did my best and scrunched up the dress. She pulled her knee up to the mattress then straddled my lap. She was in the perfect position for me to smell and touch her where I wanted to most. My lips found the soft skin of her belly just under her navel. I swirled my tongue around the velvet expanse. The smell of her arousal intoxicated my senses and left me weak. Shimmers of excitement soared to my cock filling the thick stalk with an ache only one thing would cure.

  She held up her dress for me as I slipped a hand down to squeeze her tight ass. The lace of her panties were so soft. I scrapped a callused thumb across the silky expanse. Dragging my fingers around the lace to the front I dipped down and cupped her pussy. A moan slipped from her lips, her mouth hovering over mine. She was so wet her panties were soaked.

  “Shit, Angel!”

  She groaned a version of my name or God as I tunneled my fingers between the lace and her baby soft skin to sink one finger deep inside. She was scalding hot and I wanted to drink that heat. Her hips rotated around in circles as I plunged another finger in. She was so tight her body clasped onto my fingers like a vice. I could only image how it would feel when I pressed my cock into her. She sighed and rode
my hand slowly. For this first time, I allowed it. In the future, I’d take control. For now I enjoyed watching her ride my hand as her greedy pussy gripped my fingers. It was so erotic, and only a prelude of things to come. I swirled my thumb around the hard button nestled between her thighs and was rewarded with a deep moan.

  “Oh God, Hank.”

  “You feel that, Angel. You feel me deep inside you?” I pressed up with my two fingers until my palm rested against her wet slit.

  “Y-yes,” she stuttered, thrusting her hips in time with my fingers.

  “That’s just a taste of what it’s going to feel like when I’m fucking you.”

  Dirty talk worked for her; her entire body went rigid. “I’m going to come.”

  One of her hands was braced on my good shoulder and the other on my chest, arching into me. “That’s it, Darlin’. Give it to me. I want to see you lose it.” Her hips moved up and down in tight, strong movements. I sucked and nibbled on her neck while she rode my hand. Hard.

  A few more strokes of her clit and she shattered, screaming. Her swollen lips came down over mine. Our tongues stroked as she trembled. I kept plucking at her sweet pussy, drawing out her pleasure. When she calmed, I pulled my hand out of her panties and licked the wet digits clean. She watched in awe, her eyes a deep navy. Her taste was rich and sweet like the finest honey. Her gaze held mine and in that moment, I believed I could look into those indigo depths for a lifetime.

  “God, you taste good. Just like honey.”

  “Jesus, Hank.”

  “Well no, but I’m glad you think I’m God-like.” We both laughed and she stood and righted her dress. I cupped a hand over my aching shaft and squeezed to relieve some of the pressure.

  She looked down with hunger in her eyes. “You want me to ... ”

  She was cut off by Oliver rounding the corner. In my haste to touch her, I’d forgotten the little fella was here. Had he walked in a minute before he’d be gettin’ quite the eyeful.