Chapter 13: Chapter 13

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ANGEL

Upon opening her eyes, the first thing Angel saw was her long blonde hair draped over hard muscles.

She lifted her head enough to see she was partly lying on Nash, one leg resting over both of his.

“Oh, my God, I’m so sorry. I don’t know how I ended up on top of you. You could have pushed me off.” Angel made no attempt to move and hoped he wouldn’t shift either.

Looking up at his face, her gaze flickered from his eyes to his mouth again and again.

~It would be so easy to kiss him right now.~

“I just woke up and found you this way.” Nash’s voice sounded strained. “I didn’t want to disturb you. But now that you’re awake, I’d like to take a shower, if you don’t mind?”

Angel lowered her chin onto his chest and sent a wicked grin his way. “I can…if that’s really what you want.”

Nash laughed before a faux-serious expression settled on his features. “You’re playing with fire. You wouldn’t want to get burned, would you?”

He flipped her over and pinned her hands above her head. With her body trapped under his as he shook his head at her, she breathed faster, deeper.

Angel looked at his lips, then into his eyes.

“There’s a fire burning inside me, Nash. I want you to put it out.” She whispered the words, but her body was screaming out for him, and she showed him by rubbing her leg against him.

Nash’s mouth came crashing into hers, his kiss so demanding that he pushed her head into the pillow. She was drowning in the taste of his lips, and she felt his cock straining against her.

Before she could moan his name, Nash broke off the kiss and pushed himself off the bed. “We mustn’t… I’ll go get us some coffee.”

Before he could reach the door, she ripped his shirt from her body and threw it at him. “Then you’ll need this.” Her voice was equal parts frustration and desperation.

Nash picked up the shirt, felt it between his fingers, then slowly cocked his head to look at her. His eyes were on her chest just a moment before he ripped the sheet from her naked body.

Pushing her back down onto her back, Nash jumped on top of Angel. He pressed his lips against hers, and she snaked her arms around his neck.

There was no turning back. Damn everything and everyone else. All she wanted was him. She needed to make love to him, to feel Nash embedded in her.

Angel felt his finger slide over her wetness and inside her. She arched her hips up, loving his touch.

Her body trembled when he lifted his mouth from hers and moved down, leaving hot wet kisses as he made his way lower, lower, until he got between her legs.

She moaned loudly when he blew hot, steamy breath on her sex, and then his tongue was on her, lapping at her, drawing her into his mouth, flicking and sucking.

Angel pushed her fingers through his hair, tugging on it when her body started to jerk from her orgasm, and she screamed when he continued beyond it, leaving her a quivering mass of pleasure.

Nash pulled back and smiled at her hooded gaze, then he took her one hand and placed it around his thick shaft.

She thought she had died and gone to heaven as he skillfully caressed every inch of her while she rubbed his manhood up and down.

He leaned in, spreading her legs around him, and kissed her eyes, her cheeks, her nose, and when he sucked on her neck, he entered her.

Angel let out a soft cry when she felt all of him going deep inside her, and once he’d settled, Nash thrust harder and faster.

He surged, again and again, going deeper, harder, pounding her as if to let her know she was his and only his.

She came twice more before he got his own release, and when he collapsed on top of her, his groans ringing loudly in the small room, Angel wrapped her legs around his waist, never wanting to let go.

She smiled, delighting at how different he was between the sheets. Dressed, Nash was a gentleman, as sweet as they come. But under the covers, he was a wild man, a little rough, and very dominant.

Nash rolled off her and onto his side, pulling her into his arms. “I’ve wanted to do this from the moment I met you.”

She stroked his cheek. “That was amazing.”

“I would love to stay here in bed with you all day, but we really have to get going. I’ll buy you breakfast before we head home.”

Giving her a kiss, he got out of bed, stopping at the bathroom door. “We have time for a shower if you’d care to join me.”

Angel giggled, jumped up, and followed him into the shower.

NASH

Nash pulled his truck up in front of his parents’ shop, and Moe raced out toward them, jumping on Angel the moment she got out of her seat.

“So good to see you both. Moe was missing you.” Mildred gave them both a hug. “Can you stay to have a bite to eat?”

“We ate before we left the motel this morning, and I really have to get back to feed the horses. But everything got delivered.”

“Shame about the weather,” Wade said. “I hope the place you stayed was comfortable.”

“The heater wasn’t working very well in our room, so it was a little chilly, but we made it out alive.”

Nash noticed both the parents eyeing each other and he cursed his clumsy choice of words.

~I should have said rooms, not room.~

“Anyway, we just want to pop in to let you know we’re back,” Nash said, trying to change the subject before someone said anything.

“But it’s still early,” Wade said. “Why not have a quick bite?”

Nash pointed at the clock. “Early? It’s past midday, and the horses haven’t eaten yet.”

Wade glanced over, frowned, then checked his watch. “Silly thing is broken again.”

“Well, all right, dear.” Mildred leaned in for another hug. “We’ll see you both later, yes? You are bringing Angel to the concert on Sunday, aren’t you?”

Nash looked at Angel. “Every year, after the church service, there is a concert; usually, a play and some singing. I wasn’t sure if you’d want to go.”

Angel’s smile accentuated her full lips. “I’d love to go.”

“Then we’ll be there, Mom.”

***

Arriving home, Nash ran around to the passenger door and took Angel in his arms. “I’m going to take care of the horses. Go inside and stay warm.”

“Or I could help you.” It wasn’t a question, and she pulled away and began walking to the barn.

“You don’t have to do that,” he said, following behind her.

She turned to look at him but carried on in the same direction, stepping backward. “I want to help. I need to start pulling my weight here. You’ve done so much for me.”

“You do too much already. For someone who is supposed to be resting, you cook and clean, not to mention all the help you gave by making cookies and handing out hot cocoa and cider at the park.”

He rubbed the back of his neck and looked anywhere but at her. “Anyway, taking care of work around a ranch is man’s work. It’s not really suited for women.”

“Oh, you didn’t just say that?! That is so sexist, and for your information, mister, we women can do anything men can.”

“I’m not saying you can’t, but it’s hard work shoveling poop and laying down fresh hay. I won’t let you do that, but you can feed them and give them a good brushing down if you’d like.

“I’ll never let a woman do the dirty work, Angel. That’s just the way I am.”

“Poop? No, thank you. You’re right, I think I’ll skip that part.”

She wrinkled her nose, and Nash felt his heart soar.

And so, they got to work: Nash, cleaning up the poop and laying down fresh hay; Angel, feeding the horses and giving them fresh water.

When they were done, they took the horses outside to move around inside the corral, and Nash got a kick out of watching her.

When she caught him, she blushed and hid her face behind her long hair. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I can’t get over how well you are doing. You could barely ride the other day, now you look like you’ve worked with the animals your whole life.

“Not to mention how you are with everyone in town. You really are a special woman, Angel.”

She walked over to him, careful where she put her boots but keeping her eyes on Nash, and put her arms around his neck, tilting her face up to look at him. “You’re special too.”

“How so?” He moved his hands to her waist and pulled her closer.

“You’re strong, handsome, and such a gentleman.” She opens her mouth and licks her teeth. “And you’re a caveman in bed. What is that saying? ‘Sweet on the streets; dirty between the sheets.’”

He smiled. “Since you helped me with my work out here, I’ll help make dinner and clean up after.”

He glanced at Moe, who started barking. “He’s either jealous or he’s telling me to kiss you already.”

“Moe knows his stuff.” Angel looked at Nash with a twinkle in her eyes. “Stop wasting time and kiss me already.”

He lowered his mouth onto hers, and their kiss was hot and passionate, and just like that, Nash no longer felt the cold winter chill.

Moe barked again.

“Make up your mind,” Nash said. “First, you want me to kiss her, then you interrupt.” He rubs his cold nose against Angel’s. “Shall we go inside?”

She nodded, hardly able to contain her smile.

“Head on in with Moe and warm up. I’ll bring the horses inside and follow.”

Before long, they were all inside. Nash turned on the tree lights, Angel turned on the radio, and they began making dinner while singing along to the Christmas songs.

“You really have an amazing voice, Angel. Maybe you are a famous singer?”

She laughed. “Well, I can’t be that famous if you don’t recognize me. Thanks though.”

“You know what we should do tomorrow?”

“What’s that?” she asked while mashing the potatoes.

“We should go into town and go skating. I know someone we can borrow some skates from. Would you like to do that?”

“I don’t know if I can skate?”

“You ski, right? Well, it’s almost the same thing.”

“I mean, it’s definitely not. Skiing is on the snow, whereas skating is on ice. But I’d like to try! Sounds like fun.”

“Good, it’s a date.”