“Yes. Fine. I didn’t mean to disturb or worry you. It’s just that he wants to have an ice cream cone. Jerry was going to go to Red Spot Creamery. Is it okay for Harley to have one? I know you watch his sugar and let him have some just on the weekends.”
Belle leaned over and kissed Banger’s cheek. “Everything’s fine, honey. Harley’s taking advantage of his night away and trying to get some ice cream out of it.”
Banger bellowed and took the phone away from Belle. “Give Harley a big-ass cone. I know he wants chocolate chip. How’s the little guy doing?” He pulled Belle close so they could both listen.
“Great. I’m so happy to have him over. We just finished eating and now we’re going to get some ice cream. Jerry’ll bring it back. It’s too cold to go out. What are you two going to do tonight?”
“I’m going up to change. We got reservations at the Buckhorn. I’ll give you to Belle. Talk to you later.”
Belle took the phone and chatted for a few minutes with Kylie, and then to Harley. When Banger came down in a pair of black jeans and a fitted navy blue shirt with a tiny light blue diamond pattern, she sucked in her breath. And the way he wore his hair—slicked down and pulled back—coupled with the heady mix of frosted pinecones and mellow sweet applewood had her wanting to cancel their reservations and make passionate love instead.
“Ready?” He pulled keys from his pocket. Nodding, she put on her jacket, shivering when he placed his hand on the small of her back and led her out.
Dinner was fabulous and so relaxing. For once in a long time, they didn’t talk about any of the children. The steak was so tender, it was like eating butter, and the stuffed mushroom caps topped with parmesan were to die for. Belle made a mental note to recreate them at home.
The dark woods, roaring fire, and delectable aromas of sizzling char-grilled steaks wafted through the restaurant. As they shared a slice of blueberry lemon cheesecake, Banger held her gaze, his eyes twinkling.
“It warms me real good to see the love in my woman’s eyes.” Grasping her hand, he brought it to his mouth and kissed it tenderly.
“You brought the love into my eyes and my life.” She stroked the side of his face, tugging gently on his beard.
“I love you, woman. You came into my life and filled all the lonely places in my heart.”
“You make me so happy. I can’t wait to get home and show you.” She ran the toe of her shoe up and down his leg.
Banger caught her foot and lightly moved his fingers over her calf. “Let’s get out of here.” He waved the waitress over and took out his wallet.
When they arrived home, Banger’s phone went off, and by the way the muscle in his clenched jaw twitched, she knew it was club business. “Upstairs when you’re done,” she mouthed to him.
Hurriedly taking off her shoes and clothes, she wrapped a thick bathrobe around her naked body and went into the bathroom. Bending over the large Jacuzzi tub, she turned on the faucet and sprinkled some bath bubbles under the rushing water. The bubbles from the soap blended with the ones from the jets, and white lights inside the tub made the water shimmer and glow.
Taking out a lighter, Belle lit the ivory-colored candles sitting on the shelves next to the tub, and the rich, warm scent of vanilla curled around the room. Folding two large pale yellow towels over the warming rack, she looked around and smiled. Perfect. She slipped off her robe and climbed into the tub. The water flowed around her as she reached for a bottle of red wine she’d put on the shelf earlier that day and poured it into two glasses. Reclining against the smooth tub, she sipped the wine, gazing at the twirling snowflakes outside.
A low grunt came from the doorway, and she turned her attention away from the falling snow. “I didn’t hear you come up. Everything okay?” She put her glass down.
“It is now.” His smoldering eyes held hers as he kicked off his boots, then stripped off his clothing.
She licked her lips at his erection, tingles dancing on her skin. He eased into the tub and yanked her to him, the water lapping around them. Smooth and full, his lips molded over hers, nibbling and licking as her body strained closer.
“I love how your skin feels next to mine, babe.”
“And I love kissing you. I’ll be kissing you when I’m taking my last breath.” She looped her arm around his neck and swirled her tongue over his lips and around his mouth. “Hmmm… you taste good.” She pulled away, picked up another glass, and poured red wine into it. She slid back over to him and the water rushed around, making her buoy up. “Oh!” The wine spilled on her.
Banger caught her around the waist, then moved closer and dipped his head, his warm tongue lapping up the trails of wine on her wet skin. Throwing her head back, she pushed her breasts out and moaned deeply when his tongue swept over her hardening buds, delicately licking her hard nipples while he roughly squeezed her tits.
She gently pressed two fingers against his temples as she slowly glided her other fingers down his cheek, making tiny circles as she inched down his face. She drew a line along his strong jaw with her index finger, then traced around his mouth, dipping it inside through his parted lips. Raising his head, he captured her gaze with his and drew her finger deeper into his mouth, sucking it as he pinched her nipples.
Jolts of lust and desire shot from her aching buds straight to her pussy. “That feels real good,” she said softly as she undid the tie in his hair, threading her hands through the golden strands.
“I could stay here all night playing with your sweet tits. Your body’s so damn hot.”
As he pulled her nipples, her arousal surged through her senses. Moving closer, she traced circles around his Adam’s apple, loving the way his low, hungry moan echoed in the room. When she brushed her lips around the hollow of his throat and massaged the area softly with her tongue, Banger tangled his fist in her hair and yanked her head up, then seized her lips with a ferocity that took her breath away.
“The things you do to me, woman.” His hand slipped under the water and cupped her aching pussy.
With both hands on his shoulders, she gently pushed his back against the tub. “I want to ride you. I want to feel your cock inside me, filling me up until I can’t take any more.”
“Fuck,” he grunted, his gaze fixed on her as she kneeled, his legs between hers, and gripped his cock. “Fuck.”
“You like that?” She moved her hand up and down and around, then guided him into her sex. “Damn, that feels good, honey.”
He grabbed her breasts and stuffed one of them into his mouth, sucking vigorously. Water flowed around them as she rocked her hips back and forth. His fingers found their way between her folds, his thumb stroking her sweet berry as she rode him hard.