Time to take the bull by the horn.
Lainie opened the door and locked it behind her.
Hank scowled at the ice bag in her hand. “You’re overreacting.”
“Quit being such a pain and let me do this for you.” She moved between his legs and gently kneed them apart. “Close your eyes. Then you won’t tense the muscle until after I put the ice on it.”
He grunted.
As soon as Lainie was sure his eyes were closed, she placed the ice pack on his thigh and pressed her lips to his. When Hank’s hand lifted to her face, she replaced it by his side.
Kissing him let that sweet heat build until she abruptly ripped free from the kiss and dropped to her knees. She had his c**k in her mouth before he’d figured out her intention.
“Sweet Jesus, Lainie. That’s . . . Ah, damn. You don’t have to . . . Fuck. That’s good.”
She hummed and sucked, briefly releasing him with a soft pop. “This is a new therapy I’m trying.”
Hank laughed quietly, although it resembled a strangled groan.
She wrapped her fingers around the base, pleased that the gruff cowboy kept the pubic hair trimmed. She lost herself in the warm smoothness of his shaft sliding back and forth over her tongue. With each sucking pass she brought him deeper until the c**k head rubbed against her soft palate. Then she teased him by flicking her tongue over the sweet spot below the plump head. The clean taste of him flowed through her. Hank always came to her clean. Just once she’d like to taste him natural. No sweet-smelling soap. Nothing but the raw, salty, dark taste of Hank.
Lainie took her time, eking out every ounce of pleasure for him, every bit of power for herself.
Hank’s moans escalated. His hips twisted off the bed. Lainie knew he struggled not to grab her hair, forcing her to satisfy him the fast way he preferred. His fist stayed clenched at his right side, while his left hand maintained a death grip on the bag of ice on his leg.
She looked up at him when the entire length of his c**k was lodged deep. He peered at her from beneath heavy-lidded eyes. His nostrils flared. His full lips were parted, allowing his breath to escape in short, hot bursts.
“Lainie. Finish me. Please.”
With a slight nod, she reached between his legs and stroked his balls. She rubbed the section of skin in front of his anus and his shaft seemed to lengthen across her tongue. Using her hand in tandem with her mouth, Lainie sent him soaring.
She swallowed each creamy spurt as he came. His unintelligible mutterings were as musical to her ears as the sweet nothings he murmured on occasion.
After Hank’s softened dick slipped from her mouth, he flopped back on the bed.
Grinning, Lainie rolled to her toes and kissed his taut belly. “I’m going to help Abe make lunch, whether he wants me to or not. Leave that ice pack on for at least ten minutes.”
She’d made it to the door when he rasped, “As far as therapy? Darlin’, that’s my very favorite ever.”
Chapter Nine
In the kitchen, a long-legged blonde was stretched out on the bar stool at the center island.
Abe scowled at his cutting board.
“. . . not fair and you both know it,” the woman said.
Lainie accidentally tripped over a dog sprawled on the rug. At the dog’s yelp, both heads snapped in her direction.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.” She bent down to pet the black Labrador. “Sorry to you too.” The dog licked her palm.
“Murray is very forgiving, unlike some people I know,” the blonde huffed.
“I can’t forgive you until I have an inkling of what you’ve done wrong.” Abe gestured with the knife. “Lainie, this is our sister, Celia. Celia, this is Hank’s girlfriend, Lainie Capshaw.” His tone and posture said, Be nice.
Lainie braced herself for the inevitable Are you related to Jason Capshaw?
But Celia offered her hand. “Nice to meetcha. Whoa. You’re a lot . . . smaller than Hank’s other girlfriends. He usually goes for the tall and lanky type.”
“Celia Rose Lawson,” Abe scolded. “What is wrong with you?”
“What? Just sayin’. She’s petite. And stacked. It’s a refreshing change.” Celia smiled coyly. “Welcome to the testosterone ranch.”
“Thanks. Anything I can help with, Abe?”
“Nah. This is for supper tonight. Got a few guys coming over to help us load the camper and I promised them food and beer. If you’re hungry now, there’s sandwiches in the fridge.”
“Thanks, but I’ll wait for Hank to wake up.”
“Wore him out good, didja?” Celia snickered.
“Dammit, Celia, knock it the hell off,” Abe growled.
Celia blew Abe a kiss before facing Lainie with determined eyes. “So, you and Hank, huh? He’s been pretty mum about you. I had no idea he was seeing anyone.”
“I knew.”
Lainie looked at Abe. “He told you about me?”
“Not specifics. Just that he’d met someone on the tour.”
“This is exactly what I meant by unfair, Abe. If I woulda brought a guy home and announced, ‘He’s staying with me in my room,’ both you and Hank would’ve trussed him up and dragged him off Lawson land.”
“Not the same thing, Celia.”
Her gray eyes narrowed. “Why? Because you both have dicks? Or because you both are dicks?”
Abe’s knife thwacked into the cutting board. “Goddammit, Celia, drop it. Can you at least try to act civil when we have guests in the house? This is pointless and you know it.”