A Heart-Shaped Hogan Page 2
“Yes, oh, yes…” she agreed. But she wanted more than just his fingers.
Stroking her between her legs, Tank whispered in Navajo. She loved it when he lost himself in the pleasure of their lovemaking.
“You want me?” he asked in a deep, accented voice. He liked it when she told him how much she wanted him.
“God, yes!” she sighed, releasing his hair from her clutches. With her nether lips wet and her clit throbbing, she added, “Come on, baby, make me yours.”
“Open yourself and invite me in,” he growled. He took his fingers out of her moist warmth.
Whimpering at the loss of his fingers, Lee turned to face him. She lay down on the air mattress and parted her legs, opened them wide and then, using her hand, parted herself for him. Tank followed suit and kneeled on the mattress. It gave under his weight and the motion rippled through the bed, making Lee roll.
“Make love to me,” she said.
Tank lay down behind her. Guiding her to her side, he spooned against her, lifting her ass so that her pussy was positioned for perfect penetration. They’d made love enough to know what worked for them and what didn’t. Tank freed his hair from his ponytail and whispered into her ear. “Happy Valentine’s Day…”
“Uh huh,” she reached out and rubbed her clit. “Tank, please…”
She felt him position the bulbous head of his cock at her entrance. She wrapped her hand around his forearm. Tank had a way of taking the longest time possible to get to business or to say something. He wasn’t stupid, but very thorough in his thinking and in his actions—purposeful but right now she wanted immediate satisfaction.
In the flickering light of the Hogan, she whispered, “Take me, damn it.”
And he did.
She cried out in pleasure when the fullness of him slammed into her so fast it took her breath. He penetrated much deeper than he ever had before, or so it seemed. What had gotten into him? Not that she was complaining, because it felt incredible. But Tank took her with such passion, she had to put her hands out to keep from slamming into the Hogan’s wall. The air mattress took all his momentum and doubled it, so the bed pitched and rolled from his actions.
“Tank!” she cried, pleasure spilling through with each deep thrust. “Damn!”
She met his thrusts, pushing back to his forward movement. They’d made love like this before, but not on an air mattress. Somehow, the Hogan, the candles, the shadows, the mixed scent of vanilla, sex, earth and pellets, all made their lovemaking more enticing, more vivid—alive.
Tank seemed to feel it too, because he growled out Navajo words of love and devotion from what she could make out. Groaning and moaning melded in a music that was all theirs. Behind her, Tank’s thrusts slowed and he cupped her breast. Pinching her nipple, Tank also nibbled on her ear, again rendering her to nothing but wet want and sensual sensations. God, she loved this man!
In and out, the slow torment made her curl her toes. Every deliberate thrust pushed her closer to climax. Her stomach tightened, and her muscles tensed in preparation of the orgasmic blast Tank gave to her. Behind her, he murmured something, the words muffled against her hair. It didn’t matter. She heard him loud and clear.
He spoke with his body, his hands, his mouth, and his spirit. They all declared his love and devotion, and Lee willingly accepted.
In that moment of openness and acceptance, her orgasm exploded, setting off a series of shrieks and shudders. Tank continued making love to her, holding her as she rode out wave after wave of delicious pleasure. In minutes, her skin began to cool and her blood slowed in her veins, but not before Tank bit into her shoulder as he reached his pinnacle. Her body reacted to him like it always did—with glee. Her inner walls massaged his cock, milking it and making him shudder.
Spent, Tank held her close to him. His panting slowly returned to normal.
“I love you,” Lee said.
“And I you.”
Then she remembered. She got up and crossed the Hogan to the coats. She picked up the thin gift box and brought it to him.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” she said.
“So we’re exchanging those kinds of gifts now?” Tank said, making her smile.
“Just open it.”
He cracked open the gift box. His eyes widened and Lee’s heart warmed at the look on his face. “Surprise.”
“This is fantastic. Zuni?”
“Yes.”
“Thank you.” He kissed her cheek and fingered the necklace now lying flat against his chest. “I’ve never had a piece made just for me. The Navajo Circle is our philosophy of life. All is connected. Just like you are to me.”
CHAPTER FOUR
Tank pulled a thin sheet over his naked lap and placed a small box in the center. Now it was her turn to be surprised. He fingered the turquoise oval with silver at its center. She’d had it made for him. No one in Zuni would craft such a piece without it being requested. It would’ve taken the silversmith months.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he said softly, his heart squeezed by emotions.
“Oh my,” Lee said. A chill had crept into the Hogan, and she used some of the sheet to cover herself. She tucked it under her arms and covered her breasts too.
Tank frowned at that. He liked her breasts—a lot. They rode high on her torso and tasted sweet in his mouth, felt good in his hands, and… He stopped. His cock was getting hard again. Although he knew from experience she’d be ready for another session, he had a more pressing matter to deal with.
He lifted the box from his lap and placed in her palms. “Open it.”
She swallowed hard enough for him to hear it in the quiet Hogan. “Is this my surprise?”
He just smiled at her. With her hair scattered and her lips full and puffy, she looked so gorgeous.
“Of course you aren’t going to tell me. Honestly, I’m glad it’s not a heart-shaped box of chocolates,” she said and opened the box. “Tank…”
“Lee Stone, before my ancestors, and God, will you be my wife?” He took her hand in his.
Stunned, she gaped at the ring nestled in its little velvety box.
“I, I expected a bracelet, a necklace, or earrings, sure, but an engagement ring?”
“Lee…”
“Yes! Yes!” Lee shouted. She fell into his arms. And started crying.
“What’s wrong?” Tank wiped her tears with the back of his hand. “Lee?”
“I’m just, just happy.”
Tank smiled. “I’m relieved.”
“Relieved?” she hiccupped and frowned at him.
“You could have said no.”
“Not a chance, cowboy. Not a chance.” Lee kissed him deeply, and somehow Tank heard his ancestors applaud.
RaeLynn
To read more about Tank and Lee, check out the following stories:
Lasso A Lover by RaeLynn Blue
Something Deeper: Cashmere Sky by RaeLynn Blue
RAELYNN BLUE
RaeLynn loves nothing more than long, hot baths, snuggling in front of crackling fires and sleeping in late on Sundays. She writes books that aren’t your run-of-the-mill romance with sex under the covers and with the lights out–they’re sensual and erotica romance. And that means lust, passion, and a whole lot of sex. Are you ready to join her on her latest fantasy? Out here in the west, imaginations run wild, and love knows no bounds.
raelynnblue@msn.com
Table of Contents
Title page
AUTHOR’S NOTE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
RAELYNN BLUE
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