A Heart-Shaped Hogan (2 page)

He wrapped his arms around her waist. “No, you are beautiful.”

She licked her lips and met his gaze. There Tank witnessed her love for him, deep and connected. With that, he dipped his head and claimed her lips. He loved the taste of her strawberry lip gloss and sweetness. Soft lips and a fully active tongue met his as he deepened the kiss. She had on too many clothes and he wanted to shred the parka from her body, but instead forced himself to slow down. Lee always made him lose control. She raised a primal hunger in him unlike any woman he’d ever met.

His hold on her waist tightened, pressing her against him. Lee, on the other hand, didn’t stay still. She rubbed her hands across his ass, moaning as she did so. It made all parts of him stiffen and he released her mouth, moving his lips downward to the sweet spot beneath her chin. She shuddered when he nipped her there, and squeezed his bottom in response. Throwing back her head, she revealed more of her neck to him, and he kissed and nibbled his way down her smooth, coffee-brown skin. The scent of lilac and sweat mixed together. The heady concoction drove him wild. His kisses became more fierce and turned to tiny nips. She yelped as he bit into her neck. He loved her so much.

“Tank!” she breathed, her voice thick and coarse.

When she sounded all breathless and horny, it only fed his damn libido. His cock pushed against his jeans, making them even tighter. Damn, he wanted these clothes off, but he
really
wanted
her
clothes off.

To his disappointment, she let go of his ass and, panting, extracted herself from his embrace.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked. He cleared his throat of the husk of horniness, and stepped back from her. They had time.

Smiling, Lee shook her head. “It’s just suddenly very hot in here.”

Tank laughed. He removed his coat, gloves, and scarf. Taking Lee’s parka, he laid them over the foldable table he’d brought up to the place last week. When he turned back to Lee, his cock bobbed in excitement. Dressed in black jeans that hugged her divine curves and an equally form-fitting scarlet sweater, she looked like a Valentine’s Day chocolate candy box. All her luscious sweetness packaged in red and black. Oh, he wanted to rip the packaging off and dive headfirst into her deliciousness.

“You want to exchange gifts now?” she asked, her hands behind her back.

The years didn’t matter, nor did how often they made love. Tank always wanted her. Like being in the Hogan, when wrapped in Lee’s arms, or buried deep inside her, he felt a wondrous peace, a sense of belonging and acceptance unlike any other place in the world.

Tank unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, and slowly lowered the zipper. With his eyes on her face, he pushed his jeans and boxers down to his ankles. His hard cock bobbed in the heated air, rock solid and weeping for her.

“Yes, let’s exchange gifts now.”

“Oh, my,” Lee said, a small smirk on her lips.

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Lee couldn’t take her eyes off of Tank’s fully aroused cock. Yes, she’d seen it many, many times, but it never seemed to lose its appeal. It was a slightly darker brown and a deeper shade than his skin tone. His well-endowed cock stretched out toward her as if beckoning her to come closer, to taste its salty goodness and be forever pleasured. It glistened from natural lubrication in the flickering light due to Tank’s calloused hands stroking it lovingly. He cleared his throat, and when her eyes snapped up to meet his, she saw how his burned for her.

“You want to exchange those kinds of gifts?” she said.

He nodded.

She licked her lips. “I see.”

Walking over to the table where their coats lay, she gently put the gift box down on top of them before turning back to Tank. In that short time, he’d kicked off his boots, stepped out of his jeans and boxers, and unbuttoned two of the buttons on his shirt.

“Come here,” he commanded.

The thickness in his voice made her nipples tighten in longing. Her breasts swelled at the memory of his touch, and in anticipation of having his hands on them again. She walked slowly to him, removing her sweater with a quick tug over her head. She dropped it and kept walking. Next, she toed off her sneakers, leaving on her socks to protect her feet from the dirt floor. With a pause, she unbuttoned her jeans and unzipped them inch by inch.

“Lee…” A threat of warning circled her name, but she ignored it. He made her hike for damn near two hours. He could wait two more minutes.

“Yes?” she asked innocently and twirled around, putting her back to him. She wiggled her ass and slid the jeans down just below her butt. She shook some more and then made her booty bounce a bit for Tank. It was Valentine’s Day, after all.

“Lee…” Now her name sounded like he’d said it through clenched teeth. Lust deepened his voice.

Sighing with a small giggle, she pushed the jeans all the way to her ankles and stepped out of them with practiced fluidity. She got within arm’s reach of Tank, and he snatched her to him so fast, she lost her breath. Before she could inhale, his mouth clamped over hers, roughly pushing her lips apart. His scent had engulfed her, a mixture of musk and masculinity, a hint of something exotic and intoxicating. She felt his hands on her, and as they roamed over her skin, sensations made her melt more into him. Her body burned at his touch. Tank’s torso was all smooth, warm skin stretched over lean muscle. Pressed so close to him, Lee enjoyed the heat of his body. It poured over her flesh, circling her in his love.

Cupping her tingling breasts, Tank released her mouth and dropped his head to nuzzle her neck. Desire swept through her and she moaned.

“Tank…”

“Yes…”

“Take off the damn hat,” she breathed, her fingers itching to touch his ebony strands.

Wordlessly, he removed his cowboy hat while still kissing her collarbone. He tossed it down to the bed without looking and cupped Lee’s ass, and then he turned her around and nibbled the back of her neck. His hands returned to her breasts. As he rolled her aching nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, Tank’s warm breath on her neck almost sent Lee into sensory overload. Transformed into a ball of pleasure, she had ceased even being articulate.

She reached behind her and put her hands into his hair. Thick and silky, his hair felt like pure sin in her hands. She loved the way it brushed his neck and how wonderful it felt gliding over her body when he licked her from lips to pussy. Wet and throbbing, she wanted him inside her now. Wiggling against his hard cock, she tried to get him inside.

Instead of the sizeable rod she wanted, Tank’s fingers gently parted her puffy nether lips. They caressed her swollen nubbin and then slid downward. One hand remained teasing her nipple while the fingers on his other hand slipped inside her.

“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.”

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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.

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