By Honor Bound by Arianna Hart Kate Hill Denise A Agnew Read Free Book Online Page A

half-closed eyes.
    God, she was beautiful, with her head thrown back, lush breasts thrust toward his hands, and curvaceous hips working against him. The soft, smooth expanse of her bottom continually brushed his thighs. So many sensations had him panting, his cock straining as he tried holding off his climax just a little longer, just a little—
    With a throaty cry of fulfillment she came, her face and breasts flushed, her moist lips parted, and her eyes tightly closed. Abe’s eyes squeezed shut and he groaned deep in his chest as his hips lifted and he pumped into her. Intense pleasure shot through his entire body.
    Angela melted onto his chest. His arms wrapped around her, and he murmured, “I love you, Angela Franco.”
    “I love you, too, Abraham Marley Forbes,” she whispered in a drowsy voice before they both drifted into a deep, contented sleep.
     

Chapter Six
    “Angela! Where are you, darlin’?”
    “Abe?” she shouted from the basement. He opened the door, watching as she trudged up the steps, her rubber boots squeaking. “It’s flooded down here! One of the pipes broke.”
    He opened the door, his brow furrowing as he glanced from her to the water on the floor below. She could only imagine the sight she made, dressed in her old dungarees and plaid shirt with her hair tied up in a red kerchief.
    “You look cute.”
    “Sure I do,” she muttered. “I look like a mess!”
    “Fine to me.” He kissed her.
    “I talked to the plumber. He’s had so many calls that he won’t get here for a while. I hate to think what the basement will look like by then.”
    “I’ll take a look.” Abe walked down the steps. “See if I can stop the leaking until he gets here.”
    Angela smiled, relieved. “Thank you. I’ll get cleaned up and fix lunch.”
    Nodding, Abe stepped into the water with a splash. It took him a moment to find the problem, but Angela had nothing in her house to patch a broken pipe. He went to the store to pick up some supplies, and when he stepped back in the house, the scent of chicken, vegetables, and biscuits struck him like a shot in the gut. He inhaled deeply and smiled. What the hell was he going to do when he had to return to the barracks where there wasn’t a home-cooked meal in smelling distance? Even worse, what was he going to do without Angela warming his bed and waiting at home when he got in?
    “Smells good,” he said, stepping into the kitchen.
    His gaze fixed on Angela who stood by the stove, an apron covering the front of her gray and pink flowered dress with a dainty lace collar. The scarf was gone from her head and her hair was arranged in soft waves about her face. Just looking at the woman warmed him from the inside out and made his cock come alive.
    “Will it take long to fix the leak? Lunch will be ready soon.”
    “Shouldn’t be long.”
    He opened the basement door and switched on the light. The steps creaked a bit as he walked down. His booted feet sank into water that was now to his knees. Moments later, in a dim corner of the basement, he was absorbed in repairing the pipe.
    As he moved his boot, water slapped against the wall. A prickle ran up Abe’s spine. Someone was there, behind him in all the water and muck.
    He spun around, his heart pounding as he stared around the basement. It was empty.
    What about under the stairs?
    Grasping a wrench in his hand, his senses sharp, he slowly made his way to the stairs. The swamp smell was thick in the air. Winter chill turned to jungle heat. Sweat beaded on Abe’s brow and upper lip. It trickled down his neck as he clutched the wrench harder and raised it high as he stepped under the overhang, knowing the scrawny son-of-a-bitch waited, ready to blow his brains out—
    Abe turned as someone touched his shoulder. He shoved the plump, red-haired man in white overalls against the wall and cut off his breath by pressing his forearm across his throat.
    The man gasped and sputtered, his eyes wide.
    “Abe!” Angela