“No, you’re not,” Maureen cooed. “But then we’ve all thought that.”
Moe heard Maureen’s comment and stopped doing what he was and flung the towel over his shoulder. “I’ll give ya something to think about,” Moe slid in between the Belles’ banter.
Maureen didn’t let his comment go when her eyes drifted to him and she winked before Hya drew her attention away.
“Yeah, but only one of us has the chance to make that fantasy a reality,” Hya said, pointing her cane at Arissa. “My advice, act first, think later.” Hya studied Arissa for a second before she smiled seeing agreement staring back. “Thatta girl.”
Hank greeted his parents before moving further into Moe’s. The closer he got, the more his body responded to her presence. The pull was so strong, as soon as he entered Moe’s, he’d zeroed in on where he felt the magnetic pull coming and there she sat. She even made something as simple as jeans and a tee look good. He milled through the crowd with his normal stops of greetings. And all the while he did his routine of socializing, he could feel her watching him. He liked it, a fuck of a lot. Quick thought went through his mind on what changed, but…who was he to deny her what she wanted or what he wanted.
He was trying to distance himself from Fred, but Fred kept going on about someone trampling through his bushes. It was his own dog, all one hundred pounds of him, but he didn’t want to believe that.
“Sheriff!” He heard called from the bar and saw Moe with a hand up, shouting, “The usual?”
Hank nodded and turned back to Fred. “I’ll look into it.” Before Fred could start the story all over again, which he would, why he’d gained the name Repeat Fred, he moved away from him. He caught her eyes when he was only a few feet away. Fuck. He’d missed her.
Before he reached her, Sal and Elmer flanked him. “It’s time, Sheriff. We’ve got some serious cash on this game.”
Hank reluctantly pulled his focus from Arissa, frustration humming through him to be blocked. He leveled hard eyes on Elmer. “You fucking seriously telling me you put a wager on the game? Me? The sheriff?” Hank didn’t give a shit about the under the table wagers that were misdemeanors at best, but he was pissed that as they talked, they were dragging him to the back of the bar for the game. Five fucking minutes, that was all he wanted. Billie was already there with his crew, throwing back beers and talking shit.
“You ready to lose your title, Sheriff?” Billie taunted.
Hank didn’t acknowledge Billie, glanced back to find Arissa watching, but it was the look in her eyes that had the grin curving his lips. She wanted him as badly as he wanted her. It had been building for weeks, what were a few more hours.
* * *
Arissa loved darts. It had absolutely nothing to do with the game itself, but watching Hank play, the muscles in his arms flexing, his ass in those faded jeans, and the look he’d been giving her all night, the same look she’d been giving him, she wanted the game over. She wanted to take his hand, pull him from the bar to a dark alley and devour him. Cheers rang out, he’d landed another nearly perfect shot, but she didn’t notice because her gaze was on his ass.
He turned, but she didn’t lift her gaze; her focus lingered on his cock as heat raced through her body before her eyes lifted to find him watching her. He gave her a grin, she felt that, the heat moving down her body to settle between her legs. She reached for another redheaded slut; Jo put a glass of water in her hand instead. Dragging her eyes from Hank, she looked over at Jo.
“Hydrate, Sugar. With the heat coming off the two of you, you need water more than you need a redheaded slut.”
“You can say that again. Damn, but I’m getting a fever watching you two,” Maureen said, reaching for her Patrón.
Arissa lifted her glass of water, but her mind was elsewhere when she mumbled, “I’d like to be his slut.”
When Jo touched her glass to Arissa’s, she jerked her gaze to Jo. “Wouldn’t we all, but from the looks of it, you’re going to get that wish.”
Arissa hoped so. She really, really hoped so.
Billie was in the corner with his posse. They were loud, but for all his talk he wasn’t landing the darts like Hank.
Hank ignored the shit talk and focused on the board; he threw his dart and hit the bull’s-eye. A loud cheer erupted, he grinned before he felt the hand clap him on the shoulder.
“Way to go, Son,” his dad said with a huge smile across his weathered face. “He wins again!” His dad shouted to the bar. “Drinks on me!” That caused an uproar of cheers from the crowd. You would have thought Hank won the Super bowl with the way his dad’s eyes were shining.
Hank felt Arissa’s eyes on him throughout the game. When he finally had a chance to glance over, she wasn’t smiling or laughing, just staring with an intensity that charged the air between them. His cock twitched, as he envisioned her looking up at him with that same look as he sunk slowly into her. He grinned at the thought, her eyes moved to his mouth. He let his tongue snake out and wet his bottom lip before he pulled it between his teeth. He didn’t think it was consciously done, when she ran her tongue along her own lips as if she were already tasting him…again.
A smack on his back took him from the eye fucking he was enjoying with Arissa.
“Great game, boy.” Mayor Grady told him and moved his eyes to Arissa. “She’s a looker, isn’t she?”
Hank tried not to be affected by the Mayor’s question since he knew
