“Stop,” Hank said over the last of her words. “It’s fine, Baby. Yeah, it was a dick move but it is what it is. The small town life isn’t for everyone. But she wasn’t the only dick when it all went down cause I didn’t go after her.” He watched Arissa’s beautiful face soften. “She called a few times, left multiple texts saying she needed to explain her actions but I ignored them all.”
Marty appeared at the edge of the table with their food. Hank and Arissa moved their connecting hands and leaned back for Marty to place their plates in front of them. “Thanks,” Hank said.
“Can I get you anything else?” Marty asked, her eyes trained only on Hank.
Marty knew very well what was missing but Hank had to tell her every time. “Mayo and hot sauce for Arissa.”
Marty quickly glanced at Arissa and said as if she was an afterthought, “Oh, right.” Then she disappeared.
When Arissa was done casting darts to the back of a retreating Marty and brought her gaze back to Hank, he offered, “Don’t worry, Baby, I’m your biggest fan.” He chuckled and tossed a fry in his mouth.
It took her a second, but the smile was genuine. “Good. I’d like to say I’m your biggest fan, but I’m not so sure that’s true in this town.”
Hank smiled at her. “You’re the only one I need.”
She looked down, shook her head because the man had an uncanny ability of cutting through the shit to what mattered. When her gaze lifted again, she didn’t hide what she was feeling. “I need you too…” She smiled and added more softly, “Sheriff.”
His eyes flew to her right when his cock twitched. He was about to take a hefty bite of his sandwich when his hands halted, letting the sandwich lay an inch from his mouth when he grated out, “Thought I told you about saying that shit in public?”
She lifted her sandwich, held his hot eyes and said, “Oops. I suppose I should be punished.”
Hank took the bite and twisted his wrist to glance at the time and spoke around a mouthful of food. “Better eat fucking quick woman so I can fuck you on my desk before I gotta head out to Fred’s.”
Arissa’s hand shot in the air as she shouted, “Can I get a doggy bag?”
Hank shook his head and told her. “Woman, eat your food.”
“Fine,” she said, grinned then took a big bite.
* * *
Hank had his mouth between Arissa’s parted legs. Her hands fisting his hair as her orgasm grew closer. He had come home that day to Arissa in his house taking pictures of his home. He liked seeing her there. Walking around like it was her own. But he loved coming home to her. So much that he threw her up on his island, lifted her sundress and ripped her panties from her before his tongue tasted the only sweetness he ever craved.
When her fingers laced in his hair, pulling at the roots, he sucked her clit deep into his mouth.
She moaned, her grip on his hair painful.
Only seconds after he felt the convulsions of her pussy on his chin. He let her throbbing clit go and drove his tongue deep inside tasting everything she had to offer. Her body began to lax when he licked her clean.
Hank stood, his finger going to the corner of his mouth and catching the drop of juice that lay there and sucking it off his finger. “Coming home to that…” He got Arissa’s half-lidded gaze. “I could never tire of.” It was then that Hank unclipped his holster and laid his gun on the counter behind him.
Arissa couldn’t tear her eyes from him. He was still in his uniform, had been carrying his gun, a chill moved down her thinking about an evening greeting like that every night. It wasn’t lust, though, that fueled her words when she said softly, “You take my breath.”
“As do you, my dear.” He told her then patted her knee. “Come on, I’m gonna grab a shower before we head to my mom’s for dinner.”
She lifted to her elbows, her gaze dropped to his mouth. She was about to make a comment about that greeting but the reminder of dinner with his parents, the humor died a bit. Not that she didn’t want to get to know his parents, but Catherine…she was a lot to take. She moved from the counter, glanced back at it and thought fuck it. “I vote for that being our nightly greeting.”
Hank was halfway up the stairs when he shouted back. “Baby, I come home to you in my house, night or day, that will be your greeting.”
“So you’re usually home around six, right?” She asked with a big smile.
He stopped and turned and caught the sight of her at the bottom of the stairs. Her big smile on her glowing face. The sight hit him…hard. Felt it in his gut. Was smart enough to know what it was and didn’t fuck around. As he stood there unbuttoning his shirt he told her. “I’m falling in love with you.”
Arissa had been enjoying watching him undress, so she almost didn’t hear what he said. Her eyes jerked from his chest to his face, her heart was tripping behind her ribs, her smile shifted, turned warmer…deeper. Her voice was barely over a whisper. “Say that again.”
“I’m lying.’’ Hank said and continued unbuttoning his shirt as he pulled it from his pants. “I’m not falling in love with you. I am in love with you.” It wasn’t even two months. Some would say he was crazy. But Hank knew. He wasn’t a kid falling for the first girl to touch his dick. He knew what true love was and he
