“And it’s exactly that attitude that is going to cost you that woman.” Hya moved from the table, right up into his face causing Hank’s steps to come to a halt. “We all tease you out of love, but every one in town respects the shit out of you. You want to talk about shit…” She leaned in. “Look a bit closer to home, Hank, before the best thing in your life becomes collateral damage.”
Hank wouldn’t have done what he did next to any other woman but Hya because he knew she had thick skin, could fight with the best of them and come out without a scratch on her. He leaned down, got in Hya’s face and said firmly, “I think what this town really needs is to stay the fuck off my dick. You included.” Hank, of course, didn’t mean what he said literally but Hya knew what he was saying. Stay the fuck outta my life.
“Hmm. For the first time in ever, don’t want your dick, Sheriff. Collect your girl. You know where the door is.” She turned her back on him and walked away.
Hank did just that; he softly woke his girl and got her tucked into his bed. She had mumbled a few words during it all and he even had a thought to call Hya and ask just how much Arissa had to drink, but he’d let her sleep it off. So the woman he was in love with was upstairs in his bed while he sat outside looking up at the night sky. The words Hya had said to him tumbling around in his head. Sure all of it would be odd to a newcomer but from Hya, who had been living in Summerville for as long as he could remember, it felt like betrayal. Summerville stuck together and Hya going off the tracks, taking another’s side wasn’t sitting well with him. Then again as the night carried on, the words she’d said weren’t either. So what if he never went on school trips. Never went on family vacations. Never applied for colleges because his mom said everything he needed was right in Summerville. Hank’s breathing picked up, the heat of his blood coursing through his veins. He stood and took a long pull from the bottle of beer in his hand, draining it. So who gave a flying fuck he never had a fucking life.
“Fuck,” he grumbled and flung his arm back and chucked the bottle at a nearby tree. The sound of glass shattering against the wood echoed through the night. Hank thought the smashing of the glass would help the fire burning inside but it didn’t, only fueled it more. He’d get to the bottom of it. But for tonight, before he ruined it all, he was going upstairs to slide into bed with the woman he loved because he wasn’t sure if tonight would be the last time he’d get to.
12
Arissa woke, felt a warmth at her back and realized she was in Hank’s bed. Yesterday came back in startling clarity. She’d gone to see Hya and even with the guilt she felt at going behind his back, Hya’s words rang in her head. Even the best of the best need a good woman looking out for them. Arissa knew in her gut that Hank needed that, even if he didn’t see it.
She turned, careful not to wake him. The sheet had slipped, his bare chest on display for her viewing pleasure. She understood the appeal, but it was so much more than skin deep for her. Watching the even rise and fall of his chest, the ache that never seemed to be sated grew stronger. She ran her fingers lightly over his chest, along the muscles of his abs. Drawing her lower lip into her mouth, her eyes followed her hand, moving under the sheets. She brushed his cock, her eyes on his face, before she curled her fingers around the base of it. Saw the grin before she moved her hand up his shaft. He moaned, she moved between his legs. Looking up his body, his eyes were open, sleep and lust looking back. She fisted the base of his cock, kept her eyes on him when she took him into her mouth.
Hank groaned as he closed his eyes enjoying Arissa’s warm mouth on him. His hand came to her head, his fingers lacing between the strands. “Fuck,” he grunted and shifted his hips up into her, trying to get more.
She ran her tongue along the underside of his shaft, sucked on the head before pulling him even deeper. The heel of her hand pressed against the sac between his legs as she squeezed the base and took him even deeper.
His fingers curled harder into her hair, the moans rumbling up his throat was like an aphrodisiac, as she found a rhythm, his hips moving with her, driving him even deeper. She knew he was close when he started thrusting into her mouth and when he came the sound that came from him was the sexiest sound she’d ever heard. Her eyes found his again when she swallowed. The air left her lungs when he grabbed her under the arms and dragged her up his body. She shifted to straddle him; he looked into her hazy eyes. God, he loved getting lost in them. But as beautiful as she was in that moment, hell, every moment, last night came barreling back.
He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, watching the movement, he lied. “Gotta get into work early today.” His eyes met hers. “Rain check?”
Some of the warmth from their moment faded looking into his eyes and seeing them shuttered. It was the first time she’d seen that with him. She tried to keep what she was feeling
