Hank put his hands to her waist and pulled her off him. He leveled hard eyes on her, his voice firm. “Come again?”
“The caller said I was acting no better than paparazzi in regards to my interest with one particular citizen, who would just like to be left alone.” Her eyes held his hot ones. “It was anonymous, but…” She hated dropping this on him; really fucking hated it. “We’ve heard this party line before. I’m the editor-in-chief, complaints come to me, but my team heard about it. And if my team heard about it then our competitors will hear about it. This is my livelihood.”
Hank turned, taking long strides toward his truck when he yelled, “This shit is fucking ending now!” He pulled his keys from his front pocket.
Arissa chased after him, put herself between him and his truck. “You can’t go, Hank.” She reached for him, hated the look staring back at her. “I love that you want to go, but you can’t. Something is fueling her behavior and until we know what that something is we can’t really help her. I was going to wait to tell you but I heard back from the lawyer. He’s living not too far from here. He’s agreed to meet with me. I don’t know if he can help shed some light on your mom, if his interest even had anything to do with her, but it can’t hurt to talk to him. I’m seeing him on Friday. Please, let’s try to figure this out then you can confront your parents.”
Hank took a deep breath through his nose and blew it out of his mouth. His voice was firm when he told her. “You have one week. If we don’t find anything else out, I’m going to them, Arissa.”
She ran his hands up his arms. “Okay. One week.” She was grateful she got that much time because she’d never seen Hank like this.
Hank looked at his watch and asked, “When is everyone showing?”
“Six thirty.”
Two hours.
“Hya said something about bringing her box. She’s hoping to film porn in your lavish bedroom. She said Elmer was on board,” Arissa said then laughed out loud. “Oops, I wasn’t supposed to tell you that.”
Hank stopped dead in his tracks and turned slowly to face Arissa, who had to stop abruptly, almost stumbled over her own feet so she didn’t collide with him. “Come again?” he grated out between clenched teeth but didn’t let her answer when he said, “You know what, I don’t wanna fucking know.”
She bit back the laugh because he wasn’t amused. “I’ll take care of it. It’s all about smoke and mirrors with Hya, or rather cock and alcohol. I’ll figure it out.”
He turned and started with determined steps again. “You better figure it out.” He flung open his screen door wide enough for Arissa to slide in after him. “Bad enough I gotta burn my fucking barn down,” he mumbled as he kept his pace heading upstairs. When he reached the top, he told her. “Shower, now.”
She leaned up against the doorjamb. “Hank, honey, we’ve got a crew coming in less than two hours. I still got stuff to do to get ready for that.”
Hank walked to Arissa, bent and put a shoulder to her stomach and lifted. Arissa protested, though she didn’t put much effort into it. Hank walked her into the bedroom and tossed her onto the bed. He was undressing while staring down at her. “You just gave me the image of Hya and porn in my head, Babe, you gotta erase that shit.” He was toeing off his boots as he worked his belt.
Arissa couldn’t pull her gaze from Hank. Not that she wanted to. She thought to protest, but she had no earthly reason to do so. Her gaze lifted to his. “Well, if you put it that way.”
Hank was naked, his hard cock in his hand when he told Arissa on a groan, “Clothes off.”
This time she didn’t hesitate to follow that order. Climbing from the bed, her eyes on Hank’s hand around his cock, her fingers fumbled with the button on her shorts before she shimmied out of them, her panties going with them. Hank’s gaze moved to the juncture between her thighs. He licked his lips. She pulled her tee off, her bra followed and then she just stared for a second, taking in a naked Hank.
God, he was beautiful.
God, she was beautiful.
She closed the distance between them, standing in front of him, her hand coming to rest on his that was working his cock. His hand dropped as she palmed him, loved feeling the weight of him, how his eyes grew darker when she touched him. A groan ripped from Hank’s throat. She moved her hand up, then brought it back down. She sat on the edge of the bed, looked up at him and took him into her mouth. His head fell back when the wet heat of her mouth enveloped him. Her fingers dug into his ass as she took him deeper, finding a rhythm that had his hips moving into her, forcing her to take him even deeper. The sound that rumbled up his throat had heat pooling between her legs. His fingers curled into her hair, showing her what he needed, as she took him down her throat with each thrust.
Hank abruptly pulled her mouth from him, hers still open. His eyes grew even more heated seeing that look on her face. “On the bed,” he ordered. She crawled up it and flipped to her back. Hank settled between her legs and drove into her.
“Yes,” she cried, her hips lifting to take more of him.
He had planned on coming home and taking his time with his girl but it hadn’t worked out that way since he was pounding into her
