“You hoo!” Millie shouted. “We’re here.”
“I’m coming up!” Hya yelled. “I need to drop my box up there.”
“Fuck.” Hank buried his head in Arissa’s neck and muttered, “It’s all a bad dream. It has to be.” Then he lifted his head and roared, “Do not come up my fucking stairs!”
“Oh, he sounds angry,” Millie said. “We should wait downstairs.”
“Yeah,” Maureen said as she grabbed the back of Hya’s sundress, the material gathering in her hand before she pulled.
“Hey!” Hya shouted as she stumbled back.
Millie lifted a bottle out of her bag and wiggled it at Hya. “I have Jack.” Coaxing Hya to the kitchen where the women waited for Hank and Arissa.
Arissa wrapped her legs around Hank’s waist; her arms went around his shoulders. “They’re early.” She pouted. “We should make them wait.”
“Seriously.” He bit out. “What the fuck is wrong with those women?” He looked back at the open bedroom door and mumbled, “I’m installing a security system.”
She ran her hand through his hair. “They’re worried about you,” she said softly then added, “But I think the security system is a good idea.”
He brought his eyes to Arissa’s. “Maybe a barb wire fence too.”
“And dogs, big, loud dogs,” Arissa added.
Hank’s eyebrows rose when he said, “You brought them around, Babe. This is all you.”
“I did. You’re right. I should have test-driven before I bought.”
“Yeah,” he muttered before he slipped out of Arissa and said, “Lock the bedroom door and meet me in the shower.” Hank was successful in erasing the image of Hya and porn from his mind. Now, he had to get her voice out of it. He planned on doing just that with fucking Arissa hard against the shower wall until she screamed, a sound the Belles would most likely enjoy too.
* * *
Hank was coming down the stairs, his eyes blinded by the shirt he was pulling over his head. His feet hit the bottom step; his shirt cleared his face just as he tripped on a box large enough to hide a body. “What the fuck is this?” he shouted, kicked the box and it started to vibrate.
Hya shouted from her place at the kitchen island. “You break it, you buy me more.” She took a long drink of her Jack before adding, “Arissa just informed me the porn is out.” She shook her head, and then wiggled her brows. “Your loss.”
He’s not sure why he thought she might be kidding about bringing her box of toys, but again, this was Hya. He should have known. He now had to replace the wood planks under the box. Maybe it would be easier for him to burn the whole place down. He was shaking his head when he entered the kitchen and thank fuck, his girl was already holding out a bottle of beer for him. “Thanks,” he muttered and drained the whole bottle. “Shot,” he mumbled on a breath but Arissa was already holding one out to him.
“I see the barn is still standing,” Hya said, reaching for a chip, loading it with dip and shoving it in her face. She got more on her face than in her mouth. Talking around it, she said, “Having second thoughts, aren’t ya?”
Hank downed the shot, handed the glass to Arissa and muttered, “Another.” He then looked at Hya and said, “Woman, even the fucking roaches won’t go in there now.” Then he downed the second shot, the warmth starting to course through his body.
Her grin was wicked when she said, “Keep drinking like that, Sexy, and we’ll have a little show and tell later.” She gestured to the box.
He slammed the shot glass on the island counter and said, “I get it now.” Like the light bulb had finally lit. “You annoy people so fucking much that the only way they can be around you is drunk, then you take advantage of them.” He was shaking his head. “Damn, you’re a fucking evil woman.”
She touched her nose and grinned. “Damn straight.”
Millie’s head was in her hand, her focus on Hank. She’d already had a few shots of her beloved vodka. “Do you just touch yourself all day? I mean, how do you resist?” she asked, as her eyes moved down his body.
“Yeah, Mill,” he said grabbing a chip, slathering it up with Millie’s famous southwestern dip and added, “Just walk around stroking my cock all day.” Then he brought his eyes to Arissa who was biting her bottom lip because she did get to enjoy the sight of Hank stroking his cock. He winked.
Millie perked up, looked around the room before she clarified, “All day? You stroke it all day?”
At the same time, all three of them asked, “You got any openings at the station?”
“Now, I got that in my head,” Hya said. “Thanks for the visual. Really nice, but it would be nicer if you demonstrated.”
Hank looked at the screen door that flew open. Elmer and Sal made their way into his kitchen when Hank asked, “Don’t you all fucking knock?”
Elmer had his head in the fridge when he answered, “Nope.”
Hank looked to the clock on the wall and saw it was only five. “What part of six thirty did you all not fucking understand?”
“Time,” Sal pffted and grabbed the bottle of beer that Elmer was handing to him. “Ain’t no one care about that shit.”
Arissa came up behind Hank, dropped another beer on the counter for him and kissed his back. She said for only him to hear. “Maybe we should get the grill started.” It was her way of getting him away from the crazies for a bit.
He looked down at his girl. “Yeah,” he muttered, kissed her on the
