by L. A. Fiore
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 with force. “Fuck,” he grated out as he dove deep into her, thrust after thrust until she was moaning his name as she came. Hank tried to make it last but the tightness of her pussy around his cock had him grumbling, “Jesus.” As he fell on top of her and came deep inside her.
“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 forehead, grabbed his beer and went outside.
Elmer jerked his head in the direction Hank had disappeared. “How’s he doing?” he asked Arissa.
Her focus was still on the door. “You know, Hank. He keeps it all together, but it’s definitely getting under his skin seeing his mom struggling like she is. It can’t be easy for him, but not knowing what’s really fueling her behavior, it’s hard for him to find a way to help her.”
“Jo called me,” Millie started. “After all her yelling about how she wasn’t included, told me her and Hank had a talk and that she told him not to worry about the station. They had it covered. Maybe easing that stress will help him.”
“She coming tonight?” Sal asked.
Millie shook her head. “Meeting her mom for dinner but I think Mike and Rob are coming.”
“They said they’d stop by,” Arissa said. “And as far as Jo…” She smiled. “I owe that woman drinks and not just because it’s my turn. I think that will help Hank. He can focus on his mom a bit more.” Arissa reached for her beer. “I don’t have a relationship with my parents but being in a small town, your life, your kid, and that kid being someone as devoted as Hank. I kind of understand Catherine’s behavior, but she’s hurting more than him. She’s hurting herself.”
Maureen looked at Hya who was deep throating the neck of her bottle of beer while eyeing Elmer. “My God, please stop.” Maureen shivered.
Hya pulled the bottle she had down her throat. “What?”
“If I drank beer, that would have turned me off it for life,” Millie said before she kicked back another shot of vodka.”
“You two disappear into the barn again, he’s going to set it on fire with you in it,” Maureen said. “Keep that in mind.”
“I brought marshmallows,” Millie chimed in.
Sal muttered paying no mind to the conversation around him. “I love marshmallows.”
Maureen glanced over and grinned. “Oh, that was good thinking.”
Millie tried to rest her head on her hand again, but her coordination was off and had to slam her hands down to keep her head from hitting the counter. “Yeah, it’s good odds they’re going back to the barn.”
“What?” Hya said loudly. “You all never sucked cock before?”
Hank had just walked through the door, heard Hya, looked around the room and walked back out. Yeah, he was burning down not only his shed, but the house too.
Maureen lifted one manicured hand, pointed a red nail at Elmer and said, “Never sucked his cock and never will.”
Arissa followed Hank outside. Walked up to him, leaned against him, and looked out at the view. “They’re nuts, the lot of them, but they love you.” She glanced up at him; he looked down. “Before you burn the barn, you still owe me the dart lesson. Though I will confess, I had hoped it would end with us getting naked. Knowing Hya and Elmer already did, I’m all for burning that shit.”
Hank put his arm around Arissa and pulled her into him. Her arm moved around his waist, her head coming to rest on his chest. “You owe me for this,” he whispered and jerked his head toward the house. “As for the barn, yeah, it’s gotta go cause that shit is tainted now.” Hank took a pull from his beer and added, “I’ll hang the dartboard outside the barn for now.”
* * *
It was hours later, food and drinks consumed. More drinks than food. Hya was singing along to “Proud Mary”, her arms and legs flailing like Tina Turner. Elmer was watching her and throwing obscene comments.
Maureen was tucked away in a chair with her nose to her cell, texting someone. She said she was texting her mother, but with the small mischievous grin her lips formed into, it was clear she wasn’t texting her mother.
Sal gestured with his bottle to the barn after the rounds of darts. “Good thing you’re burning that down cause it’s going to leak like a bitch when it rains.” Millie laughed and Mike chuckled, agreeing with Sal.
Hank had his arms wrapped around Arissa’s waist and whispered in her ear. “Keep your feet planted. You keep lifting your leg when you throw it like it’s gonna give you leverage, Babe, it ain’t.” He pointed to the dart sticking into the barn door, a foot away from the dartboard. “See.” He chuckled and kissed her neck before he stepped back.
Arissa was having a hard time focusing because every time Hank got close to offer her instruction, her thoughts drifted to this lesson in the barn with the two of them naked. It was very distracting. She didn’t share that at the moment, but kept her feet planted and tried again. She went wide but on the other side of the board this time.
“You got that close to me, Hank, I’d be throwing wide too, Sugar,” Hya shouted.
“If we ever have a ladies’ dart league, don’t ask your girl, Hank.” Sal deadpanned before he drained his beer and got up to grab another.
Hank walked to Arissa, took the rest of the darts from her hand and dropped them to the ground. He scooped her up into his arms and swung her around, kissing her hard on the lips. “No darts for you.”
Her eyes went both soft and hot. “I prefer watching you play anyway.”
Hank was about to move him and Arissa into the house when Hya bellowed, “Naked darts, who’s in?” Her hands went in the air along with her glass of Jack causing half the contents to spill out.
Maureen jumped from her spot. “I’m in!”
Elmer was already undressing and as Hya passed him, she slapped the back of his head. “No, you idiot, it doesn’t work that way.”
“Just getting a head start,” he muttered as he pulled his clothes back on.
Sal hadn’t said a word but he was picking up the darts that Hank had dropped on the ground.
“I think that’s a cue for me to go,” Mike said, and stood.
Hya got close to Hank and Arissa, a twinkle in her eye when she said, “You ready, Sheriff?”
Hank shook his head. “No, just no Hya.”
Arissa had her head tucked into Hank’s chest, trying to suppress the chuckle. Hya patted Hank’s ass. “I’ll get started. I’m sure you’ll join in soon.” She winked before walking away.
Arissa couldn’t hold back seeing the hopeful look in Hya’s eyes and burst out into laughter. Hank was enjoying watching her when Millie informed everyone. “Looks like we got company.”
Without hesitation, Hank’s eyes darted to the driveway to see his parents’ car come to a stop. His mother was getting out of the car before his father even had a chance to kill the engine. She held up a huge Tupperware container in the air. “I brought brownies!” she shouted happily and added, as she got closer, “With caramel swirl, just the way you like, Hank.”
Hank let out a rumbled sigh before he let go of Arissa and pressed her against his side, holding her close.
“Honey, I’m sorry I’m late but—”
Hank spoke over her, the tone in his voice not hiding that he was pissed. “What’re you doing here, Mom?”
Henry Weathers walked past them and asked Hya, “I know you always make your ribs, you have any left?”
Hya’s focus went from Henry, to Catherine to Hank and back to Henry. She wanted to sit and watch the show because she had a feeling there was going to be one. “There are a few in the kitchen, Henry. Cold, but they’re still good cold.”
Henry nodded. “Thanks.”
Catherine held her son’s stare. “You’re having a barbecue, why wouldn’t we come?” Her eyes narrowed before she added, “Unless there’s something going on here you know we wouldn’t like.”
Elmer butted in. “We were just about to start naked darts, you approve of that?”
Catherine turned her focus on Elmer. “Since I’m a dead eye, I don’t have a problem with that.” Her focus shifted back to Hank. “Can we join or are you going to
run us off?” She turned her focus on Arissa with that comment.
“Jesus,” Hank grumbled and switched the conversation back to where it needed to be. “This wasn’t a family barbeque, Mom, just friends letting off steam.”
“Stop, Henry, it would seem we aren’t invited to stay at our own son’s house,” Catherine said, her focus turning back to Arissa. “Never had that problem before.”
Henry’s eyes shifted through the crowd, forgiveness written all over his aging features. Hank looked at his dad then back at his mom. “You know, I can do shit without my parents or my mom constantly being around.” He narrowed his eyes at his mother. “Don’t ya think, Mom?”
Arissa put pressure on Hank’s stomach when she pushed away and looked at Henry. “Come on, I’ll get you a doggy bag.”
Henry answered with a smile.
Fury swept through Catherine. “Enough!” she bit out. “We don’t need a goddamn doggy bag and sure as hell not from you. Henry, let’s go.” Catherine pushed the Tupperware of brownies to Hank. “Enjoy them.” But her tone suggested the opposite.
Hank took the container from his mother and let out a deep breath. “Just stay,” he said, defeated.
Catherine turned from him. “No, we won’t stay where we’re not wanted. I’ll call you tomorrow when you’re not being so unreasonable.”
Arissa had to bite her tongue because watching Catherine talking to Hank the way she was, and seeing how he wanted to take the high ground and still she was being a fucking bitch…she didn’t deserve a son like Hank. Instead of telling her what she thought of her, she offered her support to Hank when she walked up behind him, pressed her hands to his back so he knew she was there.
“I’ll walk you to your car,” Maureen said, moving to Catherine, taking her arm but there was no southern hospitality in her tone.
Catherine leveled hard eyes on Arissa before she walked away.
Henry walked past his son, touched his shoulder and apologized again with his eyes before he followed Catherine and Maureen.
“Maybe I’m really drunk, but, damn, Catherine can be as mean as a rattlesnake,” Elmer said.