Hank

by ChaShiree M.

  Hank

  Filthy Modern Vikings

  ChaShiree M

  M.K. Moore

  Breeding Nation Publishing

  Hank

  By ChaShiree M & MK Moore

  © ChaShiree M & MK Moore 2019 Breeding Nation Publishing

  All Rights Reserved

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  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, locales, or organizations is entirely coincidental.

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  This book is intended for adults only. Contains sexual content and language that may offend some. The suggested reading audience is 18 years or older. I consider this book as Erotic Adult Romance.

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  Contents

  Prologue

  1. Hank

  2. Acadia

  3. Hank

  4. Acadia

  5. Hank

  6. Cadi

  7. Hank

  8. Acadia

  9. Hank

  10. Acadia

  11. Hank

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Other Books by ChaShiree M.

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Other books by MK Moore

  Dedicated to Diana. You licked him, you bought him.

  Prologue

  Hank

  Going to work for the last several months has been a chore on my body and mind. It would seem that every fucking night I get to watch my dumbass brother make eyes at his girl. But because I don’t drink going to a bar after work isn’t an option.

  Instead, I head over to Missy’s Diner to drown myself in food. I thank God every day that she’s open twenty-four hours a day and seven days a week. Pie is very high on my need list at the moment, and I need to have it now. It looks as if my twenty-ninth year is starting to turn out to be as shitty as the previous ones.

  Walking through the door, I immediately see the woman who has been invading my body and mind, since I first laid eyes on her. She has long blonde hair that is intricately braided and hanging down her back. It’s the first thing that captures my attention as my gaze flows down her body. Shit. What a mistake. I never should have gone there with my eyes or my thoughts.

  I take the first available seat at an open table and pray harder than I have before that she’s my waitress. The fifties style uniforms the waitresses wear is adorable as fuck, and it’s only because of her my cock is hard. It’s harder now than it has ever been before. The grin I have covering my face is huge when I realize God has answered my prayers. She is heading over to my table.

  “Hi. I’m So---Acadia. What can I get you tonight?”

  “Soacadia?” I ask with an eyebrow raised.

  What the hell kind of name is that? My hackles start to rise as they go on alert. It almost seems as if she doesn’t know her own name. She giggles and it hits me straight in the heart. I want to make her mine. It seems I am now done for. No other woman will do for me.

  “Sorry. It’s Acadia or Cadi if you like that better. So, what can I get for you?”

  “Cadi. That is a pretty name. Why don’t you tell me what you would recommend?” I have basically been coming to this diner since I was in diapers and get the same thing every time.

  “Uh?... The key lime pie is amazing,” she says while licking her lips.

  “That sounds perfect,” I say.

  “Coffee?”

  “Please. Do you have a break coming up?” I surprise myself by asking.

  “I do.”

  “Join me?”

  “And you are?”

  “Hank Jorgensen,” I reply.

  “Jorgensen? As in this town is run by the Jorgensen’s Jorgensen?”

  “One and the same.”

  “I probably shouldn’t. But. Alright. I’ll join you in ten minutes.”

  “I look forward to it,” I say. Sitting and patiently waiting for her is harder than I thought it would be. Having to watch as she serves other men is getting on my nerves, and not being able to do anything about it is hard to comprehend.

  Finally, she sets the plates down in front of me and plops down across from me.

  “Sorry. I am exhausted and it’s only been my third day. Believe it or not, but I’ve never been a waitress before,” she says dejectedly.

  “I’m willing to bet that your feet are killing you,” I say.

  “Oh, God. Like you wouldn’t believe.”

  “I am a chef and have some experience in standing for extremely long amounts of time until your feet bleed.”

  “Does that mean it will get better?” She asks looking hopeful.

  “Yes, babe. It does get better.”

  “Oh, thank God,” she says as she takes a huge bite of her pie.

  The next fifteen minutes of her break are spent making small talk. I do learn that her dream is to be a chef someday. At this point, I begin to see how right we are for each other. There is more than a feeling in the pit of my stomach. It is something that is hard to put in words. After our talk, I end up waiting around in the restaurant for her until her shift is over.

  “You waited for me?” she asks shocked.

  “Yes. Can I walk you to your car?”

  “I don’t have a car.”

  “You walk home alone this late at night?” I ask. It’s my turn to be shocked.

  “Bleak isn’t exactly crime central, is it?”

  “No, but still. I’ll walk you home,” I say. Not really making or asking it as a question.

  “That sounds amazing. Thank you. I appreciate it and my place isn’t too far from here.”

  Holding out her coat, I help her into it, and we exit the restaurant together. Turning right, we start down the sidewalk. She takes my arm and leads me down the street in the direction of her place. We go about halfway down the block and then walk up a short flight of steps.

  “This is me,” she says as we stop outside the interior door to her place.

  “Safe and sound,” I say.

  “Do you want to come in for some coffee or something?” She asks smiling softly.

  “Coffee sounds good,” I say waiting as she unlocks her door. Following inside, I shut the door behind me. As I turn around, I get a good look at her place. It’s barren and there is barely any furniture in the place. There are just a few things in the small space: a TV and a giant bed.

  “Did you just move in?” I ask.

  “Yeah. Around three days ago.”

  “I see.”

  “I don’t, um, actually have any coffee to offer you,” she says kicking her shoes off and taking her coat off at the same time.

  “A ruse, then?” I ask chuckling.

  “Yeah, kind of.” She moves towards me at the same time I move towards her. My lips crash down on hers and the connection seals. What I know I’m feeling is absolutely real.

  “Wow,” she says pulling back from me. “I’m g
onna need more of that,” she says breathlessly.

  “Oh, dove.” My hands reach and find the zipper on her skirt to lower it. I know I am rushing this, but she’s not stopping me and for some fucking reason I need her.

  “Faster, Hank. Please.” Her words spur me on. We shed our clothes quicker than I would have thought possible. When she is completely naked before me, I suck in a deep breath.

  “Are you sure you want this?” I ask, palming my cock as her gaze follows my hand.

  “Oh yeah,” Is her answer and then nodding before falling back onto the bed. Climbing on the bed, I settle myself between her creamy thighs. Her pussy looks amazing. I’ve never seen one in person, but I lean down and kiss her there. Licking her clit, I don’t stop until she comes on my beard.

  “Wow,” she breathes. I move up her body to kiss her. She moans as the taste of herself on my tongue reaches her own tastes buds. I line my cock up with her dripping cunt and slide into her slowly. Imagine my surprise when I find her innocence and break through her cherry. She cries out and I pause trying not to cause any more pain. Her pussy grips me like a vice. Slowly, I start moving within her after I think the pain has subsided.

  “This pussy is mine, baby. Mine,” I growl.

  “I know,” she moans.

  Fuck! What started out as a shitty day has turned into the day that I met my soulmate.

  Perhaps life is finally looking up for me.

  1

  Hank

  Two Months Later

  “Hank, please. You have to let this go,” Cadi says with her hands on her hips. The fiery temper and her accent get me hard every time she gets loud with me. I still haven’t figured out where she is originally from because it only comes out when she’s mad. Besides, I’ve actually lost track of how many times we’ve had the same argument in the last two months.

  “You know that I cannot Cadi. I love you. You love me. Why is this even an issue?” I question.

  “I have my reasons, Hank. Trust me,” she says cryptically.

  “Cadi, I am going to need an actual reason.” My patience is wearing thin.

  “That’s the one thing I can’t give you, Hank.” With that statement, it feels as if my living room has never felt smaller.

  “The secrets are too much, Cadi. Too much. Let me in. Stop fighting what is between us.”

  “Hank. Isn’t it enough that I love you? Why can’t that be enough? Let it be enough.”

  “It’s not enough. I want it all. Everything and anything that is you,” I say with my voice full of emotion. I need her to be my fucking wife. Why does she keep doing this to us?

  “I should go,” she says heading for the door, and I lose my mind. Grabbing her arm, I turn her to face me.

  “Don’t walk away from me. And don’t walk away from us.” I lower my head to hers and kiss her.

  “Hank,” she moans as her head falls back.

  “Are you gonna tell me you don’t feel this? Feel what’s between us,” I demand. Starting to kiss trails down her neck as I rip my shirt off of her and baring her beautiful tits to me.

  “I never fucking said that. God, how do you know how to do that so well”

  “It’s you, babe. Only you.”

  “Make love to me, Hank?” She asks.

  “Done.” She slides my boxers off and grips my cock the way I like.

  “Damn, babe.” Lifting her into my arms, I back her against the wall and slide my cock into her. Every time we connect it’s like coming home and I feel like a fucking Viking from the encounter. I was the first one to claim her, and by God, I will be the last. If it’s the last fucking thing I ever do.

  As I am fucking her, her nails scratch down my back. She moans. Each and every time I have taken her it has been without protection. All I can think about is for her to be round with my child.

  With my dick still inside of her, I carry her to my bed where I fuck into her harder and harder. Her pussy starts to clench around my cock as her screams get louder and louder. I am fucking serious when I say how amazing her tiny cunt feels wrapped around my cock. Immediately, I fill her cunt with my release. Leaning down, I kiss her swollen lips.

  “Damn, Hank,” she says laughing.

  I pull out of her slowly and lay down beside her. Pulling her to my side, I start to breathe deeply.

  “I love you,” I remind her.

  “I love you, too,” she says sleepily.

  Later in the night, I wake to a cold bed. She fucking ghosted me again. Again. She refuses to stay over and sleep with me. It has been this way, since the first night we were together at her place. I have not had the pleasure of her company all through the night and waking to her beautiful face and body in the morning. There has been no reaching out for her to take her sweet cunt again and again as I crave.

  I am at the point where I am about to Om the shit out of her. Kidnap her until she sees reason. I figured it worked for him. Why not me? I pull myself out of bed and get dressed quickly.

  I am sick of this shit and need some answers. The time for having or showing patience is long over. My inner Viking is about to come out and play. She’s gonna wish she went along with our destiny, that’s for damn sure.

  2

  Acadia

  I am screwed. From the very beginning, I had a feeling this was a bad idea. When I met Hank two months ago in the diner looking all scruffy and buff, excuse me for being human, but there is something about a man with a full-on Viking bushman vibe with “let me fuck you eyes.”

  I was feeling lonely what with being in a new place and thought, what the hell. There is no harm in having a one-night stand, giving away my v-card, and having some fun for once in my life. By this point, I had resigned myself to never falling in love and having a real relationship. It is just too dangerous.

  I guess you could say I am in sort of a ‘relocation program’. It is not a witness protection program that the government uses. No. This one is the Jorgensen Relocation Program if you will.

  My father is an Italian mobster and a very bad man. But don’t confuse that with who he is as a father. He is a great dad. For most of my life, I had no idea who or what he really was and did. That part of his life he hid from me. But, on the night of my eighteenth birthday party one of his men, the one who always looked at me in a creepy way, got a bit handsy by the pool. When my dad saw him trying to kiss me, he lost it. The next thing I knew, I was being corralled into the house by my mom, as I was crying my eyes out. I asked her what was going to happen. If we should call the police to report him. She looked at me with the darkest eyes I have ever seen and replied...

  “He knew better than to fuck with a Marino amore. He will pay.” I had no idea what she meant by that statement, but I knew it didn’t sound good.

  She walked away from me to go and get my uncle. I turned and went out the back door. I had no understanding of what I was walking into, but as I was walking up, I couldn’t make out what was being said. The only thing I heard was Valpo begging for his life. As I walked around the corner, I watched my father shoot him in the head. My carefully cocooned life was shattered on that night. The life I thought I knew was gone. When I woke up the next day, I ran. I ran for six months before I made an almost fatal mistake.

  I ended up in New York thinking this is a big place. There is no way he will find me here. Needing money to live, I tried to get a job in a strip club as a waitress. But without any of my personal information, it was a no go. That is until the bouncer thought he recognized me. I tried telling him I was not Mauricio Marino’s daughter, but I knew I had been found out.

  He cornered me in the alley outside of the club. I thought he was going to call my father to come and get me. I was wrong. He was one of my dad’s enemies and I ended up being his captive for four months. I expected to be beaten, raped, or something equally vile. Instead, he kept me tied up the whole time. Apparently, he wanted something from my father and knew if he touched me in any way, he would never get it.

  I never did fin
d out what he wanted from him. On one particular night, I was awakened by gunfire and the sound of men fighting, screaming, and yelling. In no time at all in walks four warriors. They were more like Berserkers. It didn’t take long for them to pick me up, take me out of there, and now here I am. I was asked if I wanted to go home, and when I told them my whole story, they set me up with a new name and identity. The men gave me a place to live and are now like my Pseudo uncles. Which is why this thing with Hank is so bad.

  I thought it would be a simple one-night stand with no strings. No harm no foul. But the minute he was inside me, something in me latched onto him and him me. I was fucked. When I realized something was happening, I tried to walk away. He wouldn't have it. And, the truth is I didn’t want to. In that one night, he became everything to me. He is a gruff, scruffy, and beautiful man who is gentle and sweet. Yet, brutish and raw when he took me. I have never felt more of a woman, loved, and desired in my life. And I know that I won’t ever feel that way again.

  Knowing this is my one and only chance to feel this way, I kept seeing him. There has never been any spending the night. Because, I know that if my father ever found me and had the slightest inkling what Hank means to me, he would use him against me. Lately, I have been thinking of moving out of town. The thought of leaving makes my heart sick and hurt more than finding out my family life was a lie.

  In the two months I’ve been here, I have made great friends in Hailey, Taryn, Tabby, and her sister Cymion. Not to mention all the other girls as well. It’s finally starting to feel like a home to me. Not to mention after everything Hank’s uncles have done for me. The guilt for what I’ve done is eating me up on the inside. I owe it to Om, Brand, and Danhy to tell them about Hank, but I cannot bring myself to hurt them like that. But the truth is I need to protect him. Even from me.