by L. A. Fiore
Hank trained his eyes back on Arissa, she was still watching him, but there was a dreamy look in her eyes, as she chewed on her lower lip. His focus turned to that lip; his cock twitched again before he lifted heated eyes to hers and winked. He started her way, stopping briefly to say thank you to friends as they congratulated him. It seemed even as the distance between them grew closer, the farther they were held apart.
Arissa was grateful for the stool because with the way Hank was looking at her she was feeling woozy, or that could be the countless redheaded sluts she’d consumed. She didn’t know the people who kept stopping Hank from his destination, which was her, but she wanted to smack them. All of them. It was while she contemplated the man currently detaining Hank that a loud crack of thunder shook Moe’s. Hya threw the rest of her drink back, slamming the glass down and stood. Without her cane to keep her balanced, Arissa was pretty sure she’d have fallen over.
“Bertha’s top is down. We need to move this party.” Hya glanced around at the others. “Jo, you up to driving?”
Bertha, Arissa had learned, was the name of Hya’s car. She had experienced Hya driving from afar but experiencing firsthand Hya behind the wheel when they drove to Moe’s earlier, if Arissa hadn’t consumed alcohol before getting in the car with her, she wouldn’t have gotten into Bertha with her. The woman really was a menace.
Jo grinned at Hya. “You bet your ass.”
Maybe they’d actually make it to Hya’s with Jo driving.
“Then what the hell are we waiting for? Let’s move this shit to my house,” Hya said, starting for the door but looking back and adding, “Got a pitcher of margaritas in the fridge and barbecue from last night, the stick to your ribs kind.”
Millie was up and halfway to the door. “You had me at margaritas.”
Jo dropped some bills on the counter, Arissa tried to leave money, but Jo slapped her hand. “My treat. You can treat next time.”
Arissa knew her grin looked dopey, but she really liked these ladies. “Deal. Thank you.” Her attention turned to Hank, but Jo grabbed her hand and started dragging her out of Moe’s.
“Hya doesn’t let anyone drive her car and they don’t make them like that anymore. Move your ass before she changes her mind.”
Arissa didn’t want to leave Hank; she wanted to be his slut. He was making his way over to her so she could be. She tried to protest, tried to pull back, but Jo was on a mission. “What about…”
“Come on, Arissa. Being the law, I’m going to put the pedal to the metal and no one is going to stop me.”
Arissa was dragged from the Moe’s. She didn’t even get to wave goodbye to Hank; his mom was blocking her view.
Hank watched as all the women started rising one by one. Another crack of thunder sounded and he saw his mom heading his way. Hank took a deep sigh when he watched Arissa leave with the ladies just as his mom bombarded him.
“Honey, we’re going to head out, don’t want to get caught up in this storm.”
“Okay, Ma,” Hank said, and gave his mom a kiss on the cheek.
His dad gripped his shoulder. “Good game, boy, be safe out there,” his father said as a bolt of lightning lit up the front windows of Moe’s.
“Will do,” Hank said and watched as his parents walked out the door. He stared at the etched wooden door hoping that it would swing back open and Arissa would walk through. It didn’t happen.
On the sidewalk outside of Moe’s, the rain was threatening, lightning flashing across the sky. The first drop was felt when Jo shouted, “Get in.”
The five of them piled into the car. The door had no sooner closed and Jo was peeling from the curb. She wasn’t kidding about the pedal to the metal. Arissa was gripping the door handle; her knuckles were almost white with how fast Jo was driving. She wasn’t any better a driver than Hya. At least Jo had a reason; she was racing the storm, but the lightning was more frequent and the thunder chasing right behind it.
They came to a gate, one that opened when Jo pulled into the drive. It was a long tree lined drive, and with the lightning it was very easy to see the house that rested at the end of it. It was an old Victorian, Wedgewood blue with white and pink gingerbread trim. It was rundown, but the bones were beautiful and so not the house Arissa imagined Hya lived in. There were gardens that were overgrown, but the rockers on the wrap around porch were very inviting.
Jo pulled the car around back and into the detached garage and not a second too soon because the skies opened up.
“We’re going to have to make a run for it,” Hya said, but she was already moving to the back door.
They entered through the kitchen. The outside was rundown, but the inside was amazing. The old farmhouse sink, the stone fireplace right in the kitchen. Pine countertops and old glass paned cabinets. The walnut floors were old, but the wear and patina only added to their charm. The walls were a mossy green, the light fixtures original to the house. “This place is a showpiece,” Arissa said.
It was the first time Hya smiled at her. “A woman who knows her shit.” Arissa glanced her way and they shared a moment before Hya added, “Barbecue is in the fridge. Tastes just as good cold. You know where the plates and glasses are, Millie.”
“I’ll put some music on,” Maureen said, kicking off her heels and heading out of the kitchen.
Jo pulled out a chair, and pushed Arissa into it. “I’ll get you water.”
Water was a good idea because she was feeling those redheaded sluts. “Thank you.”
There was a beauty in the way they all moved around, evidence that they did it often. Arissa had never had friends like these ladies were to each other, but she was happy to be included among them now. Maybe in time, she’d also be a Bell. And even with those thoughts swirling happily in her head, she couldn’t stop thinking about Hank Weathers. Tingles raced down her spine knowing how her evening would have ended if he’d actually made it to her at Moe’s.
* * *
Hank slid onto the stool and Moe placed a bottle of beer in front of him. They made eye contact and Hank didn’t need to ask when Moe offered, “Went to Hya’s.”
Hank nodded before he took a pull from the bottle. He put it down onto the battered wood top and started spinning it, the glass coasting along the wet ring. Someone called his name and he lifted his eyes long enough to give them a wave. Hank’s mind drifted to the first time he met Phoebe. He met her at the policeman’s ball. Her long blonde hair had caught his attention, and when she turned, he took in her smile. He thought she was breathtaking. And she was, model stunning. But what he felt when he saw Phoebe was no match to what Hank had felt now just thinking about Arissa. Her soulful brown eyes. Her pink plump lips, the way they tipped up when she smiled, revealing a small dimple on her right cheek. The curves of her body that he wanted to trace not only with his fingers but his tongue. The deep intense look she threw at him when he looked her way, and what it did to his…
“I’m out,” Hank said, as he drained the last of his beer and placed the bottle loudly on the bar.
Moe gave him a sly grin. “Wondered how long you were gonna wait.” He gave Hank a chin lift. “Have a good night, Sheriff.”
Hank returned the chin lift and said, “Plan to.” Then he started for the door, long strides bringing him there faster. He didn’t even stop to acknowledge the last of the crowd. He was on a mission.
8
The rain was coming down in buckets. Bolts of lightning that lit up the night’s sky were followed by cracks of thunder. Hank drove with intent. Maneuvering the streets of Summerville like the back of his hand. He pulled up to the gate and came to a screeching halt.
“For fucks sake, hurry the fuck up,” he shouted to the old iron gates slowly creaking open, as if they would listen.
Once he had enough room, he stepped on the gas and within seconds came to another abrupt halt. Throwing the SUV in p
ark, Hank jumped out. Rain pelted down on him as he jogged around the house toward the back. Going straight to the door that led to Hya’s kitchen. He knew she never kept it locked. Where she lived, she had no reason to. He flung the door open; the women were around Hya’s wood table, their heads jerking to him with varying degrees of surprise. For the rowdy group they were, the only sound was the music coming from the other room.
His eyes zeroed in on one woman sitting at the table. When they did, he pointed to her. “You, come with me.”
Arissa didn’t move at first, captivated by the sight of a soaking wet Hank Weathers, the way the cotton of his tee clung to his chest and arms. The rain beading on his skin, his hair drenched. God, he looked edible. Slowly his order penetrated, right around the time the look in his eyes hit her, stirring an ache between her legs. The realization that he had followed her, barged into Hya’s house…all for her, before her brain gave it permission, her body stood and moved to him like she was caught in his web. And if she was being honest, she so totally was.
“I just came,” Millie said in a husky whisper.
Maureen raised her hand, her eyes closed. “I’m coming right now.”
“I already did,” Jo offered her two cents.
“Shhh,” Hya shushed them in a low voice. “I’m feeling another one coming on.”
When Arissa was close enough to Hank, he reached for her hand, her fingers linking with his. He then addressed the room. “Night, ladies.”
He was answered by only soft sighs of longing. Hank shut the door behind him and Arissa. They stood on the top step of the small porch under an equally small awning.
He looked down at her, his gaze moving over her face. She was staring up at him with glazed eyes. “You ready?” he asked her right before a crash of thunder rumbled through the air.
Arissa was yanked from the spell that was Hank Weathers by the sharp crack of thunder. She jerked, and moved closer to him. Fear of the storm was eclipsed, though, feeling the heat from his body, and his hand tightly holding hers. When she answered him, it was with a simple but very enthusiastic, “Yes.”
He squeezed her hand. “Once we move off these steps, there’s no turning back,” he stated and watched her eyes for a beat. Needed to know that once they stepped off the porch, they were both in this together. He wasn’t exactly sure what had her pulling back but seeing her in the bar, the way she watched him, he figured it was nerves.
This man. She had been hesitant, but Hank being the straight shooter that he was, this was his way of addressing that hiccup. There was a part of her that thought she should share about Catherine, but seeing for herself that he felt it too, she put everything out of her head but him…them.
In answer, she was the first one to step off the porch. Hank smiled, and jumped down the four stairs. With Arissa in tow, they ran to his SUV as the rain pelted down on them. He opened the passenger door and Arissa wasted no time hopping in. Hank slammed her door shut and jogged around to his side, the rain heavier than earlier. He jumped into the driver’s seat and took off. As they waited for the slow fucking gates to open, Hank reached for her hand. Her gaze dropped to their hands as she laced her fingers with his. Hank laid them on her damp jean clad thigh. He drove them to her house, not a word was said between them, but the sexual tension in the car rivaled the storm brewing outside. He pulled into the driveway and uttered his first words since they left Hya’s house. “The garage open?”
Arissa’s body was on fire. She wasn’t entirely sure this was happening because she’d had versions of this dream more times than she could count. At his question, she looked out the windshield, but didn’t immediately see. Surprise hit when she realized they were in front of her house because she’d been in a daze since he barged into Hya’s kitchen, though, if she was being honest, she’d been in a daze since that first day when she opened her front door to see him standing there. Caught up in him, in the moment, she simply said, “Yes.”
Hank threw the SUV in park, got out and manually opened the garage door. Seconds later, he was back in the car, pulling it in next to her VW bug. He shut off the engine, got out, slamming the door behind him. One could say his actions were from anger, but it was built up need and want coming to a head. Arissa was already waiting by the door that led into the house, her bottom lip between her teeth.
“Need to hear it one more time, Arissa, you ready?” he asked in a low voice.
“Since that first day,” she whispered back.
He started slowly toward her, his voice just as slow. “Wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you.” He grew closer with every word. With her hand on the knob, she leaned her back against the door to hold herself up. She felt her pulse pounding at her neck and between her legs, as she struggled to swallow the closer he grew.
“Tonight, the way you were looking at me. Fuck,” he grumbled in a raspy voice and grabbed his jean clad growing cock. “You do things to me.” He stopped in front of her, pressed his body against hers and looked down into her eyes. One hand went to hers that was clutching the doorknob. His other arm wrapped around her waist.
He felt her body tense, as her breath caught. Her nipples were hard and pressing into his chest, and then she molded into him. “You make me ache.” She dragged her tongue along her lower lip, her eyes on his mouth. “You make me want.”
His head descended and he touched his mouth softly to hers. He felt her heavy breaths on his lips, and heard the soft moan that followed. Faint brushes of his lips on hers. His cock grew harder, he pushed it into her. She whimpered and Hank took advantage of her open mouth, driving his tongue into the sweet heat. Hungry for each other, they fought for control. It was rough when their hands moved, seeking to discover one another’s bodies. Hank gripped her waist and opened the door. His mouth still pressed to Arissa’s, he swallowed the squeal that rose from her throat as they both stumbled into the house.
They kept moving until the wall behind Arissa stopped them. Their kissing grew into a dual for power. Roaming hands turned into clothes being torn from each other’s bodies. Hank was toeing his sneakers off at the same time he was pulling the wet shirt from Arissa’s body. His eyes were greeted to the sight of a pink lace bra, the material not hiding much.
Arissa fisted Hank’s tee, and yanked it over his head. The sight of his bare chest had her hands moving over him, followed by her mouth. She couldn’t get enough of him. His hands worked the clasp on her bra as she continued exploring him. The heat of her mouth on his body had a deep moan escape his throat. Their mouths collided in a primal kiss as their hands made a beeline for the other’s jeans. Four hands working the jeans, and hips shimmying, removed that barrier between them. Hank didn’t waste anytime as he drove his hand into Arissa’s panties.
“Fuck,” he grumbled on a heavy breath into Arissa’s mouth when his fingers slid through her soaked folds.
“Oh God,” she moaned, her hips moving into his touch. Her hands went to the waistband of his boxer briefs. She started to pull them down but stopped and dug her nails into the skin at his hips when he drove a finger deep inside her. She tossed her head back; the guttural moan that moved up her throat had Hank thrusting another digit inside her, his mouth on her neck, tasting every inch of her sweet skin. He helped her stumbling hands divest him of his briefs. Once they joined the pile of damp clothes, Hank removed his fingers and lifted Arissa in one swift move. Her high pitch squeal became muffled when Hank took her mouth at the same time he centered his cock at her entrance. Regrettably he broke the kiss.
“Eyes.” He told her firmly.
Her heated eyes connected with his as she wrapped her legs securely around his waist. With deep restraint, Hank slowly sunk his cock into her pussy.
Her eyes went cloudy. “Yes,” she moaned. “You feel so fucking good.”
Doing his best to memorize the moment, and the look in her eyes when he was seated deep inside her, it only las
ted a second before Arissa placed her hands to the wall behind her, pushing her hips into Hank.
“Jesus,” he growled.
Moving together, Hank drove into Arissa as she pushed against his thrusts. Their heavy breaths mixed with the cracks of thunder that rattled the house. The rain coming down in sheets as Hank and Arissa took what they needed from each other. Arissa pushed off the wall. Hank held her firmly as he stumbled back. Her arms went tightly around his shoulders, her legs locked at his waist, holding on as they dove into each other’s mouth again. Hank moved them just a few steps to the kitchen table.
He dropped her ass on it before he broke the kiss. Arissa never took her eyes from his when she lowered herself back onto the table, her legs spreading wider, her chest rising and falling in deep breaths. Hank took the second to appreciate the beauty laid out before him. And when he realized he could stand there for a lifetime and never get his fill, he moved, his hips jerking, driving deep into her.
A harsh moan ripped from her throat as she met his thrusts. Her pussy grew tight around Hank’s cock right before her back arched off the table and she came, Hank’s name falling from her lips when she did. Watching Arissa ride the wave of ecstasy caused Hank to push deep and hard into her body without abandon before letting go himself. His body falling forward, his hand beside her head catching his weight, he groaned through his release.
Once their breathing turned to normal, Hank moved, Arissa bit back the disappointment feeling him pull out of her; her pussy pulsed at the emptiness. That had been the most incredible orgasm of her life, but she felt the ache, the need stir again. Those feelings didn’t ease staring at the sheriff, naked, cock covered in her juices. “You’re a sight, Sheriff.”
His eyes roamed over her body, his lips tipped up on the side when he uttered, “And you, Miss Haywood, are more than just a sight.” He winked then sobered from the sexual high when he asked, “I’m assuming since you didn’t stop me, you’re on the pill?”
