They talked about everything but their date while he ate, the puppy at their feet gnawing quietly on a chew toy. It was a cozy, domestic scene, one Mitch enjoyed almost too much. He didn’t come over here for this, he reminded himself as he took his dish to the sink, but that didn’t seem to matter. His feelings for Hannah had already surpassed the friends with benefits line, probably had before that line was drawn. Now the only question remaining was just how deeply did he want them to develop before knowing whether or not she would fit in at the club?
By the time he was heading to the front door and Hannah asked him what time on Saturday, he had decided their dinner out was going to be another challenge for Hannah, another step she’ll either agree to take in his direction or she won’t, ending this before either of them became more emotionally invested.
“I work Saturdays, so I can’t pick you up until seven.” Ignoring the way Roxy was standing on her one back leg, her front paws clinging to his calf, Mitch caged Hannah in against the wall. “I didn’t tell you how much I like you in those jeans, Hannah.”
“They’re Aunt Mary’s and a little tight, but they were the loosest ones I could find,” she answered breathlessly, her body warming just from being so close to him. One touch and she felt as if she could explode.
“I’ll buy her another pair so you can keep those. As good as you look, I want you to wear a skirt to dinner. And no panties covering your bare pussy.” He watched her closely for her reaction and was rewarded with her face turning beet red and that small frown appearing between her eyes.
“You want me to shave…there and go out in public without underwear?! Mitch, I don’t think…”
Mitch stepped back from her even though it was difficult. Frowning, he asked coolly, point blank, “There is called a pussy and yes, I want you to remove your pubic hair, however you want and go out in public sans panties. Unless you want to go back to being friendly neighbors?”
Oh, God, she silently moaned, he had that implacable, I’m the boss look on his face, the one that always made her core dampen and her palms sweat. His deep, hard tone was responsible for curling her toes and tightening her nipples. It took her only seconds to weigh the pros and cons of either agreeing to his instructions or ending their affair. As it has been since their first meeting, her body overruled her moral objections as well as her common sense. She figured she would have plenty of time when he tired of her to deal with those two things. “Okay, no panties.”
“Or bra.” He held back a smile when she swallowed audibly.
“Or bra,” she reluctantly agreed.
Mitch cupped her face, pulled her up against him and kissed her long enough, hard enough and deeply enough to let her know how pleased he was with her. By the stunned look in her rounded eyes, he knew he had been successful. Bending down, he lifted Roxy, holding her out in front of him at eye level. “Be good and I’ll bring you a treat next time. Bad and I’ll build you a dog house.” Handing her to Hannah, he tapped both of them on the nose and left, resigning himself to a hand job if he hoped to get any sleep tonight.
Hannah sat in the First Watch Café the next day, waiting for Anna and her sister-in-law, Olivia, to join her. She had been looking forward to meeting Olivia until Mitch gave her her instructions for their date. Now, she desperately wanted to get Anna’s opinion and advice, but she didn’t feel comfortable bringing up such matters in front of a stranger. She was once again running on fumes after spending a restless, sleepless night, only this time she couldn’t lay the blame entirely on Roxy.
Even though Roxy had tried repeatedly to get her to play by jumping on her, pulling at the covers and licking her face, it had been the image of her lower body without the camouflage of hair that had kept her awake long after the puppy gave up tormenting her. She couldn’t find anything wrong with ridding herself of hair, but parading around in public without anything covering up her privates seemed positively indecent. Worse, she didn’t know if it was the sheer indecency involved that had her body fired up and eager for tomorrow night or simply knowing she was going to see Mitch again. She had a feeling she would be more than ready to be with him again even if he had instructed her to wear a burlap sack.
She saw Anna hop out of a large truck in front of the restaurant, wave at the good looking man behind the wheel then head toward their table. Happy that she had arrived before Olivia, she greeted her with a relieved smile. “I hate to be rude, but can I get your advice on something before Olivia joins us?”
“Sure. She got tied up at the hospital so she’s running a little late. What’d Mitch do to put that look on your face?” Anna was surprised to see Hannah in jeans and flip flops, the plain white blouse the only thing she recognized from her wardrobe. She didn’t comment on the change though beca
use, from the way she was worrying her napkin and fiddling with her silver ware, poor Hannah was battling another inner battle.
“He asked me out, you know, on a date.”
“And?”
Hannah blew out a frustrated breath. Of course there had to be more. “I’m thrilled, don’t get me wrong, but he wants me to shave…my privates then go out without underwear. In. A. Skirt,” she emphasized, surprised she wasn’t turning beet red. Maybe it was the way Anna’s eyes lit with humor and her lips quirked up in a small smile instead of looking at her in shock that set her at ease.
“A shaved pussy can be highly erotic, Hannah. Trust me, I know. I finally had mine waxed because I got tired of shaving every day. We’re even thinking about having ours lasered off permanently. You’ll love how much more you can feel without hair, how sensitive your labia actually are.”
“We?” That was the only part of her advice she could comment on at the moment. When Anna mentioned how sensitive her bare skin could be, she felt her sheath moisten, which completely threw her for a loop. Her happy place had no business getting damp in the middle of the day, and especially if Mitch wasn’t anywhere around.
“Me, Olivia and Kayla, my other sister-in-law. Our husbands all prefer us bare, and once you feel the added pleasure of being touched without that barrier, especially orally, you’ll never want to let it grow back. Relax, Hannah, there’s nothing wrong with ridding yourself of some unwanted hair.”
“Actually, that was what I was just thinking. But how about parading in public practically naked?”
“Mitch is like Donovan, he has a possessive streak a mile wide,” Anna reassured her. “I’m sure you’ll be decently covered while in the restaurant. Only you and he will know what’s not under your clothes, which that in itself is a turn on.”
“It must be nice, being so comfortable with your sexuality, both in private and public,” Hannah replied wistfully.
“I haven’t always been. It took a tragedy with my first husband to make me realize how short life is. Once I knew what I wanted, and who, I still had to battle some demons as well as my conscience to be as comfortable as I am now. There’s Olivia,” Anna announced. Her timing was good as she didn’t want to put a downer on their lunch by bringing up her past mistakes. “You can speak freely around her. She has more experience with alternative sex than I do and will be completely supportive.”
Hannah watched the tall, stunning blonde come toward them with a smile, looking at Hannah with warm light brown eyes. “Hi, I’m Olivia. You must be Hannah.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Olivia. You’re married to Donovan’s brother?”
Olivia fingered the gold choker around her neck as she sat down. Anna knew its significance, but from what she’d told her, Hannah wasn’t ready to hear she was also Master Colin’s full-time sub and couldn’t be happier about it. “Yes, Colin. And you’ve caught our Mitch’s eye.” Which surprised her because Mitch didn’t strike her as the type of man who’d go for the innocent girl next door type. Then again, opposites do attract.
“Hannah’s struggling with Mitch’s order to shave before they go out tomorrow night,” Anna told her.