“Kayla? Can I see what she talked you into?” Ethan couldn’t picture proper Hannah in anything Kayla might pick out.
Thinking of the miniscule panties called thongs that they had assured her Mitch would love, Hannah quickly said, “No. Now go work and quit distracting me or I won’t have time to fix your dinner.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Hannah called Roxy and went back inside. She had a session with her razor that couldn’t be put off any longer.
Chapter Ten
Mitch grabbed the knotted rope with a rawhide chew wrapped around the middle and headed next door to get Hannah. Thoughts of Hannah’s bare pussy had interrupted his concentration all day, even to the point of missing his aim with the hammer and getting his thumb instead of the nail. Son of a bitch but that hurt. He was too old to be making such rookie mistakes and definitely too old to be daydreaming about the girl next door. Thankfully, he wasn’t too old to get a hard on when he thought of her, get so tangled up in lust and plain old fashioned want that he was tempted to jack off before seeing her just to relieve some of his tension.
He had planned on spending the night with her again, after delivering another spanking and fucking her senseless, but Colin’s call put an end to those plans. For the second week in a row, ever since he had remodeled the private second floor of Casey’s into a haven that catered to their alternative sexual preferences years ago, Mitch didn’t want to go to the club. But Colin rarely asked him for anything, and after his best friend relayed the news that he was going to be a father and he and Olivia wanted to celebrate privately, he couldn’t turn him down when he asked Mitch to monitor their BDSM room. He consoled himself by remembering tomorrow was Sunday and he could spend all day with Hannah. That idea cheered him and he approached her front door in a better mood. Before he could knock, the door swung open and Ethan met him with a glacial stare.
“I want to talk to you. Outside.” Closing the door behind him, Ethan didn’t waste time mixing words. “What the fuck are you doing with Hannah?”
Mitch reined in his surprise as well as his anger, for a moment anyway. “And that is your concern why?” he asked coolly wondering what bug crawled up the kid’s ass.
“Damn it, Mitch,” Ethan swore. He wore the same calm, cool look each of his brothers wore when they were perturbed with him. “I like her and don’t want to see her hurt. I thought you’d sleep with her once or twice and that would be it. Why are you leading her on as if there can be more between you?”
Mitch recalled Hannah’s eager responses to the paces he had put her through last weekend and the hope they had given him that she might be open to more. But that was none of Ethan’s business. “I like her too and have no intention of hurting her if I can help it. Anything else is none of your business, Ethan. But, thank you for looking out for her.” Mitch brushed by him and entered Hannah’s house in time to see her coming down the stairs, Roxy nipping at her heels.
God knows the woman had always packed a punch, at least she did for him, but the wallop he experienced seeing her now made the other times pale in comparison. He has always been a leg man and seeing her descend the stairs in a vibrantly colored silk skirt with an asymmetrical hemline flirting around her knees only emphasized legs that had him practically drooling. The dark blue silk tank draped enticingly over her swaying breasts did nothing to hide her stiff little nipples and he wondered if she knew how well that telltale sign advertised her excitement to anyone looking. When he told her to wear a skirt tonight, it had been because he wanted easy access to her pussy, not because he had intended to change her by insisting she add to her wardrobe like Ethan must have assumed. He would not have minded in the least if Hannah had dressed in her usual plain, calf length skirt and white blouse, but had to admit he enjoyed the sight of her lush body more in her current attire.
Hauling her up against him as soon as she reached the bottom step, he let her feel his erection as he said, “I like how you look in that outfit, sweetheart, and if we weren’t pressed for time, I’d show you just how much.” He gave her a quick kiss before turning her around and pulling the band from the bottom of her long braid. “But I prefer your hair loose.”
Hannah had been having enough trouble dealing with the feel of her newly bared crotch, which was only emphasized by wearing nothing but a skirt, when the impact of Mitch’s lustful stare sent her body into heated overdrive. She could actually feel the moisture seeping from her vagina coating her labia, her pebbled nipples rasping against the soft silk of her top adding to the pleasure sweeping through her, all without him even touching her. She drank in the sight of him dressed in black slacks and a charcoal grey shirt that emphasized the width of his shoulders. He looked as devastatingly attractive in dress clothes as he did in jeans and tee shirts.
“Mitch,” she protested as she swiveled her head to look up at him. “My hair’s too heavy to wear down. Plus it tangles easily.”
“You can braid it again later. I love seeing it down.” Running his fingers through the heavy mass until he had unraveled the intertwining loops, he gave her hair a hard yank before kissing her again when she turned back around and frowned up at him. “My way, Hannah.” Releasing her, be bent down and pulled Roxy’s attention away from chewing on his shoes by teasing her with the rope toy he brought. “That’s not being good, Roxy, but I’ll give you this anyway because you’re cute.”
Hannah felt her heart melt as he took a few minutes to play with her dog before turning those chocolate eyes on her in a look of searing heat and holding out his hand. “You ready or do you need to crate her first?”
“Ethan’ll be in soon for his dinner. He said he’d spend some time with her then crate her before he leaves, so we can go.”
“I’m sorry I have to cut the evening short tonight,” Mitch said as he pulled out of the drive. “Colin wanted the night off to celebrate Olivia’s pregnancy and I couldn’t turn him down.”
“I didn’t know she was pregnant. She didn’t say a word yesterday when Anna introduced us at lunch or this morning when we all went shopping.” Hannah should be used to the little pang of both regret and envy she always experienced when she heard about someone’s pregnancy, but she supposed there will always be a part of her that wished she had been able to have Caleb’s child, especially now that he was gone. “Ethan said Colin owns a club and you help with the bartending when he needs it.”
Mitch was glad Ethan had skirted the truth with her. He wasn’t quite ready to reveal his preference and involvement in the McGilley’s private sex club. “Yes, that and other things,” he told her evasively. To change the subject, he reached over and slid his hand up her bare thigh under her skirt. “Tell me, Hannah, did you do as I instructed?” He stopped his upward glide an inch or two from her crotch, waiting for her verbal confirmation before he checked for himself.
One look from Mitch made her resist, just barely, the urge to tighten her legs. Ignoring the rapid beat of her heart, she softly replied, “Yes,” before reminding him tartly, “you’re driving, Mitch.”
“I can do two things at once.” Mitch moved his hand up and encountered silky smooth bare skin, slightly damp bare skin. It was that sign of her arousal that had him gripping the steering wheel tighter and cursing the painful pressure of his rigid cock pressing against his zipper. Thank God he had worn looser dress slacks tonight instead of his tighter jeans. “You’re we
t.” He slid his middle finger between her plump folds and lightly stroked her slit, barely grazing the tip of her clit before reluctantly retreating. “And too fucking tempting.” Patting her bare mound he brought his hand to his mouth and licked her glistening juices from his finger, his peripheral look enough to show him she was watching him, her chest lifting with her rapid breathing. “Mmm, you’re also a good appetizer.” And there was that blush he loved seeing spread across her face when her excitement warred with her conservative morals.
“You should be concentrating on the road,” Hannah tried to admonish him, but her voice sounded as breathless as she felt. That small touch between her legs had fired up her senses to a feverish pitch and left her simmering with unfulfilled lust, something he was adept at accomplishing with the least amount of effort.
“I don’t have to now, we’re here.”
The small, quaint family owned Italian restaurant wasn’t what she had been expecting but was just what she wanted. With red and white checkered table cloths, wine bottles and short, round candles for table decorations and the aroma of garlic and oregano filling the air, it was an exact replica of a small Italian cantina. She would’ve felt uncomfortable and out of place in a fancy, posh place where the prices rivaled the national debt and the wait staff were polite but stiffly formal. Going out for a meal with Caleb back in Ohio had meant attending one of the community held covered dinners or going to a nearby local diner, usually one that commissioned desserts from the Amish bakery. She was used to simple dishes not five course meals served on expensive china consisting of various foods she’s never heard of.
“Mitch! It is good you come again. Come, I have your table all ready for you.”
“Thank you, Mama Lupia. It’s good to see you again too. How’s the family?”
“Oh, two more beautiful grandbabies and our youngest getting married soon. Life is good, yes?”