It took monumental effort for Mitch to get out of his truck and walk calmly over to Hannah where she was standing on her front porch with two policemen. Hannah would never speed, let alone break any other law, so that meant she had another problem. He didn’t know why she hadn’t called him with whatever it was, but he would get into that with her after he discovered what was going on. He had to forcefully tamp down the urge to demand an explanation, especially after he caught a glimpse of small red marks around Hannah’s mouth that were sure to turn into bruises.
“Officer, Hannah. What happened?” Reaching out, he clasped her hand, noted the clammy dampness of her palm and the way she shifted her eyes away from him and quickly said to hell with diplomacy. “Hannah,” he snapped as he tugged her closer, “what happened?”
“Who are you, sir?” the youngest cop asked.
“I’m Ms. Hershberger’s neighbor and friend. Her very good friend,” he emphasized.
“Well, she could use a very good friend tonight. Ms. Hershberger was mugged in a mall parking lot about an hour ago. I’m Officer Bellows and we escorted her home because she was too shaken to drive.” Turning back to Hannah, he told her, “You’ll want to add dead bolts to all your doors even though he didn’t get your keys, as well as cancelling any bank cards or checking accounts you had checks to. I don’t think you have anything to worry about, but it never hurts to take extra precautions for a while. If we can be of any further assistance, please don’t hesitate to call, however, you have to know it’s doubtful we’ll catch this guy.”
“I know, and thank you officers. I’ll take care of everything like you suggested, but right now I’d really like to turn in.” Mitch was angry and she didn’t know why nor did she want to deal with it tonight.
Mitch was trying hard not to be both angry and disappointed that Hannah hadn’t contacted him, but shoved aside both emotions until she recovered enough to discuss her reasons. “You’ll stay with me tonight,” he told her bluntly, receiving nods of agreement from both policemen.
“Very good, then. Good night.”
Hannah prayed Mitch didn’t notice how badly her hands were shaking as he took the keys from her fingers. “Roxy!” she exclaimed when her frantic barking and whining greeted her as soon as the puppy heard the front door open.
Letting her go, Mitch shut the door and went to the kitchen to get the dog’s bowls and food and met Hannah in the hall by the front door as she came out of her office. “Take her out front while I lock up again.”
“Mitch, it’s obvious you don’t want…” she started to protest.
He bit off angrily, “Hannah, you have no fucking clue what I want. I’m not leaving you alone tonight and that’s that.” How could she possibly think he would, he wondered as she stepped outside and put Roxy down in the grass. Hearing about her attack, seeing the stricken look of lingering fear on her face made him wish he had that son of a bitch’s neck in his hands. Hannah was too good, too sweet to have been subjected to a crime.
He locked her house again then picked up her hand and led her next door. This need to touch her, assure himself she was all right was new for him as was the lump lodged in his throat at the thought of how badly she could’ve been hurt. It was obvious, to him at least, that it was time to include Hannah in all parts of his life, which meant taking her to the club. It took her getting mugged to make him realize he wanted it all with her and the only way to see if that was possible was to introduce her to the rest of his sexual preferences and hope she was as accepting, and as responsive as she has been of everything else he’s introduced her to.
Setting down Roxy’s food, he slid his hands under her shorter hair, lifting the multi-hued strands and letting them fall naturally. “Very pretty. It suits you.” Taking care, he kissed her bruised mouth lightly before saying, “Why don’t you feed Roxy while I fill my large, decadent tub with hot water.”
“You must be a mind reader.” Hannah smiled at him, grateful for his take charge attitude. She couldn’t resent his highhandedness when this was one instance that she could appreciate it so much.
“If I was I would know why you didn’t call me after the mugging. No,” he said, turning her toward the kitchen, “we’ll discuss that later. Right now, see to your baby.”
Mitch had his tub almost full by the time she came upstairs, Roxy following close on her heels. He’s grown almost as attached to the little devil as Hannah and he took a moment to give her a rub when she bounced over to greet him.
“Let’s get you in there,” he told Hannah as he stood and pulled her top over her head before she knew what he was doing.
“I can do this,” Hannah protested when he quickly rid her of her bra before moving to her jeans.
“Of course you can,” he muttered irritably. “But I’m going to do it for you this time.” Until now, Mitch had always admired her fierce independent streak, her determination to meet new challenges head on. Now, that attitude only irritated him. There were times everyone needed help or simply the support of someone close and she needed to accept that this was one of those times. “I doubt if there’s a Dummies book on how to cope with getting mugged, Hannah, so you’ll just have to suck it up and rely on me to be your guide. Step out.” Shoving her jeans and panties down, he breathed a sigh of relief when she braced her hands on his shoulders as he pulled off her shoes. “There, that wasn’t so hard, now was it?” he asked as he examined her body for injuries. Other than a rather nasty looking bruise forming on her hip, she looked good. More than good, he amended when her nipples tightened, beckoning for attention.
“No,” Hannah conceded. She was h
aving trouble concentrating now that she was naked, and when Mitch lowered his head and drew her right nipple into his mouth, her brain turned to mush, any lingering fear from her attack being replaced by a need so strong it almost sent her to her knees. Luckily, he pulled back and guided her into the steaming tub before that happened.
Mitch smiled when she sank into the deep claw foot tub with a blissful sigh, leaning her head back on the small pillow. He gave her a moment to relax while he played with Roxy and got his demanding cock under control. It never took much to get a rise out of him whenever he was near Hannah.
“Mitch, I’m fine,” Hannah said without opening her eyes. She didn’t want him to feel like he had to cater to her and since he wasn’t getting naked and joining her, she guessed he wasn’t planning on sex right now.
“Glad to hear it.” Mitch gave the puppy one last pat, grabbed a washcloth and moved to kneel next to his tub.
One minute Hannah had been listening to Roxy’s playful growls and Mitch’s low laugh as the two played and the next her eyes flew open when she felt Mitch running a washcloth over her breasts, putting extra pressure on her nipples. Pleasure spread from her tips down to her core, making her shift uncomfortably. The hot water soothed her as his strokes tortured her senses until the combination had her aching for him to move lower.
“Feel good?” Mitch asked, his dark eyes moving up to see the glazed look in hers.
“Yes,” she sighed blissfully.
“How about this?” Moving the cloth down, he cupped her pussy, rubbing the nubby material against her bare folds until her breathing increased and the flush on her face was from more than the heat in the bathroom. “Hannah?”
She shivered at his deep tone, answering, “Yes, that too.”