The Distraction

Untitled Part 13

The next morning I wake up to Hannah on my chest, hair a dark mess acrossmy it and down my arm. Last night we stayed up talking about everythingunder the sun. The music we like, movies we've hated, where to find the bestpizza in town. Learning everything there is to know. The minutiae that makeup a person.I learned her sister is a nomad who she sees every few months, and thatshe hasn't talked to either parent in over three years. From her few childhoodstories, I can't blame her. Turns out that she and Rosie share the middle nameMarie and it's not a coincidence. The connection between her and my sister issincere and meaningful to both of them. No wonder she's been so worriedabout messing that up.Last night I made a promise that hasn't been forgotten in the light ofmorning, nor is it a promise I regret making. While I can't predict what willhappen in three months or three years, being gentle with her is something Ican swear on.Warmth is radiating from her body onto mine, and in her sleep, she looksso at peace. The weight of her childhood is something that could bring herdown, create a horrible, untrusting person, but Hannah is the opposite of that.She's open and kind and giving. Never in my life have I encounteredsomeone like her.Running a hand down her arm, then her bare hip, I remember we fellasleep naked after one last round where I ate her until she screamed, thenfucked her hard until we both came, collapsing until the morning. The nocondom thing was a new addition to sex for me and fuck if it wasn't the mostamazing experience.Finally, Hannah stirs, blinking her eyes hazily and I'm glad I stayed thismorning. The look she gives me, full of relief and joy, affirms that it was theright choice. It's not that I ever truly want to leave her when I stay the night,but it was a necessity when staying under wraps."Good morning, gorgeous.""Uh, hey." A small smile graces her lips, making her look innocent andsexy all at once. "You're here.""Yeah, honey, I'm here.""I kinda like waking up with you." So do I. More than I would haveimagined. I haven't spent a full night with a woman since Chrissy, alwaysleaving before the sun comes up to avoid any misunderstandings."You want coffee?" My hand pushes her hair back, revealing the fullexpanse of her naked back, tempting me to stay in bed longer. As if she readsmy thoughts, she giggles."As much as I love whatever you're thinking, I need to brush my teethand drink some caffeine." Rolling over so she's underneath me, I help herchange her mind."SO WE'RE GOING OVER THERE TOGETHER? Today?""Yes. It will be fine, baby. If we need to, I'll talk to her, but I guaranteeshe already knows, and knowing Autumn, she's ecstatic.""You think she knows?!" Her voice has now raised an octave and her faceshows a mix of horror and nausea. I have to try not to laugh at her."Yes, Hannah. And it will be fine. She loves you. Probably more than sheloves me." I run my hand down her arm, squeezing when I reach her hand inreassurance."Probably? I'm definitely the favorite." There's my feisty girl."Do you want to head over there looking thoroughly fucked?" I ask witha smile, silently begging her to say yes."Shut up, let's go." Hannah takes my hand and leads me out of the house,but I stop her one last time, pulling her body into mine."It will be fine. There's nothing to worry about," I say, pressing my lipsgently to her."Okay, I trust you." The look in her eyes tells me she means more thansimply with this Autumn situation. Right now, she's putting all of her trust inme, hoping I won't fuck it up. As much as the idea of such responsibilityscares the fuck out of me, I'm ready.We stroll up the flower-lined path of her cottage to the main house,Hannah's little hand in mine trembling slightly. The back doors are alreadyopen, letting in the cooler morning air and we step into the house, landing usdirectly in the kitchen. A hungover Autumn is sitting at the island, sippingcoffee with her head propped in one of her hands."Huh. So that wasn't just a drunken vision." Hannah blanches."Fuck off Autumn." Releasing her hand gently, I grab a mug to makeHannah a cup of coffee, just the way she likes it. Because I'm a whipped sonof a bitch. My sister watches me while I do it, taking in that I know exactlyhow my girl drinks her coffee."Huh," she says again, this time the sound is filled with intrigue."Look, Autumn, I... I... uh... I..." Hannah starts and stops, stutteringadorably."What Hannah's trying to say is we're together. She's super nervous thatyou'll be mad or that I'll fuck it up. But don't worry, I've reassured her that ifI do, your loyalty lies with her, not with me." Leaning against the counter, Ipull the stricken Hannah into my arms, telling her with my body thateverything is going to be okay."Damn straight," Autumn says, looking me dead in the eye. "You fuckthis up, I'll fuck you up."And that's it. Drama over. It seems Hannah gets it too because her entirebody relaxes against mine."Who's fucking who?" Steve says as he walks in the door. "Oh, you guysare finally out in the open. Cool. Don't fuck it up, Hunter.""What? You knew for sure!?" Autumn turns to her husband, annoyed."Yeah, babe. We have a video doorbell and they weren't very sneaky."Well, fuck. I completely forgot about those. Hannah is back to ghoststatus, now from embarrassment and trying to hide in my shirt."Don't worry, Han, nothing more than PG was recorded.""I can't believe you didn't tell me!" Autumn says, smacking herhusband's arm. I wince at the sound and the knowledge of how hard thatwoman can hit."Didn't think you wanted to know our nanny was doing the nasty withyour little brother, babe.""Oh my God, kill me now.""You know, Rosie mentioned Hunter asking you out a few weeks ago,but I thought that was all in her little girl la la land. Guess I need to trust herspy senses more often," Autumn says, taking another sip. This does notsurprise me. Rosie has the biggest mouth in the universe.As if summoned by the mere mention of her name, my little niece comesbounding in. She stops in the doorway. Looks at Hannah. Looks at me. Looksat Hannah. Then, at the top of her little lungs, she says, "I GET TO BE THEFLOWER GIRL!"Now it's my turn to blanch and freeze up, but this is Hannah's territory."Oh, honey, no, that's not happening." Hannah softens the blow with a sweetgiggle that vibrates through my chest."That's how it works. You fall in love, then you get a ring, then you havea flower girl," my niece says, one hand on her hip, her other counting downthe steps on her little fingers. "Ava's uncle got married, and she was a flowergirl and she talked about it alllll the time so I want to be one now and get apretty dress and tell Ava all about how I was a better flower girl than her."Ava of the bitchy mom. It doesn't surprise me that her kid would be of thebragging variety."Honey, your uncle and I just started dating. Let's not scare him off toosoon," she says, winking at her.Rosie struts closer until she's right in front of me. Her hair is a tangledbedhead mess, and she's wearing a Minnie Mouse nightgown, which makes iteven harder to take her seriously. Then she crooks her tiny finger at me,almost tipping me over the edge. I swear this girl is going to give Steve hellone day.Instead of laughing, I wisely bend so she can be eye to eye with me."Don't mess this up." One tiny finger stabs me in the chest before she'sturning on a heel and skipping off. "SARA! WE'RE GONNA BE FLOWERGIRLS!""What on earth just happened?" I'm dazed and still bent forward becauseI think I've been bullied by a five-year-old. In lieu of answering, all three ofthem crack up.AUTUMN INSISTED that Hannah take the weekend off and "do somethingyoung and stupid." I guess to my sister, that meant calling up her best friendand forcing her to go out for drinks. Not five minutes later, as we walked tothe cottage, Hannah's phone rang."Hello?" There's muffled mumbling on the other end before Hannah rollsher eyes and hits speaker. "You're on speaker, Sade.""Hi, Sadie," I say."Oh, hey hot stuff. Your sister called me, we're going out. Do you haveany friends?" Hannah's best friend is a force of nature, but you need toadmire the girl's balls."Uhh, yeah?""You mean acquaintances?" Hannah giggles under her breath and I pokeher in the side. She giggles more, the sound beautiful and free."Okay good, I don't want to third wheel it and I don't have, nor do I wanta man. Make sure whoever you invite knows that too, 'kay buddy?""Uh, sure?" This woman scares me."Okay, so I'm thinking Luna's so that we can say hi to her while we'rethere and because it's walkable from my apartment. That way, if I getslammed I don't have to pay an Uber. You guys will need to figure out somekind of DD Mitch though." My head is spinning before she's even donetalking."Sadie, calm down, where and when. I can figure the rest out," Hannahsays in the same calming tone I've heard her use on Rosie. She gets thedetails from her firecracker of a friend before hanging up."So I guess we're going out tonight," Hannah mutters."She kind of scares me.""Yeah, me too. But she's like a sister to me, so I have to love her."Hannah shrugs before she opens her door and lets us in.This brings us to now, sitting on her beyond comfortable grey couch,waiting for my girl to be done getting ready and get on the road. We're notgoing far and it's not an exclusive or extravagant club, so I'm not sure of thehold-up.But when she finally walks out of her room, the wait seemsinconsequential.Her feet are strapped into sky-high, bright red heels with straps along theankles that I can assure you will stay on tonight when I'm fucking hersenseless. Trailing my eyes up her bare legs I see a dark dress that comes to afull hand above her knee with a sweet, dangerous slit up the side and encasesher curves to her breasts, where a straight neckline shows curves, but notcleavage. Two small, sweet strings are tied in bows at each shoulder, holdingthe black masterpiece up and leaving her entire top nearly naked.Her long dark hair is down and curled, teased out and messy. Just beggingme to tuck my hands in it and grab a handful. Black lines her eyes, makingthe ocean blue color look even more striking, while her lips are painted abright red.I'm immediately hard and wondering how much later we can be withoutTanner being scared off by Sadie."Jesus, fuck baby. How am I going to keep my hands off you all night?""Uh, I don't know, but you'd better. My hair took forever.""Your hair would look better with my hands in it." Her eyes widenenough to show that I hit my intended target."Hunter, we don't have time for this." She tries to step back as I stepcloser."I'll be quick," I promise."Hunter." Taking a step back on those heels, she teeters in them before Icatch her. holding her steady."Hannah," I growl under my breath.She's pinned against the kitchen counter, her hips between mine makingme realize that with those shoes, she's the perfect height to bend over and... Igroan right as I put my mouth to her, knowing we'll be late.It was worth it.-hannah-"I CANNOT BELIEVE we are so late." I dig through my bag and try toreapply my lipstick in the bumpy truck."Baby, we're fifteen minutes late. Not an hour.""It's rude, Hunter. Being late shows others you don't think their time isvaluable." I absolutely loathe being late."Did you come?"A quiver runs through my core. "Yes.""Did you do it hard?""Yes, Hunter. You know that. What's the point.""My point is, you came hard. You should be more relaxed.""I would be relaxed if we weren't leaving our friends wondering wherethe heck we are.""Oh, one look at you in that dress, those heels, that hair? They'll knowexactly why we're late.""Ugh! You're not helping!" Hunter simply laughs, pulling into theparking lot for Full Moon, the bar our friend Luna owns and operates.Walking in, I spot Sadie and Hunter's friend, Tanner, at a small table inthe corner. I recognize Tanner from around town - his company may haveeven done some work for us at the Center in the past.He graduated a few years ahead of me and in theory, he should be thekind of man whose arm I'm on tonight. Steady, downhome guy.Homecoming King, town's golden boy with roots, someone who will be aclear family man. But comparing the two in my mind, he feels... lackluster."You fucked her, didn't you?" Sadie asks, taking a sip of her drink, abright pink concoction in a tall martini glass, the rim showcasing a perfectlipstick pout. Tanner chokes on his beer. Hunter smiles that arrogant smile."Sadie! I will kill you!""Babe, that dress, those lips, that sex hair? It's obvious." I want to die.Instead, I turn to Hunter. He's laughing with an 'I told you so' look in hiseyes."Can you grab me a drink?" I ask, my hand barely twitching in thedirection of my bag."You even think of offering to pay, we're going back in the Bronco, I'mpulling you over my knee and smacking your ass." I'm not sure if that'ssupposed to be a deterrent or encourage me to pay. I hesitate, and he smiles agrin, white teeth shooting through his now thick, dark beard. He leans in."My baby wants me to smack her ass tonight, we can play. But I'mpaying for drinks.""Okay," I whisper, trying to get control of my lady parts as I watch himwalk away."Holy fuck, I think I just had an orgasm," Sadie says, before bursting outlaughing. It's going to be a long night.Full Moon Cafe is dark and swanky, but also gritty, a weird yin to its ownyang. In the far corner, there's a stage where local bands play occasionally,though tonight it hosts a DJ. A handful of relatively well-known bands haveplayed here before they got big, including the well-known band fromSpringbrook Hills aptly named Hometown Heroes.The lights are dim, but not so dim that you can't see each other and havea conversation, but it is loud. Always. Even when it's relatively empty,there's always some kind of loud music playing, blaring from one of Luna'smillions of playlists.In the center of the room is an old, cool as all get out wooden wraparound bar where bartenders can see and serve all four sides, making it easyto flag someone down and get a drink. Beaten old tables with mismatchedtops and chairs are scattered around the room, but on the weekend, they'repushed towards the walls to make room for dancing.Sadie and I have been coming here since Luna took over, revamping andrenaming the joint. About once a month or so, we get dolled up, head out, anddance until we need to crawl back to Sadie's apartment. Sometimes we drink,sometimes we dance, but we always have a good time."SHOTS!" Sadie screams, pointing at the bar, her short light blond hairbouncing. The low back of her dress threatening to reveal too much at anymoment. She walks efficiently in her high, black pumps, a skill we learned tomaster when we were nine, and raided her mom's closet."Get ready for a night out with Sadie," I warn Hunter, who is nursing abeer with a smile before I tug him over to the bar where Luna hugs Sadie."Hey, miss thang!" Luna chirps at me, eyeing up Hunter. "Finally gave inand caught yourself a hot one.""Shut up Luna. This is Hunter, my..." Stalling, I look at Hunter, unsure ofwhat to call him. 'My boyfriend' feels... weird."I'm her man." He puts his hand out to shake Luna's, his tan skincontrasting with her pale. Luna is naturally an arctic princess with super fairskin and nearly white blonde hair. "Nice to meet you.""What can I get you, handsome?""Shots!" Sadie screams again."I'm good with my beer. I'm driving." He lifts his bottle towards Lunawho nods."Party pooper.""Get the girls and Tanner whatever they want, and open a tab. I've got it.""I take it back, you're a perfectly fun gentleman." Sadie smiles, facingLuna. "I'll take two shots of your finest tequila, wench."It's going to be a long, wonderful night.A FEW HOURS LATER, I'm soaked with sweat, plastering my dress toevery curve of my body. At some point, Sadie challenges me to an assshaking contest, so we request the perfect song before showing each other up.Laughing hysterically, I almost fall on my turn when Sadie comes around andsmacks my ass, so hard I'm sure it will leave a mark. We're completelydrunk, cushioned by the comfort of being two women out drinking with twobig dudes who are watching our every move at the bar our friend, sister of acop owns.Seconds later while shaking is commencing, Sadie rooting me on, roughcalluses catch on the material of my dress, then a warm chest is over myback."That's enough of that," Hunter growls in my ear, making me standstraight and turn around."What? Why! We were having fun!" I yell over the music, my armswrapping around his neck regardless of my annoyance. God, he smells good."Because every man in this bar, including my friend, has his eyes glued toyour ass and, heads up, Han, I am not that guy.""What?" I shout over the music. He gives Sadie the one-second finger,then pulls me into a corner that's a bit quieter."You're mine, yeah? That body, that ass, it's mine. I'm fine with youwearing a tight dress, showing off, knowing I'll be the one to peel it off youlater. I'm not okay with anyone seeing how that ass can move and picturing itmoving on top of them.""Oh," I say, a shiver running through me, picturing just that scenario,Hunter peeling off my dress and then moving..."But I'm leaving on the heels," he adds."Oh." My body feels flushed."Feel them digging into me when I eat your sweet cunt later.""Can we go now?" I ask, my breath coming in pants. Never in my lifewould I have thought calm, cool, collected Hunter was possessive or jealous.Why would he, when he lived the way he did, looked the way he looks? Butseeing that look in his eyes... Holy shit.With my words, Hunter laughs, throwing his head back, causing anotherflutter in my belly. "We'll wait. Get you good and riled up. I'm lookingforward to fucking my girl drunk.""Oh,"He drags me back to Sadie, where he deposits me, telling me to be a goodgirl - his words! - before walking back to the bar where he's sitting withTanner, nursing a beer. It's clear Tanner ribs him a bit about something whenhe sits, but doesn't seem to bother Hunter. Throughout the night I glance overto see the men deep in conversation. Other times I find Hunter's eyes like alaser on my body, sending ribbons of heat radiating through my body.Sadie and I are dancing, holding hands, giggling, scream-singing thesongs we know, and grooving to the ones we don't. There aren't many wedon't know, partly because we both love music and partly because Lunaknows what we like, so she curates the playlist for us. We've alwaysconnected through music. From the days of creating dances to show her momto going to Hometown Heroes concerts at the football stadium before theywere big.Nothing is quite as freeing as blasting some music and singing with yourbest friends.At some point, I look over at Hunter to see him glaring in a corner. Ifollow his gaze, looking over Sadie's shoulder to see a man in a dark outfit,watching Sadie's every move.Now, generally speaking, this isn't odd. My best friend is a bombshell,tiny and curvy and beautiful. But any woman will tell you that her intuitioncan sniff out a creep at a moment's notice and something is off with this man.It seems Hunter knows it, too.Minutes later, when I look over again, the man is gone, forcing me to sighinternally with relief. We drink more, dance more, sweat more, until wedecide it's time to take a break, heading back to the guys. Hunter is stillwatching me with an intensity that is turning me inside out, reminding me ofhis promise for tonight. Maybe it's time to head out and get the night started.-hunter-WATCHING my girl dance has been pure torture. She writhes and grinds onher friend, oblivious to the men's gazes on her. I silently glare at each manwho is getting a little too interested, telling them with my eyes that I will fuckthem up if they even get close.All I want is to throw her over my shoulder, toss her in my truck, and gether to the cottage away from prying eyes and out of that goddamn dress.But then it happens. Some fucking asshole comes up behind Sadie, daringto put his hands on her hips when it's been clear all night that men were noton her agenda. She turns, gives him the polite smile and shake that womengive men when they're not interested, then turns back to my girl with wideeyes.That would be fine. A guy can shoot his shot. But he doesn't leave.Instead, he chooses to grip her hips tighter, forcing her to turn towards him.Elbowing Tanner, I stand, making my way towards the women. Sadie turns tothe creep again, this time frustrated and annoyed, too brave for her own good.There are a few muffled shouts, and it's clear his hand, now on her shoulder,has tightened to a point of hurting her.I see red.Racing forward, I move Hannah and Sadie aside, yelling for Tanner to getthem out before cocking my arm back and crashing my fist into the man'sface."What the fuck!" I grab the collar of his shirt and press him to a wall,ready to go for more."The lady said no," I growl in his face, my spit hitting his face in myanger. There isn't much that gets a genuine reaction from me, but displays ofmen not respecting women are one of them. Probably the curse of my onlysibling being a sister."She's been a fucking tease all night. Everyone can see she wants somedick.""If a woman says no, that means no, no matter what the fuck your twistedscum brain tells you.""Fuck you man, who the fuck do you think you are.""A man with fucking restraint, making you a lucky fuck," I say, grindinghis face into the wall a bit harder. But common sense is coming back to me,the haze slipping away and I realize I could probably get away with one hit.More than that could get messy."Hunter, the police are on their way," Luna says, her voice soft andstrong and I take a second to realize the music has turned off, a jarring silenceall around."Sit here, I'll be back," I say, tossing him into a chair before heading tomy girl to check on her. "You okay, Sade?" I'm pulling Hannah into myarms, needing to touch her and know she's okay. Her tiny body is shaking,from nerves or adrenaline, I don't know."Totally. Thanks. That was kind of hot, like Roadhouse or something."Does anything shake this chick? She smiles and winks at me, making meshake my head. Next, a scuffle is heard from where I left the douche bag."Hey, stay there!" Some random guy says, and I see the guy I punchedheading out the door."Fuck.""Leave it. I don't want to press charges, and we don't need you gettingany attention for this," Sadie says.She's right, of course. With everything going on, the last thing I need isattention, someone saying I punched a random man at a bar unprovoked orsome shit like that. But still. "Are you sure? He hurt you." Glancing at hershoulder shows evidence of how hard he grabbed her, the skin red andalready darkening."No big deal, just glad I had two big, macho men to protect me." Shesmiles, putting on a great facade, but I can see underneath she's tweaked.Either way, I nod and drop the subject. I'm pretty sure she's got a braveface on right now, not willing to show how she's really feeling or how deeplyit's affected her. But as someone who buries things myself, I know to respectthat and not press it."Let's go home," Hannah whispers, still tucked tight under my arm."Can you walk me home, handsome?" Sadie asks Tanner, who looks asfrustrated as I feel."Sure. But Luna called the cops and I think you should stay, make astatement.""They'll be here in five, I talked to Tony myself." The ethereal bar ownercomes over. "No offense, but I need you guys to stay. I need to make a noteof anything even vaguely violent that happens here to protect my ass.""Of course, Lune. Can I get a shot though?" Leave it to Sadie."On the house, all of you.""Not for me, I'm driving." Too many stories have crossed my news feedof people driving home a hair over too drunk and ruining lives. Two beers ismy limit."Same here, but for the girls," Tanner agrees, directing us to the bar whileLuna sets up three shots for Hannah, Sadie, and herself.The police come and take our statement, and I chat with Officer TonyGarrison, who was another buddy of mine in school. Seems like I have a lotof... friends coming out of the woodwork now. Tony pulls Luna aside andthey talk, the conversation awkward and intriguing, but not my place. Beforewe head out, I make plans for a drink with Tony and Tanner, hopefully withless excitement. With everything settled, I'm free to take my girl home.Hannah is still tipsy and as the drama from the night settles, the air in theBronco begins to feel electric, fueled with alcohol, adrenaline, and lust.Glancing over at a light, I see Hannah watching me, lip between her teeth,rubbing her palms up and down her bare thighs like she doesn't know what todo with them."You good, baby?""Uh, yeah." I raise an eyebrow at her in question, knowing the source ofher jitteriness. "That was so fucking hot," she blurts out, then in an adorablemove covers her mouth with delicate, pink-tipped hands."What was?""You, That guy. Punching him?" Her voice is unsure, as if the conceptthat she would find that attractive is strange. "It was hot.""Oh yeah? Huh.""Like, really, really hot," she breathes, her chest heaving. There's no braunder that tiny dress, and the evidence of that is clear in her tight, hardnipples showing through the fabric. The light turns green and my foot slamsthe gas, needing to get home now.Reaching over, my fingers grasp one end of the bows on her shouldersholding up the top and tug at it. Thank fuck it's dark as sin out, because onecorner of her dress drops, revealing her gorgeous tits. Not too big, not toosmall, a perfect handful. Her skin is creamy white and covered with a layer ofgoosebumps. The quick intake of breath tells me it was an unexpected move,but the rubbing of her legs together incessantly tells me not an unwelcomeone."We really gotta stop doing this shit in cars," I mutter, trying to maneuvermy hand to touch her exposed flesh. It's awkward and a strange angle, butshe's so fucking hot, so turned on, and the house seems so fucking far.The squeak she makes when my fingers meet her nipple makes it worth it,and I pinch, the noise getting higher and hotter. "You like that, baby? Youlike me touching your pretty tits, pinching them?""Fuck, Hunter, yes." Every time this woman utters my name, my dickjumps as if she's addressing it personally. My hand leaves her tit to reachdown and adjust myself, palming to release a bit of pressure. Hannah watchesme, a small groan escaping her throat at the sight. I can't help but smirk. Myfucking girl gets off on that, watching me stroke myself.If she wasn't so eager to have my cock in her at all times, I'm pretty sureshe'd just sit and watch me touch myself. That's an idea I file away for thenext time I'm out of town."You wanna watch me jack off, baby?" She groans again, her tiny handtrailing up to touch her own tit, pinching hard and moaning while she nods."Fuck Hannah, you're the perfect woman."As I say that, the Bronco pulls into the gravel drive. Showtime