Hannah #2
“And I’ve got Ghost. There's a pasture we can let them loose in. You don’t have to be in Colorado until later this week.
” His posture stiffens for a moment before he lifts me off of him and climbs out of the truck.
“Come on, darlin’.” His voice softens, a palm shooting out in front of me when I go to follow.
I watch him as I stand. How did he know where I’ll be?
It’s all online technically, we’re riding in the same rodeos anyway.
Maybe he’s just assuming. I let the explanations fade away, giving him a nod.
Before I can turn towards my truck, he spins me around, pulling me against him and slamming his mouth over mine.
Those rough palms that I’ve felt on every inch of me circle my neck and pull me roughly against him.
The kiss is rough, almost angry, and I give it right back.
After everything that’s happened tonight, I just want to forget.
I want to take my anger out on something, someone .
In a way that feels good. I want to feel powerful, not vulnerable and scared.
I want to be the one who brings a man to his knees because of the power that I hold between my legs, not be afraid someone will take it from me unwillingly.
My back slams against the driver's door with a loud thud. His lips slide off mine and work down my throat. I let out a loud moan when his hands take my breasts and he tugs at my nipples through my shirt. Letting some of my rage out, I grip his shirt in my hands and pull him against me. He comes willingly. The heat of his body seeps into my skin, into my fucking soul. Our tongues tangle, our teeth knocking against each other as we kiss with hunger. I pull on his collar and lick my way across his collar bone, his breath hot and fast in my ear. I find soft skin where his neck and shoulder meet and bite down. Hard . His fingers tense on my waist, the other hand tugging at my hair so hard that my scalp screams in pain, but it’s washed over in pleasure when he lets it go slightly, before pulling again.
I lick at the bite, a ruthless pride taking over at the thought of marking this man.
“Woman,” he groans, his lips brushing against mine, slower this time but holding a promise of more.
“Get in your truck and follow me home.” Without another word, he spins me, and points to my truck down the street.
I take a deep breath and put one foot in front of the other, walking the short distance.
I feel his eyes on me the whole way, I wish I didn’t have to leave his side, even if it is for only a few minutes.
It’s like he knows I need to walk on my own so I’m not looking over my shoulder for the rest of my life.
The number one rule about riding is to always get back on no matter how many times you’ve been thrown off, this is no different.
I turn when I’ve opened my door, his dark frame still visible, long legs spread wide, firmly planted on the sidewalk, watching over me like my own dark angel.
His lights flip on behind me once I’m in the cab and start my truck, his engine roars to life as he pulls past me, slowing until I pull behind him.
The craving to have him again makes the ten minutes to his rental pass by agonizingly slow.
I wait as he backs into the drive before doing the same.
He makes no move to ask if I need help, which makes my heart swell.
I’ve been driving and backing in trailers since before I could legally drive, something he doesn’t know, but the idea that he assumes I can handle my own is so attractive.
As much as I wish I could haul him to bed the second I hop out, I know we’ll have to wait a few minutes, at least until we can get the horses settled.
Dean already has Ghost unloaded and in the small pasture behind the house by the time I’m rounding the back of my trailer.
We work in silence, pulling the back open and getting Queen out.
A few times I catch his heated stare, those eyes dark and dangerous.
My body is still wet and ready for him. Ready for whatever kind of dark he will show me.
We lean on the gate for a few minutes side by side, watching Queen and Ghost get acquainted.
My phone vibrates in my back pocket, interrupting the quiet around us.
“It’s Mallory!” I say, trying to get my trembling hands to answer.
My fingers fumble and after a moment Dean calmly takes the phone from me and hits the speaker.
“Mallory!” I cry into the phone, grateful for the fence to hold me up.
Fear, anger, rage, pain, everything resurfaces as I try my best to push the memory of finding her on the floor from my mind.
“Hi, babe.” Her voice is calm and it soothes my racing heart.
“How are you? What do you need? I’m coming to visit in the morning!” I rush my words out and am left breathless by the time I stop talking.
Mallory lets out a soft laugh, and I can’t help but wonder where she’s found the strength to laugh. “I’m waiting on some tests to come back, but I’m doing ok. I’d love for you to come visit. They told me I should be released tomorrow evening.”
Instantly, I’m flooded with guilt. I should be with her, not here lusting over Dean. “I’ll come spend the night.” I reach for my phone and start to walk toward my truck.
“Hannah.” Stopping, I look between Dean and my phone. He nods his head in understanding and comes to stand by me, wrapping a comforting arm around my waist. “I’m alright. I’ll be alright. Let Dean take care of you tonight. You need to rest, too.”
“But…” Realization dawns. “Is Kasey with you?” I vaguely remember him jumping in the ambulance before they took off, and I know he wouldn’t leave her unless she really pushed him to. But I saw it in the way they looked at each other tonight. There is something between them.
“Hi, Hannah.” Kasey’s kind rumble of a voice comes over the speaker, and I let out a sigh of relief, my shoulders relaxing and falling against Dean.
“I’ve got your girl, don’t you worry. We’ll see you both tomorrow.
” There is a hint of a smile in his voice, and any worry I’d been carrying about Mallory fades away.
We say our goodbyes and I promise to visit tomorrow afternoon before she’s released.
Dean even chimes in with his best wishes and rolls his eyes when Kasey reminds him that they are in fact going to be best friends one day.
After we disconnect, I turn into Dean’s chest and feel the weight settle back in.
The touch of his hand on my back makes me want to crawl into his arms and never leave.
“It’ll be alright,” he whispers against my hair, his beard catching on the strands as his lips move.
“I just want to forget it all.” The moment those words leave my lips, the tension from before rises between us, and I feel his arms cage me in tighter.
“I can do that.” His voice hums through me. When I can’t take it any longer, I slip out of his arms and turn towards the door of the house. I don’t get more than five paces before I hear his footsteps eat the distance between us.
“Where are you taking me?” I ask in a fit of laughter as he hauls me over his shoulder and walks the opposite direction towards the barn. The cold night air licks my skin when he flips my skirt over my ass and slaps it, hard .