Page 1 of About That Night

Chapter One

Hank Williams Young (the Williams is silent)

Two things are immediately obvious when I walk into the room at the nursing home.

The first is the reason I’m here—my grandfather, Pops. Who does look good, which is a little surprising given he’s just had hip replacement surgery. He’s alert, has color, and is sitting up in bed.

Reassured that he’s on the mend, I come to a full stop two feet into the room as I realize the second thing—Pops’ young, very female nurse has a body like a back road. Nothing but curves.

The nurse is bent over, leaning across the bed, fiddling with something behind Pops’ head. Her pants are pulled taut from the movement, and she has a body that gives me the urge to just reach out and run my hands over it.

This ass is amazing. Damn. So amazing that I’ve forgotten why I’m here for a split second.

Blonde waves tumble down over her shoulders and spill forward onto her arms as she contorts herself, all in the name of helping another human.

I could yank that hair while I shift in behind that sweet ass and…

I stop myself there.

My grandfather would slap me upside the head if he knew the thoughts running through my head, but it isn’t exactly my fault. I had walked in expecting to see a grumpy old man and was visually assaulted with a nurse fantasy. Helpful, healing, and hot? I mean, come on. That’s the full package.

Besides, I haven’t been dating. I’ve been working nonstop, and I think that’s starting to make me a little stir crazy. All work and no play is not my usual MO.

“Hey, Pops, what’s up?” I ask, setting down the bag of food I brought for him on a chair.

The nurse stands up quickly. The gesture is so aggressive that she collides with the bedside tray on wheels, sending it spiraling out, the plate of food on it rattling.

“You okay?” Pops asks her, sitting up straighter.

“Sorry,” she says, her voice low. “I’m fine.”

Then she turns, and I no longer feel guilty or surprised for being instantly attracted to her. It’s clearly muscle memory because I know this woman. I’ve been inside this woman once upon a time, when I was young and prone to impulse. I know these curves intimately. I’ve gripped that ass and ground my cock inside her while she moaned in pleasure.

“Chastity DuBois,” I say, my voice equally low as hers. “Well, you’re a sight for sore eyes. It’s great to see you again.”

I mean that sincerely. The past week has been rough, with building permits and loan issues on my restaurant, and she is a pleasant distraction. I’ve always had a soft spot—and hard cock—for this woman.

“Hank,” she breathes, before clearing her throat. She tucks her hair behind her ear and plays with the ID badge clipped to her uniform. “Hi, how are you?”

“You two know each other?” Pops asks, sounding pleased. “That’s what I love about living in a small town. There are no strangers in Porte French.”

Definitely not strangers, me and Chastity.

“Chastity went to school with Faith,” I say to my grandfather, not taking my eyes off of the nurse. And she had sex with me. Her cheeks are pink, and she isn’t looking directly at me. “She was a cheerleader.” Who had sex with me.

“No kidding? You mentioned that you knew Faith, but I didn’t know you were a pom-pom kind of girl,” Pops says to Chastity, his bushy gray eyebrows lifting up.

“She was very enthusiastic in high school,” I say, willing her to meet my gaze and acknowledge that we shared a hell of a good time. “And bouncy.”

She momentarily slips and gives me an incredulous look before schooling her features and focusing on fluffing Pops’ pillow.

“I used to spend a lot of time at the Young's,” she says to Pops. “It was the hangout house. I ran into Hank here and there.”

That was one way to put it. One night when I was out drinking with my buddies, she’d gone into my bedroom and gotten naked. I’d come home a little drunk and found her waiting for me in my bed.

Maybe not the smartest idea to hook up with my little sister’s best friend, but hell, how could I say no to that? I didn’t even have to work for it. She was just there, like being handed something unexpected and tasty and amazing. A free ice cream cone, and you can lick anywhere you want.

Now though?

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