Page 34 of Hank

But first things first.

He took her mouth again, and worked her jeans loose, then pushed them as far as he could down her thighs before letting her mouth go and turning her around to face the car.

"What are?—"

"I need you to trust me again," he said, before taking hold of her waist, lifting, and placing her on the hood.

"Oh," she whispered, spreading her arms out while he worked her jeans all the way off and left them at his feet.

"Oh, is right," he said on a low breath, while his hands took hold of her ass cheeks and spread them wide to reveal her dark star and glistening bare pussy.

"Hank?" She squirmed in his hold as he licked his lips, ready to make a feast of her. "Please. I need you inside me.Now." She said the last on a husky, needy moan as she spread her legs wide.

"Just so you know," he said, his voice gruff as he snatched up his wallet and pulled out the condom. "As soon as I can get you laid out on a bed, Iwillbe eating that pussy." Her body visibly shuddered and pussy clenched, as he covered himself. "But until then…"

He grabbed hold of her ass, blanketed her body, and slid home.

"Yes," she groaned, as he began to move. "Harder."

He didn’t need to be asked twice. So, he drove into her over and over, fucking her as if his life depended on it—and maybe it did—while she buried her face in his jacket and made incoherent sounds of pleasure.

And dammit if he wasn’t about to come. But he needed her with him, so he reached around and found her clit with his fingers and worked it fast.

"Ahh…" Her muffled scream came as her walls clenched around him and she pushed back onto him almost as hard as he pushed into her. And then she was coming, her body shaking and fist twisted in his jacket arm beating against the hood.

Then he finally allowed himself to let go, his body tensing and mouth shut tight as he emptied himself into the condom. Maybe one day?—

"Mom?"

"Oh, no." Jo’s body tensed and pussy clenched again, nearly making his eyes cross. "Get off me."

"It’s gonna be okay," he said, pulling out of her and then helping her down to her feet.

"No, it’s not," she said, searching the floor. "Where are my…" She reached down and grabbed her jeans, then yanked them on. "Garbage can is over there. Andhurry."

He managed to get the condom off without making too much of a mess and threw it away, before pulling up his own jeans and righting his clothes.

"I’m a terrible mother." Her hands shook as she ran them down the front of her jeans.

"Are you in the garage?"

"You’re not a terrible mother," he said, trying to take her in his arms, but she was having none of it and pulled away.

"My kid could have caught us."

"But he didn’t."

"Is that Dr. Lawton’s truck?"

"I…" She gave him one last, stricken look, then rushed to the door, only managing a quick, "Bye," as she escaped inside.

"Hey, baby," he heard, right before the door slammed shut.

It might as well have been his heart.

This is Jo. Come to my house. We need to talk.

Hank stared at the text again, then back at the house, before his gaze wandered to the closed garage door. After last night, they still hadn’t discussed anything like exchanging phone numbers. She’d bolted too soon. Again. So, how did she get his cell?

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