Page 53 of Playing it Country

“Wha–at?”

“Pants off, Case.”

Hannah drops to her knees as I fumble with my belt and then she’s dragging the material down my legs to pool at my feet.

Her lips wrap around the head of my cock as she drags the vibrator over my balls and between my legs. My hips buck at the sensation, and her eyes sparkle as she takes me to the back of the throat before repeating the same sequence again.

“It’s feels so good—oh my God, it’s intense.” I moan because every time she drags it over my sensitive skin I feel like I can’t catch my breath.

She nudges my legs wider, and I groan as I brace myself on the edge of the sink. Vibrations have me panting and cursing as she drags it closer to my hole, and while I’ve never let anyone try anything there, if Hannah asks, I’m not sure I could say no.

I’m not sure I’d want to either. Every stroke and swirl of her tongue has me on sensory overload and barreling toward release in a matter of minutes.

“I’m close. So fuckin’ close, baby.”

She hums and sucks and I shatter into a million pieces right there in the bathroom.

Releasing me with apop,she says, “That was really hot,” and stands without helping me fix my clothes. I can’t find it in me to care because I still can’t move. “Oh look”—she shakes the now immobile vibrator in my direction—“it finally died.”

Throwing it in the trash, she smiles as I drag my hands down my face. “I’ll get you a new one.”

“Won’t say no to that.” Hannah beams as she moves toward the open door.

“Where are you goin’?”

“I’m gonna go shower in your bathroom while you”—she motions to the sink—“fix that. If you hurry you can join me.” She winks and I right my clothes before tackling the leak and hustling down the hall.

22

CASE

It’s hotter than bug spray at a barbeque, and for the second time today, my gaze is pulled toward Mason. The kid is trying desperately to dig a hole with a shovel and failing miserably. I watch him out of the corner of my eye. He’s favoring his right arm, which by all accounts, is his dominant one.

“Otto,” I say under my breath and then give a subtle nod toward our new employee. His gaze darkens as he watches and then walks over to the cooler and pulls out a couple of bottles of water.

“Yo!” He tosses the first to Bodhi and then throws the next one wide to Mason and he winces as he tries to grab it.

“What happened to your arm?” I ask.

Mason’s eyes widen and he looks from me to Bodhi. Fear and uncertainty radiate from his body as he looks to his friend and brother for guidance.

“It’s nothing,” he says, and he looks every bit like a kid scared he’s done somethin’ wrong.

“Do I have to tell Mama?” I ask, and his eyes widen as he shakes his head. We’d introduced them to the family a little over a week ago, and surprising absolutely no one, they fit right in.

Bodhi and Mason had both met the infamous Flora Thayer, and Mason had taken to her like a pig to mud. Mama always made people feel welcome, but she’d taken a liking to Mason as soon as she laid eyes on him. It was like she knew he needed a little extra love—and why I knew the threat of telling her wasn’t an empty one.

Otto moves to stand next to me and places the water bottle in my hand.

“What happened?”

Mason looks at Bodhi one last time, and I can see the calculations in his head for them to have to take off again. It’s not like Hannah who chooses that life—theirs is purely survival.

“It’s an old injury. I just tweaked it moving all that mulch yesterday. It’s nothing; I can still work.”

Otto looks at me. “I’m totally tellin’ Mama.”

“I would,” I reply before turning back to the kid as I grab a freezer bag from the truck and then start filling it with ice from the cooler. “Listen, kid,”—I throw the bag at his uninjured hand and he catches it with ease—“go sit. You work hard. Your jobs aren’t in jeopardy here. We’re family and if you’re hurt you need to tell us. We’d rather you take the day—which you will tomorrow—and get better before you do serious damage to your body.”

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