Page 53 of A Hurt So Good

We’re both struggling to breathe when I pull out of her. I reach down and pull her bottoms back into place before doing the same with my shorts. Arya turns to face me, her eyes glossed over from her orgasm. She looks freshly fucked, and I love it.

“I’ve never had anyone do that to me.”

“Did you like it?”

“I think so,” she smiles at me.

“Good. Then I’ll do it again.”

“Denz, we weren’t doing anything wrong,” she tells me as I grab her hand and lead her back toward the house.

“I know, but I’m a jealous man.”

“And you’re not jealous of your brothers?”

“No. That’s different,” I tell her. She shrugs her shoulders as we walk inside to see my dad standing there.

“Hey,” I say when he looks up at me.

“Hey, Denz. Have you guys thought any about working with me?”

“I have. I don’t know about the others,” I tell him.

“What do you think?”

“You know I don’t like shit handed to me, but you’re right. This wouldn’t be you handing things to me. I’d be working for it. So, in that case, I’ll do it.” The smile that crosses his face is one I haven’t seen in a long time. It’s genuine, and he’s happy. He moves toward me as I release Arya’s hand and pulls me into a hug.

“I’m glad you changed your mind. Now, if you can get your brothers to do the same, that would be great,” he tells me. When he pulls back, I nod my head.

“I think I can get them on board. Arya has been talking it up to them,” I say and glance over at her.

“I have been making it a point to bring it up every day,” she grins.

“And I appreciate that, Arya. You can make them see reason.”

“I’m trying to.”

“You’re doing well. The websites are looking absolutely amazing. I’ve already had comments on them.”

“Really?”

“Yes. In fact, you may be receiving a few emails for work,” he tells her. She smiles bigger and takes off, slamming into him. She hugs him, and he hugs her back, and for some reason, I don’t want to slit his throat for touching her, even though I already know he has a thing for her.

“Thank you so much, Jarrod.”

“It was all your hard work that did it. I wouldn’t mind if you’d like to accompany the guys to Miami to open up the new club either,” he tells her. She turns to look at me now and I nod my head. She releases my dad and slams into me, wrapping her arms around my neck.

“You wouldn’t care I was there?” she asks, beaming up at me.

“Of course not. Why would you think we wouldn’t want you there?”

“I don’t know. It’s business.”

“And? You’re our girl. You’re coming with,” I remind her. She hangs off my neck while dad smiles and turns to walk away. I lift her in my arms, and she instantly wraps her legs around my waist. I spank her ass and carry her down the basement stairs where the others are. I whisper dirty words in her ear and makeher laugh, and it’s the best thing I’ve ever heard. She must hear the buzz of the tattoo machine because her head snaps up, and she looks over at War getting a tattoo.

“What are you doing?” she squeals as she leaps out of my arms and races over to him.

“Getting some new ink. You like it?” he asks her. She stands there staring down at the artwork on his shoulder like she’s never seen a tattoo before, but then it hits me. She doesn’t have any.

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