Chapter 24
Kason
“Hello?” I asked. My phone had been ringing off the hook all damn morning, and I was pissed that it had woken me up for a third time. I’d been having quite a nice dream about little Hanna Rendon, and fuck if someone was interrupting me.
“Kason, it’s Brad.”
“What?”
“Look, I know I’m the CFO and you left me in charge for the month, but this prototype that was supposed to be sent out Monday still isn’t done being built. We need you back.”
I sat up in bed and ran a hand through my hair. I could’ve blown through the roof at that moment. Why the fuck was I finding out about this forty-eight hours after it had to be in people’s hands?
“Why am I just now hearing about this?” I asked.
“Because I put a rush on it thinking that would work, but I went to check on it this morning and they’re still projecting a finish date of as late as Saturday.”
“No. I left you in charge for a reason, Brad. Go down there and call up other workers if you have to. That fucking prototype was supposed to be sent out Monday, and me just now hearing about it is unacceptable. Get it done and get it out. Tonight.”
“Kason, we need you—”
“I’ll be back in a week. I haven’t taken any time off or a vacation of any sort in almost five years. You mean to tell me you can’t handle me being gone for one month?” I asked.
“It’s not my fault you left in the middle of a massive project!” Brad yelled.
“It would be mindful of you to remember who you’re talking to.” I glowered even though he couldn’t see me.
“Sorry. It’s just…we really need you here.”
“Well, I’m sorry, sweetheart, but I’m still on vacation. Get it done. Bring in everyone if you need to. I’ll pay them overtime. Just get it done and get it tested. Then get it in boxes and get it out. By tonight. Otherwise, the first job I’ll be having is yours.”
I hung up the phone and groaned before I flopped back onto the bed. Of course some shit like this would go down during my last week here. I was not about to sacrifice my last week with Hanna and my family unless I absolutely had to, but I knew if that prototype wasn’t out by tonight, I would have to go back.
“Such bullshit,” I whispered.
I got up and went into the bathroom to clean myself up and decided to slum it for the day. I pulled on a T-shirt and some jeans and resolved to call Hanna later and see what she was doing. She’d be a wonderful stress reliever. Maybe I could take her to dinner or something. I still had the pay negotiation for her internship, and I figured I could take her somewhere nice before having a quickie in the bathroom or something.
Or maybe we could break in my car’s back seat.
Or maybe—
“Kason! Honey! You up?”
“Coming down now, Mom!”
“Lisa and Hanna are here! Want a croissant?”
I rushed down the stairs and rounded the staircase. I saw Hanna and her mom sitting in the kitchen. I couldn’t help but smile, and mom clocked a broad grin before she handed me a croissant.
“Never seen you so excited over food before.” She winked.
“Morning, everyone,” I said. I bit into the croissant and went to sit by Hanna. She couldn’t take her eyes off me, was watching me as I came toward her. I honestly wasn’t sure why, but she seemed a little nervous.
Maybe something had upset her.
“How are you guys this morning?” I asked.
“Oh, we’re just fine, Kason. Hanna here slept in a bit, but I enticed her with food to get her up.”
I smirked. “Sounds about right.”
“Hey now. Food isn’t all that important to me.”
“Says the woman who’s on her second croissant already,” her mother said.
“You eat as much as you want,” I told her.
“Yeah, like I need anyone’s permission to do that,” she muttered.
We all talked for a bit, and mom made us all coffee, but I could tell there was something on Hanna’s mind. I wasn’t sure what, and I wasn’t sure if we’d have any time to talk about it this morning, but it solidified my intent to ask her out to dinner.
“I went to see Stacey today,” Hanna said.
“How’s she doing?” I asked.
“Much better than I would’ve thought. Apparently she and Brad are going to try for another baby here in a few weeks.”
I stared deep into the profile of her face and could tell her mind was whirling. Our mothers squealed with delight over how quickly they were recuperating, but I could tell there was more going on here. It made me nervous, but I saw pangs of guilt wafting behind Hanna’s eyes. I wasn’t sure what she felt guilty about, but it was yet another reason why the two of us needed to get some alone time to talk.
Really talk with one another.
Our mothers got up from the table and started talking while Hanna got up to go to the bathroom. She was gone for a while and it started to worry me, so when our mothers took another cup of coffee out to the porch, I went upstairs and stood by the bathroom door. I could hear her crying in there. I wanted to shove the door in with my shoulder to get to her, but I resolved to simply stand out there until I heard her clean herself up. The water was running and she was splashing it on her face. When she was done blowing her nose, she swung the door open.
And was met with the likes of me.
“Oh, Kason. Hey there.” She smiled.
“Hanna. You all right?” I asked.
“Oh, yeah. Fine. Just worried about Stacey is all,” she said, brushing off my concern. “You all right? You seemed a bit upset over breakfast.”
“Just some work shit that dropped into my lap,” I said.
“Wanna talk about it? My internship isn’t getting you in trouble, is it?”
“Hanna, I own the company. I don’t get in trouble. Other people get in trouble with me.”
“Well, I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t causing you any heartache.”
This type of talk wasn’t like Hanna. In the years I’d known her, she’d never given a shit if she’d ever gotten on someone’s nerves or was overstepping her boundaries. She was always thinking things she shouldn’t and saying things she had no business saying. It worried me that she was so abruptly censored.
“Hanna, what’s going on?” I asked softly.
“It’s nothing. Just gotta work through it I guess.”
She grabbed her head like she had a headache and then took a deep breath. She honestly looked like she was about to be sick when her eyes caught my stare.
“Are you…?” I asked.
“No. Damn it, Kason. I’m…I’m on my period for crying out loud.”
Oh. Oh, shit. Well, that would do it. That would definitely make a woman feel like shit. But I couldn’t say I wasn’t disappointed. I had some stress I wanted to relieve, and Hanna was the only person I wanted to relieve it with. I guess I’d just have to take a longer shower than I’d planned.
“Is there anything I can do?” I asked.
She sighed and closed her eyes, and for some reason, guilt still racked her system. I’d known Hanna long enough now to know what she was feeling and when. I just didn’t understand why she felt so guilty. So she was on her period. So she was worried about her best friend. That wasn’t any reason to feel guilty.
“Hanna, are you sure—”
“Would you like a blowjob?” she asked.
I was caught off guard by her question, but my dick throbbed inside my pants at the mere mention of her lips wrapped around it. The vulgarity that had poured from her lips shut down every other question that was rolling around in my mind. After the words left her lips, I grabbed her hand and pulled her down the hallway to my room. I put my finger on my lips to tell her to keep quiet when she squealed. When I slammed the door behind me and shoved her to her knees, her hands made quick work of my jeans.
“So thick for me,” she said. She pulled my cock from my pants and shoved my jeans to my knees. The way she stared at what I had to offer her was nothing short of intoxicating.
She worshipped me, and I wished to god I could’ve worshipped her in return.
“Wrap your hand around the base,” I commanded.
Her small hand wrapped around it, and my stomach fluttered in anticipation. She kissed up my length with those pillowy lips, and I stumbled backward and pressed my back into the wall. Her tongue ran along the throbbing vein protruding from my wanting cock, and when she started teasing my tip, I wrapped my fingers desperately in her hair.
“Take it all in,” I growled.
I felt her sink my cock into her warm, wet mouth, and when she hollowed out her cheeks, I had to bite down on my bottom lip to keep from grunting. Her tits pressed against my legs and her moans vibrated my cock. She worked her hand with her lips while she lapped up all I had to give. My cock leaked for her and my legs began to pull taut. She brought her free hand around to play with my ball sack that was hanging low with full need. When her tongue swirled around my tip, I felt them pull up a bit.
“Just like that.” I groaned. “God, your mouth is perfect.”
I looked down at her, and she fluttered her gaze up to mine. She looked absolutely angelic with her big beautiful eyes and her long flowing hair. Her cheeks were hollowed out and her delicate hand was working the base of my dick like it was her job. Those beautiful, perky tits stood at attention for me as she shoved them into my legs.
“Fuck, Hanna. You’re perfect,” I said.
I started thrusting faster into her mouth while I watched my dick run against her lips. Her throat closed over it as I pushed it to the back of her throat. When her arms wrapped around my legs and her fingernails dug into my thighs, I felt my balls pull up completely into my body. My legs trembled and her tongue felt so silky smooth. When I felt my orgasm crash along my body, I banged my head into the wall and tightened my grip in her hair.
“Oh, yes, Hanna. God, yes. You’re so amazing. Fuck. Hanna. Hanna. Hanna.”
Stream after stream of thick cum shot down her throat, and she gobbled me up and swallowed me down. I felt her throat contract with every swallow, and it shook my knees, sliding me to the floor until my ass hit the carpet in front of her. My legs sprawled up and she crawled into my lap. When I wrapped my arms around her, she buried her body in mine.
“You’re incredible,” I said. I ran my fingers through her hair like I always did after she put in such effort to be with me, and she sighed in contentment.
I didn’t know what was plaguing her so badly, but I was really glad that—at least for the moment—it was gone.