Chapter 8
Kason
What the fuck was she thinking?
I watched Hanna leave with her words still tumbling around in my head, and when I came to, I realized I had been staring at her ass the whole time. It was so tight and juicy. It had felt so good in the palms of my hands when I’d caught her jumping on me. Dear god, the things she was already doing to my body… I hadn’t felt anything like it since the first time I’d sucked on a pair of tits. I could still feel my erect cock in my pants, wanting to rage and come to life.
But holy hell, she wanted me to get her pregnant? She had said she wanted me to get her pregnant! What the fuck was Hanna thinking? For the love of everything holy and good, she hadn’t even graduated college yet. Apparently her mother’s bullshit about settling down and having children had only half registered. I knew Hanna was independent and strong-willed, but this was insane. Getting pregnant and then telling the father he didn’t have to be a part of the child’s life might have been a godsend for other men, but not for me. If I wasn’t working my fingers to the bone at my tech company or sinking my dick into a nice piece of ass to relieve stress and tension, I was doing whatever I could to keep my family happy and comfortable. I didn’t see them as much as I wanted to, but I loved them nonetheless. I had been raised with the idea that family was everything and that without them, you didn’t have shit.
But that kiss. Fuck, she had tasted so good, and her body had felt so sexy pressed against mine. I had felt how hard her nipples were, and the only thing I’d wanted to do was rip her shirt off and gnaw on them until they were black and blue. I wanted to make her scream with pleasure. I wanted to mark every single part of her milky skin so that whenever she went out in public, she knew who she belonged to. Her thick thighs had been soaked with her want, and I had been surprised when I’d dropped her and not felt a wet spot on my pants.
I would’ve licked her dry before ripping her in two with my cock.
I bet I could’ve convinced her to let me fuck her with a condom on. I could feed her some bullshit excuse about how it was easier for two people who were having sex with each other for the first time but promise her I’d poke a hole in it or something. Then I just wouldn’t poke the hole. There was no way in hell I was getting little Hanna Rendon pregnant, but dear god, I knew if she had one carnival ride with me, she wouldn’t give a shit if I got her pregnant or not.
I just knew her pussy was as tight as that squeeze she’d had around my waist. I would have bet anything that her juices would flow onto my tongue just as easily as my tongue could stroke them out of her. She would whimper and squeal instead of moan and groan. I could already hear her sultry voice in my mind making the most incredible sounds in bed.
She’d sound even better with her mouth stuffed with my cock.
“Dude, are you even listening?” Marcus asked.
“Huh?”
“I’m talking to you about these designs and how to rearrange the information and implement the blog, and you look entranced by something else. The ice cream man goin’ by or something?”
“Nah. Hey, let’s go sit in the kitchen and do this,” I said. It gave me a chance to walk off the last of my arousal, and I figured another pot of coffee would do this conversation some good. I glanced at how thick the folder in his hand was and knew we were gonna be here a while.
“Coffee?” I asked.
“Sure,” Marcus said.
“Still take it black?”
“Just like my women.” He smirked.
“Speaking of which, any luck with Rhonda?”
“Nah. We broke up a couple months ago.”
“Dude! What happened?” I asked. I poured us a couple cups of coffee and brought the rest of the pot over. I figured chugging some tart, black coffee would help settle my buzzing mind so I could actually talk shop with Marcus.
“Eh, she got drunk at a club and sucked some dude’s dick. Yay for me.”
I smirked. “You didn’t ask her if you could join?”
“Seriously?”
“Sorry, sorry, bad joke. But really, you okay?”
“Yeah, yeah. I mean, you can’t really expect to get too serious with a woman who cheated on her last boyfriend with you, you know? I should have seen it coming.”
“But you brought her around the last time you visited. I figured it was serious?” I said.
“Honestly? She just really wanted to come with me. She kept begging me to bring her, and I figured, why not? I mean, she was awesome to be around and she had a lot of spunk and attitude, but when I catch you suckin’ off some other guy, I can’t really kiss your lips anymore. Might just be me, but that’s not my thing.”
“Nah, Marc. It means you’re a good guy and someday some chocolate-skinned goddess with a bubble butt and a beautiful smile is gonna come through and rock your world. She’ll love you like you deserve and she’ll fuck you like you’ve only dreamed of, and maybe she’ll even call you ‘Daddy’ every once in a while.” I smirked.
He chuckled. “You are insane.”
“And you love me for it.” I grinned. “All right now…show me what you have in this folder.”
“I will in a second. But first I want to know what the hell my sister was actually doing here.”
“Marcus, she was here talking about the internship,” I said.
“Uh huh. And what exactly did you two talk about?” he asked.
“I told you earlier. I told her about the position with the psychologist, then told her she’d have more interpersonal interaction if she worked as my secretary instead.”
“I don’t know. She seemed pretty surprised when you mentioned that you’d make it a paying job,” Marcus said skeptically.
“Because you busted in on us before we got there, Marc.”
“So if I went next door right now and asked her a shit ton of questions about the internship and stuff, she’d have all the answers?” he asked.
“So far as what we’ve discussed, yes.”
“So you weren’t just trying to rip her clothes off and bend her over something real quick before I got over here?” Marcus asked.
“Dude, no. And I didn’t even fucking know you were coming over!”
“I told you we’d talk this week!” Marcus shouted.
“Yeah, but you didn’t give me a specific day!” I yelled back.
“Fair enough. But if you fuck with my sister—job or no job—you’re done for. Got it?”
“I got it, Marc,” I said. “Nothing is gonna happen between me and your sister.”
“Good.”
I held my hands up in mock surrender, which seemed to finally get him off my back. He flipped open the folder and started showing me the designs he had already sketched out. I was actually impressed. I hadn’t known he could draw to save his life, but I liked all the fresh color schemes and redesigns I saw. He had layouts done for the blog and suggested topics he wanted me to approve and deny. He even had sketches for the separate pages for every redesign he had come up with that showed me how he’d reorganize the information.
“It’s not just about looking good. It’s about putting the information in a place where it’s easy to access. You don’t want people visiting the website only to have to dig around and click four different buttons just to find out how to contact your company, but you also don’t want to give them everything in one go. You want them to poke around without getting frustrated when they can’t find what they’re looking for.”
“And you can do all this?” I asked.
Marcus grinned. “You just need to tell me which one you like the best.”
“Dude, this is the shit. What do you mean people won’t sign you on to do this stuff? I have five companies I could call right now who’d hire you in a heartbeat to do this shit!”
“Well, if they’re willing to pay the money, send ’em my way!” Marcus said.
We sat there and whittled down designs and color schemes and talked about blog topics for Marcus to start on. The whole time, there was something eating at the back of my mind. Hanna had felt nice pressed against me and my dick was ready to play. But I had just promised my best friend that I wouldn’t lay a finger on his sister, that I wouldn’t fool around with her.
The issue was, I wasn’t sure I could keep that promise.
“So, we’ve got this design with this design’s color scheme and this list of blog topics for the first three months of posts if you post bi-weekly,” Marcus said.
“Yep. Looks good to me.” I smiled.
Shit. I was in for a world of trouble.