Chapter 14
Kason
Shit. I shouldn’t have slept with her. Now she was going to want me to take this further, and I just couldn’t. I couldn’t give that girl what she wanted. I mean, the sex had been fucking amazing. That pussy was so tight and the skin of her ass had felt so good slapped against the palm of my hand. It had jiggled in all the right ways, and part of me had wanted to pull right out and ease into her tight little puckered hole. It had looked almost virginal, and there was something about giving her something no other man had that made me shiver with lust.
And yet she was already asking me to give her something no other man had.
But could I really do that to her? Could I really put her entire education in jeopardy just to give her a kid? I mean, I really didn’t want kids, but she sounded like that didn’t matter to her. But I couldn’t just walk away if I got her pregnant! What kind of man would that make me if I did?
Her body was so incredible, and she’d done things with her movements and her sounds that I had never thought I’d hear from little Hanna Rendon. My god, she really had transformed into a woman. My dick started to swell every time I thought about her. Sex with her had been more amazing than I’d ever thought it could be with any woman, much less her.
But if I was being honest? I’d take the chance if it meant I could have her again. I’d risk getting her pregnant if it meant I could feel the way I had felt with her. And part of me strangely wanted to give her exactly what she wanted. I mean, I wasn’t ready for a family or anything, but there was something about the way Hanna was so persistent and headstrong that made me confident about the fact that she’d really thought this through, that deep down she really did want to be a mother and she really had vetted the men she’d come across before she dove into this on her own.
I would’ve done anything for Marcus’s little sister when she was younger, but now? I’d do anything for the woman she’d grown into strangely enough. I knew getting her pregnant could ruin her chances of graduating with honors. I knew getting her pregnant could ruin her chances of finishing school in person and walking across that state to get her diploma. I knew getting her pregnant would put me in a fucking tight spot with my best friend, but something told me her parents might not be as shitty about it as Marcus would.
I didn’t trust the aftermath, but I trusted how headstrong Hanna was about this. I didn’t trust my ability to do this right, but I trusted her faith in me to give her what she wanted. And the truth was, I found myself willing to do it. After not being able to get my mind off her and not being able to take a shower without whacking one off to the thought of her pussy wrapped tightly around my dick, I slowly felt my resolve melting.
I began considering it if only to make her happy.
My buzzing phone ripped me from my train of thought, and when I picked up the phone, I saw it was Marcus.
“Hey! What’s up?” I asked.
“Wanna go to that speakeasy again tonight?” Marcus asked.
“We gonna be talking shop?”
“Not at all,” Marcus said.
“Then sign me up. I’ll be ready in a few. But you’re driving this time.”
I hung up the phone and got ready. Part of me wanted to reach out to see if Hanna wanted to go. I wanted to take her to this place just to see how she’d react to it, but I knew Marcus would flip his shit if I did. Still, there was a part of me that wanted to go out with her, actually take her somewhere and enjoy something with her.
But I logged that into the back of my mind when Marcus banged on my front door.
We cranked up the music with Marcus’s bass system and jammed all the way to the speakeasy. When we got in, I ordered us a couple whiskey sours. We took our station at the table in the corner, and Marcus wasted no time in getting to the punchline.
“You ever think about settling down?” Marcus asked.
“The fuck kind of question is that?” I quipped.
“A legitimate one!”
“Well I don’t see you settling down with anyone right now,” I tossed back at him.
Marcus smirked. “I wouldn’t be so quick to jump to conclusions.”
“Dude, don’t tell me you went back to Rhonda. Marc, you can do so much better tha—”
He chuckled. “It’s not Rhonda, dude. Stop panicking.”
“Then spill! Who’s the chick?”
“It’s not big yet. Her name’s Veeona and she’s absolutely wonderful.”
“Why the hell didn’t you tell me about her when we were bitchin’ about Rhonda earlier?” I asked.
“Because we were bitchin’ about Rhonda!” Marcus said.
“How long have you two been talking? I mean, you and Rhonda have only been done for—what, two, three months?”
“We’ve been talking for a couple months. Just taking it slow. I actually met her at a restaurant bar when I was moping over Rhonda.”
“Ah, mutual bonding over broken hearts?” I asked.
“Yeah. She was there because she’d gotten burned by her ex, and we got to talking about how shitty our exes were. We talked about all the things we wouldn’t do to our significant others that they had done to us, and we just kept meeting up for—I don’t know—vent sessions.”
I smirked. “But they’ve obviously turned into something else.”
“I took her on a couple actual dates before I came home, and yeah. I mean, the girls I dated before her were just to pass the time, which was why I was such a shitty partner to them, you know?”
“Dude, you’ve never been a shitty partner. There’s nothing wrong with dating just to date. That doesn’t mean you have permission to suck some other dude’s dick.”
Marcus grinned. “I don’t suck dick, but I get the point you’re making.”
“Good. So…spill. What’s she look like?” I asked.
“Seriously?”
“Oh, come on. I’m not talking about sexy details or anything. Is she the dark-skinned beauty you’ve always envisioned?”
A goofy smile crept across Marcus’ face, and I knew I had him. My best friend finally had it bad for someone, and the look suited him.
“You got a picture of her?” I asked.
He rummaged through his phone and found a picture of the two of them smiling together. She was sexy as hell: long black hair and a bright white smile; dark brown eyes against dark black skin; high cheekbones and a petite jawline that gave way to muscular arms that looked like they could crush you the moment you crossed her.
“She’s a full-time instructor at that massive gym a few blocks down from your business,” Marcus said.
“No shit! That place is awesome. I went there for a little while until I got lazy again, but that place was nice. What does she do?”
“She does a lot of the more intense cardio classes. She teaches all the kids’ swimming lessons and is a personal trainer.”
“Dude, don’t piss her off. She’ll kill you, and not in the ‘cut a bitch’ way.” I chuckled. “She’s beautiful, dude. Just…be careful, all right? I don’t want to see my best friend hurt again.”
“I hear ya. We’re taking it slow, but we’ve talked every evening and she seems genuinely interested in what I’m doing for you, and I’m always interested in hearing about her days, so…it’s a start.
“Hell yeah it is. In a couple years I’ll hear wedding bells, and then you’ll have to give me all the nasty details of the honeymoon.” I grinned.
“Not on your life.”
“Your parents know? You talked to Hanna or anything?” I asked.
“Nah. It’s still really early. I won’t do any of that unless I knew it’s serious.”
“But you’re hoping it will be?” I asked.
“Yeah.” He nodded. “Yeah, I think I am.”
“Good for you, Marcus.”
“Which is why I’m asking this,” he began. “Why the hell haven’t you settled down yet? I see a different woman on your arm all the damn time! Why the fuck haven’t you slapped a ring on one of them yet?”
“Because they’re airheads who happen to be good lays. They take up space and they’re warm to wake up to, but I don’t give a shit about how they color their hair or the latest handbag they have to have. What the fuck do I know about handbags?”
“Then why don’t you try dating someone who doesn’t give a shit about those things?” Marcus asked.
“Hello there, Kason Marx.”
I whipped my head up and saw my little bunny from a few nights ago. She had those same ruby red lips and the same cutoff, ass-cheek jeans, but this time she had her fake tits hanging out of a sparkling silver and black bra.
“You two want another drink?” she asked.
“Sure thing,” I said. I handed her the two cups, and she winked at me, but all I did was turn my attention back to Marcus. She stood there for a little while with a confused look on her face, so I clarified our drink order.
“I’m sorry. They’re both whiskey sours.”
The woman nodded slightly before she turned and awkwardly walked off. When I turned back to Marcus, his jaw was practically grazing the table.
“Okay, spill. Who is she and what the fuck has she done to Kason?” he asked.
“What the hell are you talking about?” I asked.
“At any other point in time, with any other woman in any other place, you’d already be gone and receiving some blowjob in the back. She was practically begging you to go with her, and you turned down those tits and those red lips just to keep talking to me? I don’t buy it.”
“Dude, I’m not feeling a blowjob,” I said.
“Bullshit. What’s her name?”
I felt like I was cornered. I knew I couldn't tell him. I couldn’t tell him that every single woman I’d ever been with paled in comparison to his little sister. I couldn’t tell him that I didn’t want any more blowjobs from other women because all I could think about was fucking Hanna’s face. I couldn’t tell him I had never come across a woman who wanted to be punished and cherished like Hanna did when we were in bed together.
I couldn't tell him there was no other woman who made me feel more like a man taking care of his good little girl than his sister had when we’d been together.
“Well, maybe I have found someone,” I murmured.
“Two whiskey sours,” the woman said. She set them down on the table and practically pressed her tits into my face. All I did was take out a bill and shove it in her cleavage before I thanked her for her service.
“Oh shit, dude.” Marcus chuckled. “You got it bad.”
“Look, Marcus, I don’t...I don’t really know what’s goin’ on with this chick. She’s a bit out of her mind, and she’s a pretty headstrong person, but I—”
I couldn’t even find the words. Marcus’s eyes were locked on my face while I tried to search for the right words that would get him off my back and me out of the lie. The truth was, I’d promised my best friend I wouldn’t fucking touch his sister, and now here I was not even wanting to sleep with other women because I'd rather have her.
I had it bad, and I was inching closer to giving Hanna exactly what she wanted just so I could have her again.
“All I know is that I don’t want to be around any other chicks. I don’t want to kiss them or have sex with them or have them give me blowjobs or whatever. I just…I just want to be with her.”
“Even though she’s a bit crazy,” Marcus said.
“Yeah. Yeah, I guess so.”
“Well, sounds like I’m not the only one who has it bad.” He grinned.
The problem was, I was scared he was right.