Page 68 of See It Through
“I’m not on fire,” she laughed. “This band just plays all the songs I like. I will never be a person who doesn’t dance to my favorite music. It’s just not gonna happen.”
“I admire your conviction, sweetheart. I might not be a dancer, but if I’m alone in the shower, you’ll catch me belting out some tunes.”
“Remi”—she clutched the collar of my shirt— “you can’t keep something like that from me. I demand you sing to me next time we shower together.”
“Aw, Hannah.” I gave her ass a squeeze, pulling her hips into mine. “You think I can remember lyrics when you’re standing in front of me all naked and slick? Not possible.”
“You can close your eyes.” Her bottom lip poked out. “I want a serenade, Remington.”
“You tell me what you saying my full name means now and I’ll consider it.”
Taking my hand, she raised it up above our heads and twirled away from me, laughing.
“Not a chance,” she sang, whooping when I reeled her back in hard and fast, making her collide with my chest. “So rough.”
I scraped her hair from her face, aiming a smirk at her. “I heard you like me a little rough.”
Her eyes rolled, but I’d earned a smile, so all wasn’t lost. “What kind of rumors are you listening to, mister?”
“Not rumors. I was referring to how loud you scream when I spank your sassy ass.”
Groaning, her forehead knocked against my shoulder. “Good lord. Are you trying to get fucked in your truck? If you keep talking to me like that, it’s going to happen.”
This woman…my dick was thick and hard, pulsing against my zipper. There was no way she didn’t feel it prodding her belly. I bet if I lifted the hem of her dress and checked her panties, I’d find them wet. She got off on teasing me. I didn’t mind it since I’d come to discover she always followed through.
“Do you think I’d object to that, Hannah?”
“No, but I’m not done dancing yet, so stop saying sexy things to me.”
“By all means, I wouldn’t want to cut your dancing short. And that’s purely for selfish reasons. I’m enjoying watching your moves too much to want it to end.”
The crowd had gotten denser when the rodeo ended. Rowdy people pressed in on all sides, and soon, we were covered in a sheen of sweat. Hannah didn’t seem to notice or care, singing and swaying with the beat of the band like she was all alone. Well, not entirely. She kept a hand on me at all times, at the least making it clear to those around us we were together. I appreciated that since there were a number of guys giving her the eye. I wasn’t a fighter, not if I didn’t need to be, but my fists had curled a few times when someone got too close, or their eyes drifted to parts of her they shouldn’t have.
Eventually, we took a break and grabbed water from the bar. My back was against the rail, and she was leaning into my chest, facing away from me. Arm around her middle, my fingertips trailed over the thin cotton of her dress, feeling her warm stomach rise and fall with each breath.
We stayed like that for a while, relaxing with each other, listening to music, watching the world go by. Then Hannah tipped her head back and kissed the underside of my jaw.
“We should get going, huh?” she said.
“We can stay as long as you want.”
“The drive home isn’t short.” She twisted to face me. “I’m ready; I just need to use the restroom first.”
“Anything you want, sweetheart.”
I walked her to the long hallway where the bathrooms were. As usual, the women’s had a line, so I kicked back against an empty wall within sight of the door so she could find me when she was finished.
It wasn’t long before a man came to a stop in front of me. The first thing that registered when I looked up from my phone was the oversized belt buckle then the coiffed mustache. Hannah’s ex wasn’t bad looking, but he bordered so much on the side of ridiculous I questioned her taste in men.
“You’re with Hannah Kelly.” He issued this as a statement and then offered me his hand. “Watkins Simms. You can call me Watt.”
I didn’t bother shaking his hand. “Don’t think I’ll be calling you anything. We’ll be gone in a minute.”
He shook his hand out and slid his fingers along his mustache. “She tell you she was my girl?”
“Funny, we didn’t talk about you at all.”
He grinned, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “I had her for a little more than a year. Things didn’t work out, but I’ll always hold a special place in my heart for her. She’s a good girl, even if she is…a lot.”