Page 69 of See It Through

“I know what Hannah is. We don’t need to do this. You can walk away.”

He held up his hand that wasn’t holding a beer. “I’m just being friendly, bud.”

“I have enough friends,” I intoned, but he wasn’t taking the hint.

He chuckled like he amused himself. “All right. I get it. You’ll see for yourself. Girl’s gorgeous, but she’s too needy. It got suffocating after a while. But hey, you might like that.”

I wasn’t a jealous man. Had never felt particularly possessive. In past relationships, I’d trusted easily and given miles of freedom without question. Never cared too much about them having guy friends or texting their exes. Looking back, that probably said more about the state of my feelings for them than anything else. Standing here in front of Hannah’s ex, I wasn’t the least bit calm. Knowing he’d touched her and carried intimate memories of her made my blood boil. But what really drove me to the edge was the way he casually disparaged her, like I needed a warning from a man like him.

I remembered what those women had said at Joy’s the night we’d played pool. This guy had cheated on her yet had the audacity to point out her perceived flaws. Made me spitting mad.

“Heard you stepped out on her.”

He cocked his head. “I thought you didn’t talk about me. Sounds like you did.”

“Nope. That was the word around town. And not only did you step out, you didn’t have enough care or respect for Hannah to be discreet about it.”

“Nope.” He breathed a laugh, his hand raised. “No way. I may have been a dick and went somewhere I shouldn’t have, but Hannah was the one who’d brought it to the public forum. She didn’t have to put me on blast at Joy’s. And the crazy bitch definitely didn’t need to dump a beer on my head and lodge a fuckin’ dart in my ass. But she did. Right in front of half the town. If people are talking, that’s on Hannah, not on me.”

Before I could tell him he’d gotten what he deserved, Hannah came blazing up to my side, her face flushed with anger.

“I’d do it again in a heartbeat, Watt. How about you beat it before I beatyou?” she snapped.

He laughed even harder. “You’re pretty when you’re mad, firecracker. Damn, I missed you, girl. Kinda sad you didn’t stay for my ride tonight. Remember when you were my good luck charm?”

Her hands flew to her hips. “You don’t miss me. Only thing you miss is having my adoring audience. I think you know I’m not stupid enough to ever let you have that again.”

He smirked at her, and there was nothing kind about it. “Funny you think I’d want you back. Yeah, you’re pretty, but you’re too fucking much, Hannah. Always have been, always will be. Good luck to this new guy. Hope you don’t smother him too.”

“That’s enough. We’re outta here.” I hooked her around the waist and pulled her against me, meeting Watt’s beady little eyes. “You and your mustache are gonna have a nice life together, Watkins. Hope he keeps you warm at night.”

I guided Hannah out of the barn into the cool night, not stopping until I had her strapped in my truck. Once the seat belt was secure, I leaned in and covered her mouth with mine. Lips parting on a whimper, she let me in. My tongue found hers, sliding over and winding around it. Her fingers tangled in my hair, and her body arched toward mine.

I kissed her breathless, then I kissed her some more. I could’ve offered her words, let her know I didn’t agree with anything he’d said, but instinct told me to show her. There was no world in which Hannah Kelly was too much. Yeah, she was a lot, but no more than I could handle. That was because I actually liked this woman. Her strength was a turn-on, not a threat, and I was happy to hand the spotlight over to her. That way, I got to see her light up the way she deserved.

I didn’t know if I got that message across with my lips, but by the time I pulled away, Hannah was wiggling in her seat, and her lips were puffy and swollen.

Closing her door, I rounded the truck. With one hand on her knee, I drove out of the parking lot, getting us on the road home.

We were miles out of Cheyenne when Hannah’s legs fell open. With her hand over mine, she guided it up her inner thigh to the warm spot between them. There, she made me cup her over her panties. The wetness was unmistakable.

“Hannah…” I warned.

“Pull over, Remi. I need you to pull over.”

Unlike the last guy, I didn’t have any inclination to deny this woman when she was needy. The next turnout we crossed, I did exactly as she’d asked.

I pulled over.

Chapter Twenty-eight

Hannah

I think I’ve lostmy mind.

It felt like it when I vaulted across the cab of the truck to straddle Remi’s lap. But he didn’t laugh at me or tell me to slow down. Instead, he slid the seat back to give us room and braced his hands on my hips.

I wasn’t as controlled. Anger fueled me, but that wasn’t what had me scrambling with the zipper on his jeans and grasping his thick cock. It was the kiss he’d given me. How he’d handled me after god knew what Watt had told him about me. The reassurance he’d given me in his solid touch. The passion he’d fed me without me asking for either.