SULLIVAN

“You’re...wow I wasn’t expecting that.”

“You’ve had more than a single one night stand so don’t be coy,” Hannah said, drinking her beer as Sullivan watched her roll out of the bed and head to the bathroom.

He lay there, spent—not even understanding what just happened.

He’d been tasked to look after Hannah Lynn Rivers—not fuck her on the first night they met.

Sullivan couldn’t even defend his actions because he was a player and a womanizer who loved sex and the thrill of wild women.

Hannah Rivers was a whole new ballgame.

“And you have a motorcycle,” Hannah smirked as she pulled on her panties and Sullivan’s shirt, much to his surprise, “That’s a bonus.”

“You’re...”

“You fucked me,” Hannah said, as she sat on the counter top and lit a cigarette, “I think that I can wear your clothes.”

“Do you?”

Hannah smiled, “You know it turns you on. Gives you those alpha male vibes or some shit.”

“Do you think that I am that type of guy?”

“Sure you are!” Hannah said, passing the cigarette to Sullivan, “I don’t usually smoke unless I’ve been drinking or fucking so now that I’m doing both...”

“You are so different from what I pictured.”

“How so? I’m not my sister’s clone, Sully.”

“I didn’t say that,-”

“You didn’t have to,” Hannah said, “I get that a lot, but I am so much more like my Aunt Dawn. Her two boys are going to school in Spain right now.”

“Older?”

“My age..twins,” Hannah said, “We’re close. I get postcards a lot from them. I’d love to go to Spain.”

“Would you really?” Sullivan was taken by this woman already. She wasn’t charming, but there was charm within—and a mystery that he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

“I would.”

“I’ve been. It’s nice.”

“The Dixon boys and their fucking money,” Hannah smiled, “Is that what it is?”

“I am not in debt, if that’s what you’re asking,” Sullivan said, “And I am not a Dixon.”

“Oh, please. You might as well be and those boys might as well be Mills.”

Sullivan was wrong about her—she’d studied him, probably while she was at work that evening.

Hannah licked her lips and put out the cigarette, taking the bottle back to the bed with her and straddling Sullivan.

“Hard again?”

“I was never soft..”

“Jesus...” Hannah pulled her panties to the side and slid down Sullivan’s shaft, “Yes...”

Sullivan let her ride him with all that she had—this firecracker of a woman that he’d met mere hours before.

“Fuck, Hannah...Yes...”

Her moans went straight to his balls and Sullivan exploded inside of her right as Hannah came, her body tensing around him.

Loins quivering, Hannah knocked the bottle of beer back and held Sullivan’s head up so he could take a swig.

“Drink up, stud..” she smirked, “We’re just getting started.”

Hannah fell asleep in Sullivan’s arms after they showered together—which was something equally shocking to him.

“I am supposed to be looking after you even though you don’t want me to.”

“I don’t care,” Hannah said, “I get what I want too, Sullivan. No worries there.”

Sullivan chuckled, “If you say so, Miss Rivers.”

“Storm’s coming,” she said, “I love them.”

“Me, too..”

Sullivan watched her dress and settle into the cozy bed, following closely behind her.

“I’m not waking up early so turn your alarms off,” Hannah yawned, “My Dad knows where I am so don’t try anything or I’ll shoot you myself.”

Sullivan watched her reach under the pillow and pull out a pistol.

“Just in case,” she said, “Good night, Sullivan.”

“Goodnight, Hannah..”

“Dream about me.”

Sullivan smirked as Hannah turned away and the sound of thunder boomed outside.

It didn’t take her long to curl up into his arms as if she belonged there.

“What am I gonna do with you?” Sullivan asked softly, stroking Hannah’s shoulder, “My little firecracker...”

“You’re terrible at this game,” Hannah said, still in Sullivan’s shirt and just her panties as they played Canasta, “I should have played for money.”

“You can’t be serious?” Sullivan watched as she shuffled the cards and tossed them into their box, “What else do you want to do?”

“I don’t know,” Hannah said, “Take me for a ride.”

“A ride..?”

“On your bike.”

Sullivan’s smile lit up the room, sending chills down Hannah’s spine—though she didn’t want to admit it.

“Where do you wanna go?”

“Just take me anywhere,” Hannah shrugged, “What does it matter?”

Sullivan sighed, “I don’t know whether or not you’re easy to get along with or a hard ass.”

“I can be both depending on my mood,” Hannah said, standing up and stretching.

Sullivan’s eyes trailed her body as she lifted his shirt, tossing it on the bed without a care in the world.

“I’m going to get dressed and then you can make me breakfast,” Hannah called from the bathroom.

Sullivan shook his head.

“Definitely a hard ass..”

“I heard that.”

“I meant for you to!”

Hannah smiled at herself in the mirror, but the little scar on her neck reminded her of that night and her happiness faded fast until Sullivan appeared in the doorway.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m just peachy,” she said, “What are you making for breakfast?”

“What if I said I wanted you?”

“Then I’d say that was my line..”

“Maybe I don’t want you..”

“Oh, I think you do, Mr. Mills..I can take you on the ride of your life—or maybe after today we can say goodbye forever and end this charade.”