Page 167 of The Way I Hate Him
I kiss her neck and then release her, but not before she gives me the most sultry stare down of my goddamn life.
“Don’t do that,” I say, pointing my finger at her.
“Do what?” She smirks as she hands me another potato sack.
I open it wide and reply, “Look at me like you would have no problem dropping to your knees right now and sucking my dick.”
“I wouldn’t.” She bats her lashes, and I shake my head.
“Jesus Christ.” I stare up at the ceiling as she puts the clothes into the sack. “You know, I have no problem tossing you over my shoulder and dragging you out to my SUV. I might not fuck you in your sister’s bedroom, but I have no problem fucking you in my car.”
“Mmm, that sounds like fun.”
“Stop it,” I playfully yell at her, causing her to laugh.
“A little testy today, are we?”
“I’m trying to be good, Hattie. You’re making it hard.”
“Making your penis hard?” She smirks when she finishes with another pile.
My nostrils flare at her. “Keep bending over in those spandex shorts, and it’s going to be really hard.”
“Oh really?” She leans over to pick up a shoe off the ground but keeps her eye on me while her ass is directed right at me. “You mean, bending over like this?”
I set the potato sack down and move toward the bedroom door. “I’m out of here.”
Her cute laughter bounces through the room as she grabs my hand and tugs me back. “You’re not going anywhere. Now be a good boy, work hard, and if you’re lucky, I’ll reward you in the end.”
“I’m holding you to that,” I say as I smack her ass. The snap of the sound is exactly what I need to hold me over.
* * *
“Storage?”I ask Hattie as she sifts through a box from under Cassidy’s bed.
She looks up at the photo albums in my hand. “Are those from our childhood?”
“Yes,” I answer.
Hattie nods. “I’m sure Mac would want to look at them one day. Cassidy put them together. I remember her working hard on them one summer, and she showed our dad, and . . . well, he told her it was a huge waste of time. She didn’t think so, though. And I’m glad she didn’t. Now Mac will get to enjoy her hard work.”
“And you too,” I say as I put the albums in a plastic container.
After sifting through the closet and dividing the clothes up, I told Hattie we should pick up some plastic containers for anything she wants to store in the attic for Mac later on. That way they’ll hold up well over the years. She agreed, and we made the short trip to a Walmart about twenty-five minutes away. We ate sandwiches, listened to some music, her choice—she went with the best of Heart—and then we came back to the house where we’ve been delicately sifting through Cassidy’s memories. And with every new thing we find, Hattie seems to be growing stronger and stronger. I think I expected her to be sad this entire day, but it seems going through everything is therapeutic for her.
“Okay, these are all photos as well. I’m going to put this shoebox with the photo albums.” Hattie hands me the box, and I put it with the albums. “One more shoebox.” She wiggles under the bed and pulls out one last shoebox. She flips the top open once she sits up and then gasps out loud, shutting the shoebox quickly. A smile cracks over her face as she looks up at me.
“What?” I ask.
Still smiling, she turns the shoebox toward me, flips it open, and shows off a box full of sex toys.
“Holy shit,” I say as she closes it. “Wait, was that a picture of Abel?”
“What?” she nearly screams and turns the box toward her. She flips it open and looks around. “I don’t see a picture of him.”
“I know, I was just kidding.”
“Oh my God!” She shuts the box and kicks it across the floor. “You almost made me dig through my sister’s sex toys.”
