“I’m close, Brody. Keep—I like when you talk to me.”
“Yeah?” Another thrust, even deeper. I must hit a spot she likes because Hannah gasps. Screws her eyes shut and starts to tighten around me. “Have I told you how much of an honor it is to be the oldest guy you’ve fucked? And to be the only one who can make you come like this? You joke about my age, but deep down, you know it’s because you’re scared. Scared that this is so good, you’ll never find anyone better. Who knew that under those cute skirts and ribbons you like to wear was someone who just needed Daddy to take care of them.”
I have no fucking clue what I’m saying. I have no fucking clue if she likes it, but I guess she does, because she’s falling apart. Yelling my name like I’m her goddamn savior, and I can’t last any longer. I groan, holding her in place while I spill inside her. It’s a full-body experience, and by the time I calm down, there’s sweat at my hairline. My heart is threatening to fall out of my chest, and I’m gasping for breath.
“Holy fucking shit.” I rest my forehead against Hannah’s knee, weightless. “Was that—I didn’t mean to?—”
“Perfect.” Her eyelashes flutter open. There are tears in her eyes, but she’s smiling. Touching my chin with her clasped wrists and rolling her hips, making me hiss. As if what we did wasn’t enough. As if she hasn’t splintered me into a million fucking pieces and ripped my heart out of my chest in the process. “It was perfect.”
“Hang on.” I pull out of her with a groan. I can see my cum inside her, and possessiveness rips through me when I drag my thumb through it, spreading it over her pussy. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Hannah.”
“You make me feel beautiful.”
“If I wasn’t around twenty nosy motherfuckers every day of my life, I’d take a picture of you like this. I’d have it as my phone background so I could stare at you every minute of every day. My favorite girl in my favorite place.”
“You’d probably get bored.”
“Of you? Never.”
She smiles and lifts her hands. “Will you free me, please?”
I use scissors to cut the tape. I kiss the inside of her wrists, running my thumb over the residue left behind. “Stay the night at my place?”
Hannah scoots to the edge of the desk. She touches my cheek and hums, tipping her head to the side. “I’d like that.”
It takes us a minute to get dressed. We’re both moving slow, and Hannah stops me halfway through putting my shorts on to kiss me again. By the time we make it to my place, she’s asleep in the front seat. I take her in my arms and carry her upstairs, knowing what I told her earlier was true.
I do see a future with her.
I see her everywhere I look, and if I’m going to fall in love with someone, I’m glad it can be her.
THIRTY-SIX
HANNAH
GC
Hi.
Me
Well, hi, BB. How are you?
GC
Liv has been talking my ear off about some TV show she’s watching. There are brothers involved? And a cousin?
Me
Oh, my god. Ask if she’s Team Jeremiah or Team Conrad!
GC
She says Team Conrad? Am I supposed to know what that means?
Me
You can quote Mary Kate and Ashley but you don’t know about this love triangle?!
