“What’s that?”
She slips her hands under my shirt and then rubs against the front of me. My entire body perks up.
“Mhmm. Mhmm. Tell me more,” I say as I walk us backward out of the kitchen, holding her against me. I call to the guys, “Let’s play poker in a bit. I’m feeling lucky tonight.”
Their laughter dies off as I turn the corner, dragging Hannah down a hallway and into the downstairs bathroom.
I shut the door and then flip on the light. Hannah hops up on the vanity and grabs a fistful of my shirt.
“You’re so sexy when you’re being nice to my sister.”
I chuckle as her palms stretch out over my stomach and move, caressing every inch of my chest, sides, and then lower.
“I like Wren,” I tell her honestly. “She’s your family and I know how important that is to you.”
“Family is everything.” Her mouth finds mine and she kisses me with all the pent-up longing I feel in my gut.
That niggling worry that I’m holding a grudge against my family when there’s a chance it could be fixed is back, but before I can stew in it, Hannah’s unbuttoning my jeans and working the zipper down.
She pushes my pants and boxers down just far enough that she has room to wrap her hand around my cock.
Heat courses through me as she works me over in a tight, steady rhythm. I slant my mouth over hers, kissing her deeper and sweeping my tongue in to taste her. I’m so fucking gone for this girl. If what I felt for her on day one was love at first sight, then whatever I’m feeling now hasn’t ever been documented by humanity. It’s love and obsession and respect and admiration. She’s everything. Just knowing she exists changed my life. But being with her like this, I’ll never recover.
I pull her to the edge of the counter. My mouth leaves hers but only to lavish her gorgeous neck with attention. She sighs and tips her head to give me better access.
I’m already close and I haven’t even touched her yet. That won’t fucking do. I squat down, push her legs apart, and bite her over the seam of her jeans.
“Oh, fuck.” Hannah arches into my mouth.
I do it again while popping the button and then as I stand tall, lift her off the vanity long enough to push her jeans and black panties down.
“Goddamn you’re beautiful.”
She flushes and aims a coy smile at me.
“I didn’t bring any condoms.” I lift my gaze to scan the bathroom, but even without going through the drawers I highly doubt Nick has condoms lying around where Aidan could find them.
“It’s okay. I’m on birth control and I’ve been tested. If you’re good, then…”
“I’m good. I’ve been tested recently too and there hasn’t been anyone but you since we met.”
“You mean since Vegas?”
“No, Hannah. I mean since the day we met.”
She lets out a small huff of disbelief even as I see the truth register on her face. “You’re unbelievable in all the best ways.”
Grinning, I turn her so she’s facing the vanity. She looks back at me over one shoulder.
I nudge her feet farther apart and drop a hand between her legs. “You’re drenched, wife.”
“Because my husband is hot as fuck and says sweet things.”
My fingers drag over her slick pussy, then I bring them to my mouth and lick them while she watches me in the mirror. “You taste like mine.”
“I am yours.” She arches back into me like I have everything she wants. God, I want that to be true. Whatever she wants. Whatever she needs. I want to give it all to her.
I guide the head of my dick to her entrance. Her eyes flutter closed as I push into her.
