“Can you make a salad?” I quirk a brow.
“The best damn salad you’ve ever had,” Hannah responds in a way that makes me think she’s not talking about salads at all.
I bite back a smirk. “No doubt…”
“Ew, I hate salad!”
Hannah and I are pulled from our moment, both of us looking at Lucky as she grimaces, causing us to laugh. And this moment right here, in my kitchen on a rainy Sunday, a beautiful woman by my side, my kid making us laugh—this is corny as fuck, but my God, does it feel good. I imagine this is what it’d be like having a family.
I tap Hannah on her shoulder and she startles, glancing back at me. I hold a finger to my lips, and her eyebrows knit together in obvious confusion as she looks down to where Lucky is fast asleep on the couch cushion with Toast Malone sprawled outlong-ways in front her like a body pillow twice her size,KPop Demon Huntersplaying on the television.
After dinner, we moved to the cinema room upstairs and built a fort, which Toast Malone’s hefty, uncoordinated frame quickly demolished, so we settled on the sofa instead and put the movie on.
Moving slowly, cautiously, Hannah pushes up from the sofa and tip toes carefully around to where I’m standing, looking up at me curiously. I flash her a mischievous grin, snagging her hand in mine before pulling her with me.
“What are we doing?” Hannah whispers once we make it out onto the landing.
I spin around and gently shove her back against the wall, pinning her body with mine. “I’ve needed to kiss you all fucking day,” I murmur against her lips before slowly and forcefully sliding my tongue inside her mouth and making her whimper.
Hannah’s hands find their way into my hair, tangling into the longer lengths and holding me against her as I claim her with a kiss. I trail my hand down the curve of her hip, wrapping around her thigh and lifting it so that I can nestle between her legs. And when I grind my hips, purposely pressing my hard dick against her pussy, she moans into our kiss, and I smirk like the cocky bastard I am.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Hannah pants out as I pepper kisses down the column of her throat, moaning when my tongue swirls around the pule point at the base of her neck. “Lucky might wake up.”
“She’s fast asleep with her new bestie,” I murmur against Hannah’s skin. “And, besides, as needy as I am right now, how desperate I’ve been for your cunt ever since I watched you fuck your dildo the other night, sadly I don’t think I’ll last long at all.”
Hannah flashes me a devious smirk. “You better at least make it worth my while.”
“Challenge accepted.” I grin.
CHAPTER 30
HANNAH
Happy takes my hand in his and leads me to another door, opening it to a small half-bathroom with a toilet, a small vanity, and the most outrageous, dizzying wallpaper I’ve ever seen. Pulling me inside, he closes the door and locks it before pushing me back against it and crowding me, one of his muscular arms planted above my head as he stares deep into my eyes.
“I need to be inside you, right fuckin’ now,” he gruffs, his breath hot against my lips.
He kisses me with the kind of fierceness that steals every last breath. And wow. A desperate, needy Happy Slater is everything I never knew I wanted.
As his tongue licks into my mouth, I suck on it playfully, causing him to groan. He pulls away, his eyes flaring dark and full of warning, and my pussy clenches in anticipation.
Happy lowers, pulling my leggings and thong down with one swift tug and, glancing up at me through his thick lashes, the ghost of a menacing smirk curls his lips. He reaches out and scissors his fingers, opening me to him and, without warning, he lurches forward and closes his mouth over me, dragging his tongue up my slit before sucking my clit between his lips.
“Oh, fuck!” I cry out, slapping a hand over my mouth a second too late.
Happy sniffs a laugh as he continues teasing my clit with his tongue with not quite enough pressure, like he knows exactly how crazy it makes me. I desperately want to wrap my legs around his head, but my pants remain around my ankles, binding me.
“Fuck, I’ll never get over how goddamn sweet you taste, Baby Draper,” he murmurs against my pussy, eating me like a man starved as he slides two thick fingers inside of me.
“Oh my God!” I groan into my palm when he finds my G-spot and starts to rub at it while lavishing my clit with barely-there licks. My core aches with the desire for more, despite my orgasm quickly closing in. I didn’t realize how much I needed to come until this very moment.
Tearing at Happy’s hair, I hold him against me, whimpering into my hand, my legs fighting against the restraint of my leggings, thighs quaking as his fingers tap my G-spot, edging me closer and closer to the point of no return. But right as I begin to crest, he pulls away from me, leaving me gasping for breath and gaping at him incredulously as he stands, his cheeks flushed, lips and chin glistening from my arousal.
“Sorry, Baby Draper, but I’m about to come in my fucking pants,” he apologizes half-heartedly, shoving his shorts and boxer briefs down, his beautiful cock springing free between us. “I need you.”
Spinning me around so I’m pressed up against the counter facing the mirror, Happy presses a rough kiss to the back of my neck, his dark eyes finding mine in the reflection.
“Do you trust me?”
