“Alright,” he says, releasing my hair and gripping my hips with both hands before pulling out and sliding back in. “I’m about to fuck you hard and fast, you got that?”
Nodding, I groan against my palm, feeling every delicious inch of his cock.
“You gonna be quiet for me?” Happy asks with a knowing smirk, pumping harder with every thrust.
I nod again, my eyes rolling back as his length grazes my overly sensitive G-spot, the room alive with the sounds of panting breaths, stifled whimpers, and wet skin slapping against wet skin.
Happy wraps an arm around me, pulling me up so that my back is to his chest, his dick hitting me at a new angle that lights me up from inside. I reach around, linking my arm around his neck, holding on while he fucks up into me.
“Look at you,” Happy mutters, lips pressed to the curve of my neck, his eyes piercing in the reflection of the mirror. “Look how fucking perfect we are together.”
I press my lips together, clamping down on another moan when Happy’s hand trails down, fingers strumming my over-sensitive clit.
“You ready to admit we’re more than just frenemies with benefits, Baby Draper?” he gruffs, pumping into me, each thrust more determined than the last. “That you like me for more than just my beautiful dick?” He sucks my skin, making me hiss out a breath before soothing the sting with his tongue. “That you and I are kind of fucking perfect together?”
I tug blindly on the longer lengths of his hair, grinding my ass back, trying to get him deeper, harder, feeling the coil in the pit of my belly tighten yet again with another impending release.
“I want you, Hannah,” Happy says my name in a way that momentarily pulls me from the moment, his low voice full of such raw, unadulterated sentiment. “I want you to be mine.”
I can’t form words. I know what I want to say—needto say—but it’s all too much at once—his cock, my pussy, his words, my heart, mind, body, and soul. One big sensory overload. Words are not wording.
“Will you be mine?” Happy asks through a groan, hitting me harder, even deeper.
“Yes,” I answer with a gasp, left breathless when another orgasm crashes through me, obliterating me from the inside out. “Yes, yes,yes?—”
Happy silences me, closing his mouth over mine and kissing me hard and deep, his own orgasm taking over as he stills and shudders. I feel his cock pulse inside of me, and it only prolongs my own release. A low, nearly feral groan rumbles from the base of his throat and into our kiss, and I accept it with a satisfied, dazed grin, knowing that it’s all because of me.
When we come down, Happy pulls away from me, staring into my eyes with an unreadable expression on his handsome, thoroughly fucked face.
“What is it?” I manage through my breathlessness.
“No takebacks, Baby Draper,” he says cryptically.
My brows furrow as I process his words, but then when I realize what he’s referring to, my heart swells, and a smile pulls at my lips. I shake my head. “No takebacks.”
Happy kisses me again, slowly and easily, with so much emotion I feel it in my bones. But then, carefully, I feel him pull out of me, and I gush all over my legs, tearing my lips away from Happy’s and looking down when I remember my pants are still around my ankles and sufficiently ruined.
“My leggings are covered in our cum,” I whisper, gaping at him incredulously. “I have no pants!”
Happy just chuckles in that low, sexy way he does so well.Cupping my jaw, he presses another soft kiss to my lips, murmuring, “Don’t worry. I got you, baby.”
He kisses me again, pulls up his shorts, kisses me once more, and then quietly exits the room, leaving me alone. And I don’t know what he’s talking about, or what he’sgot, but I trust him wholeheartedly. And, within a few minutes, he’s back with a bundle of gray clutched in his big hand.
“Put them on and I’ll go toss your cum-soaked panties in the wash,” Happy says with a smug grin, crouching down to collect my soiled leggings and thong.
I unfurl the bundle of gray, smiling at a pair of Happy’s sweatpants, and I pull them on, having to roll them at the waist a couple of times.
“Fuck, Baby Draper.” Happy groans, pressing up against me from behind, meeting my eyes in the reflection of the mirror as he clamps my earlobe between his teeth with a low growl. “Seeing you in my clothes really shouldn’t affect me like this.”
My brows tug together when I feel something. “Are you hard again?”
He snickers. “Baby, I will never not be hard when it comes to you. Get used to it.”
I press my lips between my teeth in an attempt to stifle my shit-eating grin, but it’s pointless. Happy makes me happy. And I need to remind myself that that’s totally okay.
CHAPTER 31
HAPPY
