“How does the plug feel? Not too big?” Asher asks.
“It’s big.” She shifts against my chest, but I hold her in place, not ready to let her go just yet. Will allowing her out of my arms ever not feel like tearing my own skin from my body?
Asher chuckles, brushing his fingers down her cheek. “We need to prepare you to take us.”
Her cheeks heat. God, she’s so fucking pretty.
I press a kiss to the top of her head, taking another moment to breathe her in.
It’s probably going to take a while for me to process the fact that she’s finally mine, especially because once she’s come down from her orgasm high, she’s going to try to leave again.
If there’s one thing she took from her shitty childhood, it’s how unworthy she feels of love. That’s what happens when the people who are supposed to nurture you do the exact opposite. It’s going to take more than words to convince Hannah that we aren’t going to let her down the way everyone else in her life has.
We’re off to a rocky start, but if we can just show her how good things could be if she let herself be loved by us, she’ll realize everything we’ve done was for her.
“Let’s get you some breakfast, and then you can do some work.” Asher rolls off the edge of the bed, tugging a pair of sweatpants up his thighs.
“Oh, my work stuff is at my apartment.”
“I brought it with me last night.”
She opens her mouth but quickly snaps it shut again, annoyance bleeding into her eyes.
Like I said, the post orgasmic haze was only going to last for so long.
“We need to talk about you breaking into my apartment.” She scowls.
“It’s not breaking in when you use a key.” He shrugs, disappearing into the hallway before she can argue further.
Something tells me life will never be boring now that our girl is where she belongs. We just have to make sure she stays.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
HANNAH
These fucking men.
I roll off Rowan, hissing out a breath when the plug in my ass shifts with my movement.
Sweet baby Jesus, it feels huge.
Once I have my bearings and I’m almost certain it’s not going to fall out, I locate the sweater Rowan stripped from my body in the middle of the night and tug it on, all while his intense gaze follows my every move.
Rowan’s bare chest is on display, and I allow myself a moment of weakness to take him in.
I’d be lying if I said I never crushed on him, because I did.
How could I not?
When your stepfather looks the way Rowan does, it would take a saint not to appreciate him. But it was wrong. It’sstillwrong.
If my family found out what I’ve done, they’d lose their minds.
Thank God Asher always had a reason not to meet him, even if at the time I was annoyed.
“Are you going to get up?” I huff.
Rowan chuckles, the corners of his eyes crinkling with a rare smile. “Someone made me come in my boxers, so I need to clean up.”
