Chapter 7

chapter

seven

Hannah

I don't know what I interrupted when I get back to the rest of them, but Joy is teared up and the look Colton gives me is so intense it's makes my steps slow.

"What did the babysitter say?" Joy asks.

"She wanted Abby to just stay the night. The girls are having fun and convinced they're having a big-girl sleepover. Lana even made them face masks with oatmeal and mushed up bananas."

"That sounds like so much fun," Joy says.

"Who knew a twenty-one year old single mom would turn out to be the best babysitter?" Eli says.

"I've returned the favor a couple of times for her and in some ways Abby is easier when she has a playmate."

"So that means you're free tonight?" Joy asks.

My heart pounds at her question and I feel the heat from Colton's body sitting next to me. He's not touching me, not even looking at me as much as I can tell. But he's here. Close enough to touch. And I want to.

"Yeah, I guess that is what that means," I say. I look at Colton.

"Gross," Eli mutters under his breath. "Can we go home now?"

"Had enough of your bachelor party, old man?" Colton asks him.

"I'm going to say this once, so listen carefully," Eli says. He pats Colton's shoulder as he stands up. "Thank you, man."

Colton nods, huge grin on his face. It's not boastful or arrogance, no, that is pure preening pleasure. He idolizes my brother. I don't know why I didn't see it before. I'd thought he'd come to that book signing to taunt him. But that hadn't been it at all. All those jokes about him being Eli's best friend? They weren't jokes so much as wishful thinking.

"Anytime," Colton says.

"See y'all tomorrow," Joy says. "Have fun." She waggles her eyebrows as she walks by.

"Do you want to go somewhere?"

"Do you want to come home with me?"

We speak simultaneously.

He swallows visibly. "I'd love to."

I nod and we both stand to leave. This time I grab his hand. I survived the last one-night with him, I can survive another. Then when the wedding is done, he'll go back to his fancy life in the big city.

Tonight though I can enjoy him. Because I'm tired of second guessing myself. I'm tired of being afraid to risk feeling anything. Even if it's only for tonight, I want this. I want him.

We get outside and he leads me to the car he's rented since I rode here with Joy. Then he's pressing me against the passenger door.

"I missed you," he says. Then he's kissing me. And I practically climb him as I try to wrap myself around him.

"Fuck, Hannah."

"Yes, let's fuck Hannah. But we should get to my house so I don't get arrested the night before my brother's wedding for public indecency."

He opens the door and practically tosses me inside the SUV, then races to the other side and fires up the engine. I give him step-by-step directions and we don't touch or talk about anything else the entire ten-minute drive to my house.

But when I get my front door unlocked, I practically attack him. "I missed you too. I missed your mouth," I tell him.

"Here or bedroom."

"Bedroom. Upstairs on the left."

He puts his shoulder into my stomach and lifts me, then jogs up the stairs. Jogs up the stairs! With me on his shoulder like he's Thor or something. I somehow manage to shimmy out of my sweater while I'm hanging upside down, and I just drop it on the floor in my bedroom.

He stops and sits on the bed, pulling me onto his lap. And his mouth and hands are everywhere. He unhooks my bra with one hand like a damn magician. I swear when he sucks on my nipples I could come just like this. It's like there's a line between that and my clit. I writhe on his lap, trying to get some friction on my pussy.

Then he stops suddenly and stands me up. "Take off the rest of your clothes." He's already whipping off his shirt and toeing off his shoes, then his jeans are undone and he's naked and laying in the center of my bed like he belongs there.

I stare at him for a moment before I jump into action and strip. He's already seen me naked so I'm not feeling the anxiety I was last time. Plus, his enormous erection proves that he likes what he sees.

"Come here." He crooks his finger at me and I think I come just a little.

I crawl up his body feeling sexier than I ever have because the way he's looking at me—like I am the most beautiful, desirable creature he's ever seen—is everything. When we're face-to-face, I kiss him. We're like long-lost lovers, reunited after years apart. Except that's not who we are.

Still kissing Colton feels more real and more right than anything has in such a long time. We stay like this for a long time. Just kissing, touching each other's faces. Whispering sweet words that I want so desperately to be real. Like how much he missed me. How much he wants me. How beautiful and amazing I am.

"Get up on your knees," he tells me.

So I do, then he scoots his body down so his face is right between my legs. I'm on the verge of protesting until he pulls me down to his mouth.

That first lick nearly tears me apart.

"Colton, I'm already so close."

"I've missed the taste of your sweet pussy." Another lick, then he's twirling his tongue around my clit.

I close my eyes and focus on the sensations. My climax builds and I know I'm rocking on his face and I do not care. And when I shatter, I'm pretty sure I squirt a little on him. Don't care about that either.

I shift down his body and impale myself on his glorious cock.

"Baby, not that I don't love you like this, but I don't have a condom on," he says.

Love me. Please love me.

The thought comes unbidden to my mind, but I push it away.

"I'm on the pill," I gasp instead.

Then I push all thought aside and I ride him. His hands cup my boobs and flick my nipples. And I watch the play of muscles in his amazingly sculpted torso. The tribal black ink scattered over his body. The perfect six pack of muscles and the smattering of black hair.

"You're so beautiful," I tell him.

He gives me a smile.

"You're the one who's beautiful. Look at you up there riding my dick like you're my queen. Yeah, baby. Fuck you feel good. So wet and slick and tight." Then he flips me and I'm on my back and he's braced himself above me. He bends one of my legs and the angle of his thrust changes and he's hitting my g-spot with every press. He thrust in, hits my g-spot, pulls back and slides against my clit. It is the perfect choreography to make me completely come apart.

When I do, it's the orgasm to end all orgasms.

"Fuck, Hannah!" he growls as he comes inside me.

Only tonight, I try to remind myself. But I know it's too late for my heart. It's already fallen.