Chapter 25
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
ROWAN
I’ve dreamed of this moment for years. Now it’s here, and I don’t know how I ever lived without it.
Hannah sleeps peacefully between Asher and me, her chest rising and falling as she lets out soft, adorable snores.
Every woman who came before her annoyed me when we slept side by side, but, of course, my girl is the exception to the rule.
She always is.
At some point during the night, she turned, and now her head rests on my chest, her breath whispering across the tattooed skin, and I can’t help but stare at her.
I have been for the last two hours, so why bother stopping now?
“She’s cute when she sleeps, huh?” Asher rolls onto his side and presses a kiss to her bare shoulder.
I nod, not wanting to wake her with a response. Because when she wakes up, there’s a chance she’ll try to leave again, and there’s only so many times we can stop her.
He glances over us at the time, his brows rising into his hairline. “It’s eleven?”
I nod again. I’ve never slept this late. I’ve never even stayed in bed past seven, and that’s only if I had a particularly late night. But finally having Hannah sleeping beside me allowed me to rest in a way I never have.
Even before I had the pressure of being a single father resting on my shoulders, my home life was so volatile, it wasn’t safe to fall into a deep sleep.
But now everything I care about is in this room.
The rest of the world could burn, and I wouldn’t care as long as I had my son and our girl.
“You won’t wake her,” he tells me. “She’s a deep sleeper.”
“I’m just soaking up this moment,” I reply, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
Even if we convince her to stay, it’s unlikely she’ll crawl into bed between us again, at least for a little while.
Her mind is too at odds with the situation for her to give in to what she needs.
What she really needs is to submit. She needs someone to take away her thoughts and worries and allow her to just exist, but trust is needed for that, and that’s one thing we’re short on right now.
“Do you have to go out today?” he asks.
“No, Kovu is going to cover for a few days.”
“He’s going stir crazy since the Syndicate stepped away, huh?”
“You have no idea.” I chuckle. “They all are, and they’re driving Camilla crazy. Especially now she’s pregnant.”
“Oof, I’m surprised she hasn’t stabbed any of them.”
I smirk. “I didn’t say she hasn’t.”
He barks out a laugh, which stirs the sleeping beauty between us. As much as I want to hold on to this moment for as long as I can, I know how much Hannah hates to waste the day sleeping, and we have much to discuss.
She shifts the leg she has thrown over mine and pauses when she brushes my very hard cock. The poor guy hasn’t known a moment of peace since we slipped into bed.
Hannah blinks up at me through thick lashes, but as sleep falls away, the memory of everything we revealed returns, and she immediately tries to roll away from me.
Unfortunately for her, Asher and I move at once, trapping her between us before she can escape.
I press my hard cock against her, making sure she feels every inch of how she affects me, and her eyes dilate slightly.
As much as her mind wants to deny it, her body is just as desperate as mine is.
“Good morning, Hannah,” I murmur as Asher trails kisses along her shoulder. “I spent years dreaming of waking up with you in my arms, but my imagination paled in comparison to the reality.”
A shiver moves through her body, but there’s no way she’s cold. No, she’s turned on despite herself, and the way her brows dip in annoyance at her body’s reaction to us is so fucking adorable I can’t help but move closer, pressing a kiss to her temple.
“I need to get up,” she whispers.
“Not yet,” Asher replies. His hand trails along her hip and slips into the waistband of her panties.
When she hisses out a breath, I know he’s found what he was looking for.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so wet for us. Did your pretty cunt like being pinned between us all night?”
“No.” Her voice trembles.
“Liar.” I chuckle. I drag my fingers along her shoulder and down her chest, pinching her peaked nipples through the soft sports bra until her breath hisses through her teeth.
“She just gushed for us,” Asher tells me.
“Mm, our girl does love a little pain, doesn’t she?”
A soft moan escapes her throat as she shifts against our ministrations.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful, Hannah.”
She blinks up at me, emotion swirling in her eyes alongside the need.
“Will you submit to us, Little Doe? Will you let us show you how good it can be to be ours?”
Asher barely gets through his question before she’s nodding, her body desperate to be dominated.
“We’ll take care of you, Hannah. You can always hand over your worries to us,” I promise her. There are so many moments I’ve imagined since Asher and I concocted this plan all those years ago, but more than anything, I’ve wanted to be her safe place.
She may not be ready to hand it all over yet, but when she is, I’ll be more than happy to take everything from her shoulders.