Chapter 28
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
ROWAN
Ihaven’t come in my boxers since before Asher was born, and yet Hannah spends one night between us, and she’s got me breaking my streak.
The way she clung to me, her body trembling with need, the way she allowed me to be her safe place as she ground down on my cock, was all it took to take me over the edge with her.
Add that to the fact that I haven’t fucked another woman since the first time I saw her, and I was a goner.
It wasn’t a conscious choice not to sleep with anyone while I waited for a time when we could make her ours. It just came naturally.
No one piqued that same interest, and I found I was happier with my own hand than with the idea of touching someone else.
Asher tried to fuck Hannah out of his system for a while, but it was a pointless task that he eventually accepted the same way I had.
There was only one woman who could give us what we needed, and in the meantime, we were more than capable of taking care of ourselves.
Asher is just the lucky motherfucker who got to have her first, who had months to fuck her, to explore every inch of her sweet body, to learn what drives her crazy.
“See what you do to me, Hannah?” I murmur against the shell of her ear. “Your pretty pussy made me come in my pants.”
Her cheeks heat, and she buries her face deeper in my throat.
Asher disappears into the bathroom and returns a moment later with two washcloths, one that he tosses to me, and the other that he uses to gently clean up our girl.
When he’s satisfied, he crawls up the bed and drops down next to us, his head resting in his hand. “You okay, Little Doe?”
She nods.
“Words, Hannah,” I remind her.
“Yes, I’m okay.”
“Good girl.” I brush my hands down her back, reveling in the feel of her bare skin beneath my palms.
“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.