Chapter 38 Hannah
HANNAH
Istartle awake, sucking in a gasp, my eyes flying open. I must have been having one of those dreams that I didn’t realize was a dream until right now, as I stare up at the ceiling, momentarily wondering where I am, what day it is, and whether I’m dead or not.
Sitting bolt upright, I scan my lavish surroundings and it finally dawns on me that I’m in South Carolina, in a hotel, and that Happy never sent me a FaceTime request like he said he would.
I rub my tired eyes, and the dull ache in my head reminds me that I drank possibly one too many cabernets last night.
It also reminds me of the reason why I consumed a few too many drinks; my father knows about Happy and me.
I toss the duvet off and reach for my phone on the nightstand, finding a text from both Fran and Millie telling me that my dad knows—amazing, thanks for the update girls—and one from my mother telling me not to be late to the venue.
But there’s nothing from Happy and nothing from my father, and I don’t know which one unsettles me most.
Happy cannot be pissed about Peter. Surely not. I mean, the guy is a walking, talking red fucking flag. Not to mention he will be my stepbrother in a matter of hours. Ew.
My father on the other hand…. The fact that he hasn’t reached out to me to question my so-called relationship status with Happy is low-key concerning because he’s stewing on it, and when he stews on something, it festers until eventually he explodes.
“Fuck.” I groan, massaging my temples while reading my messages.
Instead of dealing with my problems like an adult, I decide to order almost everything available on the room service menu so I can rot in bed until it’s time to get ready for the stupid-ass wedding.
Forcing myself up and into the bathroom to pee, brush my teeth, wash my face, and pop on some cooling eye mask patches, I walk back out into the room right in time. My tummy rumbles in anticipation at the knock on my door.
I unlatch the dead bolt and pull open the door, but instead of a top-hat wearing hotel attendant pushing a room service cart, I’m met with a backwards ball cap wearing Happy Slater carrying an overnight duffle and a suit bag.
It takes a few seconds for me to process what is actually happening right now.
For a moment, I can’t help but wonder if maybe I’m still asleep and this is one of those scary, realistic, alcohol-induced dreams. But then Happy invites himself in, drops his bags on the floor with a thud, and grabs me around my waist, pulling me flush against him before claiming my parted lips with a kiss that seems to bring me back to life.
When I realize that I’m awake, and Happy is really here, in South Carolina, kissing me, I’m forced to pull back, gaping up at him with an undoubtedly incredulous look on my face.
“What are you doing here?” I search his face, reaching up and touching it, just to make damn sure he’s real.
Happy chuckles. “I flew down here to see you.”
My eyes flit between his, my brows knitting together. “W-why?”
His hands on my waist gently squeeze me, ducking his head and grazing my lips with a murmured, “Because I missed you.”
A shiver lights up my spine from his words and his closeness, but I pull back again, offering him a dubious look because suddenly it all makes sense. “Did you fly down here because you were worried about Peter?”
A sheepish smile ghosts his lips, but he conceals with a dismissive laugh. “Pfft, no!”
I arch a brow.
Happy rolls his eyes. “Fine. Yes. But also… like hell I was going to let you wear that red fucking dress without me around to fight off any fucker who even looks in your direction.”
I cock my head to the side, biting back a smile. “Well, you should know by now that I can look after myself, but… I’m not going to pretend that you flying down at the last minute to defend my honor isn’t all kinds of hot.”
“Yeah? You like me all possessive, Baby Draper?” Happy says, his voice turning low and gravelly, hitting me right in the pussy.
I bite down on my bottom lip, stifling my smile and nodding.
With a roguish grin, Happy crouches down, lifting me up off the ground, my arms and legs wrapping around him as he carries me directly to the bed. But before he can deposit me onto the mess of sheets, there’s a knock on the door followed by a cheerful, “Room service.”
“Oh, I ordered food,” I say through a panting breath.
“Fuck…” Happy groans, reluctantly letting me down.
“Oh, fuck…” I moan, throwing my head back when Happy hits me deep. I place my hands on his chest, steadying myself as I ride him, staring deep into his dark eyes as they look up at me in a way that shoots me right in the heart, like I’m everything and more.
“Fuck, you look so beautiful riding my cock,” he praises, his big hands smoothing up and down my sides. He cups my breasts, and his calloused thumbs graze my nipples, eliciting another moan from me.
“Oh my God, I love your dick,” I breathe out, grinding my hips, my sensitive clit dragging against his pelvis with every pass.
Happy huffs a throaty laugh. “My dick loves you, too.”
“I’ve never fucked like this,” I pant out. “So slow and lazy. I can feel everything.”
“I could spend forever fucking you like this.” Happy tilts his hips, and I gasp out when the angle causes his cock to rub up against my G-spot, the ball of tension at the base of my spine tingling.
“You like that?” He grips my hips and starts fucking up and into me, slow yet determined, and I cry out as bliss courses through every inch of my body.
“Yes!” I gasp. “Holy fucking shit.”
“You’re gonna come,” Happy gruffs. “I can tell by the flush in your chest.”
“Don’t stop.”
“Never, baby.” He continues pumping up and into me, pulling me down so that our chests are flush, our mouths sealed together in a kiss that turns sloppy with every one of Happy’s unrelenting thrusts.
“Oh, Happy, baby,” I murmur against his lips. “I’m going to come.”
His hands grip my ass cheeks, opening me even more as he fucks me hard and fast, his tongue licking into my mouth and swallowing my feral, needy sounds.
“Come for me,” he demands.
I push back up, arching my back and bracing myself against his chest. Staring deep into his eyes, I ride his glorious dick hard and fast, grinding my G-spot against him over and over again until a sound comes out of me I’ve never heard before—a cry, a sob, a scream—my orgasm tearing me apart from the inside as I come so hard it’s as if I’ve been momentarily teleported to another dimension.
“Fuck, yes!” Happy shouts, bringing me back to Earth, the look in his eyes full of awe as he watches me come apart on top of him. “Come all over my dick, Baby Draper. Fucking soak me.”
He reaches between us and gently slaps my clit, causing me to convulse again, another wave washing through me. There is wetness everywhere: his stomach, my thighs, the bed. And it keeps gushing out as shudders rip through me.
“That’s my fucking girl.” Happy sits up, his hips still thrusting, slowly, purposefully as he wraps a hand around the back of my head and tugs me close enough to shove his tongue in my mouth, swallowing my whimpers and ragged breaths.
In one swift move, I’m on my back, Happy hovering over me, his cock still buried deep inside my pussy. He moves up onto his knees, hands wrapping around the back of my thighs, and pushes my knees up, spreading me, opening me to him. As his gaze dips down to where we’re joined, his eyes flare.
“Fuck, Baby Draper, this cunt,” he grits out, watching as he fucks into me. “Such a beautiful mess, taking my dick so fuckin’ good.” And then, shocking me, he leans over and spits, using his thumb to massage his saliva into my clit.
“Holy shit!” I cry out, my eyes rolling back in my head.
“I’m gonna fill this perfect pussy with my cum,” he grunts, his thrusts turning sloppy, urgent, and I moan. His eyes flit to mine and he smirks. “You want that, huh? You want my cum.”
I manage a nod, groaning out something that sounds like a “Yes, please!”
Happy pulls my feet up, clamping my ankles together as he fucks me so hard, I feel him absolutely everywhere.
“Here it comes, baby! Here it fuckin’ comes,” he promises, crying out, his face twisting with a conflicting combination of pleasure and pain when his body goes rigid.
“Oh, yes!” I cry out, the feel of him pulsing hot inside of me ripping another orgasm from my body and making my back arch up off the bed with a scream before Happy lets go of my legs and collapses on top of me in a mess of breathless pants and boneless limbs.
“Fuck,” Happy breathes out after a moment, pushing up onto one elbow and looking down at me, his eyes roving my face.
“Such a good fucking boy,” I say through my own panting breaths, gently touching his cheek.
At his favorite praise, he crashes his lips against mine, kissing me with fervor, his hand finding its way to my over-sensitive core, fingers gentle as they drag up and down my slit.
Breaking our kiss, Happy’s gaze trails down my body, and I feel his fingers collecting the cum that’s seeping out of me, only to push it back inside, and I gasp out because holy shit no one has ever done that before. “What—”
He flashes me an almost feral grin. “I wanna see you walking around at the wedding in that sexy red dress,” he gruffs, pressing a whisper-kiss to my lips. “Watching every asshole look at you, and know that my cum is still buried deep inside of that perfect cunt. Where it fucking belongs.”
“Happy,” I breathe out against his lips, raking my nails through his hair as I pull him closer. “I need you… again!”
With a low growl, he kisses me deep, climbing on top of me again, giving me exactly what I need.