41. Happy
HAPPY
Things have been awkward and quiet between me and Hannah since somewhere over Maryland.
And sure, I can blame the turbulence, which was probably the worst I’ve ever experienced, and I’ve flown a lot in my lifetime.
But the awkwardness has nothing to do with turbulence and everything to do with me pussying out at the last second.
And as I drive us home, the rain hammering hard against the windshield, there’s an obvious tension hanging around us, and I hate that it feels like she’s pissed at me.
“You wanna come stay at my place?” I ask, breaking the silence.
Hannah looks at me from where she’s been staring intently out the passenger window. “Do you want me to?”
I offer her a soft smile, reaching across the center console to touch her arm. “Of course I do. I always want you with me. I just didn’t know if you had to get home to Toast Malone or not.”
“Toasty’s with the dog sitter until tomorrow,” she says. “Since I wasn’t due back until Sunday…”
I squeeze her arm because I know her mind is again back at what happened between her and her bitch-ass mom earlier.
I have never, and would never, lay a finger on a woman, but fuck me, the unbridled rage that was coursing through my veins, having to witness that moment—I’ve never wanted to slap a chick like I did right then.
“I can stay over.” Hannah nods, flashing me the hint of a smile.
I consider myself a moment, staring at the red taillights of the car in front of us as we follow FDR Drive while I chew nervously on the inside of my cheek. The words are right there, burning the back of my throat.
“Are you okay, Happy?” Hannah asks suddenly. “Because you were going to tell me something back on the plane, but then we almost died, and you’ve been weird ever since.”
“I love you.”
Holy fucking shit. Did I just say that out loud, or was it in my mind?
Fuck. I snap my head to look at Hannah, to check if she heard me or not, and judging by the way she’s sitting there in the passenger seat, gaping at me like she’s not quite sure which one of us has lost our minds, I assume she did.
Loud and clear. I breathe for the first time in at least a whole minute.
Clearing my throat, I shift in my seat, turning back to watch the road. “That’s what I was going to tell you. On the plane. That I… I love you.”
A few silent beats pass, and I glance at Hannah from the corner of my eye. “You’re being awfully quiet over there,” I say with a nervous laugh that’s all high-pitched and strangled in the back of my throat.
Hannah is still silent, and I look over at her, reaching out and touching her arm. “You okay, Baby Draper?”
“Sorry, it’s just that no one has ever told me they love me before,” she says quietly.
“Good.”
Hannah’s head snaps to me, and I realize that probably came out totally wrong.
“I mean, I’m glad. I’m glad that no one has ever said it before.
Not glad for you. Glad for me. Because I’ve never said it to anyone either.
Except for my Lucky girl, obviously. You’re my first, and I am so damn honored to be your first, too.
” I shift again, swallowing my nerves before saying, “I mean… if you’ll have me, of course. ”
A small, slightly watery smile claims Hannah’s lips. “Of course I’ll have you.”
“Obviously I didn’t plan on telling you this while driving, but here we are.” I snort a laugh. “I promise when I propose it’ll be a lot more romantic.”
Hannah sucks in a gasp.
Oh. My. God. I close my eyes a moment, exhaling through my nose. “I sure as shit didn’t mean to just say that out loud.”
“Happy!” Hannah shrieks, slapping my arm, and I turn to find her gawking at me and, well, there’s no point trying to backtrack now, especially not when it’s the truth.
“Well, I mean, I’m not in the business of telling women I don’t intend on spending the rest of my life with that I love them…” I shrug a shoulder, continuing, “But I will also fully understand if you ask me to drop you off at your apartment and never fucking see me again.”
Hannah reaches over and covers my hand with hers, and I look up, meeting her eyes as she says, “Take me home with you, Happy.”
I link my fingers through hers, and we drive together in a much more easy and companionable silence, even though deep down, in the darkest part of my soul, I’m fully aware she didn’t say I love you back…
I wake with lips around my cock, a soft, warm mouth taking me deep. Lifting my head off the pillow, my hazy eyes find Hannah’s big blue gaze staring at me as she pops off my dick, swirling her tongue around the tip.
It takes me a few seconds to realize where we are. We’re in my bedroom, at my house, in New York, the soft glow of the early morning sun peaking in through the edges of the curtains covering the windows, illuminating my girl just enough for me to watch her swallow my cock.
“Fuck, Baby Draper,” I gruff, reaching out and tucking her hair behind her ear as she swallows me all the way to back of her throat. I hiss a breath through my teeth when I feel her gag reflex kick in. “I could get used to waking up like this…”
Hannah moans, her head bobbing up and down, lips, tongue, and even the slightest graze of her teeth dragging up and down my shaft with every pass as she plays with my balls.
“Jesus, fuck!” I throw my head back into the pillows, keeping my voice as low as I can because I don’t want to risk waking anyone, especially not Lucky, but damn it’s near impossible. It’s so fucking good.
When we got back last night, I was so ready to get Hannah into my bed for once and for all, maybe even talk to her about where her feelings are at, since she didn’t say she loves me back.
I don’t need her to say it; I just need to know where she’s at because I’m there, fully.
And I want to know what I need to do to get her there, too.
But as luck would have it, my Lucky Duck was sitting up with my dad.
Apparently, she’d had a bad night terror, and he was chilling with her on the couch while Bluey played on the TV.
Lucky was, of course, ecstatic to see Hannah, and begged Hannah to take her to bed which, in true Lucky fashion, turned into three different books before I ended up having to go in and be the bad guy.
Thankfully, Lucky finally gave up the fight and drifted off to sleep, but Hannah was so tired, I could tell, and we ended up going to bed, me holding her as she fell asleep in my arms.
“Baby, you’re gonna make me come if you keep this up,” I warn softly, collecting her hair with both my hands and fisting it, encouraging her movements.
Releasing me from her mouth, Hannah wraps her hand around the base of my dick, smiling deviously before spitting on my cock and dragging it all over me with her tongue.
“Fuck,” I whimper, huffing a hard breath, the knot of need in my gut threatening to explode. I push up so I’m resting on my elbows, getting a better look at Hannah. “Tell me where you want my cum, Baby Draper, because it’s fucking coming.”
She pulls back, and I swear I almost cry, but then she moves to her knees between my legs and removes the t-shirt I gave her to sleep in last night, showing me her perfect fucking tits.
It’s as if I’m in a trance, watching her hands trail up her sides, cupping her breasts, gently pinching those pretty, dusky nipples between her fingers.
“I want you to get your ass up and come all over my tits,” she demands.
And of course, I move so goddamn fast I’m shocked I don’t sprain something.
Moving off the bed, I stand by the edge, one foot resting on the mattress while Hannah stares up at me with big, wide eyes, her lips all pink and swollen from sucking my dick.
I fist my cock, jacking it hard and fast, so fucking close.
“Play with that pussy,” I urge her through gritted teeth. “Get it nice and ready for me.”
Bringing her fingers to her lips, she coats them in saliva, eyes still firmly fixed on me as she trails her hand down between her breasts, to the apex of her thighs, moaning when she touches herself. I can hear how wet she is, the sound going straight to my already aching balls.
“Oh, fuck, baby,” I rasp through shuddered breaths as my orgasm blooms at the base of my cock, sending a fire through me. “Yes, here I come.”
Hannah watches intently, clamping her bottom lip between her teeth, her eyes lighting up as I come so fucking hard, hot ropes of my release spurting all over her, my orgasm obliterating me in the best possible way.
When I finally come to, panting and gasping for breath, I get a good look at my girl, and I swear I almost lose it because she’s beautiful at the best of times, but covered in my cum, she’s a goddamn masterpiece.
“Holy shit!” I huff out, pushing my hair back from my sweat-beaded forehead.
Hannah smiles, looking down at herself and dragging a finger through the mess, swirling cum around her nipples before bringing it to her mouth and sucking the digit clean with a satisfied hum.
“Your turn,” she says.
My brows dip together, momentarily confused.
She sits back on her haunches, smirking up at me. “Be a good boy and lick me clean.”
I hesitate only for a few seconds before grinning at her. “Yes, ma’am.”
Climbing onto the bed, I duck down, keeping my eyes on hers as I stick my tongue out and lap at the mess on her breast, stopping to lick and suck her nipple.
I move to the other breast and do the same, kissing, licking, sucking her skin and groaning at my salty, musky taste mixed with her natural sweetness.
Hannah holds me to her, her fingers gripping my hair as I suck on her pebbled nipple, biting it between my teeth and causing her back to arch into me.
And when I dip my hand between her legs, feeling just how fucking drenched she is, I smile around her nipple when I slide two fingers inside her needy cunt, grinning at the way her whole body reacts.
“I need you to fuck me,” she whispers, her words frantic, pleading.
“Does my girl need her cock?” I gruff, laying my tongue flat and licking her nipple.
She nods quickly, that familiar flush creeping up her chest and throat.
Fuck, she’s so close already. I love how reactive she is.
I pull away from her tits, sliding my fingers out of her dripping pussy and stopping to suck them into my mouth, moaning at her taste.
I move to the edge of the bed, kicking my feet off the side and sitting up.
“Climb aboard, Baby Draper,” I say, slapping my thighs.
She moves quickly, straddling me, but before she can sink down onto my already rock-hard dick, I grab her waist, spinning her around until she’s facing away from me, and our eyes meet in the reflection of the mirror on the back of my closet door.
“Spread your legs,” I whisper into her ear.
She does as I say, spreading wide, and I get the perfect view of her pussy open to me, her legs draped on either side of mine. Spreading my knees, I open her a little wider, grinning at the sight, and she shifts her hips, searching for me, obviously desperate.
I reach between us, grabbing my cock and notching it at her entrance, and suddenly she grinds back on me, both watching as my dick sinks into her.
“Oh, fuck.” Hannah groans, reaching up and wrapping her arms around my neck, her head falling back against my shoulder.
I wrap one hand carefully around her throat, coaxing her to look at me, and when she does, I seal my mouth around hers, swallowing her needy sounds as I fuck in and out of her while I strum her swollen clit.
It’s slow and unhurried, lazy, and despite it being so damn erotic, it’s more than just fucking.
When I pull back from her lips to look into her heavy-lidded eyes, watching her forehead pucker with need and want and everything in between, this is so much more than anything we’ve ever shared.
“Tell me you love me again,” she whispers through her panting breaths.
“I love you,” I say easily. “I love you so damn much.”
Her mouth falls open on a silent cry, her eyes rolling back into her head.
“You like that, don’t you?” I grit out. “You like hearing that I love you while I fucking own this cunt.”
She nods, biting down on her bottom lip, her hips meeting every one of my determined thrusts.
“You like that you’re the only one who gets my cum, yeah?”
“Yes,” she squeaks through a whimper.
“You like that it’s you who claimed my heart, huh?” I grunt. “You love that no one else is ever going to get me, my cock, or my heart, don’t you?”
Hannah nods again, and I can tell by the way her pussy walls are pulsing around me that she’s right there, balancing precariously on the edge. “You love me too, don’t you, Baby Draper?” I pinch her clit, hitting her harder, deeper.
“Yes,” she grits out. “I love you so fucking much, Happy.”
“Good girl,” I murmur right as she falls apart, coming hard with my cock buried deep inside her, her body convulsing as it quakes with her orgasm.
I seal my mouth around hers as I slap her clit over and over, and she practically screams into our kiss as her pussy releases, gushing out all around me, which brings me to orgasm, my cock exploding deep inside her, her cum and mine dripping out of her as we slowly come back down to earth.