Chapter 25 #2
“You were there to celebrate your accomplishment with your teammates, and I didn’t want to take the focus off you for even a second.”
“You should have told me. If not that night, then after.”
“I did.” If we’re laying all our cards on the table, then I guess this is my final one. “When we were leaving the wedding chapel, I told you it was the best birthday I’d ever had.”
She gasps as my words land. I watch a myriad of emotions cross her face. Surprise, confusion, anger. “Travis Whatever Your Middle Name is Bennett!”
Now she’s really pissed. She comes closer and pushes me. Not hard but enough that I have to check my balance.
“It’s Gene, and I’m sorry, okay. For all of it.
For not telling you it was my birthday, for remembering the best fucking night of my life, and for letting you think I was too drunk to know what the hell I was doing.
But most of all I’m sorry you were, and I didn’t realize it.
You asked me how I knew it was my fault. ”
“Because you remember all of it.”
I nod.
She takes another step forward. I brace myself but she doesn’t push me again. “Why are you so, so…”
“Charming? Handsome? Irresistible?” I joke, hoping to ease some of the tension from the situation. She has every right to be mad and never speak to me again, but I can’t find it in me to be sorry.
“Yes. All those things. And sweet and thoughtful and you’re impossible to be mad at even though I really want to be.” Her tone is still angry, but her face softens.
My brows lift in surprise but before I can even fully process her words, she’s lifting onto her toes and pressing her mouth to mine.
My body takes over before my brain catches up to the fact Hannah is kissing me. Her warm, soft lips are on mine and her hands rest against my chest for balance. If I’m dreaming, don’t wake me up.
“I’m sorry,” I say, breaking away only long enough to speak.
“You should be.” Her arms move to wrap around my neck.
I chuckle softly into her mouth. “Let me make it up to you.”
I bend down to grab her ass and pull her up to me.
She wraps her legs around my waist and kisses me deeper.
I don’t waste any time, crossing the room to my bed and depositing her on it.
Her chest is rising and falling in the same quick way mine is.
She stares at my chest and then lower as I unbutton my jeans.
“Did we do this before?”
“No.”
“Really? I thought…”
“We messed around, but we didn’t have sex.”
“Why not?”
“Is that really so surprising considering everything else that happened?”
“Sorry.” Her brows pinch together. “It’s just…”
She’s reeling. I can’t imagine what it must be like not to remember such an important night.
“I didn’t have a condom and so we decided we should wait and consummate the marriage properly once we got back in Moonshot.”
A short laugh shakes her upper body. “Did we actually say consummate?”
I think for a second. “Yes, but we were both drunk so I don’t think we should hold it against ourselves.”
Another small chuckle.
“We didn’t have sex,” she says more to herself than me, then asks, “What did we do?”
Instead of answering, I grab a hold of her left leg, just above the calf, and tug her so she falls back onto the mattress. I step between her legs and lean over to kiss her, brushing my mouth over her lips softly. “How about I show you?”
Her fingertips lightly scrape along my jaw as she nods.
I kiss her again, harder, channeling that night and the months since where I’ve thought of it so many times.
“You tasted like pink lemonade and forever.” Just like in Vegas, and every other time since, kissing her is all-consuming. I’ve waited so long for this I don’t want it to end, but at the same time there are so many more things I want to do with her.
With a lot of effort, I pull away from her lips and trail kisses down her neck, sucking and biting as I go. She groans, running her fingers through my hair and arching into me.
“You had on a dress that night so these were a little easier to access.” I bite the peak of one breast through her clothing.
Her hands leave my hair, and she sits up quickly to pull off the sweatshirt. She has on a tank top underneath, and the neckline is just like the dress she had on in Vegas.
I hook a finger into the center and pull it down. Her cleavage spills out over the black lacy bra.
“I couldn’t get over how perfect you were. Still can’t. Every part of you feels like it was made for me.”
Her throat works with a swallow as she watches me move down her body.
I lift the hem of her tank and place soft kisses all along her rib cage and stomach.
If I had known how long it would have taken me to get back here with her, I would have taken more time to savor it. Which is exactly what I plan to do now.
Her body is lean and tone from the gym, skin soft and warm. She doesn’t rush me, but I can feel her impatience as I avoid giving her attention to the spot she craves the most.
She lets out a soft whimper as my fingers ghost over her pelvic bone and back up to her side.
I chuckle against her skin and finally skim my lips down lower.
Her stomach dips as I lick a line above the hem of her shorts.
Slowly I tug them down, leaving her panties on for now, and wedge myself between her legs.
Her eyes don’t leave mine as I lick a line over the center of her through the silky material. It’s too much and not nearly enough. I pull her panties down sooner than I planned but the instant I bury my face between her thighs with nothing between us, I don’t care about anything else.
Her fingers make their way back into my hair and she grips and tugs as I find her clit and suck.
“Just like forever.” I inhale and then drag my tongue along her slit.
“Travis.” The way she says my name has goosebumps dotting my skin and a shiver running down my spine. “I changed my mind.”
I pause, glancing up at her. Her eyes blaze with desire, cheeks flushed. “I don’t care what we did or how we did it. Fuck me now. Please?”
I place one more hard kiss to her pussy before I move back up her body. “Whatever you say, wife.”
She flashes a grin before she presses her mouth to mine. Her hands are at my waist, pushing my jeans and boxers down. I help her guide them down my legs and toss them onto the floor.
While I roll onto my side to grab a condom from the nightstand, she rakes her nails lightly over my forearm.
“Wow.” Her gaze is on my dick when I look back.
“See something you like?”
“I can’t believe I don’t remember this.”
“Seeing your reaction to my dick twice is the only good thing about you not remembering the first time.”
“So cocky.” She lets out a quiet chuckle as she grins at me.
She climbs onto my lap, obviously done with letting me take charge.
And I’m happy to let her have her way with me.
More than happy. I circle my arms around her waist and bring her flush against me.
I drag my palms up her sides and pull her tank over her head and fling it to the side, then unhook her bra and toss it to the floor too.
“I missed these.” I cup her breasts, running my thumbs back and forth over her nipples.
Her responding groan goes straight to my dick. She moves against me, rubbing herself along my shaft.
“Fuck, baby. That’s right. Take whatever you need.” Electricity zaps across my skin. I’m never going to last like this, but I’ll risk coming on my stomach before I stop her.
“I need,” she starts, then rolls her hips and shudders. She does it again and I can feel the way her body coils and pulses with pleasure. Every nerve ending buzzes. I know because mine does too.
“What? What do you need?” I ask, dropping my forehead to rest against hers. “Whatever it is, it’s yours.”
She lets out an audible breath. “I need my husband’s dick inside me.”
I let out a surprised chuckle as I hurry to tear the condom wrapper open and cover myself. “Happy wife. Happy life.”
Her hands brace on my shoulders as she lifts herself up and then slowly lowers onto me. All the air is punched from my lungs as she squeezes around me, taking inch by inch.
“Fuuuuck.” I dig my fingers into her hips to keep my hands still. Sweat beads on my forehead. “You feel so good.”
“I don’t know if I can take any more.” She’s stopped and her lashes flutter closed.
My fingers find her clit and I circle the sensitive nub as I lift my hips under her, pressing in a little farther.
She cries out and sinks down until I’m fully buried in her hot, tight cunt.
“Goddamn perfect.”
We’re both quiet, only our shallow breathing filling the silence until she lets out a soft laugh and drapes her arms around my neck. “You’re right. We didn’t have sex. There’s no way I could have forgotten this.”
I couldn’t either. I won’t. As long as I live, I know I’ll remember this.
With one arm at her waist, I turn us so she’s flat on her back and still impaled on my cock.
She squeals as I nip at her neck and lavish her with kisses and licks.
I suck hard on her collarbone until I’m almost certain it’ll leave a mark.
All the while, her pussy still has my dick in a vise.
Only when she’s relaxed and smiling do I move again. Her stare locks onto mine. Long lashes flutter but fight to hold my gaze as her mouth opens and she lets out a soft, guttural moan.
“Doing okay?” I ask in a hoarse, strained voice.
She nods and her tongue darts out to wet her lips. “More.”
I pull out, more this time, and drive in harder.
“More.”
The word echoes in my head. Each time she asks for more, I give it to her willingly until we’re both panting and sweaty and her nails dig into my back. I can’t hold off much longer, but I need to feel her pulsing around my cock like I need air. It’s become vital to my existence.
I shift ever so slightly so each thrust glides along her clit, but it only takes once before she’s clamping down and crying out. I finally let go too, coming so hard that black creeps into my vision.