13. Liam
CHAPTER 13
liam
The week drags on as Graham and I focus on perfecting the mash bill for our straight bourbon whiskey. I pulled him to help give some advice to get it right. My new little buddy, who has still yet to be named anything other than Garbage, hasn’t left my side a month later. After taking him to the vet, getting him shots, scheduling his neuter, and finding out that he isn’t microchipped, I’m now the proud owner of a little mixed mutt. Charlie is beside herself with happiness, Hannah still hasn’t come around.
I haven’t stayed over at Hannah’s since the night she asked me to sleep in the bed with her. I knew she was going through something, and my guess was that she talked to Levi.
For some reason, he has a hold on her that I don’t know how to sever. She feels loyalty to him just because they share Charlie, even though time and time again, he has shown that he couldn’t care less about either one of them. Hannah is the happiest person you’ll ever meet, until she’s fucked with by that piece of shit, then she gets quiet and dejected, all of her fire doused .
I know he gets sick satisfaction from the little control he has over her, which is why he continues to fuck with her. What he doesn’t know is, that as soon as she’s my wife, that shit ends. He’ll go through me from now on. I’ll be damned if he causes either one of them harm again.
Hannah is so pure and full of life, I refuse to see her defeated and solemn. She’s going to find her strength when it comes to him and her parents, and I’m going to show her that she’s had the power all along.
It’s way past when I should have left for the day but when I’m on a roll, I tend to lose track of time. Good thing I can get ready fast. Every year the distillery is invited to a masquerade ball held by the sitting governor in Olympia, and this year Carter and I are the only two forced to go. Our other two asshole brothers are usually in attendance, but Sawyer won’t leave Ivy since she’s struggling with her pregnancy, and Dallas wouldn’t leave Blaire for anything right now—which I respect.
While I usually attend alone, asking Hannah to be my date was a much better option. I adjust my tie before opening the front door, walking into the little apartment she’s made a home. Hailey is sitting lazily on the couch, Charlie in her lap watching Moana for the millionth time.
“Hi, munchkin!”
“Bear!” she squeals as she jumps off her Aunt Hailey and runs into my arms. I snuggle my face into her damp hair, smelling her perfectly sweet green apple scent.
“How’s my favorite girl?”
“Great, thanks for asking. So excited to move home for good. Yippie,” Hailey drones on.
“You’re not his favorite girl. I’m his favorite girl,” Charlie tells her with all the sass she can muster. Hailey and I both laugh at her little ’tude .
“That’s right, munchkin, tell her. You gonna be good for your Aunt Hailey?”
“Yep! Mumma said I could have French toast for breakfast and then cotton candy for dessert if I’m good!”
“That’s my girl! Alright, I’m gonna go find your momma now, go lay down with Aunt Hailey and get nice and sleepy, okay?”
Charlotte gets back on the couch, snuggling into her aunt as I walk away to find my other girl. Hannah is sitting on the edge of her bed, messing with the clasp of a high heel as all the air whooshes from my lungs. She’s wearing an all-black, floor-length dress with no straps, the top making a tiny v between her breasts that are looking a helluva lot more voluptuous than normal. Her floral black and gray tattoos travel and twist up her entire arm, an accessory all on their own. Her shoes are gold and pointy and clearly frustrating the shit out of her.
“Fuck, Hannah, you look beautiful.”
Her eyes finally meet mine before roaming slowly over every inch of my body.
“Don’t think I’ve ever seen you clean up so well, Mr. Hayes. Borrow a suit from one of your brothers?”
“Like any of theirs would fit me. You do know I go to this event every year, right?”
“Yes, dork. But you literally wear jeans, boots, a baseball cap, and a T-shirt every day. I never see you like this. You look good.”
“Thanks for the compliment, Han,” I joke with her. “I actually don’t think I’ve ever seen you dress up either. I’m kinda at a loss for words here.”
“Yeah? Rendered your ass speechless? Wait until you see the back.”
My knees nearly give out on me as Hannah slowly spins in a circle, hands in the air like she’s fully showing off, swaying her hips side to side as she turns for me. Holy fucking shit. The back scoops all the fucking way down, exposing everything , stopping right under the dip of her lower back before her ass.
“Fuck, Hannah. You’re so fucking sexy.” The words are out of my mouth before I could even process the severity of them. But right now, it doesn’t even matter. She’s so fucking gorgeous it’s almost painful. “How is that even staying up?” I ask, because like hell will I be taking her out in that dress if there’s a chance she could slip a peek to every greedy-ass motherfucker that will be checking her out tonight.
“Tape,” she lilts, like that’s the most obvious answer.
“Of course. Tape. Duh.” I smack myself in the forehead with my palm to feign my ignorance.
She sits back down on the bed and starts to mess with her shoe again and I don’t think, I just react. Stepping into her space, I slowly kneel before her, grabbing her dainty ankle and stretching her leg out in front of me. Resting her heel on my knee, I buckle the little strap and because I can’t help myself, I lift her foot, placing a chaste kiss to the inside of her ankle with my eyes closed.
Not wanting her to get weird and pull away before I have the opportunity to get closer to her tonight, I act like nothing happened. Placing her foot on the ground, she accepts my outstretched hand and stands, getting familiar with walking in heels.
“Are you about ready? Have you eaten?”
“Yep, and yes, Dad, I ate. Also have a honey stick in my purse. I plan to watch the shit out of people, drink far too much free champagne, and go to the hotel room to watch Scream until I pass out.”
“Sounds like a plan, let’s hit the road.”
We say our goodbyes to Hailey and Charlie before getting on the road to Olympia. After a five-fucking-minute walk down half of the stairs because of her shoes, I bend over and scoop her into my arms, her squeal echoing through the backyard.
“Put me down!”
“Not a chance, beauty. I’d like to get there before tomorrow, and at the rate you’re walking, Charlie will have graduated from college by the time we get to the bottom. Stop squirming.”
She settles in my arms and there’s a chance I walk slightly slower than normal to prolong the feeling of her pressed against me. Once at my truck, she reaches over to open the passenger door, and I easily set her ass down on the bench seat. Reaching to pull the seatbelt down, I start to cross it over her chest when her eyes meet mine. I’m witness to the quick emotions that flash through her, first shock, then arousal, finally settling on denial.
“Give me that! Don’t baby me, bear, I’m a big girl.”
She’s gonna keep fighting this even though I know damn well she feels this heat between us. Chemistry like this doesn’t just happen. We’re made for each other, she just needs to wake up and see it. I release the seat belt once she has it firmly in her grasp, and watch as she pulls it across her body, hearing the click of it locking into place.
“Hey, look at me,” I say gently.
“I’m not babying you. You are more than capable of handling everything the world throws at you by yourself. But there is nothing wrong with leaning on me to handle shit with you. You’re the strongest woman I’ve ever met, I’m not doing it because I don’t think you can do it on your own, I’m doing it because I want to. Because it makes me feel good to take care of you.”
She blinks at me a few times before nodding, her voice coming out slightly choked with emotion. “Okay.”
It’s a little more than an hour’s drive into Olympia, and we spend the time talking about the new movies releasing this year, summer plans, Charlie’s birthday party tomorrow, and then she shocks me by bringing up her parents.
“I told them about us.”
I nearly swerve off the road, snapping my attention back in front of me and putting both of my hands on the wheel. I thought we were waiting until after we got married.
“You what?”
“I told them that we are dating and things were getting serious quickly. I know I said I was going to wait, but Hailey told me to just rip the Band-Aid off.”
“Shit, Han, how did they react?”
She snaps her head in my direction, giving me a “really?” look.
“That well, huh?”
“Pretty sure I need hearing aids because of the way my mother screamed in joy. Nearly blew my fucking eardrum,” Hannah deadpans, her voice monotone and slightly annoyed.
I bark out a laugh.
“Sounds about right. Pretty sure both of our parents have been wanting this since we were kids and refused to be away from each other.”
“Yeah. Whatever.”
“Hey.” I reach over with my right hand, resting it on her thigh and shaking her slightly to get her attention. “You and me. Screw everyone else. We know what you’re capable of. You don’t need me or anyone else’s opinion or approval. This is just making things easier on your parents so they give you what you ultimately earned yourself and deserve. Bean Haven is going to be yours, beauty.”
“It’s just shitty. All this talk, for years, about how I need to settle down with Levi because he’s Charlie’s dad, and the moment I tell her that I’ve moved on and we’re dating, she’s overjoyed. Bear, my mom is happy with me because of the man I’m with. As if I have no worth at all besides that. It’s not the fucking 1800s.”
“Your parents are old school and out of touch, Han. They love you in their own way, but yeah, they’re assholes. Little do they know, I’m not doing jack shit. Sure, I help with Charlie here and there, but this is all you, beauty. How many people our age are running a full-time business on their own while also being a single parent? Fuck them.”
She smiles and nods her head in agreement before looking out the window. The rest of the trip is spent in silence, nothing but the highway in front of us, my mind reeling with how I can get this night back on track.
Once we arrive at the hotel where the event is being held, I say a quick thanks to the sky for not being it’s typical moody, temperamental self this time of year. No rain, no extremely late-season snow, just overcast skies and a decent temperature tonight. I pull up to the valet, grab our masks, and leave my truck, rounding the hood to get Hannah. This time, she waited for me to open her door and help her out. Before we enter, I pull her to the side and secure her mask over her eyes, tying the lace behind her head. Luckily, I went with all black for both of us, so it matches her dress perfectly. Hannah’s is adorned with tiny crystals around the edges and a bit of lace in a dainty pattern through the center. She’s gorgeous, and I have to mentally prepare for everyone to be eyeing her all night.
After tying mine, I hold out my arm like a gentleman and guide us inside. We step through the grand doors of the ballroom, and it’s like we’ve walked into another world outside of our tiny town. The air smells rich and stuffy—nothing like the fresh air, aged whiskey, charred sugar, and oak that I’m used to. Strong perfume lingers in the air and assaults my nose, but Hannah seems either unbothered or unaffected.
The room is bathed in a warm golden light that makes everything glow softly, crystal chandeliers hanging above making it truly feel like we’ve stepped into a time machine. The whole space sparkles and shines, and a rush goes through me that I get to give Hannah this extravagant experience.
The event is already in full swing, hundreds of attendees dressed to the nines, wearing sleek tuxedos and flowing gowns, some variation of masks hiding parts of their faces. Hannah squeezes my arm, pulling me closer to her. I lean in, dropping a quick kiss to the top of her head and squeezing her back in comfort.
I lead us to the bar, knowing a drink will help calm her nerves and take the edge off for both of us. While tonight is about representing my family and the distillery, it’s also about connecting and being alone with her, and I want to make the best of it.
“Champagne, and a whiskey on the rocks,” I tell the bartender as he greets us.
“Aspen Ridge?”
I smile at the bartender, having forgotten that our whiskey and bourbon were being served as the featured brand tonight. “Only the best,” I answer him and find Hannah smiling up at me, her focus homed in on my face.
“What?” I ask her, leaning down to whisper in her ear so she can hear me over the classical music floating through the air from the string quartet playing.
“In all the years we’ve known each other, this is the first time I’ve seen your whiskey served in a place that wasn’t in Aspen Ridge.”
“His?” the bartender interrupts.
Hannah turns to face him, and I don’t miss the way his eyes drop to her cleavage. Hannah must hear the growl that works its way up my throat, because she drops her hand to my chest and leans into me, pressing her little body flush against my side. It makes me feel like the most important man here.
“Yes, his. He made it. This is Aspen Ridge’s master distiller, my fiancé, Liam.”
If I died right now, hearing Hannah say those words would be enough to let me go in peace.
“Well, shit! It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Hayes.” He reaches out to shake my hand and I reluctantly accept it, squeezing much harder than I normally would.
“Mr. Hayes is my father, Liam is good. Thanks for the drinks.” I turn to face Hannah, giving her my full attention and brushing off the bartender who had the audacity to check her out when she’s clearly with me. “Are you ready to find our table, baby?”
She looks up at me like I hung the fucking moon, a smile spreading across her entire face as she agrees. Hand in hand, we walk through the throngs of people, greeting the few that I know from networking, and find our table near the front, closest to the stage, Carter already sitting with a drink in his hand.
“Hey, hey, Casanova!” Hannah greets him.
“Hey, you two. Looking fine as hell! Damn, Han! Shit, mama! You sure you want this Hayes brother?”
I smack the shit out of the back of his head, not giving a single fuck if we’re at a classy event. Fucking idiot.
“Down, boy. I’m a taken woman,” Hannah purrs, snuggling back into my chest. I don’t know what switch went off when we walked in here, but it’s fucking with my head. Is she acting or is she finally seeing me?
We sit with Carter at the table, drinking and catching up on everything going on with our family. Sunday dinners are still on perma-hold while my mom helps take care of the personal things our brother Dallas is currently going through with Blaire. Even though we are all in fairly constant contact with each other, it’s still a shake-up to our normal weekly schedule, and dinners on Sundays have been a mandatory part of that for as long as I can remember. Even Charlotte has been asking when we’re going over again.
When the governor takes the stage to thank everyone for coming and singles out the large businesses that continually give back to Washington and our community—Aspen Ridge Distillery being one—Carter and I stand to accept the applause. Before I sit back down, I don’t miss the look of pride that gleams on Hannah’s face. I know she’s proud of the hard work I’ve put in, but it feels good to see it. From a very young age, I knew I wanted to be a master distiller like my grandfather, and I worked hard to get to this point. Being trusted to be one of the lead developers of our distillery is monumental. The weight is a heavy one, but the reward is so worth it.
When Sawyer took over the CEO position from our father after his stroke, I was worried he would change things up, keep me as an apprentice under Graham, but he and Dallas have been nothing but supportive.
The party starts to pick up now that the formalities of the evening have passed, and people take to the dance floor. Wanting nothing more than to hold Hannah in my arms, I stand, buttoning my jacket and holding out my hand in front of her.
“Dance with me, beauty?”
Taking my hand, she follows me to the dance floor, her heels clinking on the glossy surface, her long dress flowing down her frame in a gorgeous wave. Spinning her delicately to face me, I pull her in close, my hand finding its home at the base of her exposed spine, holding her little hand at my chest with my other one. After her confession about being touch starved, I’ve been trying to give her everything she needs. It hasn’t been difficult to reach for her, to hug her, and hold her close to me, when that’s all I want as well—her touch.
“Are you having fun?” I whisper in her ear.
“I really am. I’ve never dressed up like this before. It’s like you’re giving me my prom.”
“Still pissed that you missed that.”
“It is what it is. Focusing on the future. Thank you for bringing me here, bear.”
Bear.
My heart deflates. Fuck, what I’d give to just be Liam in her eyes.
“You’re the most beautiful woman here.”
“Thank you for saying that, but you’re so full of shit,” she laughs.
“I haven’t noticed another female since we arrived, you’re all I see, and I’ve caught more than half the men here staring at you tonight. Trust me, I’ve thought of a million different ways to gouge out their eyes.”
“I didn’t expect you to be so territorial. I can see it with Sawyer, even Dallas, but you’re so chill. Are you like this with all the ladies?”
Everyone knows me as the easygoing Hayes brother, the one who doesn’t lose his cool often. Levelheaded Liam. Never makes any mistakes, always keeps his nose clean and works hard. But fuck if I’m not sick of playing by the rules.
“There aren’t any other ladies, Han.”
She smothers her laugh by burying her face in my chest.
“You forget that we’re best friends, bear. I know that you date.”
“Yeah? Who was the last one?”
She thinks hard for a moment, eyes starting to go wide as panic sets in .
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” I tell her, rolling my eyes, because there hasn’t been anyone in a very long time.
“Okay, so it’s been a minute.”
“It’s been longer than a minute, Hannah, give me a break.”
“So what do you do then to, you know, take the edge off?”
“Change the topic, Han.”
She laughs and lays her cheek against my chest, her little fingers moving slightly against the breast of my jacket where her hand lays under mine. Fuck, it feels so good to have her close to me. The song changes again as the string quartet plays classical tunes, and Hannah and I continue to dance, not altering our rhythm, even as the songs do. Eventually, the music dies out altogether.
“They stopped playing,” she whispers, her head still resting on my chest, right above my heart.
“Yeah . . .”
But neither of us makes the move to break apart. I feel the eyes from onlookers focused on us as I keep my arm wrapped around her waist, my thumb rubbing back and forth on the exposed skin at the small of her back. Just that small touch is lighting up every fuse in my body, making rational thought completely dissipate. She’s all I want. With the dance floor empty, I keep Hannah tucked into me, swaying slightly back and forth, our bodies completely flush against one another.
Moving back just enough for my hand to gently nudge her chin up to look at me, I’m completely lost to her in this moment. Wisps of her pretty hair have fallen loose from the chignon she had twisted it into. Her face is slightly flushed, the apples of her cheeks rosy, eyes holding so much depth you could get lost looking into them.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Hannah.”
“Bear . . .”
“It’s true. ”
Hannah slowly closes her eyes, and when she opens them, I see nothing but desire reflected back at me. She meets my eyes then glances at my lips and slowly swipes her own with her tongue in a teasing, seductive movement that I couldn’t have looked away from if I wanted to.
Sliding my hand to frame her jaw against her soft face, I angle her head back so that she’s forced to look up at me, giving me complete access to what I want more than anything. I haven’t been able to think about anything else since our kiss at the theater, how badly I want a redo, how badly I want to kiss her for real.
Her breath hitches, and fuck do I love her response. In a painfully slow motion, I bend and lower my head to hers so our foreheads are pressed together, sharing air, so close that our lips brush against each other when I speak.
“Hannah . . . I desperately want to kiss you right now.”
“People are watching.”
“Let ’em.”
I erase the space between us, my lips settling on hers. Her body immediately softens against me, her hand gripping the lapel of my tux and pulling me closer as our lips move in unison. A sweet little moan escapes her as she opens for me, not needing much more than a slight coax from my tongue at her soft lips. She meets me in the middle, caressing and tangling, our tongues moving together in a gentle caress.
I leave my eyes open and watch as hers close, wanting to burn her facial expression as she finally surrenders into my memory. I throw every bit of feeling I can into this kiss, giving it my all to show her how I feel about her, how I’ve always felt about her.
My hand flexes on her lower back, closing that tiny gap between us, my hand edging down slightly, right to the top of her ass. When she responds by moving closer to me, her breath hitching the moment she feels just how she’s affecting me pressing hard on her stomach, I keep going. To hell with what people think.
I thread my free hand into her hair, more strands falling loose from the bun, tilting her back, deepening the kiss, drinking up every one of her soft mewls. I could stand here and kiss her like this forever. The world around us could burn down and I would stand right here with my woman in my arms, kissing the shit out of her while the flames lick at our feet.
It’s not until I feel Hannah’s pelvis grind against me that the rational part of my brain clicks on and reminds me that we’re at an event and I’m here representing my family’s company, and as much as I want to let her dry hump my leg until she comes, that would probably reflect poorly on all of us, not to mention, embarrass the hell out of Hannah.
Pulling back slowly, I drop several small pecks to her lips before separating us completely. Her eyes are slow to flutter open, searching mine for answers as to how she felt the way she just did. The best part of being in love with your best friend is that you know absolutely everything. I know every single expression, every quirk, the smallest, most mundane actions and twitches—I have them memorized. There’s nothing this girl could hide from me. I know exactly how I just affected her. My chest fills with so much hope.
Instead of letting her freak out, I grasp the back of her head, pulling her to rest on my chest for a moment to compose herself before clasping her hand in mine and leading her back to our table where Carter is sitting with a shit-eating grin.
“Some kiss.”
“Who knew you were a voyeur, creep,” I snap at him as he dodges my slap to the back of his head.
“That was hot, I’d definitely watch if I could somehow block your ugly mug out of it. ”
“Anyone need a drink? I think it’s time for a drink.” Hannah excuses herself, rising, and walking quickly to the bar. I watch her until she’s out of eyesight, disappearing into the crowd of other business owners, investors, and philanthropists. I let out a sigh as I turn back to the table, loosening my tie slightly for some extra breathing space. Fuck, I hope she isn’t freaking out right now.
“Surprised you’re still here. Aren’t you usually in a broom closet with some rich, old asshole’s daughter or a waitress or something?”
“Already done it, brother.”
“Fuck, do you have any decorum? Humility?”
“I like to fuck, sue me. You should try it sometime, you uptight celibate fucker.”
“I’m not celibate.”
“You sure as hell aren’t fucking Hannah, based on that kiss.”
I point my finger at him harshly, giving him a look that says not to fucking talk about her like that. Carter puts his hands up in the air defensively. Looking at my watch and seeing it’s after midnight already, I decide to find Hannah and just bounce instead of murdering my brother right here for the governor and his guests to witness. After saying a few necessary goodbyes, Hannah and I take the elevator to our hotel room, where our bags have already been delivered.
I got us a suite, not wanting to assume Hannah would want me in bed with her, even if I’m desperate for it. It has a separate bedroom, a small living room, and an en suite bathroom, plenty of space if that’s what she needs. Hannah takes her bag to the bedroom, silence permeating the air. I know she’s processing how she feels after that kiss, and I’ll give her a moment, but fuck if I’m going to let her retreat.
After the bathroom door unlocks, Hannah comes out in nothing but a big T-shirt, makeup removed from her face, hair down and bouncing around her shoulders. She’s so goddamn pretty.
“You take the bed, I’ll crash on the couch, not quite ready to fall asleep yet,” I tell her after I’ve brushed my teeth and taken my suit off, just wearing a pair of loose gym shorts. Hannah’s sitting on one side of the bed, her back resting against the headboard, looking so sleepy and cute. I don’t miss the way her eyes trace over my chest, down my abs to the V at my pelvis.
Walking over to her, I lean down and kiss her forehead goodnight. “Get some sleep, beauty. We’ll be heading home early.”
“I had a great night. Thank you for bringing me,” she whispers as I leave the room, closing the door behind me. I get settled on the couch, not far from where she’s sleeping, just a damn door separating me from who I want to be with. I want a repeat of that damn kiss downstairs, I want her molded to me the way she was when I claimed her mouth, hear her soft little moans, like when she finally let herself go and just feel. She was fucking perfect. That was how I imagined what kissing Hannah would be like. I know it left her stunned, and the look she gave me after told me everything I needed to know. She may be confused right now, but there is no denying that she wanted me, badly. Her brain will catch up, but her body is so in tune with mine, eager to accept whatever I’m willing to give.
After an hour of mindless scrolling on my phone, soft whimpers and the low unmistakable hum of vibrating wakes my dick up, thickening and lengthening to a heavy, thick pipe in my thin shorts. I rub my palm hard against my length to alleviate the ache. There’s no way she’s doing what I think she is. No way she brought a fucking vibrator with her.
Not about to sit out here while she makes herself come, I get up, adjusting my raging hard-on and heading for the only damn thing I want. Pushing the door open as quietly as possible, I get my first glimpse of her. The room is dark, but I can see the outline of where Hannah lays on her back, her knees bent and spread open as she slowly runs a vibrator along her center. It’s too dark to make out the details from where I’m standing, but it’s enough to make me lose my mind.
Goddamn, it’s the sexiest vision I’ve ever seen. My mouth waters at the sight in front of me and hell if I don’t want to taste her, bring her to orgasm on my tongue, feel her shake beneath me, and fuck, if she screamed out my name, I’d die right on the spot. I step into the room, refusing to slink around. I want her to know I’m here, I want to see her reaction to being caught.
“Shit, bear!” Hannah snaps her legs shut and jerks up the blanket to cover herself. I don’t bother hiding my disappointment at the loss.
“Don’t stop on my account, beauty.”
Her face pales but her eyes are so glassy, heavily lidded, and full of desire. She’s desperate for relief. Her chest rises and falls rapidly but she’s so damn unsure. I need to fix that. I need her to get used to me, to thinking of me this way. I can be so much more than just her best friend.
“You heard me. Please, don’t stop.”
“I-I can’t.”
“I can help you out, it’s not like it would be a hardship for me.” I do my best to mask the nerves in my voice because all I want to do right now is make her feel good.
“Yeah right. That’s not funny.”
“I mean it, beauty. Let me take care of you. You’re worked up, I’m right here. I already told you, if you needed something, I would take care of you. Let me.”
“Kissing was the line, we can’t cross that.”
“It doesn’t have to be. You’re mine now. I will always take care of what’s mine. Let me make you feel good. ”
Walking up to the side of the bed, I pick up the vibrator that’s lying next to her and press the button to turn it back on, bringing it to life, buzzing in my hand. Without taking my eyes off of her, I slowly pull the blankets down, letting my fingers trail back up her shin until I reach her knee, pushing it outward to spread her open for me. It’s taking every bit of restraint not to look at her laid bare for me, but I keep my focus on her eyes, waiting for permission. She’s breathing harder than I’ve ever seen her, practically panting as she watches me with rapt attention.
“Let me make you feel good. I want to, so fucking bad.”
“We can’t do this.”
Fuck, if she says no and I’m forced to walk away now, I may die.
“I won’t touch you. It’s not crossing any lines if I don’t touch you. Let me take care of you, please .”
She holds my stare for a beat longer before relaxing into the bed and letting her knees fall open, giving me permission.
“Fuck, yes, Hannah, that’s it, baby.” My eyes trail down her body until they reach the apex between her thighs, where I get my first real look at her. There’s a thin landing strip of short curly hair from the top of her pubic area leading straight down to her glistening pussy.
“Fuck, you’re perfect. Such a pretty pussy.” The words come out before I realize I’ve said them, my voice thick with desire and need. I hear Hannah’s quick intake of air, and I know my words are washing over her, settling and hitting exactly where I want them to.
Keeping my promise not to touch her, I drag the vibrator slowly down the inside of one thigh before repeating the motion on the other side, her legs trembling softly as I go. My eyes track the path as I tease her, running the tip over her hips and over her pelvis. Neither of us says a word as I explore her as close as I can without touching her skin with my own. Not able to wait any longer, I slide the vibrator through her slick center, her hand reaching out and circling my wrist, little puffs of air coming from her lips as she gasps.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Oh god. Yeah. It feels good.”
I change the angle of my hand as I move the vibrator down, finding her dripping entrance and circling around it before pressing in just an inch, pulling back out, and repeating the process, teasing her more with it, getting the device nice and wet. Her hips move, and I love that she’s chasing the feeling it’s giving her. Fuck, I just wish it was me.
My fingers, my tongue, my cock.
Pushing it in deeper, I start to slowly fuck her with it, moans slipping free from those perfect, lush lips that she can’t hold back. I’ve never been happier than at this moment. This right here, making her feel good after all this time. Fuck. She looks so good like this, spread out in front of me, her pussy dripping the arousal I’m coaxing out of her little body, responding so damn well to me.
Pulling the vibrator out, I drag it up to her clit, her moisture easing the way, pressing down and seeing how she likes it, figuring out exactly what will make her see stars.
“Oh! God! Fuck! Yes! Liam!”
Liam.
Not bear.
Liam.
It takes everything in me not to stop, lay down on top of her, and fuck her with my cock. To claim her once and for all and make her mine in every way possible.
“You like that, baby?”
“Yes! Please don’t stop. It feels . . . Aah, fuck! It feels sooo good. ”
“Fuck, you’re so wet. Look at you, Hannah. You’re making a mess all over the bed. Fuck, you look so good right now. You’re killing me. You gonna come for me?” My chest is heaving now, so caught up with making her feel good, my hips slowly thrusting the air, wanting friction, wanting her .
“Yes! Make me come, Liam,” she whines.
I move the vibrator back to her center, filling her with it, the filthy squelching sounds of how slick she is turning me on further. I want to prolong this, I don’t want her to come too soon and break this heated, electrically charged moment between us. I want to suspend us right here together for as long as possible.
I repeat the process two more times, letting the vibrations and pressure hit her clit, bringing her close to the edge before dipping back down and fucking her with it.
“You look so good, baby. Fuck, I want you.” Her hips move with me, chasing her orgasm, and it’s so fucking hot to see. Her cheeks are flushed, hand digging into my wrist, chest rising and falling rapidly. She doesn’t take her eyes off of us, and knowing that she wants to watch this as much as I do is such a huge turn-on. My damn dick throbs painfully against the fabric of my briefs, and I’m desperate to stroke it but I don’t want to ruin this perfect moment.
“Oh god, please! I can’t take it anymore. Make me come, Liam. I need you.”
Fuck it.
“Anything for you, Hannah.”
I waste no time pulling the toy from her pussy and moving it back to her clit, loving how it looks sliding between her little lips, her glistening clit swollen and aching. The self-restraint it’s taking not to devour her with my mouth is monumental. I should earn a fucking award for being able to hold myself back.
“Come for me, baby. If I don’t get to touch you, if I don’t get to taste you, at least let me see you fall apart. Let me hear you scream.”
She shatters, and I get to watch all of it. The hand around my wrist squeezes painfully and I relish in the sting of her nails biting into my flesh. Her other hand grips the sheets tightly, her head thrashing side to side, legs shaking. Fuck if it isn’t the most beautiful goddamn sight in the world. The only thing that could make it better was if my cock was buried deep inside her perfect pussy. What I wouldn’t give to feel her walls clenching around my dick.
As her orgasm ebbs, I turn the vibrator off with my thumb, moving the toy down and dragging languidly through her drenched core. Bringing the vibrator to my mouth, I know I’ll regret what I’m about to do, because I’ll never stop craving it, never stop desiring it, never stop wanting more.
Hannah watches me through hooded eyes as I put the vibrator into my mouth, licking and sucking all of her cum off, loving the taste of her essence for the first time. She’s so sweet, so perfect as it coats my tongue and slides down my throat. I don’t stop until it’s clean. I already want more.
Once I’m finished, I lean down and press a chaste kiss onto her lips before meeting her eyes, her face a sexy mix of shock and post-orgasm bliss.
“Feel better?”
Her cheeks heat, flushing across her high cheekbones as she flops her arm over her eyes.
“Yes. Thank you.”
“Don’t ever thank me for giving you something you deserve. I wanted that just as bad as you did.”
“Bea—”
“Let me clean you up,” I interrupt, not wanting to hear her retreat backward and place me in the friend zone. I walk to the bathroom and quickly wash her toy, setting it on the counter for her to pack in the morning and wetting a washcloth with warm water. When I return to the room, she’s still dazed, sleep heavy in her eyes.
“I’m not going to touch you with my hands, but I am going to clean you up,” I whisper softly. Being as gentle as I can, I use the washcloth to wipe her down before tossing it to the side. I pull off my bottoms, my dick still painfully erect behind my briefs, and crawl into bed next to her. I help her slip under the blankets, and as she turns to her side, I don’t hesitate to pull her to the center of the bed and slide my palm under her T-shirt, settling it flat right across her navel. She sighs softly, contentedly, but we don’t share another word.
There should be no doubt in her head just how badly I want her now. I’m going to break down these walls, she’s going to fall in love with me. Hannah doesn’t know it yet, but now that I have her, I’m not stopping until she loves me back.