20. Hannah
CHAPTER 20
hannah
Every single part of my body is lit up like a live wire as Liam holds my head in one of his large, calloused palms, his other hand wrapped around my thigh, holding it up around his waist as he works himself inside me. Despite being drenched and my body primed, I can’t help but wince as he wedges himself in.
“Baby, fuck, you’re so tight, relax for me.” His words are like a balm, coating me in so much affection that I instantly melt for him.
“That’s it, my girl. Hell, you feel so damn perfect. You’re taking me so well, Hannah.” He talks me through it as he finally fills me to his hilt, my body stretched to its max to accommodate his size.
“Jesus Christ, beauty, you’re so damn perfect. You did so good, baby. Look at you taking all of me.”
“I don’t want to inflate your ego, but you’re fucking huge, I feel like you’re ripping me open.”
He laughs and I smile at him in return. I can’t believe Liam’s inside me. Everything about tonight has been surreal. I’ve never been made to feel so good, never felt so wanted. His touch is everything, filling an emptiness deep inside me that I’ve been desperate for, that I’ve longed for.
My hands run aimlessly over his body, feeling every outline, every ridge, his large muscles taut and flexed as he starts to move within me, pulling out to his tip before slowly thrusting back in. Reaching for the back of his neck, I pull his lips down to meet mine in a searing kiss. Kissing Liam is all-consuming. I feel his want for me from the tip of my toes to the top of my head, and I never want it to end. He kisses me like he’s been waiting for it his entire life.
Breaking the kiss before I’m ready to, he lifts up on his hands, hovering his upper body above mine while he thrusts into me. I drag my fingertips across his collarbone and down his chest when I notice something on him that has my heart beating in overdrive.
“Liam?” My voice cracks, emotion overflowing as I struggle to come to terms with what I’m looking at and wondering how I never noticed it before. But it’s not like I’ve ever inspected his body or see him regularly without a shirt on.
“Beauty . . .”
His body stiffens as my fingers trail over the spot of skin at the very top of his ribs. Tattooed in very small script are the names Hannah & Charlotte. He doesn’t give me time to think or process, but the knowledge is enough to make my heart beat wildly in my chest. He flips us over, staying seated deep inside me so that he’s on his back and I’m straddling his waist. This position is so much deeper, my wince turning into a moan as he presses up from below me.
“Ride me, wife. I want you to take what you need.”
For fuck’s sake, there is something so delicious every time he calls me his wife that just makes me feel feral and wanton.
“I’ve never been on top before. I don’t know what to do. ”
“Do whatever feels good, find it, chase your pleasure.”
His hands on my hips guide me, rocking me back and forth and dragging my clit against his pelvis, rolling my hips and finding what lights me up on the inside.
“That’s it, baby. Use my cock to make yourself feel good,” he coaches, his voice deep and husky as his words coat me in burning heat and give me the confidence to do what he says. “Fuck, yes, Hannah, just like that.”
I lean forward, pressing my hands flat on his muscular pecs, and begin lifting my hips, impaling myself on his rock-solid dick. Every nerve in my body is stimulated, the pressure rising and rising.
“Liam, I’m gonna come. Holy shit.”
“Fuck, yes, Hannah, give it to me. Come all over my dick, baby.”
The orgasm races through my nerves as Liam thrusts his hips up from under me, his hands holding my hips in a brutal grasp that I’ll surely feel tomorrow.
“Oh, fuck, Han, yes, baby. You’re squeezing me so tight. Shit. Shit.”
His thrusts become jerky and then he’s pulling me off of him, his cock sliding up between us and jerking. I watch as cum spurts from his engorged wet tip, covering both of us in his sticky, white release.
As soon as he finishes, he pulls me down on top of him, my body collapsing willingly, my head tucking under his chin as we both work to calm down and steady our breathing.
“Why did you pull out?” I ask after a few moments of quiet, only the sound of his steady heartbeat filling my ears.
“Because we haven’t had a conversation about babies, and even though I know you have the implant, I’m not about to take any chances and force anything on you. ”
My body softens at his declaration. Liam is always putting my well-being above everything else, and even while deep in the throes of pleasure, he was still able to have enough control to not potentially cause me harm. I rest my head against his hard chest, listening to the steady rise and fall of his breathing and his strong heartbeat and I know without a doubt that I won’t be able to walk away from this unscathed. I’m rapidly falling in love with my best friend.
Liam’s hands rub up and down my back in comforting caresses, his body fully relaxed like he has no intention of moving from this spot any time soon, even as his release currently coats both of our abdomens.
“How are you feeling?”
How do I even answer that question? Alive .
“I’ve never experienced anything like that before,” I whisper. “I’m perfect. I’m kind of at a loss for words. Is it weird for you?”
“Weird?” He chuckles. “No, beauty. That was the best sex of my life.”
I squeeze my eyes closed, thankful that he can’t see my face because he would read me like a book.
“Mine too. I didn’t know it could be like that.”
“When it’s the right person, I think it’s always like that.”
When I don’t say anything, he speaks again, his voice a whisper, “Even if I’m not it for you, beauty, at least I gave you something, so you know your worth. Don’t you dare ever settle again. If your man doesn’t make you feel wanted, then walk away until one does.”
I nod my head, keeping my first thought to myself to hold on to. But, what if you are the one?
“Why are you so glowy?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. It’s warm in here.”
“Oh my fucking god. No you didn’t. You fucked him, didn’t you?”
I whip my head in the direction of my sister. She has the nose of a freaking bloodhound. She can sniff out bullshit quicker than anyone I’ve ever met. It’s honestly annoying. Goddamn Scorpios.
“Piss off, Hailey. I’ve got work to do.”
“Hannah, I thought this whole thing was bogus because Mom is a controlling dink hole?”
Needing to talk to someone—who wasn’t Liam—about everything, I confided in my little sister, knowing she wouldn’t hurt me by telling anyone else. Harlow is the one we have to worry about. She’d do anything to be in our mom’s good graces. Including burying me alive or pushing me in front of an oncoming bullet train.
“It is bogus but we kinda did a thing yesterday . . .”
“He boned you. It’s written all over your face.”
“We got married.”
“Well, holy shit, Hannah Jade. I didn’t think you had it in you. I should have known better. Fake marriage, this is about to get interesting!”
“What do you mean fake marriage?” My hand jerks the buttermilk that I’m currently pouring into the mixer, splashing the rim and spilling everywhere. Setting it on the counter with shaky hands, I turn and face Harlow, standing at the entrance to the kitchen with her arms crossed. Fuck my life. “I fucking knew it, you filthy liar. All that shit about it being twenty years in the making, huh? Making me feel like shit for calling out your bullshit?”
“Lo, listen, you don’t know what you’re saying, and you don’t know what conversation you just walked in on,” Hailey says, trying to defuse the rapidly intensifying situation. I glance at my industrial-size mixer, and wonder if I chopped her up in small enough pieces, if I could mix her into batter and bake her into muffins to dispose of the evidence. Seems like my only option because her blabbing this information sure as fuck isn’t.
“You gonna talk, Hannah? Or stand there mute?”
“Mother above, give me strength,” I mutter under my breath. “Mom gave me an ultimatum that I need to settle down, preferably with Levi, and if I don’t, she’d sell Bean Haven out from under me as soon as Grandma passes away.”
Harlow just looks at me stunned for a minute before she starts laughing. I look at Hailey who winces, and my heart sinks.
“This is amazing. Levi didn’t want you, so you managed to convince your best friend to marry you? How fucking pathetic and washed up do you have to be?”
“The fuck did you just say to her, Lo?” Liam’s voice echoes through the kitchen as he rounds the corner from the front of the café. Harlow whips her head in his direction, not even flinching, the little wench. “I asked you a question.”
“You really married her to deceive my parents?”
“They were trying to force her into a marriage she would have been miserable in or move her and Charlie to California with them. Do you not realize what your sister has been through the last few years? And you’re gonna judge her?”
“This is a family issue, Liam, so why don’t you leave and let me talk with my sister who has clearly lost her mind.”
“I am her goddamn family, Lo. Or did you not hear the part where she’s my wife?” Harlow’s eyes squint into slits at him. “Yeah, you heard me correctly. I don’t care if you’re her sister or not, don’t disrespect my wife again. Now, are we going to have a problem with you running your mouth?”
“Our parents have a right to know.”
“And it literally doesn’t affect you, Harlow. Mind your own damn business. You couldn’t give one single shit about what happens to Bean Haven, and it sounds like you just don’t want your sister to be happy. So if you plan on being in our life, in your niece’s life, you’ll keep your mouth shut about this.”
“Are you threatening me, Liam?”
“I wouldn’t threaten you. I’m promising you. You fuck with Hannah, you’re fucking with me, and I’m not going allow people in our lives who want to see us crash and burn.”
Harlow storms out of the kitchen while I stand there frozen to the spot, staring at Liam like he’s grown horns. Hailey winks at me and pats Liam on the shoulder like he did a job well done before following Harlow out the back.
Liam walks across the kitchen to get to me, his hands grabbing my face between his big palms and angling my head back to look up at him. His facial features are more relaxed than they were a moment ago, that part of him that he keeps locked up having receded.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m okay. I’m used to Harlow’s bullshit. I hope she doesn’t rat us out, I shouldn’t have even told Hailey, but I just wanted to talk to her about everything going on in my head. Lo walked in and overheard us.”
“Everything will be okay, don’t stress over what she may or may not do. We’ll deal with whatever happens together.”
His confidence in every situation is reassuring but I know my sister, and I was just given one more thing to worry about .
“I trust you.”
“Good.” His lips press sweetly against my forehead. “Me and you?”
“Me and you.”