Chapter 17
CHAPTER 17
A lex
As she took me in inch by inch, the warmth inside her enveloped me. The sensation was jolting, and I couldn’t get enough of her. She felt incredible, leaving me intoxicated with each thrust. Moans escaped both our lips as pleasure tore through us. After her second orgasm, I stopped, pulled out, and rolled her on her belly. Taking her from behind, I gripped her ass tightly as I rapidly moved in and out. The satisfaction was building, and hearing the pleasurable sounds escape her only heightened it. Another orgasm tore through her, causing my cock to spasm as I steadily halted, buried deep inside her, and exploded. Pulling out, I rolled on my back while she rolled on her side and stared at me. Bringing my hand to her cheek, I softly stroked it as a smile crossed my lips.
“That was incredible.”
“It was, wasn’t it?” She grinned.
I climbed out of bed, removed the condom, and threw it in the trash can in the bathroom. Hannah was lying there when I returned to the bedroom, with the sheet covering her.
“So, what do you think of your new bed?” I asked, lifting the sheet and climbing next to her.
“I think it’s perfect, and I’m going to sleep like a baby.”
“Suddenly, I’m starving. Didn’t you bring a peach pie?” I smirked.
“I did. Shall we go get some?” Her finger ran down my chest.
“Let’s go.” I climbed out of the bed and slipped my pants on.
Hannah grabbed her short silk robe from the closet and slipped it over her. Seeing her like that had my cock misbehaving once again.
“I’ll get the pie, and you pour the wine.” Hannah smiled.
I refilled our glasses as she went inside the house, grabbed the pie, and brought it to the patio with plates and forks. She cut a piece and placed it in front of me. Grabbing a fork, I took a bite and closed my eyes.
“God, this is so good,” I said.
“Annie is so talented when it comes to baking,” Hannah said.
“She is. And don’t forget her other talent.”
“What other talent?” She cocked her head.
“Her talent for gossip.”
“Ah, yes.” Hannah laughed. “I think that might be her number one talent.”
“For sure.” I chuckled.
“How hot is the hot tub?” she asked.
“It’s pretty hot.” I smiled.
“Perfect.” She stood up, untied her robe, and set it on her chair.
My eyes never left her naked and gorgeous body as she walked to the hot tub. Standing up from my chair, I grabbed our wine glasses, walked over, pulled off my pants, and climbed in.
“This is amazing.” A bright smile crossed her lips.
“It certainly is.” I picked up her wine glass and handed it to her.
“So, Mr. Harbor. I have a question for you.”
“You can ask me anything you want.” I reached over and took a strand of her hair between my fingers.
“Why are you single?”
“Well, it’s what I prefer. I’m not too much of a relationship guy. I’ve pretty much been on my own since I was sixteen, and that’s how I like it. Since Lucy’s mom and I dated, broke up, tried again for the baby's sake, and failed, I realized relationships aren’t what I wanted. Making a relationship work is too much hard work and effort. I do enough of that running my company. I don’t have the time to make both things work.”
“It’s not hard work when you meet your soulmate,” she said.
“Do you honestly believe in soulmates?” My brow arched. “Was that guy back in New York who broke your heart, your soulmate?”
“No, he wasn’t. He was just a desperate attempt to try my hand at a relationship.”
“What do you mean?” I tipped the wine glass to my lips.
“I always kept men at a distance. Adalyn loves to say that men walk in and out of my life like a revolving door. And that’s the way I liked it. I was busy planning my life, wanting to be a big fashion designer, and working on my career. Then Adalyn got divorced and moved here. She met Colin, and he turned her life around. After years of my mother mourning my father’s death and never believing she’d be happy again, she met Antonio in Italy, and he moved to the United States to be with her. At thirty-two, I finally realized that maybe I was wrong about relationships, and it was time to stop pushing guys away, go with the flow, and see what happens.”
“Do you regret doing that?” I asked.
“No. Because it was the push I needed to refigure my life. As much as I liked being a fashion designer, I hated my boss and the industry. I knew I would never become a Kate Spade, Coco Chanel, Vera Wang, or Donatella Versace. I was living my life in the fast lane and needed to slow down.”
“And running your own flower shop is slowing down for you?” I smirked.
“I think it is, along with being here in Harbor Falls.”
It sounded like she wasn’t looking for anything except a good time, which was all I could give. I was prepared to have the “talk” with her, but after hearing what she said, I didn’t think it was necessary.
I took the wine glass from her hand and set it down on the cement. Leaning in, I softly brushed my lips against hers while my hand traveled to her breast, taking her hardened peaks between my fingers. I let out a gasp as I felt her hand grip my hard cock under the water and firmly stroked me.
I broke our kiss, took her hand, and led her from the hot tub into the pool. Holding her against the pool’s wall, I thrust inside her while her legs wrapped tightly around my waist.
“Please tell me you’re on birth control,” I panted.
“I am.” She moaned, her legs tightening around me as she orgasmed.
“Fuck,” I moaned, exploding inside her.
I leaned closer and pressed my lips against her neck as I tried to regain my breath.
M y eyes opened to the sun filtering in through the sheer white curtains. Glancing at the clock, it was seven a.m. Hannah’s body was wrapped around mine as my arm secured her, and her head lay on my chest. I stared at her while she peacefully slept, thinking about last night. She stirred, and her eyes opened.
“Good morning.” A bright smile crossed her lips.
“Good morning.”
“How long have you been awake?”
“Just a few minutes.” I smiled. “I could really use some coffee.”
“Me too.” She sat up. “I’ll go make us some. Wait, I can’t. I don’t have any yet.” She bit down on her bottom lip. “I need to go to the grocery store today.”
“Well, I have plenty of coffee. Let’s go back to the house and brew us some.” I kissed her forehead.
“You go ahead, and I’ll meet you there,” she said.
I pulled on my pants, grabbed my shirt and shoes from the floor, and headed back to the main house, where I brewed us each a cup of coffee. Suddenly, I heard the key go into the lock of the front door, and my heart started racing.
“Morning, Dad.” Lucy walked into the kitchen.
“Morning. Why are you home already?” My brows furrowed.
“Isabelle and her family have plans today. Her dad just dropped me off. Why are there two cups of coffee?”
The sliding door opened, and Hannah walked in, freezing when she saw Lucy standing there.
“Uh, Hannah asked if I had any coffee. She hasn’t been to the store yet,” I said.
“Hey, Lucy.” Hannah smiled.
“Hi.” Lucy narrowed her eyes at her. “Can you make me some French toast, Dad?”
“Sure thing, kiddo. I’ll make it now.”
“Okay. I’m going upstairs to put my bag away.”
Hannah walked over and picked up her coffee cup from the island.
“Sorry about that,” I said. “I had no idea she’d be home this early.”
“There’s no need to apologize. I’ll see you later.” She smiled.
“Stay and have breakfast with us,” I said.
“I’m sure Hannah has a lot to do since she just moved into the guesthouse yesterday,” Lucy said, walking into the kitchen.”
“She’s right. Thanks for the coffee, Alex.” She held up her cup before walking out the sliding door.
“That wasn’t very nice.” I looked at Lucy as I took the frying pan from the cabinet.
“What?” She opened the refrigerator and grabbed the orange juice.
“I invited her to have breakfast with us, and you basically kicked her out.”
“I’m sure she has a lot to do. Besides, it’s always just us for breakfast. She’s renting the guesthouse. She doesn’t live here. She has a kitchen. She can make her own breakfast.”
I narrowed my eyes at her. “I thought you liked Hannah.”
“I don’t know. Just because she’s staying in the guesthouse doesn’t mean I have to hang out with her or she has to hang out with us. Why did you rent out the guesthouse to her?”
I sighed as I flipped the French toast. “She needed a place to live and couldn’t find anything close to the flower shop she’s opening.”
“Still doesn’t make sense. It’s not like you need the money. I don’t understand why you rented it out. It’s weird having her here.”
“Why don’t you get to know her better, and then it won’t be so weird,” I said.
“I don’t want to. And if you plan on getting to know her better, leave me out of it.”
“Here’s your French toast.” I slid the plate across the island.
Since Lucy came to live with me, she’d never seen me with a woman. She knew I’d gone out but never met any of them. I wouldn’t allow it because they meant nothing to me, and it was usually only one or two dates. The way she just spoke about Hannah led me to believe she didn’t want her around or in our lives.