Chapter 24 Hannah
TWENTY-FOUR
HANNAH
The weight of the mattress shifts when Brody moves away from me. I turn my head, watching him take off his briefs and toss them in the corner. He rubs his thighs and walks to his dresser, glorious ass on display.
“Do you still work out?” I ask, watching his lean muscles stretch and shift. “Your body is beautiful.”
“Minus the scars all over my knee.”
“Those are beautiful too.”
“I do work out.” He looks at me over his shoulder, a box of condoms in his hand.
“I skate with the team at practice. I’ll also run drills with them and hit the weight room.
Some of the guys from my draft class are still in the league.
They’re slower than they were when we were teenagers, obviously, but I’m not letting a dude sitting on the fourth line for a shitty team be in better shape than me. ”
“Liv told me you were competitive. That checks out.” I laugh. “You lift me pretty easily, and I’m not light.”
“Hush, Hannah. I squat double your body weight before I start my workout.” Brody brings the box to the bedside table, taking out a packet. “Want to sit on my face so I can prove it to you?”
“I do.” I run my nails down the front of his chest when he climbs back on the mattress. I look at him, every angle, every dip of his body something beyond my wildest dreams. “But I want you to open that wrapper and take care of me more.”
“One more minute.” Brody grips his cock, hand wrapped around his shaft and giving himself a long stroke. “I’m almost ready.”
“Want me to talk about my childhood to pass the time?”
“No.” He smiles. Messy hair, lipstick stains on his neck. For as meticulous a man as he is, right now he looks thoroughly wrecked. “Just let me look at you.”
I do let him look at me, but not without trying to rile him up while he does it.
My palms trail down my neck, across my chest. I push my breasts together and his moan is strangled, fracturing right at the edges.
His pupils go wide when I dip my hands lower between my legs, making easy circles on my clit.
“Do you like what you see, Brody?” I whisper.
The heat in the room swells around us. The tension grows when he rips the condom wrapper open with his teeth. He rolls it down his length and lifts my leg, pinning it to his hip.
“Very much.” The bob of his head. Anguish in his eyes because he doesn’t know where to look. “You are so beautiful, Hannah.”
My body is an inferno, set ablaze by the soft drift of his fingers to my cheek. He holds my neck gently, a silent question behind the slight pressure against my windpipe. I nod and he rocks forward, the tip of his cock pushing inside me.
Pain comes first, the flash of uncomfortableness nudging its way from the stretch. Brody chokes out a groan but doesn’t move, waiting for me to get used to the sensation. I grip his bicep, trying to remember to breathe.
“Big,” I manage to get out. “I forgot how big you are.”
“You’re going to feel me everywhere.” He rocks forward another inch, the pain giving way to delight. “Is this okay?”
“Yes.” My laugh splinters with the quick move of his hips, his cock halfway buried inside me. “I’m in heaven.”
“Tight. Wet. Perfect pussy.” His thumb moves down my neck, pressing at the base of my throat. “Deep breath, baby.”
Baby.
It’s far too soft a word for how he’s treating me right now, burying himself all the way to the hilt as we moan in unison.
Brody’s hands fall to my legs, bringing my knees to my chest. He holds me in place, fucking me with quick snaps of his hips.
The whole bade shakes. The headboard hits the wall, and I grab his wrists, trying to stabilize myself.
“Fuck,” I slur. I feel drunk. Absolutely delirious. “I want more.”
“More?” His laugh is wild. “More might kill me. But I told you’d give you anything you want.
” With a move that happens so fast I’m still trying to process the logistics, he switches our positions.
Brody lies with his back on the bed and holds me above his shaft, handing over control.
“Take what you need, Hannah. Use me. Fucking wreck me.”
I lean forward, my hands near the pillows. I lower myself, just enough to only take the head of his cock before pulling off of him. “Ask nicely,” I say, and he growls.
“Please.” Brody grips my hips so tight he’s going to leave bruises in the shape of his fingerprints behind. “Please fuck me.”
“Such a good boy.” I smile and sink back on him, rolling my hips as I do. “Such a good big boy.”
The room blurs. Time stands still but also speeds up.
It’s impossible to figure out where I stop and where Brody begins.
Our hands roam. We kiss each other mercilessly, like we’re seeing who can get the other to the finish line first. When Brody slips out of me, condom wet from my arousal, he shifts me onto my side.
When I ask to change our position again, he puts me on my hands and knees, ass in the air while he fucks me from behind.
It's messy and loud, but soon his movements turn ragged. So does his breathing, and he wraps a fistful of my hair around his wrist and tugs.
“Going to come,” he mumbles, the words disjointed. “Did you—”
“No. But I want you to finish. We can take care of me later.”
If it’s a blow to his ego, Brody doesn’t show it.
He grunts, snapping his hips one more time.
His cock throbs inside me, filling the condom, and I gasp when he touches my clit again.
When he makes quick circles, drawing an orgasm out of me, and I fall apart.
It’s unexpected, but I ride the high of the euphoria, savoring the way his cock hits the spot I can rarely reach with any of my toys.
Labored breathing fills the quiet in the room, and Brody pulls out of me. He takes off the condom, ties it up, and disposes of it in the trash. I close my eyes, sighing as he brings me to his side and runs his fingers through my hair.
“Hi,” I whisper. I touch his long eyelashes, smiling at the way he relaxes into me. “Are you alive?”
“I haven’t come like that since my twenties,” he pants. “And twice in one night? Jesus, help me.”
“He’ll help you repent for your sins, that’s for sure. We defiled your bed.” I giggle when he kisses my neck, the scruff of his beard rubbing against my skin. “I think spending time with me is going to be great for your cardiovascular health.”
“Great. I’ll become invincible.” His arms wrap around my waist. “Stay the night?”
“If you think I’m dragging my ass out of this warm, comfy bed and into the cold, you’ve lost your mind. Besides. I still need to give you your Christmas present.”
“Christmas present? You didn’t need to get me anything.”
“Don’t get your hopes up. It’s small. Like, really small. And I have something for Liv too. They’re in my purse in the foyer.”
“I’ll grab it for you.” Brody untangles our limbs. “Do you want some water? Something to eat?”
“Water would be great.” I tuck the sheets under my arms, leaning against the headboard. “And maybe a snack later.”
“Be back in a second,” he says, and when he disappears down the hall, I glance around his room.
Everything is clean, organized. A phone charger plugged into the wall and a laptop on a long desk along the wall. The rich mahogany of the armoire and light blue paint on the walls. There’s a photo of him and Liv when they’re both older, and I touch the glass frame and their smiling faces.
“I’m surprised you’re not snooping.” Brody reappears, leaning against the door frame. He’s naked, one ankle crossed over the other, and he lifts my purse in the air. He’s holding a glass of water in his other hand. “I come bearing gifts.”
“I’ll snoop in the morning when you give me the full tour. And, again, what is in the bag is small. Silly, really, but I saw them and thought of you two.”
“I have something for you too.” He hands over my bag and walks to his desk, opening one of the small drawers. “I didn’t have a chance to wrap it.”
“For me? I’m so excited.” I fold my legs under my butt and rifle through my purse, finding the two gift bags I put together before I left my apartment. “Here you go.”
“You first.” Brody motions for me to open my hand. “Hold out your palm, please.”
“Please don’t tell me it’s an animal. I will scream if a spider touches me.”
“No animals. And don’t put that idea in Liv’s head. She’s begging me for a cat, and I know if we go down to the shelter, we’re going to come home with a kitten.” He sits next to me and puts a small object in my hold. “There you go.”
“Wait.” I blink, looking down at the two metal keychains in my hand. My thumb runs along the grooved edges of the design. “These are for me?”
“You mentioned you like to collect them. I saw a store at the mall and thought I’d get you a couple.
I know they’re not from France or Beijing or wherever else you might have competed, but I thought maybe you could start a new collection with keychains you find when you’re just…
living your life. Having a good day. Skating doesn’t have to be involved. ”
“Brody.” I don’t know if I want to smile or cry. They’re perfectly hysterical, unique in a special way because I understand the joke. “They’re perfect.”
“Do you like them?”
“I love them.” I clutch them tight to my chest, a laugh bubbling out of me. “They’re going on my wall.”
“You have a whole wall dedicated to keychains? Please tell me I can see it one of these days,” Brody says.
“Only if you don’t make fun of me,” I warn.
“I’d never make fun of something that makes you happy.”
The moment feels too heavy, too important for something so small, so I shove the gift bags his way. I watch him pluck the festive paper from the bag, nervous when he pulls out the gift.
“It’s a whistle,” I say. “I thought you could use it at practice or during one of our sessions. Yours looked old and rusty, but now I’m realizing coaches probably have emotional attachment to their whistles, so—”
Brody cuts me off with a kiss. “I have been needing a new whistle for a very long time. Thank you, Hannah.”
“You’re welcome.” I smile when he rests his forehead against mine. “I’ll let you give Liv her present. It’s new laces for her skates. Pink, because she told me that’s her favorite color.”
“She’s going to be ecstatic. Thanks for thinking of her too.” He moves the gifts out of the way, and I set the keychains down, not wanting to scratch them. “How do you feel about pancakes?"
"In general? I’m a fan.”
“And for breakfast in the morning?”
I have to hide my smile in his bicep. “Sounds perfect.”
Brody drags me to the shower and cleans me up. After, he wraps me in a big, fluffy towel before giving me one of his old Boston College shirts with his name on the back. I curl up in his arms, and right before I drift off to sleep, I feel him press a kiss to my cheek.