Chapter 22
Twenty-Two
Sean
God, she takes my breath away. I’m out of my element. For the first time, I don’t want to just fuck her. I want to go slow with her . . . to savor her . . . I want to cherish every sensation and every little fucking sound and sigh.
My hand travels down along the curve of her hip, her skin like silk against my palm. I didn’t think it was possible to love her any more than I already do, but my chest tightens painfully; almost like something’s squeezing the fuck out of my heart. She has no idea what she does to me.
“Sean,” she breathes as I ease into her, my heart galloping like a goddamn racehorse.
“Hannah.” Her name leaves my lips on a sigh.
I bury myself as deep as I can, but I still feel like I can’t get close enough to her.
I’m obsessed. No one has ever made me feel the way she does.
Our eyes lock, her sweet breath dusting across my lips.
She threads her fingers through my hair and pulls my head down to meet her mouth.
Every stroke of her tongue takes me higher as I slowly thrust into her again and again.
“Ahh . . . Sean . . . Fuck.”
“That’s it, baby. Come for me.”
She moans, contracting around me, and I lose my goddamn mind.
Gone is the slow, gentle, steady roll of my hips. My fingertips dig into her skin as I raise her thigh higher on my hip and thrust harder, faster, chasing the euphoria.
“Fuck . . . So good . . . Mmm . . . So. Goddamn. Good,” I growl.
Tossing my head back, a sigh slips past my lips. White heat races down my spine as her pussy grips my dick like a vise, and I spill every last drop into her.
Bending my head, my lips take hers again. I’ll never be the same again. I’m done. Completely and utterly gone for her. I’ll do anything to keep her . . . any fucking thing. Forever isn’t long enough.
I head to the bathroom, wet a cloth in warm water, then come back to clean her up. After the lights go out, we lie in bed wrapped in each other's arms. Moonlight spills in through windows and casts a soft glow over her features as she tilts her chin up to look at me. Damn, she’s perfect.
“What was that?” She traces the ink on my arm with her fingertips, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s never felt like that before.”
“I don’t have experience with what just happened, baby; it’s foreign to me too, but I believe it's what people call making love.” Snuggling back into me, she places a kiss over my heart, and that little gesture makes everything click into place. “Hannah?”
“Hmm?”
I tilt her chin back up, fucking thankful to be here in this moment after everything I’ve done. “The way you make me feel . . . It steals my fucking breath. And my heart . . . Fuck, I don't even know how to explain it . . . It feels like it’s gonna explode. The thought of you ever leaving me . . .”
I close my eyes and shake my head in disgust.
“Sean, what? W-what are you . . . why?”
“I left you. I fucking left you, and if you felt even a fraction of what I’m feeling right now while I broke your heart over and over . . . and on top of that, going through everything else . . .”
I release a staggering breath as the true weight of what I put her through really settles over me.
My thumb brushes against the skin on her cheek.
“Goddamn baby, I won’t ever be able to forgive myself for hurting you like that.
I know I’ve apologized, and I meant it. But I didn’t truly understand the magnitude of how bad I hurt you until now.
I'm so fucking sorry. I love you so damn much, and I promise, I’ll never break your heart again. ”
“I know.”
“How do you know?”
“Because you proved it, Sean.”
“Why are you smiling like that? And what are you doing out here, spying on their meeting?” Aiden asks.
I wonder if she misses me . . . if she’s thinking of me right this second.
If not, she will be. I tamper with the controls on my app, changing the settings so the vibration goes as high as it will go, then click the start button and watch her through the little window of the conference room door.
Eyes widening in surprise, Hannah shifts in her seat.
“Sorry. What’d you say?” I ask when Aiden clears his throat, but instead of paying attention to him, I continue to watch her.
She grips the arms of her chair and shifts to the side. I laugh, pressing the stop button.
“Of all the fuckery I’ve done in my life, I’m surprised to say that I’m in shock right now,” Aiden says, scratching the back of his neck. “You’re a dirty mother fucker.”
“Get out of here, Aiden,” I say, pressing the start button again.
Hannah’s hand shoots to the table, gripping the edge as Aiden stares a hole into the side of my head. I turn to him with one raised brow.
“Okay. Fine. I’m leaving to go pick up Jade from Cammie anyway, but I wanted to talk to you about Hannah’s surgery tomorrow. Are you planning on going or—”
“I’ll be there,” I say, cutting him off just as the door flies open and Hannah barrels out of the room.
I click the stop button on my app.
“Hi, Aiden. Bye, Aiden,” she calls out, grabbing my hand and hauling me down the hallway.
Keeping up with her quick strides, I follow her downstairs to the empty locker room.
As soon as we clear the door, she’s on me—her hands in my hair, her mouth on mine.
I toss my phone onto the bench, then pick her up and carry her to a shower stall far in the back.
Our clothes go flying the second I set her on her feet.
I reach between her legs and pull the toy out of her pussy.
“Miss me?” I ask, dropping to my knees, but with one swipe of my tongue along her slit, she sighs instead of answering. “Goddamn, Rebel. You taste like fucking heaven.”
“Y-you . . . you fucked up my meeting—oh, God, don’t stop doing that.”
I chuckle against her pussy and look up at her.
Her mouth parts on a moan, and she tosses her head back.
Fuck she’s so goddamn sexy, riding my tongue.
I can’t take my eyes off of her. Her hand shoots to my hair, gripping it in her tight fist as her clit begins to throb under my tongue.
The sound of her cries bounce around the shower stall as she comes.
I don’t give her time to recover before I stand and lift her up, claiming her lips while she coils her legs around my waist.
“Be quiet, Rebel or we’re gonna get caught,” I whisper, covering her mouth with my hand and running the tip of my dick along her entrance.
Her eyes squeeze tight, and she releases a muffled whimper against my palm as I push into her.
I pause, giving her time to stretch around me until I can’t hold back anymore.
“Ahhh . . . Goddamn, baby. Fuck,” I moan, pistoning my hips harder and faster.
Releasing her mouth, I grab her throat and squeeze.
She clutches my hair and yanks, jerking my head back, then spit hits my face.
My fucking God, she fucks me so good. My hand cracks across her ass, stinging my palm as I bite the fuck out of her lip.
She gives it right back. It’s rough and raw and fucking dirty.
“Mackenzie!”
I freeze, my eyes widening.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
This wouldn’t be the first time this has happened. We never truly got caught, obviously, but again . . . fuck.
I clear my throat and yell out over the running shower, “Yeah, Coach?”
“I thought I’d find you in here. Have you seen Hannah? Her car’s still in the parking lot, but Aspen said she got sick and ran out of a meeting, and we can’t find her anywhere.”
I rock into her again and again because I can’t not. I’m so fucking close. She buries her face into my neck, quietly giggling under her breath, and making her pussy grip my dick harder. Goddammit she’s about to make me fucking come.
“Stop it,” I grumble, slapping her ass.
“What was that?”
“As soon as I get done in here, I’ll tell her to come find you,” I call out over the running shower, making her quietly laugh into my neck again.
“Alright, well, I’ll let you get back to it. Oh, yeah . . . about tomorrow—”
“I’ll be there,” I say, cutting him off so he’ll get lost.
“Good. Good. Okay, well, I’ll see you then if not before.”
“Sounds good,” I grunt.
“Now, fucking leave, please, before this gets any more fucking awkward than it already is,” I mutter under my breath.
We wait with bated breath for a few minutes, and once I’m sure he’s gone, I grip her chin, squeezing it between my thumb and index finger, forcing her attention back to me. “You’re a very, very naughty girl.”
“Punish me, Mac,” she taunts, clawing my chest.
“Oh, I fully intend to.”
Her back hits the wall with a loud thud, and I lose control.
My pace turns rougher, more relentless. The sound of the water hitting the tile shifts around us.
She comes undone in my arms, and I’m right behind her.
I claim her mouth in a bruising kiss just as everything grows dark.
Tingles shoot to my head. My muscles lock up, and I empty into her.
“You fucking wreck me, Rebel,” I pant, squeezing my eyes tight.
She laughs, and my eyes fly back open. My attention pulls to her line of sight . . . where our clothes lay scattered all over the tiled floor . . . completely soaked.
“I guess we didn’t think this through very well, did we?” I ask, setting her back on her feet.
“Umm . . . not really.”
“Hold tight. I’ll go grab you some clothes then sneak you out of here.”
Dammit. I don’t have a towel either. Covering up my junk, I tiptoe to the lockers, then sift through my bag, smelling my clothes.
“Oh, fuck no.” I toss the shirt back into the bag.
What the hell am I gonna do here? She’s not wearing another man’s clothes; that’s for damn sure.
“New plan,” I say, walking back into the stall. “We, uh . . . We have to wear what we came in with.”
“You don’t have anything?” She tilts her head and blinks up at me expectantly.
“Sorry.”
“Well, go get something from Aiden’s locker then.”
“No.”
Her eyes roll as she wrings out her clothes, mumbling under her breath, “Possessive bastard.”
“Damn right, I am.” I give her a chaste kiss on the lips.
It’s a struggle to dress, our pants sticking to us as we try to pull them up our legs. After wrestling with our tops, I clean off the toy and shove it into my pocket, then grab her hand and lead her to the door, our shoes squeaking loudly with each step. We look at each other, then lose it.
“You sound like a rubber ducky.”
“Yeah, and you sound like one of those annoying dog toys,” I tease back, opening the locker room door and looking both ways.
We speedwalk down the hallway; just a few more steps, and we’ll be in the clear. Aspen rounds the corner, and I stop mid-step, pulling Hannah behind me.
Fuck!
“Why do you both look like drowned rats?”
I go to speak, but Aspen holds up a hand, stopping me.
“You know what? I can guess, so you don’t need to tell me. Hannah, I need you to go to HR before you leave.”
“Fuck that shit. You’re not firing her,” I snap.
“She’s my sister. Of course I’m not firing her. But she does need to sign some forms for her leave.”
“Why is there water all over the damn floor? Oh good, you found her.”
I close my eyes at the sound of Coach’s voice behind us. Fucking dammit. We both turn to face him.
“Why are you two both—” He cuts himself off.
Tilting his head, he studies Hannah as she wrings her hands together, her hair hanging down on each side of her shoulder in long, curly wet ropes.
“I found her in the women’s showers. She threw up on herself and I . . . um . . . I had Sean go in—”
“Don’t lie to me, Aspen. You’re fucking terrible at it.” Coach pins me with a hard glare and points toward the locker room. “Y-you two . . . in-in there . . . you were . . . while I was . . . Oh fuck, I think I’m going to throw up.”
“Oh, like you and Kat don’t have romps in random places. I’ve bet you’ve done it here before, too,” Hannah chides, deflecting from what we’ve done.
When Coach doesn’t deny it and rolls his lips together, Aspen tosses her hands up. “Oh, for Christ’s sake. No more having sex at work. That goes for everyone. Fuck!”
“That’s no fun, Firecracker. I enjoyed our little tryst in the equipment room,” Cal says, coming up behind her.
“Shut up, Cal,” she snaps, pinching the bridge of her nose.
“From now on, this facility is a fuck-free zone, Goddammit! We are professionals. Now, Hannah, take your ass upstairs, we have papers to sign. Matter of fact, Sean, you need to go too. You both can sign fraternization papers while you’re at it. ”
She turns to leave, and as both of us follow behind her to HR, I feel Coach staring daggers at the back of my head.
So much for being on his good side.