To Forgive & Hold Safe (The Broken Men Chronicles Book 4) (14 page)

Hannah got up, stepped out of my reach and pulled her shirt up and over her head.  That pink lacy bra taunted me again and I groaned, all the while appreciating the sight.

“I hope you know that you can’t say all that you have to a woman like me and not expect anything in return,” she said.

“Get back here you little minx.” I leaned forward, swiping a hand out in an attempt to grab and bring her to me, but she was quicker.

Jumping out of reach, she waved her index in a teasing gesture.  “Nuh-uh-uh!  No touching.”

“What?”

“This is about me, pleasing you.”

“You’d please me a hell of a lot if you’d let me touch you, baby.”

Lust darkened her eyes with my endearment.  “If you promise to not touch until I tell you to, I’ll come closer.”  She made to step forward.

Her lips formed into a wide grin when I nodded.

Having always been the one in control with every woman I’ve been with, this was one hell of a surprise.  The women of my past had always been so demure, a little traditional, we’ll say.

“Relax, baby, I won’t bite.  Much.”  Damn, but her biting her lower lip only made me want to pounce.

Still, I forced my back to melt into the couch as I watched her every move.  “I have a feeling that you might be one of those closet kinksters.”
God, I hope so.

She straddled my thighs and ran her fingernail down the side of my jaw.  “And what if I am?”

“I’d have to ask you to prove it.” I made myself comfier by extending my arms up across the back of the couch and grinned.  “Show me what you’ve got, sweet-cheeks.”

She leaned down and flicked the tip of my earlobe with her tongue.  “Gladly.”  The sexy breathy tone to her voice sent a jolt through me.  “Just remember that you asked for it.”  Her tongue trailed my jaw and nipped it before she straightened.

“Don’t leave me hanging, sweetheart.”

“I don’t plan on it.” Her nimble fingers made haste of her jeans as she turned so her ass faced me, revealing a matching pink lace thong.  “I’m just making myself more comfortable for your surprise.”

I quickly readjusted my hardening shaft in my pants.  “S-surprise?”

“Yes.”  She turned to lean forward, putting weight on her hands on either side of my thighs.  She peered down and grinned at the sight of the bulge in my pants.  “Remember…” Her eyes met mine. “Hands. Off.  But feel free to use your lips at any time.”  She turned to peer over her shoulder at me.  “That’s if you’re not too busy enjoying the show.”

Next thing I knew her ass was positioned strategically over my crotch.  Her head lay back on my shoulder where I could peer down and see everything.

Hannah began to move her hands, tantalizing the skin of her collarbone, trailing a path over the supple skin of her breasts.  She grabbed her tits and squeezed them, letting out a light moan and arching her butt further into me.  She continued, skimming the skin of her stomach.

I nipped the spot just below her ear.  “You’re going to kill me doing what I think you’re about to do.” Oh, but what a way to die!

Hannah laughed, but never said a word.

Holy fuck!
Hannah’s hips were grinding into me – into her hand.

Any mental pictures I could possibly conjure of her masturbating for me sure as hell would never hold a candle to the real thing!

My cock was steel, and if she kept this up, there’s no way I wouldn’t humiliate myself before we even got to the part where I got inside her. I needed her desperately.

“I’m going to come.” She ground herself aggressively on my dick, which I’m pretty sure now held a permanent imprint of my zipper.  “God, Ben!  I-I wish…I wish these were your fingers.”

My voice came out hoarse.  “Just say the words.”  Fuck, but this was the sweetest form of torture, but I no longer knew how much more of it that I could take.

“I’m so wet, Ben.  Oh!  Oh fuck!  I’m coming!  I’m coming!” She panted over me.

Her words, combined with her moans made me snap.  “Fuck this!”

Before her orgasm had the chance to taper off, I was scooping her up into my arms, and rushing us toward my bedroom where I unceremoniously dropped her to the mattress.  Looking down at the front of my pants, I grinned at the large wet spot on my crotch and proceeded to rid myself of them.

I grabbed the condom, rolled the thing on, pulled her panties to the side and rammed into her as far as I could go.

The cry she emitted made my balls clench.

I looked down at her and tisked.  “That was pure evil, Hannah.” I pulled back, then slammed myself back to the hilt, eliciting another cry of passion from her.  “Fuck, you’re hot.”

“You feel so good.”  She arched further into me.  Her nails digging into my shoulders as I pulled back to slam into her again, making me grunt.  “Fuck me, Ben!”

I lost it.  There was no holding back.

I buried my face in her neck, scraped my teeth on the tendon there as I pumped my hips into her with an almost violent fervor.  It was pure carnal, voracious in nature.  Something we both needed in that moment.

At a pace like that, it’s safe to say that we didn’t last long.  Hell, Hannah had me already at a boiling point before we even got off the couch!

I rolled off of her and collapsed at her side as we both breathed hard and tried to calm our bodies, the sweat cooling on our skin.

I turned my head to the side to find that Hannah had done the same and was looking back.  “Well,” she said, “that was…”

“…fucking amazing!” I finished for her.  “Where the hell have you been all my life?”

She laughed, then rolled onto her stomach to hover over me.  Brushing a strand of my hair from my forehead, she said, “In hiding, apparently.  It felt good to let loose.”

“Well, feel free to let loose
any time.” I lifted my head to capture her lips in a hungry kiss.  “Damn, baby, that was hot.”  She giggled and buried her face in my chest.  “You’re being shy now?”  I harrumphed.

“I was just thinking about it all.  I might be sore tomorrow.”

I flipped her to her back and hovered above her.  Junior had begun to rise for a repeat session.  Then again, he had never fully gone down.  “Want me to kiss it better?” My lips left a trail of wet kisses down her neck and over her collarbone, making their way down toward her heat.

“Mmm.”

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.” Our gazes locked on each other.  “This time, I’m taking my time.”

Hannah had wanted a shower first, and dragged me along with her.  My admission that I’d never taken one with a partner before shocked her.  It was something I had always wanted to try, but Candace had never held a sexually adventurous bone.  It wasn’t until I watched Hannah through the glass enclosure, the steam rolling off her skin as the water cascaded around her shoulders and down her back, that I concluded that she was the sexiest thing to ever grace my presence.

Hannah turned to look at me and smiled with her hair slicked back.  “Aren’t you going to join me?”

She didn’t have to ask me twice. When I got to her, I wrapped an arm around her waist, bringing her snug against my body as the water rained down on us.

“I could get used to showers like these.” I nuzzled her nose.

Hannah tilted her head up and gave me a sweet kiss.  “Glad I could oblige.”

It may have been a simple shower, but the tenderness that was exchanged as we lathered each other’s bodies, the kisses to the scars on my chest, the intimate discovery of every inch of skin that was exposed, sent my emotions reeling.

She made me feel like the most important person in her world.  I tried to reciprocate in hopes that she would know that she was the most important in mine.

In that shower stall, actions began to speak much louder than words…

When my alarm went off the next morning, Hannah was sleeping soundly on her back.  My robe had fallen away from her body revealing so much delectable flesh that begged for my attention.  Her lashes feathered at the tops of her cheeks, fluttering about as she dreamt.  Her auburn hair spilled across her pillow with soft waves.

Slowly, I reached out to her.  The tips of my fingers running over the lushness of her firm breasts, each nipple stiffening.  Her breath caught as her body wakened for me, despite the slumber that still had her within its grip.

My fingers headed down the middle of her stomach, following an imaginary line to her belly button, causing her back to arch.  She let out a low moan.  “Ben,” came out on a sigh.

With a flattened palm, I continued my feathery light touch to that treasure between her legs, licking my lips as soon as I felt the humid heat radiating.  I cupped her bare sex, thankful that we hadn’t redressed last night, and she arched her pelvis into my hand.

A quick swipe of a finger through her folds confirmed that she was ready for me.  Still unconscious, her legs parted further.

I knew I should get up and get ready for work, but those glistening folds begged me to finish what I’d started, and there was no way I’d leave her hanging.

Hannah let out a soft snore as I made my way between her thighs, inching them further and further apart gently so as not to wake her.

When my mouth connected with her heat, her body jolted.  I continued my ministrations, keeping them light and feathery, alternating between my fingers and my mouth.  She tasted like heaven. I don’t think I’d ever grow tired of her sweetness.

“Mmm… Ben.”

As I grew desperate to find myself buried inside her, I peered up to find Hannah wearing a devilish smile. She crooked her index at me in a come-hither gesture.

With a quick flick of the tongue to her nub, I pulled away from her haven and slowly kissed up her body, coming to a stop as I hovered above her.

“You!”  She grabbed on to my throbbing length, and began to pump, making me groan. “That was quite the wakeup call.”  I laughed and pecked her on the mouth.  “But you need to finish what you started,” she squeezed my girth, “with this.”

After sheathing myself, I slid nice and slow into her depths.  Where last night had been animalistic, this morning, it was sensual, lazy, and far from quick. I wanted to enjoy my time with Hannah, wanted her to enjoy it too.  By the way her body molded to mine, matching each thrust, giving me as much as she received, it was the perfect way to start the day.  To hell with getting to work on time, we only opened at lunch anyway.

When Hannah exploded, she clenched down on me so hard that I had no choice but to follow her over the edge.

Exchanging lazy kisses, Hannah’s hands stroked my back, her legs hugging my hips.  “You should get ready,” she whispered into a chaste kiss.  “I’ll go make you breakfast.”

As she tried to make her way out of bed, I pulled her back to me.  “I don’t have time, sweetheart.  I should have been out of here half an hour ago.”

“Then take me with you.  You can drop me off at the shop and grab something there.”

Who was I to decline an offer that kept me in her company longer, not to mention, that would have me sampling her tasty treats?

I parked the car and was about to get out when I paused to look at Hannah.  She’d been so excited to see her shop again after nearly three weeks of being away from it.  So why is it that her face had fallen?

“Hannah?” I shut my door and stayed in the car with her.  She seemed stuck in her thoughts.  I reached out for her hand.  She turned to face me, her smile forced.  “Ready?”

“Yeah.  I just got carried away with my thoughts, it’s all.”

“You’re worried about what you’ll have to deal with when you walk in there, aren’t you?”

“How’d-?” She cut herself off.  “You’ve been through it.  How’d it go for you?”

“You’d be surprised, but most treated me the same as before.  I’m not saying that people won’t look at you when you walk in there but-”

“They’re not going to judge.”

I nodded.  “The best part is that you’re the boss, so if they want to treat you like shit, you fire their asses.” This made her laugh.  “There it is.”

“There’s what?”

“The best sound in the world.”  I reached up to tuck her hair behind her ear.  “Well, next to-”

She smacked my chest, still laughing.  “Behave!  Now, come on.”

I walked in behind Hannah who was greeted by her workers with hugs and kisses on the cheek and the slew of welcome backs.  I recognized a few of her employees from the times I’d been in, one of them eyeing me like I was one of their desserts.

Hannah noticed right away.  “He’s taken,” she said over the girl’s shoulder and I couldn’t help the smile.

“Lucky lady,” the woman muttered.

I’d like to think so.

Hannah went to the other side of the counter and grabbed a few things from the display cases, stuffing them in a small takeout box.  She walked back around and leaned onto the counter before presenting me with the goodies.  “The breakfast rush seems like it was a little earlier than usual this morning, but I think what I put in there will do the trick.” She winked.

I took the box from her and kissed her forehead.  She groaned.  “If I kissed you the way I want to right now it wouldn’t look good.”

On a sigh, she said, “True, but you didn’t have to make it feel so damn brotherly.”

This made me laugh.  “I promise I’ll make it up to you later,” I whispered.

“I’ll hold you to that.  See you later?”

“You got it, sweetheart.”

I turned for the door.

Hannah’s, “Will you all quit it with your shenanigans and get back to work already?” had me smiling all the while shaking my head at the women’s comments about the sexy looks I’d been giving her.