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Hannah
She’d had to leave him, she kept telling herself over and over again as she sat on the couch in Zara’s house.
It was the right thing to do. They couldn’t stay holed up in that cabin together forever. Even if that’s what she’d wanted to do.
He had soccer and eventually she’d have her job.
A job that she was starting to resent more and more.
Her four days with Edwin had been the best four days of her life. Especially the last two after they’d both admitted their feelings.
He’d wanted her for so long. She still had a hard time wrapping her head around that.
And here she’d thought she'd been the one pining over him. Turns out, he had her beat.
Years, he’d wanted her and yet sat back and said nothing because he didn’t want to harm her job. What man does that? What person?
A good one, that's who.
“Okay, I’m ready,” Zara came bursting out of her room fresh from a shower. She’d only just walked in the door herself when Hannah had arrived and since she’d been at the gym, she told Hannah not to move while she took a quick shower.
Zara plopped down on the couch next to her, tucking her feet under her butt and turning to face her. “I want all the details. All. Of. Them.”
Hannah laughed. “I’m not sure I can give them all to you. Some of the things we did still make me blush.”
“Even better.” Zara's eyes lit up with excitement. “Edwin definitely looks like one of those guys who’s all clean-cut and sweet on the outside, but on the inside, likes to get freaky.”
She hit the fucking nail on the head. Freaky was exactly what he was.
And she’d fucking loved every minute of it.
“He’s amazing, Zar. I had no idea I even had it in me to be that way in bed. Or out of bed because we did it just as many times somewhere other than the bed.”
“That’s only because you’ve put sex on the back burner for so long. Don’t you remember college and how you’d wish the guys would do more than just missionary sex? You’ve had freakiness in you from the start. You just needed the right guy to pull it out of you.” She raised an eyebrow. “Turns out, you had a guy in mind this whole time.”
Hannah laughed. “Not as long as him, apparently.”
“Explain.”
“It seems he’s liked me since we met.”
“Five years ago.” Her brows furrowed. “Why didn’t he say anything?”
“For the same reason I didn’t say anything when I realized I liked him.”
“Fucking Top Athlete,” Zara said, with an annoyed tone to her voice. “Seriously, Han, why do you stay there?”
“I have to. I can’t just leave when things get hard. That’s not how I was raised.” Her parents taught her to push through and stick things out when they were hard. Quitting was not an option.
“I don’t think this is you leaving when things get hard. I think this would be realizing that you’ve outgrown them and making a decision to move on. That’s not quitting and I don’t know why you can’t see that.”
“I can’t change my whole life for a guy.” What if it didn’t work out? What if she gave up everything she had and they broke up? What then?
Zara sighed. “Listen, I know I don't have any experience with long-term relationships but if a guy wanted me the way that Edwin seems to want you, I’m not sure I would consider it giving something up. I would be getting the person I want in return. How is that a bad thing?”
“I don't know.” She shook her head. “I don’t know anything except that I feel good when we're together. Better than good. I feel like me. And when we’re apart, it sucks.”
“You love him,” Zara said like it was the most natural thing in the world.
There was no use denying it. She had been pretty sure before. Now it was definite. “I do.”
“Then stop being dumb.”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence.” Leave it to Zara to always tell it like it was.
“Girl, I love you and you know it but I hate how you always, always, put everything else before your happiness. You did it when you chose your college, although, I can’t be mad about that because I would have never met you.” She smirked. “Then you did it again when you chose TA over other agencies and you’re doing it again with your job over the man you love.”
“That’s not true. I wanted to go to school in Chicago and I wanted to work for TA.”
“Wrong. Do you remember the night of the oldies sorority party? Remember how drunk you got. Well, that night you spilled the beans and told me you would have rather gone to school in New York but that your dad had really wanted you to stay in Chicago.”
Hannah’s eyes widened. “I said that?” She remembered the party but didn’t remember anything she’d said that night, which was no surprise because she’d had a lot to drink. Although, now that she thought about it, the reason she’d been drinking so heavily was that her dad had been pushing her to take the job at Top Athlete. “Shit,” she said as she started to remember.
“I see you are starting to see that I’m right.”
She looked down at her lap, rubbing her hand against her leg, over and over again. “I didn’t even realize I did those things. I mean, sure I chose to stay in Chicago for college but I just thought I did it because it made my parents happy. I’m not sure I noticed how much my dad pushed for me to be there.” He’d kept telling her it was cheaper when she’d known that money wasn’t an issue and that she’d be happier and better off close by.
“I love your dad, you know that. But you make a lot of your decisions based on what he wants instead of what you want.”
She thought back to why she’d taken the job at Top Athlete. Her dad knew one of the guys and again, he’d pushed for her to go there rather than to take a job with another agency by saying she’d be close by and how much they’d miss her if she left.
How different would her life be if she’d made her own decisions? “I don’t know what to do with this information.”
“I think you might start by talking to your dad and seeing why he pushed so hard. And also maybe start doing things you want and stop thinking of other people. You have choices in life. There’s no need for you to settle for things you don’t really want.”
“I hate how smart you are.” She gave her friend a small smile. “It’s really annoying.”
“I know.” She leaned forward, placing her hand on Hannah’s arm. “You don’t have to take my advice but you should think about it. I want you to be happy.”
“I want to be happy. I just...” she sighed. “I never really noticed I was unhappy until Edwin vanished from my life. Now that I have this chance with him, I don’t want to ruin it. But I also hate being one of those girls who changes everything for a guy.”
“Let’s try this. Take Edwin out of the picture. But keep everything else you now know. What do you do?”
“If I knew that, we wouldn't be sitting here discussing it,” she deadpanned.
“Take time and think about it. Make a decision that you can live with but make it for yourself. Not for your dad and not for Edwin.” She kicked her feet out in front of her, placing them on the coffee table. “Now, can you please tell me all the freaky things you and Edwin did? Maybe I’ll get some ideas for my date Friday night.”
Hannah stretched her own legs out and leaned back against the couch as she laughed. “How much time do you have?”
They both laughed as she told her friend some of the things she and Edwin had done. She left out a lot, wanting to keep a good portion of it between her and him. They enjoyed an early dinner together and Zara filled her in on all the things that had been happening while she'd been away including her brother officially signing on with Sports World and becoming one of Zara’s clients. She was happy for her brother but at the same time, a little jealous that he got to do the things he wanted without worrying about any consequences.
That was the power of being so famous and important.
She'd texted Edwin to pick her up around seven and just a few minutes before that, she saw headlights shine through the front windows of Zara’s house.
“Looks like your man’s here,” Zara said.
“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” She really wanted to go spend the night with him but her friendship with Zara was important.
“God, yes. One of us should be having hot sex. Go. Get out of here and fuck that guy’s brains out.”
Hannah gave her a hug and then dashed out the door and into Edwin's waiting car.
“Hey,” she said as soon as she got inside.
He didn't say a word, instead, he grabbed her, pulling her toward him and kissing her like they’d been apart for years.
It was magnificent and just what she needed.
“Hi,” he said when they pulled apart, both of them breathing heavily. He smoothed a hand over her cheek, caressing it like she was the most precious thing in the world.
God, he made her feel good.
“That was some hello.” She couldn’t stop smiling. In fact, she was smiling so hard, her cheeks hurt.
“Only the best for you.” He released her and straightened himself in his seat as she did the same. “How’s Zara?”
“Good. She had a million questions for me, most of them about sex.”
He laughed, the sound going straight between her legs. She loved his laugh and had missed it the last few hours. “I hope you embellished appropriately.”
“There was no embellishment needed and I think you know that.”
He winked as he started backing out of Zara’s driveway. “I do, I just wanted to see what you’d say.”
She let out a deep laugh at his honest admission. “How was your day?” She’d resisted the urge to text him many times, wanting to see if she could do it.
She had, but it had been difficult.
“I stopped by to see Dallas and Ruby.” He glanced at her as he pulled onto the road. “Ruby says hi and that she hopes you forgive her for keeping my secrets.”
“Of course I do,” she answered quickly and honestly. “I could say the same for her about my secrets. She could have just as easily called you up and told you I was on the way.”
“None of it really matters now,” he said easily but for some reason he seemed tense. As tense as he was when they’d left the cabin.
“Is everything okay?” She asked, reaching out and placing her hand on his thigh.
He let out a deep shudder, his hand covering hers. “It is now.” He stroked his thumb over her hand. “I just missed you, that’s all.”
She understood the feeling well. She’d missed him so much and it had only been five hours. She had no clue what she was going to do when they were hundreds of miles apart for weeks at a time. “What time do you leave tomorrow?” The Strikers were heading to Florida for ten days for some warm weather training.
“I don’t want to think about it,” he said. “All I want to think about is you and having you naked in my bed.”
“Is that something you’ve thought about a lot? Me in your bed?” She loved when he told her the things he’d thought about doing to her all these years or how he pictured making love to her.
“Fuck yeah,” he said vehemently. “You have no fucking idea the things I’ve thought of doing to you in my bed.”
Shivers rolled through her body at the excitement of finding out. “I can’t wait for you to show me.” She squeezed his leg and he groaned and pushed her hand off his leg.
“If you want to make it to my house before I fuck you, you better keep your hands to yourself.”
That had her wild side coming out to play. “Maybe I don’t want to make it to your house.” She leaned over the middle console, one of her hands landing on his chest and toying with the fabric of his shirt under his jacket.
His heart was beating fast under her hand and he groaned when she leaned in even further and nipped at his jaw.
“Jesus,” he swore.
She laughed with her lips still against his jaw. “You smell so good.”
“I think that’s my line to you,” he said through gritted teeth.
She ran her hand from his chest down to his lap, where he was sporting a very impressive erection. She squeezed him through his jeans and loved the hiss that came from him as she did.
“Hannah,” he said, her name like a prayer from his mouth
“Edwin,” she said on a purr, as she squeezed his cock again.
“Three fucking minutes. We’ll be home in three fucking minutes,” he rasped out. “And then you will pay for this.”
She laughed, the sound coming from deep in her throat. “Let’s just see if you can last that long.” She teased him with her hands and mouth the rest of the drive. He swore and begged and told her all the things he was going to do to her when he stopped the car.
Those only made her keep going.
She wanted the same thing he wanted. Bold, no holds barred, phenomenal, uninhibited sex. Sex that made her toes curl and her skin tingle.
Sex that was more than sex even if it was kinky and wild. Sex that was actually making love.
The car turned fast and she glanced out the window to see they were pulling into a driveway. She started to move back to her own seat, figuring they’d be getting out, but he gripped her leg and held her against him. He drove straight into the garage, the car stopping with a jerk.
He had her pulled onto his lap less than a second later.
“You teased me the whole way here.” He nuzzled her neck, his tongue darting out to lick her skin. “Now it’s my turn.”
She moaned as she wiggled against his lap and situated her legs so she was straddling him. “Do your worst.” She tilted her head back and gave him full access to her neck and chest. She wanted this as much as he did and she wasn’t about to deny either one of them.
“I need you naked.” He started tugging and pulling on her clothes but in the small space, it was almost impossible. “Fuck this,” he said and pushed the door open getting out with her still on his lap, hanging on for dear life.
“Edwin!” His name came out as squeak. A guy had never carried her before and it was a little scary considering she probably weighed about the same as he did.
“I‘ve got you,” he said as he easily carried her a couple of steps before lowering her down on the hood of his car.
She could feel the warmth from the engine under her butt. “What are we doing?” She kept her legs wrapped tightly around him and he was back to kissing her neck as he removed her clothing.
“What does it look like we're doing?” he said against her skin. “I’m going to fuck you on top of my car.”
His words had her shivering and her pussy pulsing with need. She leaned backward, dropping her hands behind her to hold her up. “Isn’t this, like, bad for the paint or something?” She was sitting on a brand new Corvette. There was no way she wasn’t denting the hood or scratching the paint.
“Do you think I give a fuck.” He pulled her sweatshirt over her head, leaving her in only her bra and jeans.
His eyes were glued to her chest. The man had a real obsession with her boobs. Before she could speak again, he had his hands around her back and the bra off her body. His big hands wasted no time cupping her breasts. She moaned at the contact.
“I have no idea how I’m going to go without seeing these for weeks on end.” He dipped his head forward, licking the nipple of one breast.
She arched her back, pressing her breast deeper into his mouth. She loved his mouth whether it was on her lips, her breasts, or her pussy. Everything he did with it, worked for her. When she was back in Chicago and she was in her bed all alone, she had a feeling she’d dream of his mouth on her every night.
Growing impatient, she sat forward and worked to get his pants off, pushing them down his legs, his hard cock greeting her. She stroked him several times in her fist and heard him groan around the nipple in his mouth. Without breaking contact with her breasts, he somehow got her pants opened and shoved them down her legs and off her body.
“Condom,” she panted out as she continued to stroke his cock, loving the feel of it in her hand.
He finally lifted his head from her chest, shoving his hands in his coat pockets and coming out with a condom before shrugging out of his coat and letting it fall to the ground. Before he could open it and roll it on, she reached out and snatched it from his hand.
He gave her a stern look. “Hannah,” he said like he was scolding her.
“Edwin,” she purred sensually as she tore open the foil packet. Slowly, to drive him even crazier, she slid the condom down his length. His eyes watched her with so much heat and raw desire.
“You’re killing me here,” he said, his voice low and harsh.
She tipped her head up, her mouth coming into contact with his chin. With a wink, her tongue slipped out and gave him a small lick. “I think you’re going to be fine.” She finished with the condom and leaned backward again, giving him complete access to her body.
He didn’t waste a second of time before thrusting all the way inside her.
She cried out at how good it felt and wished like hell she had something to hold onto. She loved watching him from this position. She could see his cock sliding in and out of her body and it was so erotic to watch.
“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned out when he pulled all the way out and then pushed forward with enough force to push her up the hood of the car. When her legs around his waist started to slip, he gripped them both, holding them firm as he slowly pulled out once again.
Each thrust got harder and she wasn’t sure how that was even possible. Her whole body shook as she begged for him not to stop.
“I’m not stopping,” he said on a thrust. “I never want to stop.”
She felt the same way.
And it wasn’t just the sex. It was everything with him. He knew her better than anyone. Over the years, she’d let him in the way she’d only done with a few people in her life.
Those thoughts along with his thumb stroking her clit as he pounded hard inside her, sent her orgasm careening through her.
“Fuck yeah,” he groaned out and slammed hard into her one more time before coming right along with her.
Needing to be as close to him as possible for as long as possible, she sat up, wrapping her arms around him as they both rode out their releases.
It was going to be hard as fuck to walk away from this man.