Page 45 of Keeping You

Hannah’s cheeks pinken before she says, “He is,” and holds up her left hand, the light hitting her rings perfectly.

He looks shocked, to say the least.

“Again, Davis, I recommend removing your hands from my wife.”

“It’s just a dance, man. Calm down.”

I’m not in the mood for this. I wrap an arm around Hannah’s waist and pull her into me. She giggles when her back hits my chest. Davis goes to protest, but I grab Hannah’s hand and spin her before falling into the dance moves with her. She grins as she follows my every move. When the music ends, I drag her off the dance floor, down the hallway, and into the back office. I try the handle and am not surprised the door isn’t locked.

I lead her inside, close the door, and spin around, pinning her between me and the door.

“What did I say about sharing, Spitfire?”

Her eyes widen as her pupils dilate. She’s turned on, and it only turns me on, too. She fists my shirt as she says, “That you don’t share.”

I nod. “What else did I say?”

She swallows, and I watch the movement in her throat. “That I’m yours.” Her voice comes out breathy.

Hearing her acknowledge that has me needing to take her right here and now. I need to claim her. I need her to know that no other man is going to touch her.

Leaning forward, I drag my nose lightly up her neck and watch goosebumps erupt across her skin. I gently kiss behind her ear before tugging on her earlobe with my teeth. “I think I might need to fuck you so that message gets into your pretty little head.”

She nods.

“You like the sound of that? Like the thought of my cock stretching your pussy as I fuck you so hard you won’t walk straight for a week.”

Her head rolls back as a moaned, “God, yes,” escapes her.

That sounds like the best fucking thing in the world, only I’m now remembering I don’t have a fucking condom on me. I drop my head into the crook of her neck. “I don’t have a condom.”

“I’m clear,” she whispers.

“I need a condom,” I whisper back, and she nods. “So help me God, if you tell me you have one I may need to spank you until your ass is bright red.”

She bites her lip as she shakes her head. “I don’t have one.”

She presses her thighs together and squirms. I drop to my knees in front of her. “This will have to do for now.” I reach forward for the waistband of her shorts and make eye contact with her. When she nods, I undo the button and slowly pull her shorts and panties down her legs, exposing her pussy. I help her spread her legs, and her eyes remain on me the entire time.

“You wet for me, Spitfire?”

She nods.

“Such a good girl, wet and ready for your husband.”

I lean forward and tease her with my tongue. Her hand comes to her mouth, and she bites down on it, holding back her moan. I bring a finger to her entrance and tease her some more. Her free hand comes to my hair, and she grabs a fist full. I grin at her before I begin feasting on her like a man starved. I taste every inch of her. She bucks against my face, chasing her release.

My finger slowly enters her, crooking to find that sensitive spot inside. The feral moan that tears out of her tells me I’ve found it. I don’t relent. I keep going until she’s clenching around my finger and calling my name as she comes.

I help her back into her panties and shorts, leaning down and whispering in her ear, “I want you to spend the rest of the nightknowing that it was me who just made you come like that. That I’m the only man who makes you come like that.”

She nods, and when she’s righted herself, I lead her back into the bar. The look on my sister’s face tells me she knows something just happened with Hannah and me back there. We go to the dance floor, and I don’t leave Hannah’s side until we’re ready to head home.

When I climb into bed, I pull Hannah into me just like I did last night. I make a mental note that tomorrow I need to make a run to the store and grab some condoms, because I’m not missing a chance to fuck my wife like I did tonight.

CHAPTER 17

Hannah

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