Page 62 of Keeping You

I nod and rest my chin on her shoulder to read over her shoulder. She’s right in the middle of an explicit scene, and I’m not sure how she continues reading with a straight face. I’m getting harder as the scene progresses. She adjusts herself a little, and I hold back a groan, the feeling of her wiggling in my lap driving me crazy. She looks at me over her shoulder before her gaze returns to her Kindle.

After a minute, she asks, “Can I flip the page?”

I clear my throat. “Yeah.”

She taps the screen, and we continue reading. The scene is amping up, and I don’t know how the hell she reads this shit in public, because there is no way someone wouldn’t notice how hard I am.

When we finish the chapter, she locks her Kindle and climbs delicately off my lap before saying, “Good night,” and heading inside.

I lean my head back against the chair, trying to calm down my dick that just wants release now. My mind can’t move away from those scenes, though. All I want to do is head inside and ask Hannah if she wants to recreate them with me. After a few minutes, I know I’m not going to get this erection to go away and I head inside and straight for the bathroom. Luckily, Hannah’s done and in our bedroom when I get there.

I turn the shower onto cold and step inside. I look down at myself and decide fuck it, I need to rub one out. Gripping myself tightly, I stroke my cock from the base to the tip, taking my time. I picture Hannah naked at the waterfall and how much I wanted to fuck her there. Hannah riding me this morning. My need for her is consuming. I don’t want her to think I only want her for her body, though. The sex is amazing. And I love having sex with her, but I want more.

I remember the feeling her body pressed against mine.

The way she tastes.

Her voice when she calls my name as she comes.

That does it. That sends me over the edge, coming with her name on my lips.

I turn off the shower and quickly dry off before quietly making my way into the bedroom, not wanting to wake her if she’s already fallen asleep. Standing at the edge of the bed, I stop in my tracks, noticing she’s in bed completely naked. Dropping my towel, I climb in behind her, and pulling her into me. Shewiggles against me, settling in, and a contented sigh leaves her. I fall asleep to the sound of her soft breathing.

Hannah’s not in bed when I wake up. I dress in a pair of gym shorts and a T-shirt and head downstairs. I lean against the entryway to the kitchen as I watch Mom and Hannah move around, cooking together.

“What was your favourite thing to cook with your mom?” Mom asks.

Hannah stiffens a little, and as she avoids looking at Mom, I know she has a fake smile plastered on her face, hiding the pain from her mom not doing those types of things with her.

“I didn’t cook with my mom growing up. I did occasionally with my dad, but he was busy working full time. We’d make dinner together when he was home early and could show me what to do. Mom was never interested, though.”

Mom nods as she listens, absorbing Hannah’s words. Mom has always known just how to respond to all types of news, and as I watch her, I know she knows all Hannah needs is someone to truly listen to her. Not someone to try to fix problems or tell her it’s alright.

“Grayson was always in the kitchen with me when he was young. I’m not sure I could have kicked him out even if I wanted to.” Mom laughs.

The smile that spreads across Hannah’s face as she turns to look at her is genuine.

“I’m not surprised with the way he cooks.”

“Oh, good. He cooks for you,” Mom says, her smile matching Hannah’s.

“Yeah. He always makes sure I’m fed, especially after a shift at the hospital. My dad will be grateful. He’s always on me, making sure that I’m taking care of myself, especially with the shifts I work.”

“And how did your parents take the news of your wedding? I know I was a bit shocked when Grayson first told us.”

I watch as Hannah’s shoulders slump. “My mom didn’t take it so well. I haven’t told my dad yet. I want to tell him in person.”

Mom nods. “How do you think he’ll take it?”

“He’ll be hurt. I’m his only daughter. I know he wanted to walk me down the aisle, and I took that from him, but he’ll be happy as long as I’m happy.”

Mom stops what she’s doing and wraps an arm around Hannah’s shoulders and squeezes her. “Are you happy?”

Hannah’s silent for a few seconds before she nods slightly and says, “Yeah. I’m happy.”

My heart feels like it might burst from my chest. I work to contain my smile as I push off the wall and make my way towards them.

“Good morning,” I say, and both of them look over their shoulders at me and smile.

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