Page 121 of Truck Hard

True to his word, he starts a slow exploration of my body, mapping me with lips and tongue and gentle fingers. He traces the curve of my collarbone with kisses, nuzzles the sensitive spot behind my ear that makes me gasp. His hands stroke my sides as his mouth returns to my breasts, drawing deep moans from my throat as he sucks and nibbles.

I arch into his touch, desperate for more, but he maintains his maddeningly slow pace. He seems determined to memorize every freckle, every scar, every sensitive spot that makes me whimper. When his hand finally slides between my thighs, we both groan at how wet I am.

“Fuck, sweetheart.” His voice is strained as his fingers tease my entrance. “So ready for me.”

He strokes my clit with gentleness while continuing to lavish attention on my breasts. The dual sensations have me writhing beneath him, pleasure building steadily as he slowly works first one finger then two inside me. The stretch is delicious, his fingers thick and knowing exactly how to curl to hit that spot that makes stars explode behind my eyes.

Just as I’m about to tumble over the edge, he withdraws his fingers. I whine in protest, hips lifting to chase his touch.

His low chuckle vibrates against my breast. “Patience, sweetheart. Want to taste you first. Want you to come in my mouth.”

Before I can process his words, he’s sliding down my body, pressing open-mouthed kisses to my stomach, my hip bones, the insides of my thighs. The first swipe of his tongue against my core has me arching off the bed with a cry that I quickly muffle with my hand, mindful of Cam down the hall.

Liam takes his time here too, alternating between broad strokes of his tongue and focused attention on my clit. He seems to delight in drawing out my pleasure, bringing me to the edge only to back off and start again. By the time he finally lets me come, I’m a trembling mess, barely able to remember my own name.

I’m still shaking with aftershocks when I feel him moving up my body. The crinkle of a condom wrapper barely registers through my pleasure-hazed brain. Then he’s there, the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance as he captures my lips in a deep kiss.

He enters me slowly, letting me feel every thick inch as he stretches and fills me. The sensation is overwhelming—not just physically but emotionally. This is Liam, my first love, the father of my child, the man who’s stood by me through everything. He belongs here, belongs with me, in me, around me.

“Hannah,” he breathes against my lips once he’s fully seated. “My Hannah.”

I wrap my legs around his waist, drawing him even deeper as I cup his face in my hands. “Yours.”

He starts to move then, with slow, deep strokes that have me melting into him. Every thrust feels deliberate, like he’s trying to imprint himself on my very soul. His eyes never leave mine, holding me captive with the intensity of his gaze as he makes love to me.

Time loses all meaning as we move together. There’s only this—the slide of skin on skin, the perfect rhythm we create, the way he seems to read my body’s every need. He alternates between slow, grinding thrusts that have me gasping and harder, deeper strokes that make me cry out into his shoulder.

When I feel myself getting close again, I dig my nails into his back. “Please,” I whimper, not even sure what I’m begging for.

But Liam knows. He always knows. He shifts his angle slightly, hitting that perfect spot inside me while his thumb finds my clit. “Come for me, sweetheart. Want to feel you.”

The combination of his words, his touch, and the pure love shining in his eyes sends me spiraling. He captures my cry with his mouth, swallowing my moans as pleasure courses through me in waves. A few more deep thrusts and he follows me over, groaning my name against my lips as his hips stutter and still.

We lie tangled together afterward, trading soft kisses as our breathing slowly returns to normal. His weight on top of me feels grounding rather than crushing, and I run my fingers through his sweat-dampened hair as contentment settles deep in my bones.

“Stay,” I whisper when he starts to move. “Just… stay like this for a minute.”

He props himself up enough to look at me, his expression so tender it makes my heart ache. “I’ll stay as long as you want me.”

“Forever?” The word slips out before I can stop it, vulnerability making my voice shake.

His answering smile is bright enough to light up the darkness. “Forever sounds perfect to me.”

He kisses me again, soft and sweet, before carefully withdrawing and disposing of the condom. When he returns to bed, he gathers me close against his chest, one hand stroking up and down my spine. I press my ear over his heart, letting its steady rhythm soothe me.

We lie there in comfortable silence for a while, just breathing together. His fingers trace idle patterns on my skin while I listen to his heartbeat. After everything we’ve been through—all the pain and fear and uncertainty—this moment feels like coming home.

As I drift toward sleep, Liam’s heartbeat strong and steady beneath my ear, I silently thank whatever twist of fate brought him back into my life. Second chances don’t come often, but I’m going to grab onto this one with both hands and never let go.

Tomorrow will bring new challenges, new steps forward in our journey together. But for now, I’m exactly where I belong—safe in the arms of the man I love, with our son sleeping peacefully down the hall.

For the first time in over a decade, I’m truly home.

The worldstill slumbers in darkness as I slowly drift into consciousness. Through half-lidded eyes, I study Liam’s sleeping form beside me, watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest. In the dim pre-dawn light filtering through my bedroom window, his features are softened, making him look younger—almost like the boy I fell in love with all those years ago.

My fingers itch to trace the strong line of his jaw, now covered in morning stubble, but I resist the urge to touch him. He needs his rest. Instead, I carefully slip out from under his arm and ease off the bed.

The floorboards creak softly under my feet as I retrieve my robe from the back of the door. The silk is cool against my bare skin as I wrap it around myself, tying the sash securely. With one last glance at Liam’s peaceful face, I pad quietly from the room.

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