Page 129 of Truck Hard

“Absolutely.” Liam’s voice is rough with emotion. “Come on, buddy. We’ll teach you how to wire them properly.”

I step back, watching as my two favorite people huddle around Warren, heads bent together as they examine the fixtures. The sight fills me with a warmth I never thought I’d feel again during those dark years with Charlie. This is what familyshould feel like—safe, loving, full of laughter and learning and light.

“Earth to Hannah.” Warren’s voice breaks into my thoughts. “We could use another set of hands here.”

“Coming,” I say, moving to join them. As I stand beside Liam, his hand automatically finds the small of my back—a casual touch that grounds me, reminds me that this is real. We’re really here, really building this life together.

The afternoon passes in a blur of activity. We manage to install all the new fixtures, though not without a few mishaps—including one memorable moment when Warren accidentally crosses two wires and plunges us into temporary darkness. Cam finds this hilarious, his laughter echoing through the house in a way that makes my heart soar.

By the time Warren leaves, promising to return tomorrow with some new tiles for the bathroom, we’re all exhausted but satisfied. The house is slowly transforming from the run-down shell it was when I first moved back to something that feels like home.

“Bath time, mister.” I tell Cam, eyeing his paint-splattered clothes. “Then homework.”

He groans dramatically but heads upstairs without argument. The sound of running water soon follows, along with his off-key singing that brings a smile to my face.

Liam comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder. “Want help cleaning up?”

I lean back against his chest, savoring the solid warmth of him. “In a minute. Just want to enjoy this for a moment.”

“Enjoy what?”

“This.” I gesture vaguely at the half-finished kitchen around us. “All of it. The mess, the chaos, the fact that we’re doing this together. That Cam is happy. That I’m happy.”

His arms tighten around me. “You deserve to be happy, sweetheart. You both do.”

The simple sincerity in his voice threatens to undo me. I turn in his arms, needing to see his face. “So do you.”

His eyes search mine, full of an emotion that steals my breath. “I am happy. Happier than I’ve ever been.”

The kiss starts soft, tender, but quickly deepens as weeks of shared intimacy and trust fuel the fire between us. His hands slide under my shirt—his shirt—callused fingers tracing patterns on my skin that make me shiver.

“Liam,” I gasp as his lips find that sensitive spot below my ear. “Cam—”

“Is occupied with his bath,” he murmurs against my neck. “And then homework.”

“We should clean up.” I protest weakly, even as my hands fist in his shirt, pulling him closer.

He pulls back just enough to meet my eyes, his own dark with desire. “Later.”

Before I can respond, he’s lifting me onto the drop cloth-covered counter, stepping between my thighs. My legs wrap around his waist automatically as his mouth claims mine again, hot and hungry.

“The paint’s probably not dry.” I manage between kisses as his hands push up under my shirt.

He chuckles against my lips. “Probably not. But I don’t care if you don’t.”

I answer by pulling him closer, losing myself in the feel of him. We’ve learned each other’s bodies so well over these past weeks, yet every touch still feels electric, every kiss still makes my heart race. There’s a freedom in this passion that I never knew with Charlie—no fear, no shame, just pure pleasure and trust and love.

A crash from upstairs followed by Cam’s “I’m okay!” breaks us apart, breathing heavily.

Liam rests his forehead against mine with a rueful laugh. “Raincheck?”

I shake my head and reach for the button on his jeans. “No, now. Quickly.”

“Fuck, sweetheart.” He moans as I take his hard cock into my hand and give him a gentle squeeze. He quickly undoes my jeans and shimmies them down my legs, only bothering with releasing one of my legs so I can wrap them around his waist.

His cock instantly finds my entrance.

Liam thrusts inside me with one hard stroke, filling me completely. I gasp at the sudden fullness, my nails digging into his shoulders through his shirt. He gives me no time to adjust, setting a relentless pace that has the counter creaking beneath us.

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