Page 67 of Truck Hard

“So fucking gorgeous like this.” He grits out, hips rising to meet each of my downward strokes. “Love watching you take your pleasure.”

One of his hands slides from my hip to where we’re joined, thumb finding my clit with unerring accuracy. The added stimulation makes me cry out, walls clenching around him as pleasure spirals higher.

“Please,” I whimper, though I’m not sure what I’m begging for. “Liam, please.”

“I’ve got you.” He promises, circling my clit faster. “Come for me again, sweetheart. Need to feel you come on my cock.”

His words push me over the edge. Another orgasm crashes through me like a lightning strike, making my whole body seize as waves of pleasure roll through me. I’m dimly aware of Liam groaning beneath me, his hips jerking up as he follows me over the edge.

I collapse onto his chest, boneless and sated. His arms come around me immediately, holding me close as we both catch our breath. For a long moment, we just lie there, skin cooling in the morning air as our heartbeats slowly return to normal.

“That was...” I trail off, unable to find words adequate to describe what just happened.

“Yeah.” He agrees, pressing a kiss to my temple. “It was.”

Eventually we have to separate, dealing with the condom and cleaning up. But when Liam pulls me back into his arms, something feels different. The walls I’ve built around my heart show definite signs of cracking, and for once, I’m not afraid of what that means.

As I curl into his warmth, surrounded by the scent of sex and paint andhim, I realize that maybe some things are worth the risk of being broken. Maybe some loves are strong enough to overcome any obstacle.

Maybe this time, we’ll get it right.

Chapter 15

Tender Moments

Liam

Sunlight casts a warm glow across Hannah’s naked body as she lies curled against me on her living room floor. My fingers trail lazily up and down her spine, savoring the silky smoothness of her skin. She fits perfectly in my arms, her head tucked under my chin, one leg draped over mine. Just like she always has.

The quiet intimacy of the moment floods me with memories—stolen kisses behind the auto shop, fevered touches in the back of my truck, lazy Sunday afternoons spent just like this out at the lake. My heart aches thinking of all the years we lost, all the moments we could have shared if I hadn’t been such a stubborn, prideful idiot.

“This feels familiar,” Hannah murmurs against my chest, her breath warm on my skin. “Remember that time in high school when my parents went to drop Harper off at college?”

A chuckle rumbles through me. “How could I forget? They were only gone one night and trusted you to stay home alone.”

“Big mistake.” She laughs softly, the sound making my heart skip. “We spent most of that night right here on this floor.”

“The carpet was newer then.” I run my hand over the worn fibers beneath us. “Though I seem to remember we made it to the bed eventually.”

Her fingers trace patterns on my chest as she smiles. “After round three, maybe? Everything’s a bit hazy now.”

“Round four, actually.” I press a kiss to her temple. “And then your parents came home early the next morning and nearly caught us.”

“God, that was terrifying.” She props herself up on an elbow to look at me, eyes sparkling with mirth. “You had to climb out my bedroom window in nothing but your boxers because you didn’t have time to dress before my dad was knocking on my bedroom door.”

The memory makes me grin. “Probably gave Mrs. Haas quite a show when I ran down the road. She was always out watering her garden at the crack of dawn.”

“Is that why she could never look me in the eye after that?” Hannah’s laugh fills the room, bright and beautiful. “I always wondered.”

I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, marveling at how natural this feels—lying here with her, sharing memories and laughter like no time has passed at all. But timehaspassed. Years of it, filled with mistakes and regrets that still weigh heavy on my conscience.

“You know what I’ve never been able to figure out?” I say after a moment. “What that stupid fight that caused us to break up was even about. The one that started this whole mess.”

Hannah’s brow furrows as she thinks. “I honestly can’t remember either. Just that I was so angry at you.”

“Angry enough to say yes when Charlie asked you out,” I say quietly, the old hurt flickering in my chest even now.

She drops her gaze, fingers stilling on my skin. “I knew it was wrong the moment I did it. I just... I wanted to hurt youlike you’d hurt me. Though now I don’t remember what you did to hurt me so badly.” A bitter laugh escapes her. “And then you told me to go for it, that Charlie could give me everything you couldn’t.”

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