Page 131 of Bagging the Blueliner
My mouth captured hers, and I pulled her body flush with mine. Her lips opened, and my tongue swept inside, tasting her for the first time in months. How I’d survived a single daywithout her didn’t seem possible—she was the missing piece of my life. I poured the promise of a future together into this kiss, reminding her she was mine just as much as I was hers. We belonged to each other.
Blood rushed south as Hannah clutched at my back, trying to get closer, and I ground my hips into hers. I didn’t give a fuck that we were steps away from my parents sitting inside or that people would be showing up any minute. I needed to be inside her. Now.
Sliding my hands down past her ass, I gripped the back of her thighs and lifted her into my arms. The heels of her boots dug into my lower back, and I swallowed her moan when her core lined up perfectly over my hardened dick.
Walking up the steps of the porch, I pressed her body against the exterior wall of the house. Tearing my mouth from hers, I trailed kisses along her jaw, down the curve of her neck, loving the way she threw her head back, letting me take what I wanted.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” I groaned against her heated skin.
“Not more than I’ve missed you,” Hannah breathed out.
I forced a hand between our bodies where her skirt rode up. Her breathing hitched when I reached her drenched panties and pushed them aside. I might not be able to free my dick out here, but I could fuck her with my hand. It would have to be enough until I could get her somewhere private.
Just as I slipped two fingers inside her—my cock throbbing, desperate to take their place—a voice called out, “Are you two done yet? It was one thing on the yacht, but you’re scarring my children. They don’t need a visual demonstration on how babies are made.”
“Jaxon!” Natalie shrieked.
Panting, I dropped my head to the crook of Hannah’s neck, trying to catch my breath. Praying my body covered most of Hannah’s, I removed my hand, easing her down my body andsmoothing the skirt over her thighs before turning around and facing our best friends and their family.
“Hey, guys.” I cleared my throat, trying to mask how gravelly it sounded.
Jaxon had a shit-eating grin on his face, but Natalie was flushed a deep crimson, her hands held over Charlie’s eyes where she rested on her hip. Amelia and Jameson were trying their best not to laugh—they were in middle school; surely, they’d seen people making out before, though maybe not quite to this extent. Beau’s gigantic smile matched that of his dad’s.
Running up onto the porch, Beau exclaimed, “Uncle Cal! Were you making a baby with Aunt Hannah? You two were kissing. Dad made a baby with Mom, and they only do little kisses. Yours was abigkiss.”
I was at a loss for words, but Hannah got down on one knee before him. “Not today, buddy. We were just practicing. Sometimes, that’s even more fun.” Rising to her feet, she threw me a wink and linked our hands.
The screen door banged open, and my mom hollered, “Jaxon, could you pop into the kitchen and help me with a few things?”
Jumping into action, Jaxon replied, “Yes, ma’am.”
I groaned. “Mom, I paid caterers.”
She merely waved a hand at me. “Oh, I know. But we couldn’t host a party on the ranch without my famous potato salad.”
“Of course not,” I muttered.
Surveying the children before her, she lit up. “Do ya’ll like animals? Calvin and Julian can take you down to the stables and show you around while the adults get everything ready for the party.”
Four very excited children rushed into the house, Amelia taking her little sister from Natalie. Mom disappeared with them, the sounds of her yelling for the boys echoing behind her.
Jaxon stepped up onto the porch. “Glad to see everything is right with the world again.”
He let himself into the house without another word, leaving only Natalie behind. She looked down at our intertwined hands, and a sly smile graced her lips.
“Looks like one of you knows how to fight for what they want,” she remarked.
Gawking at her, the pieces fell into place. “You knew she was here, didn’t you?”
Reaching up, she gave me a couple of pats on the cheek. “Oh, Cal. Who do you think she bummed a ride with to Calgary?”
“You could have said something earlier, you know. Put me out of my misery.”
Natalie tilted her head to the side. “You’ve been miserable this long. What was another three hours? And you could have just as easily picked up the phone and called her yourself. Just think, you could have had some real alone time with her if you had.” Smirking, she added, “Pity,” before following her family inside the house.
“Damn, that was cold,” I muttered, but Hannah only laughed.
Pulling me with her to the old porch swing, she sat, patting the spot beside her in invitation. Before joining her, I simply took a moment to drink her in.
