Chapter 9—Ryan

I said goodbye to the last party guest and stood on the porch, waving until their car disappeared. The weather was taking a turn, and the snow was starting to accumulate. Snow on Halloween—You had to love Fall in Michigan. Sighing, I closed the door, and then began the painstaking task of cleaning up empty cups, plates, and beer bottles. I took a quick breath to change into a pair of pajama pants and a T-shirt. That costume wasn’t exactly comfortable. Then, I resumed cleaning up. I hadn’t seen Hannah come back inside, but then again, I’d been busy trying to gently dissuade Deidra’s advances. Under different circumstances, I wouldn’t have hesitated to make a move, but she wasn’t the one I wanted, and it would be mean to lead her on.

“Okay, I won’t be home too late,” Kennedy said as she came downstairs. She’d changed into jeans and a sweater. Thank God. I wasn’t a fan of that dress she’d been wearing. “Just gonna go out and grab some food with Nathan, Corrine, and Heather.”

I nodded. “Be safe. The weather out there isn’t getting any better.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’ll be fine, Dad.” She placed a kiss on my cheek. “See ya later.”

“Wait. Isn’t Hannah going with you?”

Kennedy shook her head. “No. She’s not feeling up to it.” She frowned. “She needs more time to deal with…everything.”

Outside, a horn honked.

“Okay, I really gotta go. See you later.” With a wave, Kennedy was out the front door.

Which meant it was just me and Hannah in this house. Again. My heart clenched, but I wasn’t sure if it was excitement or dread. Maybe a bit of both. A moment later, I heard the back door open then close. Hannah walked into the living room. She was shivering and pale white. Her lips were blue. My eyes widened.

“Jesus, Hannah.” I rushed toward her. “You’re freezing.”

She nodded, and her teeth chattered.

I took hold of her hand and winced at how icy her fingers felt. Christ, had she been outside this entire time? I led her to the couch and motioned for her to sit. When she did, I grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch. I laid down, and she eagerly did the same, facing me. I draped the blanket over us and pulled her closer. Hannah snuggled against me, and after a few moments, her body stopped shivering. And then it was just her and me, perfectly melded together on the couch.

God damn, she felt too good in my arms. Too perfect.

Slowly, I ran my hands up and down her back, comforting her. Trying to keep her warm. She wiggled closer, and I sucked in a sharp breath. Her dress was flimsy and did nothing to hide her hard nipples.

“Better?” I asked.

“Mm-hmm.” Her breath was warm against my neck, and it was my turn to shiver. She flattened her hands on my chest, and my cock thickened.

It was a terrible fucking idea to lay with her on the couch like this, but she’d been freezing, and I’d wanted nothing more than to hold her, make her feel better. I dragged my hands down her back, stopping barely above her ass, and bunched her dress in my fingers, lifting it slightly.

“Ryan,” she whispered. Then she hitched her leg, draping it over mine.

My cock twitched with anticipation, and she must’ve felt it because she moved her hips just enough to tease me. I groaned, letting my hands dip lower until I was greeted with smooth, cool flesh. Fuck me! She was wearing thongs. Her ass was firm and round and so damn perfect. I squeezed her cheeks a moment before slipping a finger under her thong and following the string around to her wet pussy.

She gasped. “What’re you doing?”

“What does it feel like I’m doing?” I teased her clit with my finger.

Hannah glanced up at me, her eyes dark and intense. “I thought—”

I slid two fingers inside of her, cutting off whatever she was about to say. She moaned my name, and there was no more fighting this. I needed her. Right here. Right now. And I knew she wouldn’t deny me. Lowering my head, I captured her lips, and her response was much too eager. She kissed me hard, her tongue plunging against mine like I was her personal life saver.

“I should’ve done this the moment I saw you wearing those panties and tank top.” I nipped at her chin then trailed kisses across her neck. “I was so fucking hard that morning.”

“I know,” she said breathlessly.

Sliding my fingers from her, I rubbed them between her pussy lips, giving her clit a gentle squeeze. God, she was so wet. My dick ached with the need to be inside of her, and as badly as I wanted to take things slowly, to savor her, I couldn’t. I moved over onto my back while simultaneously pulling her over on top of me.

She straddled me, and the instant her crotch landed on mine, I was a fucking goner. My body jerked involuntarily, and every nerve was on edge, buzzing and jumping like a live wire. Grabbing her ass, I held her down on me, wanting her to feel exactly how hard I was for her. “Hannah,” I groaned.

“Please don’t stop. Not again.” She ran her hands up my shirt, her fingernails scraping erotically over my abs and chest.

“Hell no.” Reaching between us, I freed my throbbing cock from the confines of my pants. “But I need to know this is really what you want.” My heart thundered violently in my chest. I had no idea what I’d do if she suddenly changed her mind.

“I do. I want this, Ryan. I want you.”

That was all I needed to hear. I moved her thong to the side and pressed the head of my cock against her entrance. The heat that radiated from her was going to burn me alive, and I was going to love every second of it. Slowly, torturously so, I pushed inside of her. Her pussy stretched for me, welcoming me, sucking me in like I belonged there. She cried out, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. My cock throbbed, and my balls were heavy. It would be a goddamn miracle if I didn’t come too soon.

“Oh, God,” she moaned.

I lifted my hips, driving my dick all the way into her, and she screamed the same second I let out a deep, satisfied groan. I took her face into my hands and brought her mouth back to mine. “You feel incredible, Hannah.” I rotated my hips, and she gasped. “So tight and wet.”

Moving my hands from her face, I clutched her hips, holding her still as I thrust in and out of her. Each forward impalement had her moaning louder and breathing harder, which had my cock thickening until I swore I’d explode. I was buried balls deep inside my daughter’s best friend. Everything about this was wrong. Yet, everything about it felt so right.

I grabbed her ass cheeks and guided her up and down on my shaft. When she had all of my cock buried deep in her pussy, I held her in place, not allowing her to move.

She wiggled her hips, groaning. “Ryan…”

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

She nodded, but she was too busy trying to move to actually speak.

“You want to ride my cock, Hannah? Hmm?” Slowly, I eased my grip on her, and she took full advantage of that.

“You’re so hard…” She gasped and curled her fingers against my chest, pushing herself up so she was sitting upright on me.

All the breath rushed from my body at the sight of her. She was mind-blowingly beautiful, and she was mine. How the hell did I get so lucky? Head flung back, long hair cascaded over her shoulders. Her mouth formed an “o” as she let out a breathy moan. My stomach clenched involuntarily, and my body jerked beneath her. Christ, she felt better than any woman I’d ever been with. And I had a feeling she’d be better than any woman ever—not that I had any intentions of finding out, because I was hers now. Completely and totally.

“Oh, God. Ryan.” She rotated her hips, driving her pussy down on my cock until my balls were pressed tightly against her ass.

I swore my eyes rolled back in their sockets. Grabbing her hips, I planted my feet against the arm of the couch and fucked her hard and fast. Sweat beaded on my brow, and my heart was ready to bust out of my chest. But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. Hell, I didn’t want to. She screamed, and then she tightened painfully around me. I could feel her orgasm building, and it punched all coherent thought from my brain.

“Hannah.” I brought her back down on top of me, desperately needing the feel of her body pressed to mine. Devouring her mouth with a hard, hungry kiss, I once again gripped her ass cheeks, spreading them and guiding her up and down my engorged, aching shaft. “Come for me, baby. Please.” I needed to feel her release, to know what it felt like to have her completely unravel in my arms.

But despite my pleas, she didn’t give me what I wanted. She continued to ride my cock like a fucking pro, and it was hard to be upset by that. I didn’t exactly want this to end just yet, either. We were lost in a tangle of moans and heated kisses, the only sound that of our labored breaths and our flesh slapping.

“You’re as amazing as I imagined you’d be,” she whispered a moment before nipping at my jaw. Her entire body tensed, and then she let out the deepest, longest, sexiest half moan half groan I’d ever heard.

I held her tight to me, working my cock in and out of her as she came hard. “Yes,” I hissed. “So fucking hot.” My balls clenched with my own release, and my dick swelled with the need to come. Every nerve in my body was on the edge, ready to take the plunge. And God help me, I wanted to come inside of her. I wanted to mark her in that way, to let her know she was mine now. But I wasn’t wearing a condom, and I had no idea if she was on any type of birth control.

I buried myself in her, savoring the feel of her milking my cock as her lips scorched kisses along my neck. Then, I pulled out of her. She gasped. I stroked my cock, letting the length slide along her ass crack until I finally came. I panted for breath, and my body sagged into the couch, spent. Sated. And ridiculously happy.

We lay in silence for several moments, both of us fighting to catch our breath. I stroked her hair and rubbed her back. She made no effort to move, and neither did I. I’d stay here all night if I could, but Kennedy would be coming home at some point, and she did not need to find us like this. At the thought of my daughter, my stomach sank. I had no idea how she’d react to knowing I’m sleeping with her best friend. Or rather, that I wanted to have a full-blown relationship with her best friend. I really should’ve taken Noah’s advice and talked to Kennedy before I did anything with Hannah. But it was too late now, so I was going to have to do some serious damage control.

“Hannah, honey.” I cradled her face in my hands and made her look at me. Her cheeks were flushed, her limps were red and swollen from our kisses, and her eyes were hazy with post-coital satisfaction. My God, she was beautiful. I brought her mouth to mine and kissed her with all the passion I had in me, and she returned the gesture, our tongues dueling in a slow, erotic dance.

“Please tell me you don’t regret this,” she mumbled against my lips.

“What?” I pulled back just enough to see her face. “No, of course I don’t.” Knowing she felt that way was like a knife to the heart. “But, we do need to get off this couch before Kennedy comes home.” I gently smacked her ass and nudged her to get up.

With a soft chuckle, she climbed off me, and I immediately missed the feel of her. I held out my hand, and when she took it, I tugged her toward the stairs. “Where are we going?” she asked.

“To take a shower.” I tossed a grin over my shoulder, then winked.

“Together?” she asked, a faint smile playing across her lips.

I nodded. “Then we’re going to bed. Together.” My heart rate kicked up at the thought of spending the entire night with Hannah. And I was going to make sure it was a night neither of us ever forgot.