Chapter 36
Kason
Hanna stayed asleep for the rest of the trip, and when I woke her up so we could buckle in for the descent, she seemed relieved. I could only imagine the type of stress she had been under, and I was ready to get her home. I could help her get settled into her own room and then give her some privacy to take a nap, which she obviously needed.
“Almost there,” she said.
The plane landed, and I helped her get her suitcase off. When we exited, my Lamborghini was ready and waiting like I had asked. Hanna was stunned at the sight of the ca,r and I placed my hand at the small of her back, hoping to rip her from her trance before we started for her new home.
“Ready to go see your room?” I asked.
“Ready to eat is more like it,” she said.
“Well, that can be arranged, too.”
I pulled out my phone and dialed the best Italian restaurant in town. I told them to deliver some food to my home. Hanna looked up at me with mesmerized eyes, and it made me feel in control and powerful. She was new to all this—this entire lifestyle—and I was the one who would have the pleasure of opening her eyes to it. She’d have the best of everything and she would want for nothing. She’d graduate college without any debt to her name and she’d have her own car that didn’t require you to constantly put oil in it because it leaked from the bottom. She’d be able to get whatever she wanted for our child and she’d have no shortage of clothes. I couldn’t wait to give all this to her.
Just for the look in her eyes right this very second.
“Come on. Food will be there in half an hour.”
“How did you do that?” she asked while we climbed into the car.
“Magic.”
She giggled while we drove off and took my hand when we hit the main stretch. I was so glad she had agreed to stay at my home because there was no other place I’d rather she be. I wanted to keep an eye on her as much as I could, and if something were to go wrong with her pregnancy, I wanted to be right there to help. She needed someone who could keep her feet firmly planted on the ground, and her entire family had essentially abandoned her. Sure, her mother was still there, but she wasn’t what anyone would call the poster image of someone who was rooted in reality.
But I did find it a bit strange that I felt this way. I mean, it was only a few weeks ago that Hanna and I had started all this, and now she was living with me? Sure, we were having a kid, and yeah, she could’ve technically lived on campus, but god only knew I had the money to get her a place of her own so she could have space. In the span of a few weeks, I’d gone from getting blowjobs from women who threw themselves at me to an expectant father who was moving in with the mother of his child.
Her hand reflexively tightened around mine when a car honked its horn, and just that small touch sent ricocheting electricity through my veins. At least when she was still at home and I was here, I could have brushed off my incessant need for her body as just lustful want. Her pussy was tight and tasted like salted honey, and she was scandalous at that. She was my best friend’s sister, who I’d sworn off of, and I had shrugged off that idea of forbidden territory as part of her lure.
But now she was here holding my hand and I still couldn't stop thinking about fucking her on and against every surface of my home. Just her simple touch set my mind on fire, and that was when I realized what was happening.
I was actually having true, unadulterated feelings for Hanna.
And I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.
We pulled into my driveway and her jaw dropped to the ground. I saw the delivery guy with food standing at the door, and Hanna practically jumped out of my car in order to get to him. She grabbed the food and signed for it. I couldn’t help but think about how natural it felt to have her there. All she was doing was signing for food, but she looked like she had been doing it here at my home for years.
I grabbed her suitcase out of the trunk while she stood on the porch and waited. When I got to her and unlocked the door, she threw it open and stood there in awe.
“My word, Kason,” she said. “Your home is beautiful.”
“Want to see your room?”
“Yes!”
I walked her up the stairs and pulled her suitcase behind me, and it startled me how light it was. For a woman, she really hadn’t packed much, and I made a mental note to take her shopping for things on my next day off.
We walked down a long corridor and I showed her where a few things were, and when we came to the first door on the right, I threw it open so she could see. I had decorated it with oranges, yellows, and browns, and she seemed absolutely taken by it. She walked into the middle of the sprawling room before she fell back onto the king-sized bed, and it warmed my heart to see her there. I sat her suitcase in the corner and walked over to another door. When I threw it open, I held out my arm to usher her inside.
“Your closet,” I said.
She scrambled off the bed and ran into the massive expanse I had set aside for her, and she was utterly speechless. There were mirrors and places to sit and shelves to store shoes and racks upon racks to hang up clothes. There was a place for her to store all the fine jewelry I wanted to buy her and a specialized area for her to store the nicer fabrics and dresses I wanted to see her in for all the parties and functions I had to attend. The look of surprise and shock on her face was absolutely worth it, but I felt this nagging sensation in the back of my head.
What the hell was I doing?
“Kason!” she shrieked. She threw her arms around me and held me close, and when I wrapped my arms around her, I drank in her smell. Her body was so tight and petite in my arms, and soon she would be so round with my child that I wouldn’t be able to hug her like this anymore. I soaked up the moment and closed my eyes, but then I decided to let her go and show her the bathroom. I knew she would enjoy the jet tub and the walk-in shower, especially once she got bigger and her legs started to hurt, so I wanted her to see the bath salts and bubbles I had in stock just for her.
She immediately started to run a bath and poured half a bottle of rose bubbles into the tub. I laughed at her excitement, and she promptly started taking off her clothes, so I took that as my cue to turn and leave.
I had to do some thinking before I got myself so deep I couldn’t climb out.
“You aren’t staying for bath time?” Hanna asked. I could hear the sultry tones in her voice and knew she would be insatiable during this pregnancy. My dick twitched at the idea of having her again while she was wet and covered in popping bubbles, but I knew I couldn’t do that.
I had to stop thinking with my dick and think with my brain for a second.
I shook my head lightly and left without a word, and I was relieved when Hanna didn’t follow. I honestly didn’t know what to say to her, but I figured if she questioned me about it later, I could just tell her I was preoccupied with work. Telling her no right now would be harsh considering what her family was doing to her, but I had to think.
And I had to do it while she wasn’t naked and covered in bubbles.
I wished I had someone to talk to about what was going on. Usually, this was when I’d call Marcus. He’d tease me for a while and then tell me to get my ass back in there and fuck that woman in the tub while her tits were soaped up, but obviously that wasn’t a choice right now. Without Marcus, I began to realize how few friends I had who I actually trusted. So, when the jets in the bathtub kicked on and I heard Hanna slosh herself in, I barricaded myself in my home office and sat on the couch by the window.
I needed to think and sort through some things.
The only issue was, how long was it going to take for Hanna to notice?