Chapter 23

Who cares if girls look different without makeup? Your dick looks different soft.

-Text from Hannah to Travis

Hannah

“You. Are. Mine.”

Those words were like a balm to my broken soul.

My heart was thundering in my chest, and I was staring at the man that made my belly flutter with nerves, as I tried to find something to say to that three-word statement.

Three words that changed my entire demeanor.

If Joshua had said that when we were together, I would’ve told him that I wasn’t anybody’s—not even his. If somebody asked me that same question right now, I would have no problem saying that I was Travis’.

I really was his.

I was his, and nobody else’s.

Even as pissed as I’d been at him, I’d never once considered leaving him.

Now, when he was pissed and in my face, with his beard tickling my chin, I realized two things.

One, I’d never leave him. He could be scary Travis all he wanted, and I’d never leave. Which was scary in and of itself.

Number two? The man really got my motor revving.

I’d felt like shit all day. I was fairly sure my period would begin any second, and I’d gone most of the day thinking that my man didn’t want to marry me after all.

I’d changed into the shittiest pajamas that I could find thinking Travis wouldn’t get anywhere near me in them.

I was wrong.

He got near me.

He was in my face. His mouth was inches from mine. And he was angry.

So angry, in fact, that I knew that I might’ve pushed him just a little too far.

“I’ve never, not once in my life, had something as good as you.”

Those words. God. They really hit home.

I’d never been someone’s best. I’d always been second. Third. Last.

“I’ve said I love you to you,” he said. “But I’ve never told you why.”

“Why?” I squeaked.

“Yeah, why,” he confirmed.

I licked my lips, and if he’d just been a little bit closer, I might’ve gotten his, too.

“Okay,” I whispered.

“You ready?”

I nodded.

“First Abby died.”

My heart stuttered in my chest.

His first sister, Abby. She’d passed almost four years ago now.

“My second sister, Amy.”

I closed my eyes as his pain washed over me.

“Dante’s family.”

Tears choked my throat.

“Allegra pulling her bullshit.”

I opened my eyes.

“If you hadn’t been there with me through all of that, to listen to me bitch. God,” he shook his head and took a deep breath, “I can’t tell you what it did to me to hear my little girl tell me she hated me. Over. And over. And over again.”

I lifted my hand up and touched his face.

“God, it hurt so bad.” His voice cracked. “But you were there to talk me down. You were there to tell me that it was all going to be okay. You were there when I needed someone to talk to when my own family was too broken to listen.”

I was.

“I’d listen to you talk about just about anything,” I whispered. “Anything.”

His smile was heartbreaking.

“You, with your pretty blonde curls and your soft-spoken voice…you were there when I needed you the most. But that’s not the only reason why I love you,” he whispered. “I love you because you’re willing to do anything for my girl. I love you because you brought my son into this world. I love you even though you almost died doing it. Your stupid stubborn pride. I love you because when I hear your voice, I know that today is going to be a good day, no matter what happens beginning, middle, or end.”

Tears were now actively leaking out of my eyes.

“You’re good with words,” I said hoarsely. “I was ready to throw down with you. Now I don’t know whether to kiss you or rip your clothes off.”

His grin was wicked. “Do I get a choice in what you choose?”

I nodded. “Absolutely.”

He lowered his mouth to mine and pressed those beautiful, soft lips against my tear-stained ones.

“Then I choose both.”

Then I was up and out of the chair, lifted by both of his large hands on my hips.

I went with him, wrapping my hands around his neck as I continued kissing him. Even with him slowly pushing my pants down my hips.

He didn’t stop and question me about my granny panties. Didn’t stop to do much of anything but break the kiss when he lifted the shirt up and over my head.

But he was back, even hungrier than before the moment that I was standing bare in front of him.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered against my lips, skimming his way down the length of my jaw. Then further down to the shell of my ear.

His hands smoothed down my naked sides, fingernails dragging deliciously against my curves.

I didn’t feel beautiful. In fact, I was sure that he’d not had a good chance to actually look at the underwear he’d pulled off of me.

They were my ‘I’m expecting my period’ panties. The ones that you put on that you don’t care about. The ones that are stained and ripped.

I was fairly positive that they had a hole somewhere near my left ass cheek.

That was the way it was with Travis, though. He didn’t care about what I wore, or that I had stretch marks. He didn’t care that some days I was a bitchy person. He loved me for me, and I was doing him a disservice by not loving him for him.

And I would change that. Right fucking now.

My hands on his abs, I moved my hands down to skirt underneath the tail of his shirt, and then pushed up.

He got the hint and raised his arms high above his head, grinning wickedly when I was only able to get it up to his elbows.

“Help me,” I ordered softly, my eyes hooded with barely contained passion.

He did by bending at the waist and allowing me to pull the t-shirt the rest of the way off him.

He stood and started unbuckling his own belt and pants, then pushed them down to his ankles.

That’s when I realized that sometime between him lifting me from the chair, and taking my clothes off, he’d discarded his boots.

Oh, and let’s not forget that he wasn’t wearing underwear.

That I realized right off the bat when he stood up, and his erection nudged me on the hip.

“You don’t have any underwear on.” I pointed out the obvious.

He grinned and dropped to his knees.

“No, I sure the hell don’t.”

I licked my lips.

“Why?”

He lazily stroked his hand over my belly and then down to my thighs.

“There was this woman who came in the house really mad earlier, and instead of asking her where my underwear was that she washed, I chose to freeball it instead so she didn’t release the dragon on me.”

I laughed, throwing my head back, and belting one out.

Then I felt the bite of his teeth on my belly, and I grinned down at him.

“They’re in your drawer…where they belong.”

He rolled his eyes. “Of course, they are.”

I sifted my fingers through his hair, letting my nails drag along the base of his scalp the way he liked.

He growled like a content cat and nuzzled my belly.

The move made my pussy clench.

He was so close, yet so far away.

“Travis.”

That one word, leaving my lips like it did, was enough for him to laugh like the ass he was.

“You’re not nice,” I whimpered.

His eyes changed, becoming hot.

“Turn around.”

I bit my lip and slowly turned in his arms, shivering slightly when his mouth came into contact with my ass cheek.

“Bend over the chair,” he breathed, biting my ass.

Chills danced down my spine as I did what he ordered, placing my elbows on the arm of the chair and turning my head to look at him.

“Eyes down,” he ordered. “I don’t want you prepared for what I’m about to do to you.”

I bit my lip and returned my gaze back forward, staring at the seat of the chair as I thought about what he was about to do to me.

He didn’t want me to prepare?

What was he going to do that he didn’t want me to brace myself for?

Then I felt his tongue, wet and hot, on the seam of my pussy lips.

I moaned and dropped my head even further to rest on the cool leather covering the arm of the chair.

My legs were already shaking with anticipation.

For the longest second, I swear he just stared at what was before him. He studied it, pinching first one pussy lip, and then the other.

Then came the lick again, this time his tongue diving between those lips and sinking into the most intimate part of me.

He didn’t linger for long, though.

A quick swipe. A tease, and then he was gone.

“Fuck,” I breathed out shakily.

Then he blew a breath against my overheated core, and I swear to God, I almost climaxed right then and there just by the tiniest bit of attention that his breath gave my body.

I inhaled sharply, squeezing my eyes shut tight, as I tried to tell myself how embarrassing it would be if I came within seconds of him blowing on me.

“Han?” he breathed, bringing his palms up the outside of my thighs. “It’s okay to come.”

“I don’t want to yet,” I keened. “I want to come so hard and long that I forget how to breathe. I want to have you inside me when I do. What I don’t want is to embarrass myself by coming like a four-pump chump.”

He started to chuckle.

And when I was least expecting it, he trailed his tongue to my back entrance.

I squeaked and tried to stand up, but his sudden grip on my hair had me halting before I could even straighten.

“Stay,” he growled, sounding completely unwavering in his order.

I froze.

“I-I’ve never d-done that.”

I felt his beard on the outside of my thigh as he kissed the back of my thigh.

“No, you haven’t,” he agreed. “But you’re about to.”

Before I could deny him, he was back, this time with a wet finger circling that forbidden entrance.

“Travis,” I whispered. “Are you sure that…”

That’s when the sharp crack of his hand came down so hard on my ass that I squealed.

“No screaming or you’ll wake the baby, and then I’ll have to get creative.”

I growled.

That would not be happening. Our kid slept like a rock, once he finally went to sleep—just like his father.

I did manage to keep my screams in my throat, however, as he pressed his finger insistently to my back entrance.

This time he brought his other hand up and trailed it along the length of my sex, dragging his fingers along the distended little bundle of nerves.

“I’ll try,” I promised. “But swear to God, Trav. I’m not sure I can keep being quiet if you go any fur…”

He pushed that finger further, and the words I was saying became stuck in my throat.

Never, not once, had I thought that having his finger inside my ass would be erotic.

However, Travis lived to prove me wrong, and prove me wrong he did.

It was not only erotic, but it was amazing.

The stretch and burn of his finger filling my ass was only the very beginning.

The tip, as one would say.

I swallowed and told my galloping heart to take a break, but then he sucked my clit into his mouth, momentarily distracting me from the feeling of my ass stretching around his finger.

Just when I was on the verge of crying out, knowing that I wouldn’t be able to hold it in much longer, he replaced his pinky finger with something bigger.

His thumb, which was coated in the juices that were practically leaking out of me at this point.

I buried my face into the crook of my elbow and groaned.

“Yes, yes,” I rocked my hips.

I had no control of my body anymore.

Everything that I did was something that he was making me do.

And when I lifted one leg and placed it on the chair next to my elbow, giving him easier access, that was enough to send me to my tip-toes.

“Fuck,” I whispered. “Trav.”

He squeezed my clit between two fingers and flattened the palm of the hand that belonged to the thumb in my ass against my spine.

My eyes were squeezed so tightly shut that I wasn’t sure if it was light or dark in the room anymore. I was seeing stars, and with a wiggle of his thumb, I lost the battle with my orgasm.

One second I was hanging on by a few spare threads, and the next I was soaring so high that the scream left my throat whether I wanted it to or not.

I came so hard that I didn’t even feel him stand up behind me. Didn’t feel the tip of his cock sitting at the entrance to my pussy.

Didn’t feel him slide inside until the swing of his balls hit my over-sensitized clit.

I bit down on my arm, moaning despite his telling me not to.

I no longer had control of anything. Not a single thing.

Not the way I would cry out each time he slammed inside of me. Not the way the chair rocked with our unsteady weight. Not the way I was biting down on my skin, digging deep indentations that were on the verge of tearing skin.

Not anything.

“Fuck, baby,” he growled, running one of his hands down my spine. “You feel like mine.”

I didn’t tell him that I was his. He already knew that. He was taking me with so much intensity that he knew exactly what he had.

And then he started to move that thumb inside my ass, and I realized that that hadn’t been removed either. That was explaining why I felt so full. That was also explaining why this felt so different than it usually did.

It felt right.

It felt perfect.

It felt oh, so fucking good.

Then he shocked the living shit out of me when he moved his thumb, but only long enough that he could sink two fingers inside with his cock, coating those fingers with me, and then replacing them inside my sensitive hole.

The entire thing took seconds, but it was enough to send my body to the verge of orgasm once again.

“Sweet baby Jesus,” I found myself saying. “Oh, fuck.”

I couldn’t find the words. I didn’t know what to say or think. I didn’t know whether I wanted him to stop, or do more.

And lucky for me, he did know.

He knew that I didn’t want him to stop.

His speed slowed, and he focused on what he was doing to my ass, letting my orgasm wane and my cognitive thinking to come back online.

“There you are,” he growled, pressing against me gently.

“Did I go somewhere?” I breathed, looking at him over my shoulder. “Subspace, maybe?” I teased.

He smiled at me and then leaned forward until his mouth pressed against mine. The position was less than comfortable, but the way his lips felt on mine made me want to endure the stretch and burn in my thighs forever.

“Yeah,” he growled. “I may have put you there, though.”

I laughed into his mouth, and he slowly let his fingers pull from my body.

“One day, I’m going to take you there,” he growled, pronouncing that with a sweep of his fingers against my anus.

I had no control of my filter, otherwise I wouldn’t have said what I said right then.

“You don’t have to wait until one day,” I told him. “You can take me there right now.”

Then I bit my lip at the way his eyes flared in appreciation.

“I do have to wait,” he said, sounding somewhat forlorn. “There isn’t any lube, and there’s no way in hell I’ll take you there the first time without it.”

I pushed up, and he tightened his hold onto my hips, trying to still my movement.

“I have some.”

He let me go so abruptly that I nearly impaled myself on his shaft due to the precarious balance only having one foot on the ground.

“Where?” he barked.

Then he pulled his rock-hard cock out of my pussy, and I really did feel off balance then.

“First drawer of my…” I pointed in the direction of my underwear drawer. “Underneath my thongs to the left.”

He walked away, and I watched at first how his dick led the way, and then the bunch and release of the muscles of his ass as he walked.

Damn.

“Goddamn,” he growled, holding up the bottle.

I didn’t know why I bought it. I’d seen it one day a few months ago and had purchased it on a whim.

I’d even had to go through self-checkout with a cart full of groceries because I didn’t want the male checker that was no more than nineteen to see what I’d gotten.

My cheeks heated when his lust-filled eyes met mine. “Fuckin A.” He paused before he took a single step past the dresser toward where I was now standing. “You’re sure?”

My entire body shivered at the way his voice sounded like he was speaking past a throat full of gravel.

“Yes,” I whispered almost incoherently.

His slow grin was enough to send any sane woman running.

I wasn’t sane.

I was Hannah. Thirty years old, a mom of two, and a stepmom to one. I was a nurse. A normal girl who was in love with a man that set my blood on fire, and he was asking me to do something I’d never, ever considered doing before with anyone else in my life. Not even my ex-husband.

He started coming toward me, and I moved backward.

My eyes were on the way he was moving to me, like a cat would stalk something he was about to devour. Pounce on and attack without a second’s notice.

My back hit the cold wall, and I inadvertently shifted sideways, disrupting the curtains covering the window.

The curtains parted, and a shaft of light from the streetlamp outside had me turning to survey behind me.

Which was my mistake.

I wasn’t prepared to find him practically on top of me when I turned back around.

I wasn’t prepared for him to take my wrist into his, and then place the bottle of lube inside of my hand.

I wasn’t prepared for him when he said, “Get me ready.”

I didn’t know what to do!

I’d never once needed lube.

Hence the reason that I squirted so fucking much out.

It wasn’t a little bit. It was a lot.

Likely, I only needed the smallest of dollops.

Instead, I coated my entire palm in the stuff, pouring as much out as I would when I put lotion on my hands and forearms.

I had no clue how runny and sticky it would be, nor did I have any inkling of the mess it would make.

No, there I was, a handful of fucking lube in my palm, and I tipped it over straight onto his straining cock.

He started to laugh when it went everywhere, but he didn’t correct me. Didn’t stop to make a comment about how this was going to be fun to clean up. Not Travis. He just watched me, eyes full of need and lust, and allowed me to rub the clear liquid all over the length of his cock.

I was amazed with how much I had and reached my hand down to cup his balls as I continued to work his cock.

His cock felt so hard that there wasn’t a single inch of softness to him. He was at least nine inches in my hand, if not more. And the thickness of that nine inches was something that I’d never forget. It filled me so amazingly. I could still practically feel him inside of me.

And that was when I started to get nervous.

If his fingers—only two—were inside of me, what would it feel like if it were his cock?

I was so lost in the way he felt in my hands that I didn’t realize I was actually making him curse until he stilled both of my hands by saying, “Stop.”

I stopped and looked up into his eyes and waited for his next direction.

He pulled me by the hips and settled me between his thighs. He was on the seat that took up a small alcove right in front of our window, and his back was pressed against the curtains, his thighs spread wide with his glorious balls resting between them.

His cock was jutting straight up in the air, pointing toward the ceiling, begging me to touch it.

When I went to do just that, he stilled my hand.

“Got nothing left. You touch me, I’ll fucking come.”

I bit my lip and dropped my hand to my side, my finger steadily tapping out a rhythm on my thigh.

“Turn around and put your knees on either side of my thighs.”

I turned, and then slowly got into position, my ass hovering high over his straining erection.

My knees were digging into the outdoor swing cushion I’d gotten on sale at Lowe’s last week, and from across the room, I could see myself in the mirror that hung above my dresser, the panty drawer still mostly open from where Travis had left it.

I bit my lip at the way my breasts hung, full and supple. The way my belly rose and fell with my accelerated breathing. The way I had a blush rising over my chest to my chin.

My eyes, however…those were glazed in passion.

Then I felt the tip of one finger on my anus.

I jumped.

He chuckled darkly and said, “Bend forward a little.”

I did, placing both of my hands on his knees—uncaring that I was getting my lubed-up hands all over his skin.

He swirled that finger around my asshole, teasing, caressing, coaxing.

At first, I was stiff, but the longer he let his fingers move the more I relaxed, which was exactly what he wanted.

“Good,” he said, then breached me.

I bit my lip and dropped my head, my blonde curls falling over my shoulder to brush against the insides of his knees.

I couldn’t help myself from moving my hips, slowly at first.

God, I needed him. Needed this.

Then one finger went to two, then two to three.

He worked each inside of me slowly, getting me well acclimated before he gave me more.

And by the time I was easily taking three, my asshole stretched for his invasion, I was on the verge of another orgasm.

Travis was a good man. He never once let me come without him—but we’d only had sex a total of seven times.

Three of which had been a year ago.

The other four had been wonderful, amazing even. But they didn’t feel anything like this.

Tonight, with Travis, had been a bucket list on every single woman’s dream lover.

They wanted to orgasm more times than they could count. They wanted those orgasms to be immense. Powerful.

They wanted their man to take charge and give them exactly what they didn’t know they needed.

This, well this was something I could never have dreamed up. Not in a thousand years.

And it just kept getting better and better.

“Sit back, honey.”

I hesitated, but with the gentle hum of his voice, and the slight pressure of his hand on my hip—I gave him exactly what he asked for.

I lowered my ass.

He helped guide me, ensuring that I wouldn’t accidentally impale myself on his length.

I didn’t know much about anal sex, but I knew enough to know that it would hurt like a mother if I forced him inside of me without at least allowing myself to adjust first.

“This way you get to control everything, baby,” he growled, smoothing his hand down my spine.

I finally stopped when I felt his erection prod my vagina, and he readjusted his cock, aiming it toward that forbidden hole.

The second it touched the entrance, I stilled, waiting to see what he wanted me to do next.

And he didn’t disappoint.

“Your first inclination is going to be to clench,” he rumbled, pressing a kiss to my spine. “I want you to push out like you are going to force it away from you.”

I nodded my head, words escaping me.

We didn’t speak for the next few minutes.

He may have done it out of want. I did it out of necessity since I couldn’t seem to catch my breath.

“Sit down.”

I did, slowly at first.

So slow, in fact, that I froze the moment that his cock head started to breach me.

“It’s okay, baby.”

His coaxing voice had me letting my ass fall even further, another scant half an inch.

My asshole started to burn, and I bit my lip, suddenly rethinking this whole thing.

Jesus, it hurt.

Everything inside of me screamed to sit up, to get his cock as far away from my anus as I could get it.

The other half of me, though, was so turned on it wasn’t even funny.

The sharp bite of pain was intoxicating.

“Force it out of you,” he murmured, letting his fingers trail around my asshole.

It felt weird. It felt, honestly, wrong.

But oh, God. Just that touch alone had my empty pussy clenching.

“Take a deep breath and let it out.”

I did.

“Now push out.”

I closed my eyes and did what he asked, bearing down on my lower half, pushing him out just as he asked me to.

And felt my asshole give, allowing him to sink halfway inside before I froze and locked my thighs.

“Good,” he soothed, trailing his tongue along my shoulder. “Take more.”

The burning wasn’t so much burning anymore as it was a feeling of fullness. So full.

He pressed on my hip with the hand that wasn’t rimming my asshole, and I bit my lip and gave him more.

Inch by inch he disappeared inside of me until my ass finally met his thighs, and he was all the way inside.

I was panting, pulling breaths in and out of my lungs so fast that I was on the verge of hyperventilating.

“You feel so big,” I breathed through the pants. “God.”

I wanted to feel him inside of me like he’d been doing, but there was so much going on in my body that I couldn’t tell myself to do anything.

Luckily Travis was a little more in control of himself because he pulled my back in tight to his chest and bucked his hips up slightly.

“Feels good, though, right?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

It did. It really, really did.

Anal sex had never been on the top of my priority list, but I knew that this wouldn’t be our last time. Especially with the way I was feeling.

“You ready to move?”

Oh, hell yeah, I was ready to move.

“Yessssssss,” the words came out in a hiss, and I closed my eyes in complete surrender as I helped him move. My thighs screamed at the activity and the way they were being put to use.

My arms were on the tops of his knees, pushing as well. But mostly it was the way he was holding my hips and moving me up and down the length of his shaft that kept me going.

On one longer thrust, his cock slipped completely from my anus, and I moaned in dismay.

Travis didn’t, though.

“Line me back up, baby.”

I did, reaching backward for his cock, and lining him back up to my entrance.

“Good,” he growled, then sank me back down the length of his cock.

This time, the burning stretch wasn’t there, only a delicious bloom of wonder as he filled me back up.

The second that I was completely on his shaft, he spread his hand on my entire ass cheek and lifted.

How he knew that my thighs were getting more use than they’d gotten the entire day, I didn’t know. But I was glad.

I vaguely wondered why he didn’t keep his hands on my hips, but before the thought could fully form in my brain, he was using the other hand—the one that hadn’t made an appearance in my asshole, FYI—to circle the tiny bud of my clit.

I gritted my teeth and moved, ignoring the way my thighs were crying and slammed myself back down.

That’s when his fingers slipped away from my clit and filled me. Three of them, making me feel the fullest I’d ever felt.

I lost my breath in a single whoosh of exhaled air, and came, right then and there.

He cursed, not expecting it, and lost what little control he had.

His fingers inside of me, as well as the hand on my ass, helped lift me since I was rendered immobile by the orgasm that swept over me.

Then I felt Travis’ cock jerking and twitching inside of my ass, and I knew subconsciously that he’d gone, too.

Yet I couldn’t find it in me to care.

Not when he was making me come so hard that I wasn’t sure I’d ever be the same.

My lungs screamed for air, and I gasped, my eyes snapping open, as I stared, fixated, at the now open window.

Open, as in so open that I could see out to the street, and count the number of cars that were lining it.

“Window’s open,” I managed to gasp.

Travis looked over my shoulder to the window that his naked back was plastered against, and grunted. “Sure the fuck is.”

I rolled my eyes and leaned forward.

He went with me and let the curtains fall back into place.

“Really need to get blinds for those,” he muttered. “Fucking weird shaped window with its special-order blinds.”

I snickered.

Then he turned serious.

“If there is one thing you can count on in this life, it’s my love for you. I may be dead and gone, but that love isn’t something that will ever fade.” He turned my face so that I could feel his forehead on the side of my chin. “I love you like crazy, Han. So much that I hate a man that I know is happily married. So much that when you got on his bike today, I decided that you’ll never get on the back of Wolf’s bike ever again. Even if he was bringing you to me.”

I started to giggle as my heart filled to the brim with happiness.

“Get up, girl,” he growled, depositing a kiss on my cheek before moving his hands to my hips and pushing me up.

The moment he slid from inside of me, I had a moment of panic. Things down there did not feel right, but just as quickly as I thought that the spasming of my asshole slowed, and then stopped altogether, returning to normal.

I bit my lip and turned to face him.

“Not saying that I won’t do that again with you, but just sayin’, it feels really weird right now.”

Like very weird. The fact that his come was inside of me and couldn’t escape was making for a lot of weird feelings.

“Go start the shower,” he ordered. “I’m going to do a final check of the house,” he said as he reached for the underwear drawer. “Then I’ll join you.”

And just like that he was gone, giving me what I knew was my privacy to do what I needed to do in the bathroom before he got back.

So, I did just that and didn’t complain once when I saw him re-enter the bathroom and head to the shower where I was at. Nor did I complain when I saw him throw those newly-cleaned underwear on the floor in his usual pile of dirty clothes right next to the laundry hamper.

It really must be true love.