Page 90 of Always Right

Finally, her hand lowered and she touched herself...

Fucking hell.

She smiled, only enough to let me know she was testing me, to see who had more self-control. I held her legs apart, my focus on her fingers and every one of her movements, so uninhibited I could barely recognize her. Hannah bit her lip, stifling her moans until she couldn’t anymore.

“Touch me.”

Her breathless command was all I waited for. I buried my fingers inside her, feeling her body tense in front of me. Hannah threw her head back as I pumped my fingers inside her, touching her clit and leaning in to take a nipple in my mouth. Cursing, she unraveled in front of me, her eyes squeezing shut as the pleasure washed over her perfect body, and all I could do was watch.

She was mine.

Every part of her, every single inch of her was mine, and I’d be damned if anyone took it from me.

***

Saturday mornings were busy. Most of the time I’d be out the door first thing in the morning but that morning, I’d chosen to stay. I’d have to go to the restaurant eventually, but preparing breakfast for Hannah was the best I could do after her failed attempt at cooking. I chuckled as the taste of the salty spaghetti came back to me.

She tried, but somehow she’d managed to completely screw that one up.

It dawned on me that despite every single thing going wrong, Hannah was at peace. I didn’t see the hopelessness in her eyes, didn’t see the heartbreak I thought would be consistently there. Something about her had changed, and it was damn beautiful.

Do you think this will ever end?

That was the question she’d asked as we laid in bed. She’d been so quiet I thought she’d fallen asleep but then the question came. There was a hint of sadness in it, but also acceptance, as if she knew the answer already.

She did.

We both did.

Her past would always find its way to haunt us.

It wouldn’t destroy her, though. I could see it, I could feel it when she spoke.

“It doesn’t matter. I’ll be here regardless,” I answered.

A knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. I furrowed my brows, glancing at the car in our driveway, surprised that Blake was here so early.

“Hey,” he said, forcing a smile. “I brought breakfast for Hannah and the girls.”

“You did.”

Blake shrugged, holding up a bag of bagels. “I stopped at the bakery on my way to work and figured I’d bring some since it’s only a few minutes away.”

I gestured for him to come in and he did, setting the bag on the dining room table.

“Has Hannah told you what’s going on?” I asked, taking a sip of my coffee. I nodded toward the coffee machine so he could make his own, but he sat down instead.

“Going on with what?”

“Someone stole from the gallery.” Blake’s eyes widened and he sat back with a sigh, like it was a tired situation. It was. As her best friend though, I needed him to protect her like he’d always done. “Hannah was really upset about it.”

He scoffed and shook his head. “I bet. Do you know who did it?’

“Nope. But that’s not the worst part.”

Surprised, Blake followed my movements as I reached over to grab the envelope that sat at the middle of the table. I handed it to him, watching as he opened and waited for his reaction. He skimmed through the pictures, one after another until he got the point.

“Holy shit.”

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