Page 34 of Don't Puck the Wrong Brother

"You're not ready," I say, stating the obvious.

She shrugs, stepping back into her room. "I wasn't planning to come."

I follow her in, shutting the door behind me. "Why the fuck not?"

"Maybe because it's inappropriate, it's weird. Me and your brother just broke up." She walks to her bed and sits down. Even though her words hit me like a sucker punch, her tone is upbeat, like the workout she just got in gave her endorphins. "I don't want to be seen in public with you."

"I'll order in," I offer immediately.

She rolls her eyes. "Just admit it, Sanderson. You just want to fuck me again."

The accusation may have given me an instant boner. "I'm sorry, what?"

"Isn't that your thing? Hooking up?" Her eyes challenge mine. "You can't tell me that you actually want to date me? I was with your brother!"

Oh, this is the feisty side to her. I like a little fire.

"I don't care about any of that," I say, surprising myself with how much I mean it. "And no, I don't just want to hook up. I'm excited to take you out." Excited to get to know her because damn, those leggings are a brutal sight. Brave, strong-willed, and sexy? I’m fucked.

She says, "My social life will be obliterated if I'm seen in public with you."

"Then I'll order in," I repeat, not willing to let this go so easily.

She shakes her head. "You're relentless."

"Some might say," I agree, taking a step closer. "But I know what I want."

She throws her hand on her hip and sighs, "You know, it's kind of odd you want me this bad."

She has no idea.

I stalk towards her. "That was you that night right?" I ask, keeping my voice low.

She's keeping her eyes on me like prey afraid of its predator. I stop when my dick touches her first and then I push her hair back so she can hear me.

"That was your pretty lips on mine, wasn’t it? If you think I can just forget all about that night, you're wrong. You see, it has everything to do with who you are and how you're handling yourself. You grieved the mistake that night and then handled it with immense conviction. If that doesn't show your true colors, I don't know what will, and I'm not going to let you be the one to get away."

She pulls back, putting a hand to my chest. Apparently, that's her favorite place to touch me. My heart.

"I think you're not thinking logically. I think you might be thinking with this." She actually pats my dick, and I flinch.

"Don't touch it if you don't mean it."

She offers a quick smile. "We may have accidentally had sex, you may be impressed with how I handled a fucked up situation, Sanderson, but you're not thinking long term, you're not thinking about reputation or consequences."

I put a finger to her mouth to quiet that overthinking, logical mind of hers. If everything has to be fucking perfect, she'll never cave in to me. It's more than her body I need to please, it's her mind too. She quiets and I slide my finger down her body, the only way I know how to convince a girl to want me back.

"Sanderson," she breathes once I reach her stomach. "Stop."

I hover above her pussy now. If I just press, I know her back will arch. She can't deny that our bodies want each other.

I don't listen to her advice. I rub her clit, and she trembles.

Bingo.

I whisper, "Hannah, it might be time for you to reconsider your path."

"My path?" she questions.

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