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“Well, too bad. I wanted to surprise you, so you’re just gonna have to deal,” I tell her, trying to cheer her up.

She opens her mouth to protest again, but I pull her to me and silence her with another kiss. “So, I think it’s about time for some birthday cake?”

She rolls her eyes at my clear attempt to change the subject and just nods before saying softly, “Thank you, Will. You seriously don’t know how much this means to me.”

I kiss the top of her head softly and murmur, “Of course. I just wanted to make you smile. Happy birthday, Han.”

And as she kisses me back, I realize there isn’t much I wouldn’t do for this girl.

CHAPTER 23

HANNAH

“I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby,” he growls in my ear, coming up from behind me and wrapping his hands around me. He pushes me against the kitchen counter, tracing his fingers up my leg under my skirt until he reaches my panties.

Pulling them to the side, he starts to tease me, barely even touching me as he runs his fingers up and down my core. He continues for a moment, ghosting his fingers everywhere but never applying the pressure he knows I want.

“Will, please,” I pant, throwing my head back against his shoulder and rolling my hips, trying to force him to stop teasing me.

Instead of giving me what I want, he pulls back and presses a kiss to my neck before biting me softly, causing me to moan. “Uh-uh-uh, you promised you were mine, but then you ran off on me. But you’re mine again, so you’re gonna be a good girl and take what I give you. Do you understand?”

My body heats at his words, and I open my mouth to say something smart, but instead, he turns me around and kisses me hard, cutting off whatever I was about to say.

With me facing him, he snakes his hand between us and wraps one of my legs around his hip, pulling his body flush against mine so that I can feel how hard he is for me.

“Fuck, angel, I can’t wait to be inside you again. You’re gonna feel so fucking good,” he whispers, resuming his teasing.

My legs start to shake with the desperation I feel, needing him to give me more, but he continues, kissing me hard until finally, he grazes my clit. I let out a loud moan and wrap my leg around his hip to pull him closer. Giving in, he starts to slide his fingers in and out of me, leaning down and groaning. “God, I’ve missed this.”

“Will,” I moan, feeling my orgasm start to build. “Please don’t stop.”

He continues to fuck me with his fingers, kissing my neck hard until he stops and pulls back to murmurs, “Tell me you’re mine, Hannah.”

“I—I—” I moan, lost to the climax that seems just out of reach.

“Come on, baby. You want to come? Just say it.”

“I’m yours. I’m yours. I’m sorry, just, please,” I tell him, rolling my hips as his fingers start to slide in and out again, until my body tenses and I’m right there…

Beep. Beep. Beep.

I wake with a start, gasping as I realize what just happened. There’s no fucking way I just had a sex dream about Will Thompson. That hasn’t happened in years, but between feeling like my heart’s gonna beat out of my damn chest and the desire running through my veins, there’s no denying that it did.

Determined to forget about it, I throw myself out of bed and stomp into the bathroom to get ready for the day. After I’m dressed in a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, I pull my hair into a messy ponytail and throw on an old Springside High baseball hat before making my way to the kitchen. As I’m fixing Ruby’s bottle, I start to feel my mind drifting back to my dream, but just when I remember how real his fingers felt as they brushed across my clit, a flash of red and pink catches my eye outside, and it hits me that something’s off.

“There’s no fucking way,” I whisper to myself, squinting out the window and continuing to stare for a minute before grabbing Ruby’s bottle and walking outside.

I make my way over to the temporary pen I built last week until Ruby was strong enough to go back and socialize in the pastures, and stop when I realize I wasn’t hallucinating.

Looking down at the pen, I see Ruby curled up, sleeping on the hay like she normally does. But unlike all the other mornings, she’s not by herself. Instead, Leroy is laying his head on Ruby’s hip, snoozing away without a care in the world.

“You two have gotta be shitting me,” I say with a laugh, reaching out and patting them both on their sides gently to wake them up. “Rise and shine, my little troublemakers.”

Both of them stand and start to nuzzle into my hand, causing me to laugh when they move with such excitement. I’ve got to admit it looks like they both resemble overeager puppies wagging their tail as opposed to farm animals.

“Here, Ruby girl, I’ve got your food right here. Leroy, you’re gonna have to wait okay?” I coo at him, gently pushing his huge frame out of the way so I can start to feed Ruby. Instead of moving, he blows out a breath in my direction and comes over to plop down by my feet.

“I know, this is just such an inconvenience, isn’t it, big boy?” I say to him as Ruby starts to eat from the bottle in my outstretched hand. “But really, how in the world did you manage this one? I mean out of one cage and into another? For an animal without thumbs, you sure are a crafty son of a bitch.”

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