Page 47 of Why We Break

I manage to keep my footing, wrapping her legs around my hips before moving backward to let her lean against the wall of the barn.

“God, you’re perfect,” I groan, dropping a trail of kisses down the column of her neck.

She whimpers at the feel of my beard against her sensitive skin, and I feel my dick harden in my jeans at the sound. I tell myself to stop this and at least get her in the house, but after spending the week unable to touch her, I can’t make myself pull away.

“Will, please, fuck me,” she murmurs, reaching down to undo my belt and unbutton my jeans.

“I do love it when you beg, baby girl,” I tease, grabbing her shirt and yanking it over her head. “I haven’t gotten to taste this sweet pussy in years, and I can’t wait any longer.”

“Yes,” she pants, leaning against the wall of the barn as I tear her leggings off her.

As soon as she’s bare, I grab her ankle and hook it around my shoulder so she’s open for me before leaning in and running my tongue through her center. “Damn, you’re fucking soaked, Han.”

She opens her mouth to respond just as I lean in and start teasing her clit with my mouth while sliding my fingers inside her, and whatever she was about to say dies in her throat. Her hips start to shift against my face as I tease her, and I pull back, kissing down her leg but continuing to tease her with my fingers before whispering, “That’s right, baby. You’re gonna come on my tongue before you slide onto my cock.”

She moans at my words, and I kiss back up her leg, continuing to touch and taste her until she tightens around my fingers, yelling, “Yes, please, don’t stop, yes, Will.”

Just as she’s starting to come, I nip at her clit lightly, and she screams, bucking her hips frantically as she loses it. As she rides out her orgasm I moan, desperate to be inside her again. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful when you come apart,” I whisper, pulling back to stand and grabbing both legs to wrap them around me. “But I need to be inside you now.”

She’s still a little out of it as she comes down from her climax, but she nods eagerly, leaning her shoulders against the wall to give me room to slide inside her.

As soon as I line myself up with her entrance, I know I’m not gonna last long. The feeling of having her this close after wanting her all week, combined with the way I can feel her dripping down my cock, has me ready to spill inside her already.

“Please, Will, I want to feel you,” she begs, and I snap, pushing into her in a quick thrust. Grabbing her hips, I help lift her up and down on my cock, fucking her hard.

“So good, Han. You’re so pretty when you’re filled with my cock,” I praise, knowing I’m close. “I’m nowhere near through with you. You’re all I’ve thought about all week.”

“Yes,” she moans, and I lose it, rocking into her faster until my orgasm hits me. I pump my hips harder, filling her with my cum. She continues to whimper as I finish, and eventually, I slowly help her stand, pulling out of her, and groaning when I see my cum running down her leg.

“Come on, baby, let’s get inside. I’ll cook us something to eat, and then we’re doing that again.”

“Oh my God,Caroline, the house looks incredible!” Hannah says, busting through the door at Caroline and Theo’s farmhouse Thanksgiving afternoon.

“Thanks, Han. I got a little too into the decorations this year, but I think it turned out cute,” Caroline replies, hugging her before gesturing to the kitchen. “And you already know that Margaret did most of this.”

“Damn, Marg, you do remember there’s only six of us, right?” Hannah teases, taking in all the dishes spread across the counters and the bar across the kitchen. I follow her gaze, still shocked by the amount of food Theo’s sister prepared for today. There are two turkeys, ten sides, and at least six different deserts, in addition to the things we tried to contribute.

After sitting down the dish of corn casserole she brought with the rest of the food, Hannah turns back to us, already rambling. “I’m sorry I was running a few minutes late. I took Merle out for a ride this morning because I haven’t had time to do that lately, and we totally lost track of time.”

“You’re fine! I just took the turkey out less than five minutes ago,” Margaret says, coming over to hug Hannah. “And Will and Seth didn’t get here too long ago.”

“Oh, that’s right. You went to your momma’s, huh?” she asks Seth from where he’s sitting on the couch with Theo’s lab, Bear.

“Yeah, we did. She told me to remind all of you that you’re always welcome, but I refuse to subject anyone else to her health shit on Thanksgiving,” he says with an eye roll. “Will’s used to it by now, but I can promise that it’s nothing like what Margaret’s done here.”

“It’s not that bad,” I lie, trying to be nice. Seth’s family has always welcomed me with open arms after my mom moved up north a few years ago when the last of my siblings graduated. She wanted a fresh start after spending the last twenty-seven years raising kids, and I completely understood.

“Whatever, man. I love her to death, but it was literally turkey, green beans, and a salad. She didn’t even make the rolls like she normally does. What kind of Thanksgiving is that?” Seth complains before slumping dramatically into the side of the sofa.

“You’re such a drama king,” Margaret says with a laugh, leaning down to pull a pan of rolls out of the oven. “But don’t worry, I’ve got us covered. Y’all ready to eat?”

“Let’s do it,” Caroline says, handing each of us a plate. “You all know where everything is. Have at it.”

Everyone moves to fix their plate and it doesn’t take but a few minutes until we’re all gathered around the table. Hannah’s the last one over, and I fight the urge to smile when she sits her plate down beside me.

“Hold on, let me grab the wine I brought,” she says, stepping back across the kitchen and returning with a bottle of Moscato. After filling everyone’s glass, she sits and holds up her glass.

Caroline grabs hers too and looks around, waiting for us to all follow suit, and then she says, “Thanksgiving has never been my favorite. Since my parents moved away, it’s always just been a day for Hannah and I to watch trashy TV and share a frozen pizza on her couch while we watched everyone around us spend time with the family that we didn’t have. But over the last year, I’ve realized that family doesn’t just mean the one we’re born into. It’s about the people I know I can count on every single time. It’s the ones who walk through the fun stuff and the really hard shit. And I’ve just gotta say, I’m just really grateful that y’all are mine.”

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