Page 45 of Broken Promises
She stared at me while her pussy grew impossibly tight around my cock, and when I felt her clench my shaft as she moaned out my name, I allowed my orgasm to overtake me. My vision grew spotty, and I collapsed onto my outstretched armsas Hannah trembled and quivered under me. All too soon, the orgasm crested, and I rested my head on her shoulder as she rubbed my back and we basked in the afterglow.
Pressing up on one arm, I looked down at her, and she smiled so beautifully at me, I couldn’t help but say, “I love you, Hannah.”
Her eyes grew watery, and I was about to move off her, afraid she was having trouble or flashbacks, only for her to reach up and brush her hand across my cheek. “I love you, Rhys.”
“Finally,” I muttered before kissing her until we were fighting for breath.
I rolled to the side and walked to the bathroom to dispose of the used condom before wetting a washrag and returning to the bedroom. Hannah had pulled a blanket over her nakedness, and I wiggled my eyebrows at her as I slipped it off her and cleaned between her legs. She looked confused so I crawled over her and explained.
“It’s my job to take care of you, and I take it very seriously,” I explained before offering her my hand to help her sit up.
There was a robe hanging in the bathroom, so I grabbed it and brought it back to her. She smiled and ducked her head as she took it from me, and while she got up and covered herself, I found my boxers and pants on the floor. Slipping them on, I grabbed my shirt and jacket and tossed them on top of the dresser along the wall.
Hannah was sitting on the edge of her bed, and I walked to her and squatted in front of her. “Are you okay?”
She leaned forward and kissed me softly before replying, “I’m better than okay. I’m perfect.”
“Yes, you are,” I said and kissed her. “I need to feed you.”
She perked up and asked, “How does bacon, eggs, and hashbrowns sound?”
“You don’t have to cook for me,” I replied, and she chuckled before standing up.
I stood with her as she said, “I’d need to go to the store for that, but I was thinking of that twenty-four-hour waffle place. It’s fast and yummy.”
“Brilliant idea. Let’s get you dressed and we can go.” She walked to her closet. “I feel like I owe you a nice dinner out instead of a diner.”
She slipped on a pair of jeans under her robe and grabbed a shirt, pulling it over her head before turning back to me. “Darlin’, I’m not a fancy dinner kind of girl. I like greasy hashbrowns, hot dogs, and French fries. I don’t need to be wined and dined. I just need you.”
I walked to her and stroked her cheek, imagining the rest of our lives together. Her eyes softened as she smiled up at me like I was the king of the world. With her by my side, I felt like I was the king. As we locked up the house and I helped her into my SUV, I thought of what life would be like for us three years from now. Or five. Or even twenty.
I was sixteen years older than Hannah, but she was an old soul who seemed like she was made specifically for me. If, in the future, we had issues over age, I’d just have to hold her down and force orgasms from her until she stopped talking crazy.
I left her that night after feeding her and making sure she was secure in her house. I longed for the days when she and I would fall asleep in each other’s arms and wake up the same way. I offered to stay, but she shook her head and explained she had a long week to finish, and she wouldn’t want to leave the bed if I was there.
I believed her, but a part of me thought she may struggle with what we did that night, so as soon as I got home, I pulled her camera feed up on my large screen TV and listened for the next few hours, just in case the demons came to visit her that night.
When I felt like she was going to be okay, I fell asleep with her cameras on my screen and my heart across town with her. Hannah was an early riser, and I woke up when I heard her alarm go off through the speakers. Blinking myself awake, I watched her make coffee and eat a bowl of yogurt and fruit before she began to scroll on her phone. Another beep from her phone and she stood from the dining room table, placed her dishes in the sink, and walked into the bedroom and closed the door.
When she reappeared, she was dressed in a pair of black slacks, a white sweater, a few pieces of jewelry and I couldn’t see her feet but could hear the clunk of a heel as she made herself a travel cup of coffee.
I was up and carrying the portable monitor with me to my office when my phone rang from my pocket. Placing the monitor on my desk, I pulled out my phone and saw Lucian was calling.
“Has Rylee had the babies?” I asked in place of a hello.
“Michael was born at two-eleven and Marissa was born at two-seventeen. Rylee is doing good, and both babies are healthy.”
“Congrats, my friend,” I said as I watched Hannah lock up her house and get into her car. “I wasn’t expecting to hear from you for a few days since we’re not meeting today.”
“That’s what I wanted to speak with you about. I spoke with Devlin about an hour ago, and he believes Skid has a lead on Hannah’s mother,” Lucian explained, and I perked up.
This was the first lead we’d had on Kelly Johnson, and I was eager to hear what was discovered. Finding where Kelly was may give us a better idea of her connection to Sergey, and in turn, put us on the right path to who thought it was okay to rekindle the Syndicate after so many years.
“Should I give him a call for an update?” I asked as I heard a door close. “Where are you?”
“I’m at the cabin to get Rylee’s bag then I’m headed back to the hospital. Listen, Skid uncovered a death certificate in a small Podunk town in north Texas, and I need for you to go check it out.”
“She’s dead?”
