Page 48 of Playing it Country

“Hannah…” She mock shivers at the warning in my tone and saunters the two steps to press her body against mine.

“Why can’t we just be together?” Her nail drags down my chest, and now it’s my turn to shiver. I love the way she touches me. “Why can’t you just say this is Hannah and we’re really great at having sex.”

“This is our line, huh?” I laugh and she mock pouts.

“Does it count as a fight? Is this when make-up sex happens?” Her eyes sparkle and I chuckle as I pull her tighter against me.

“We have to go meet everyone for breakfast.”

“That sounds terrible.”

“You like it.”

“They’re growing on me.”

“I have something growin’ on ya,” I state, my words dripping with innuendo. Hannah throws her head back and laughs, but it doesn’t stop her from rubbing herself against my cock either.

“You’re a dork.”

I wink because I don’t hatethatlabel, especially not coming from her. “How about we finish up in here and then I lay you out on my bed and make you come again before we leave.”

“Twice.”

I chuckle, and it has her peaked nipples dragging across my chest with the motion. “Fine, but later.” I drag my thumb across her plump bottom lip. “I’m gonna watch you take my cock in this pretty mouth because I cannot stop thinkin’ about it.”

“Sold,” she says breathlessly and then we both move as quickly as we can to make good on our promises.

We’re only about fifteen minutes late to my parents’ house, and it’s only about another five minutes after that before my brothers have me cornered.

“What are you smilin’ for?” Otto asks skeptically.

“Seriously, guy gets knocked on the head and all of a sudden he’s whistlin’ Dixie,” Waylon says.

“You weren’t even there,” I hiss at Waylon.

“He got laid,” Hank says knowingly.

“What?” Otto practically shouts and I school my expression.

“A gentleman never tells,” I say.

“Hetotallygot laid last night,” Hannah says from over my shoulder in a stage whisper.

Otto’s mouth falls open, Waylon snickers, Hank grins, and Sorren looks completely unfazed by the entire conversation.

Isla appears out of nowhere and cackles as she throws her arm around Hannah’s waist. “I knew I liked you.”

“I have my moments,” Hannah says, and I could swear that her cheeks heat the slightest bit. Almost nothing seems to fluster my girl, but praise and attention at this level get her every time.

She’s definitely not shy in the bedroom, that’s for damn sure. Also those two little words are stuck on a loop inside my head.

My girl.

My girl for now, at least.

“Come on, it’s been ages since we caught up,” Isla says, steering her away.

“It feels like it was just yesterday,” Hannah teases and my sister-in-law cackles in response.

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