Chapter 16

Tobias It isn’t hard to find Hannah. She is on the curb and watching the burning spectacle, her back facing me as I approach. She is fine. Thank god she is okay! My eyes water as I look at her. Her blonde hair is caught in a ponytail, and her tiny frame is shaking in a way that got my heart speeding up.

I was so worried about her, and I’m beyond relieved she is fine and didn’t get burnt in the fire. What would I have done then?

Those fucking dumb text messages! I would have been devastated if the last thing I did before Hannah got injured was fighting with her. I need to hug her and can’t get to her fast enough!

“Hannah!” I exclaim. She turns around with shocked eyes, and I immediately embrace her. “Thank god you’re okay,” I kiss the top of her head, inhale her, and babble. “We fought this morning, and I was just…

I dropped everything to come here. I was so scared.”

“I’m still mad at you…” Hannah mutters into my chest. She sounds pissed off, but her delicate arms are squeezing me and her hands are all over me.

I chuckle at her. “That’s alright, Pixie Spaz. Be mad at me, hate me all you want, but don’t die on me.”

I still don’t know why she is mad at me or why our messages turned into a fight, but I don’t mention that.

I’m just happy Hannah is fine. I tighten my hug around her, and she falls into violent sobs.

“I’m worried about Caroline…” Hannah squeezes me and hides her face in my shirt. Tears are rolling down her face. “We haven’t gotten a chance to hang out in forever, and I was finally brave enough to reach out again today. And then the fire…”

I remain silent, wishing I could say something to make it all better, but I can’t. Not when Hannah’s friend is in trouble. So I keep hugging her until Caroline and her boyfriend are finally out of the building.

Everything happens so fast.

The couple is immediately taken into an ambulance. Caroline suffered severe burns, and her condition is still uncertain. One this is for sure: her life is hanging by a thread.

Hannah knows this, and her friends do too. Yet I can’t help but say what is on my mind.

“Not good,” I look out into the street. “It looked like most of her skin was gone. She will most likely need at skin transplant if she makes it. Her burns looked bad.”

“She will make it,” Hannah mumbles into my chest. She is shaking, and I realize she is trying to convince herself. “I know she will, Caroline is strong.”

Further away, a short girl with dark hair speaks up. I believe her name is Alice. “She really is… Caroline is a fighter.”

Another girl who looks nearly the same chimes in. “A warrior… She will make it.”

Hannah relaxes a little with their comforting words, but her eyes are still glazed and filled with tears. I don’t know why, but seeing her like this breaks my heart.

I stroke Hannah’s back. “Do you want to go home?”

She nods, but before I can lead her to the SUV, her lips part. “That guy over there,” she points at some guy a bit shorter than me. “Hic name is Logan, and he just lost his home…”

Understanding fills me, and I hand her a smile. “Why don’t you get into the car while I check the guy into one of my hotels?”

“All Inclusive?”

“Of course. I will give him our most expensive room, for your sake.”

Hannah smiles and then hugs me, making it all worth it. My most expensive rooms are for wealthy guests, but… that guy Logan… haven’t I seen him before? The TV? No, that can’t be right.

I mean, the guy is, like, what, in his twenties? I doubt he is anyone famous. I shove that thought away and silently approach Hannah’s friends with a well-practiced smile.

The sooner I give them a free stay at my resort, the sooner I can be on my merry way.

It’s hours later, and Hannah has talked to her friends. Caroline is going to be okay, according to someone named Rebel? Weird fucking name, but meh, at least Hannah isn’t crying anymore.

“You okay?” I ask her while she sits on the couch, eyes glued to the TV before she lifts her gaze to mine.

I’m sitting on the armrest, peering down at her worriedly.

“Well, I’m relieved that Caroline will be fine, but…”

“But?”

“You and I also fought.”

“We did?” I half-tease because I know Hannah was pissed at me earlier, but I have no clue what I did wrong.

“Mhm,” Hannah glares up at me. Her lips, however, give her away-they are tilted upward as if she is holding back a smile.

It gets me in a playful mood, and I smirk. “How can I make it better?”

Now she can’t fight back her smile. She is cute, especially when she blushes and shyly looks down at her feet. “I don’t know…”

“How about… a kiss?”

She giggles and meets my eyes. “Okay, Romeo. You’re great at kissing but not THAT great at kissing.”

Ex-fucking-cuse me!

I’m not THAT great at kissing?!

What is that supposed to mean?!

“Hold up!” I stand up. “Are you saying my kisses weren’t the most fun-fucking-tastic kisses you’ve ever had?”

“Yup.”

My nostrils flare. “You’re lying, and I know that because you moaned when I kissed you!”

She shrugs. “It was still meh. Try harder next time.”

Try harder next time?

What the fuck.

This little shit…

“Oh, you’ve done it now, darling.”

I squat down and spread my arms, and by the time Hannah realizes I’m going to hoist her up, she lets out a shrilled scream, but it’s too late-I grab her and flip her over my shoulder like a barbarian.

“Let me down!” Hannah is hysterically laughing. “I haven’t done anything!”

“Oh, you’ve done plenty, you filthy little liar. Ruined my pride and said I’m a bad kisser-you need to be properly spanked for this.”

Hannah laughs louder and tries to escape. I calmly ignore her efforts to flee and head for the stairs.

Once in our bedroom, I dump her in the center of the bed and take my shirt off.

Wide blue eyes watch every move I make, and when I’m standing in only my boxers, Hannah moves to sit on the edge of the bed. Her soft hands immediately settle on my abs, touching and exploring.

“Oh my god, you’re so sexy,” she coos in an aroused voice that sounds far from her usual shy self.

I watch her, satisfied that she finds me sexy, but she is still wearing clothes, which is a problem. “Aren’t you going to get naked?”

She looks up at me, smiling, before she peels off her clothes without any hint of hesitation. Her nipples.

are erect, probably from the harsh weather outside, and her soft body makes my blood run to my second brain.

Hannah is gorgeous.

lean down to kiss her, and while tasting my lips, her hands work to tug down my boxers. My hard cock.

slaps against my lower abs, and she grabs it while kissing me, squeezing lightly at the base.

It drives me wild because I want more-no innocent touches. I want to be inside Hannah. How she looks.

at me is intoxicating, and all that teasing and bickering has felt like one extensive foreplay.

Hannah has been on my mind all that, and I want to fuck her so badly. I know she is younger than me and super tiny and shorter than I am, but she turns me on regardless.

“You’re so sexy,” I murmur as I kiss her neck and nibble on her skin. She smells like candyfloss and vanilla.

“You’re the sexy one.”

Hannah’s tiny hands are skimming up the front of my chest, thumbs brushing over my nipples before she uses her entire hand to try and cup my pecs.

And I say try because her hands are too small.

My pecs are firm and large from hours of training at the gym. My brothers have been pushing me to train like them. It pays off now when I’m in the best shape of my life, and Hannah is here to appreciate it.

“I really want you to fuck me,” Hannah sounds out of breath and cranes her neck, watching me with parted lips. “Please.”

I respond by moving and pushing her down on her back. Hannah’s eyes widen, and I smirk in mischief before taking her arms and locking her wrist above her head.

“You look so cute underneath me,” I tell her and dip down, kissing her naked breast. She shudders underneath me when I play with her nipples, flicking them with my tongue before speaking above them.

And you’re so fucking smooth and curvy. Sexy.”

Hannah releases a little moan, and my cock twitches in response. I’m determined to take it slow, but it’s hard when she makes sounds like that. Does she even know how perfect she is?

Hannah is a wet dream come true: her tits are round and fit in my palms. Her eyes are icily blue, and her flushed cheeks are so gorgeous. And the fact she is so inexperienced? It’s cute.

Growling, I kiss further south. My lips are on her soft stomach, then on her hips as I slowly work my way down to her-

“Wait!”

Wait?

I glance up at Hannah, curious about what she has to say. Her eyes are wild, and she is breathless, positively aroused.

“I want you to be underneath me.”

Hannah wishes to ride me? Wow. She doesn’t have to tell me twice; I flop down beside her and get read within seconds. I’m on my back, eyeing her to see what she will do next.

I’m given a smile, and then Hannah climbs on top. I’m shocked. She straddles me like she is in heat, not afraid of placing her hands on my pecs and grinding her wetness against my cock.

Holy-fucking-shit, can I keep her?

I love that Hannah comes out of her shell when we have sex. She isn’t afraid of taking what she wants and turns me on. She runs her hands over my chest, teasing me with her dripping wet pussy. It’s torture, but it’s the best kind.

I can be patient. I can wait for my sexy little wife. In fact, I will-

“You’re so fucking big,” Hannah moans and squeezes my pecs. “I can’t wait to have your cock deep inside me.”

Okay, screw patience.

With one arm resting over my eyebrows, I breathe heavily. Hannah is moving with each breath I take, and I smile at her. “If the pretty little vixen doesn’t fuck me soon, I will die. I’m actually close to wrestling you down onto your back.”

Her cheeks turn pink, but she doesn’t get off me. “Not a chance. Tonight I’m going to be riding you,” she moves right over my cock, then sucks in a deep breath. “If you will fit me, that is. You’re huge, but… I’m sure I can handle it. I think?”

“You can.” I know she can.

“Maybe,” Hannah grabs my cock while hovering above me. “But maybe I jerk you off a little first…”

I groan. “Stop teasing me…”

Is she trying to kill me?!

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