Chapter 20

Tobias My entire body shakes when I enter the bathroom. My vision is darkened, hands fumbling with the buttons of my jeans. Why is my blood boiling? It’s a miracle I manage to get naked and walk over to the shower. Though, not even the water can save me. Even as it sluices off my shoulders, I’m still a wreck.

My heart is beating like I’ve run a marathon, and it doesn’t seem to want to slow down.

All because of that scene, Hannah laughing with Jake in the kitchen… Hannah looking up and smiling at another man…

Holy shit, am I actually jealous?!

The answer is yes-no matter how much I want to deny it, I’m not stupid. Hannah has gotten to my head and my heart. I think I’m falling for her, which is terrible.

Hannah is younger than me, just like Sarah, and Hannah isn’t mature enough to settle. I know this from experience. If I get serious with her, I will only get hurt again.

Why?

Because we have different goals. I have a career, and I’ve reached all the goals I’ve wanted. I’m one of the wealthiest men alive, and now all that is left to achieve is finding someone to share my fortune with.

After this charade with Hannah is over, I want children and a future, someone… stable.

And Hannah? She is a goddamn college student, and I doubt she wants children now-it would never work between us!

Sure. Hannah is pretty and fan-fucking-tastic; some guy out there will be lucky to have her in their life, but I’m not the one. I’m too old and broken by life. Hannah needs someone sweet and naive, not a bitter idiot like me who only seems to smile when she is around…

Gag.

Did I really think such a cheesy thought?

Fuck. I have to get over myself and probably find a fucking therapist since I’m falling for yet another young, innocent soul.

I try to think of something else: money, Daniel’s ugly mug, and the meetings I have tomorrow… but memories assault me.

Soon I see Hannah’s pale, beautiful skin naked in my bed. The warm weight of her ass when she rode me to an orgasm and those sounds she made when she came hard on my cock.

1 groan. Even my knees go weak, and I stumble forward, leaning against the tiles so I won’t risk falling over.

Shit, I’m in deeper trouble than I thought! The images of Hannah naked won’t leave me alone. I see her rounded thighs and curves… her boobs. Her glorious boobs. Damn, I’ve never been with a woman so soft and smooth. I love it.

“Shit. I stare down at my hard cock in terror and exhale.

I’m hot and aching down there. The tip presses against the tiles, and I grip it to relieve some pressure.

But my hand isn’t enough. No. My cock craves Hannah and her sweet, wet cunt.

God, it’s humiliating how badly! want her. This is the second time I’m rock-hard in the shower.

Ugh. I cringe at the thought of having jacked off to Hannah once already-I need to learn how to control myself.

I turn off the water and turn my head when there are three little knocks on the door. “Tobias?”

It’s her-the woman of my dreams-err, fuck, I mean Hannah!

“Yes?” Do I sound breathless? And is that happiness in my chest? Jesus Christ, I need to take a chill pill.

“Can we talk?”

I look down at my naked, dripping body and lift a curious eyebrow at the door. “Now?”

Is that code for Hannah wanting sex? It must be. Why else would she want to enter the bathroom when she knows I’m most likely naked? Oh my god, how do I look? Wait! Why do I care? I just showered!

“Yeah?” Hannah sounds nervous, probably because she wishes to fuck me at my mother’s house. She is way dirtier than I thought. “Is now… not a good time?”

I take a deep breath. “The place could be better, but… if this is what you truly want, it will do.”

“Uh?” Hannah seems to be hesitating, probably panicking a little now that she knows I’m willing to make her fantasies come true. “Thank you?”

Ah, there it is, the appreciation I’ve been looking for. I smile at the door and get rid of the towel-better present myself with open arms to make the wife happy.

“You can come in now. I’m ready for you.”

“Are you sure?” Hannah feels the handle but doesn’t open the door fully. She is still acting insecure. “Not going to lie, the way you’re talking is making me nervous…”

“There is nothing to be nervous about. This room is soundproof, and nobody will hear you scream.”

Hannah is loud in bed-I like that a lot. It’s sexy when she moans and writhes.

“N-nobody will hear me scream?” Hannah sobs. “Are you really that angry with me that you’re threatening me now?”

What?

I stare at the door, dumbfounded, until it opens, and an unhappy Hannah enters. At first, she looks ready to cry, but then she blinks and blinks and stares at me, white in the face.

“W-wait, why are you not wearing any-”

I muffle her voice with one hand and press her against the wall with a smirk curling my lips. I’m unsure what roleplaying game she is playing. Meh. It doesn’t matter. I use my left hand to close the door and lock. it so no one can interrupt us.

Once I’m done, I peer down at Hannah. Her eyes are vast, and her breathing has seized. She rakes me up and down, and her attention lingers on my pecs until she gulps and lifts her eyes.

My amusement grows at that, and I lean down to whisper huskily. “What is that you women say when men check out your boobs and are a bit too obvious about it-my eyes are up here-is that the correct sentence?”

Too stunned to speak, Hannah says nothing, and I angle myself at an uncomfortable angle so that we are at eye level. She has the most fantastic blue eyes and full lips.

“You’re so beautiful,” I tell her, and play with a blonde strand of her hair while smiling darkly into her face.” And so dirty for wanting to play around here, but who am I to judge? I will make your fantasy come true tonight, babe.”

Confusion is written over her face, but I ignore that. I’m itching to kiss her, so instead of stalling, I lean in and claim her lips as mine. She mewls into my mouth when I give her some tongue.

It amuses me how quickly she surrenders and gives herself to me. Suddenly she is desperate for more and presses against me. Her hands land on my chest, squeezing my pecs, stirring something within me.

Sarah never treated me like I was irresistible and like she couldn’t touch me enough to satisfy her needs.

But Hannah? Every touch tells me she is into me, and I love it. Her hands worship me whenever they smooth over my skin, and it makes me feel so good. Wanted. Cherished.

And her kisses?

I groan when she nibbles my lips. “You’re so sexy…”

“No, you are.”

I know Hannah means those words when I look into her big, blue eyes. Her breaths are coming in fast, and that’s turning me on.

Why does she have to be everything I want but such a wrong choice of a partner?

Not that I care right now. I’m thinking with my second brain, and my aching is only growing. My cock is screaming for attention, and there is nothing I can do about it. I can’t ignore the yearning between my legs! I’m helpless, and what red-blooded man could blame me when Hannah is plastered to my body and scraping her big breasts against me? She is my kryptonite. I’m already growing weaker and losing focus.

I pick her up into my arms and smile into her face. “How about we have some fun in the shower?”

She parts her lips. “I think-

“YOU CAN’T BE FUCKING SERIOUS!” Mark yells from the other side of the door. “I HAVE TO TAKE A DUMP, AND YOU’RE STILL THERE! WHAT THE HECK IS TAKING SO LONG?!”

I glare at the door, and then I sigh. “Saved by my brother, I guess…”

With a certain sadness in my heart and my balls already turning blue, I reluctantly put Hannah down on the floor. Her hair is disarranged, her eyes are wild, and I chuckle at how adorable she looks.

“You are living up to your nickname right now, Pixie Spaz,” I reach out a hand to brush away some blonde hair from her forehead and smooth it against her head. She stares at me while I do, still out of breath. It makes me tilt my head. “What is it?”

“When you… when you lifted me up like that… it was so hot… and I’m mortified to have dinner now.

because…”

I try to figure out what she means, then I look down, smirking once I catch the wet spot on her leggings.

It looks like you peed yourself.”

“Oh my god… you’re seriously a jerk!” Hannah swats me but can’t keep the laughter out of her voice.

“Fuck you!”

I wink at her. “Yes, please.”

Outside the door, Mark groans. “Today, brother…”

I roll my eyes. “Give me three minutes to put on my clothes…” I meet Hannah’s eyes and whisper. “We should probably join the others. I just have to warn you about something: they will probably think we had a quickie in here.”