by Tia Siren
That was how I was going to let Kason know I was staying behind. I locked my brother’s phone and put it back.
“Hanna? You in there?” my brother asked, knocking on the door. “Mom said you’re not feeling well?”
“I’m fine,” I croaked. “Just a headache.”
“Mom said you had a migraine,” he said.
“Then could you stop shouting please?” I asked.
“Could I come in and get my phone?”
“Only if you don’t mind me being half naked on the toilet.”
“I’ll shut my eyes.”
“Just…hold on, would ya?” I groaned. I quickly made myself presentable and was washing my hands at the sink when Marcus came in. For a brief second, I hoped I had closed out of his contact list, but when he opened his phone, he didn’t seem fazed. I splashed some water on my face and did some deep breathing over the sink to really sell the sick act. When Marcus’s hand came down on my back and rubbed it gently, I knew I had convinced everyone of the ruse.
“I’ll bring you back some cheesecake,” he whispered.
“Thanks.” I smiled.
“Honey?! I got your water and medicine!” Mom shouted.
I groaned. “Lord, that woman can roar.”
“Mom,” Marcus whispered harshly. “Keep it down, would ya?”
“Sorry,” she whispered. She handed me the pills, and I threw them back before I grabbed the water and chugged. Mom led me back to bed and tucked me under the covers. After she kissed my forehead and shut my door, I reached for my phone.
Hey, Kason. It’s Hanna. Look, I’m not going to the club event today and I hope you’re not either. We sorta need to talk.
I sent him the text message and hoped he would respond, but after a few minutes went by, I figured he probably didn’t have his phone on him. My eyes fluttered shut with the comfort and warmth of my bed, but when I felt my phone vibrate under my pillow, I woke up and yanked it out.
All right. I’m hanging behind, too. I’ll come over 20 minutes after everyone leaves. We do need to talk.
I smiled at his message and saved his number in my phone. Once I heard everyone leave the house, I jumped out of bed. I tore off my clothes and dug around for a cute little number to wear for him. Once I settled on an outfit, I started digging through my underwear drawer. I didn’t own many cute pieces of clothing, but the few I did own were always well taken care of. I pulled out a burnt orange bra and panty set that let my ass cheeks hang out just a little bit. Then I pulled the tight dress over my body and hiked my boobs up so they looked nice and perky.
I took a look at myself in the mirror and decided to splash on some makeup. I lined my eyes and threw on some quick mascara. I ditched the red lipstick for some flavored lip gloss. I knew the moment he got a taste of the succulent cherry blossom that tinted my lips, he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off me.
Which was exactly what I was counting on.
I mussed up my hair and let it cascade down my back. When I heard someone knock furiously on the door, I pictured his hands all over my body. Maybe he’d rip my dress in half, or maybe he’d be so eager to plant himself between my legs that he wouldn’t even take my panties off. Maybe he’d love my lip gloss so much that he’d paint a glossy train from my nipples to my navel and trace it with his tongue, marking me all the way down my stomach.
I groaned just thinking of all the ways he would touch me, but Kason’s voice ripped me from my trance.
“Hanna?! You in there?!”
I ran down the steps and smoothed my dress out one last time before I opened the door and Kason flew through the entrance. He kicked the door shut with his foot, and his arms automatically went around my body. He hoisted me against the wall while I clamped my thighs down around his waist. His lips encapsulated mine, and my hands gripped tightly onto his hair. His strong, broad chest pinned me to the hallway wall while his rough hands palmed my tits.
He groaned. “Oh, god, Hanna.” He rolled his hips into me, and I ground down onto his body. I could feel the wet spot I was making on his clothes. My body shook against the wall as his tongue raked its way across my lips. When he tasted the sweet cherry blossom flavor, his dick pulsed against my clothed pussy.
His arms held me close, and I wrapped my hands around his neck. We slowly worked our way up the steps. I could feel his heart hammering against my skin, and my breath came in heaves into the crook of his neck. Our bodies were singing out for one another as he slowly carried me to my room. There was silence between us as he stopped to close my door. When he set me down on my feet, I slowly pushed him to sit on my bed.
I raised my hands in the air and backed away from him. My hips swayed to a beat found only in my head. His eyes devoured me with their hungry stare, the sweet, defensive hazel eyes I’d come to adore as a child now dark and stormy with desperation and need. His chest panted for me as he white-knuckled the comforter on my bed. When I turned around, I slowly peeled my arms out of my dress.
“Oh, Hanna,” he said roughly. His voice sounded like gravel and his undertones sounded like thunder. My entire being shivered at the sound of my name tumbling from the lips I wanted him to plant on every crevice of my body.
I slipped the dress down and slowly stepped out. When I kicked it off to the side, I let him see all of me. I held out my arms and turned for him, showing him the perky tits he could have his mouth on and the sweet, succulent pussy lips that could swallow his dick whole if only he agreed to the terms I had presented.
When he licked his lips, I knew I had him by the balls.
He rose and grasped my arm and pulled me into his body. When his legs parted and my feet stumbled, he held me—suspended in midair—while he devoured the rest of my lip gloss. He sucked my lips until they were plump. His tongue raked along the inside of my mouth, gulping down the very sweetness I knew he could taste. When his hands reached around to unhook my bra, I whispered the question I needed an answer to against his lips.
“Have you considered my offer?”
His hands stopped. He pulled his face back from mine. When I finally got my feet under me, I stood and gave him a heavy glare.
“Well?” I asked.
“No. No, I haven’t considered your offer, Hanna,” he said.
My stomach lurch with disappointment because I knew what I was losing out on. I was losing out on the perfect man with the perfect amount of ruggedness, bad boy, and familial values to have the perfect child with. He wanted to fuck me, and I wanted what his body would give me when he did. He wanted to continue being a playboy who dated a different model every week, and I wanted to be a single mother raising her perfect child while pursuing the job she always wanted but no one ever thought she would be able to do. It was a win-win situation.
Why the fuck was he making this so damn difficult?
“Fine,” I said. I walked over to my dress and picked it up off the ground. I heard footsteps scramble behind me before Kason had his chest pressed against my back. He slinked his hand around my stomach and slowly pulled me upward. When his lips danced along the crook of my neck, every single hair on my body stood on end.
“Come on, Hanna. Just once with a condom. It’s easier that way for new couples, and if you’d like, I’ll poke a hole in it.”
“Are you fucking serious?” I asked. “Do you really think I’m that much of an idiot?”
I turned around and met his gaze before I threw my dress back on. I shimmied it down my form much to Kason’s protesting, but all I could think about was that asinine compromise.
“Look, I know you still see me as the idiotic, dreamy-eyed teenage girl who drooled over you whenever you came home, and while I might still be dreamy-eyed, I’m also not a fucking idiot.”
“I know that,” he said, his voice low.
“That fucking bullshit ‘compromise’ tells me otherwise. ‘Poke a hole in it’? Really, Kason?”
“Look, Hanna—”
He reached for my arm and pulled me against his b
ody. I planted my hands on his chest and felt the ripples of his muscles with my fingertips while his heartbeat hammered against my palm. I wished to god he would just say yes. I wanted him—every single part of his body—against me for as long as I could have him. And if we did it right, it only had to be once.
Just once.
“If we do it right, it—”
“Hanna,” Kason said. His voice was hard, commanding.
“No. Look.” I looked up into his eyes and drew in a slow breath through my nose, but part of me was craving the idea of sleeping with him without getting pregnant. He was so beautiful and so headstrong and so fucking…everything.
“I set out a deal,” I said as I stepped away. “If you accept the terms of this deal, then it’s on. But if you can’t accept the terms, then there’s no deal. You of all people should be able to understand that.”
Kason shook his head. “I can’t do that to you, Hanna.”
I sighed. “Then I can’t sleep with you, Kason.”
He shoved his hand down his pants and rearranged himself. I had to ball my fists up to keep from reaching out and shoving my own hand down his pants. He marched by me with frustration oozing from his pores, and I heard him storm down the steps before he slammed my front door shut. Tears rose to my eyes as I stood there, hoping to god he would throw the door open and come running back up the steps to me…but he never did.
No one ever ran back to me, no matter what I did or what I had to offer.
But if I had a child, they would run after me.
Time and time again.
Chapter 10
Kason
“Fuck!”
I barreled through the front door of my parents’ house and ran my fingers through my hair. Hanna was absolutely insane! Part of me wanted to tell her parents and her brother what was going on. I was sure this was some sort of harassment that could be dealt with swiftly and easily. Maybe then Hanna’s mother would get her foot out of her ass and stop pressuring her daughter into being the sweet, obedient, stay-at-home wife she was so desperate for her to become.
But holy fuck, Hanna looked good. I mean, she had probably looked that good going off to college, but you could tell that woman went to the gym. Her thighs were defined and strong, and it made my mouth salivate just thinking about how she would squeeze those things around my head while I devoured her until she screamed. And her stomach. Oh, god. She had this bit of excess behind her belly button that would fit perfectly in the palms of my hands. God, I’d sink my teeth into it and mark every inch of it while my fingertips pressed down into her hips, keeping her steady while bruises and teeth marks shone in the darkness of her house.
And fuck, those tits. God, they had been bursting forth from that cute little orange bra she’d had on. They would be more than handfuls, and my dick was pulsing just thinking about them against me. Yesterday, I’d felt her hard nipples puckering against my shirt, but fuck, they’d feel so damn good pressed against my skin. I’d lick and suck on those bad boys while I fingered that tight little pussy of hers, and if she was a good girl, I’d make her fall over the edge time and time again without my tongue ever touching the throbbing clit I knew was sitting between her legs.
When she had straddled me, I had smelled all of her. Her tongue and her lips had been so sweet, but the salty twinge in the air that had wafted from her panties had hardened my dick against her thigh. Never had I been so entranced by the scent of a woman. If I’d had it my way, I would’ve thrown her down onto that bed, ripped her panties to shreds, and licked up every dripping drop of her juices until she was so fraught with pleasure that she passed out. Hanna had turned into a vivacious, intelligent, and fucking sexy woman, but there was just one hiccup she couldn’t get past.
She wanted to get pregnant, and I refused to ruin her life like that.
My cock pressed achingly hard into the fabric of my pants, and when I looked down, I saw a wet stain appear on the front.
I groaned. “Of course.”
She was an absolute lunatic if she thought I was going to get her pregnant. First of all, I didn’t want to be a fucking father, but if I did, I sure as hell wouldn’t abandon the kid and its mother. Fuck that nonsense. I saw enough of that in my own world: men paying off women every month while they went on with their lives after ruining the life of another. Sure, I slept with every beautiful woman I could find, and yeah, I liked my parties and booze and sleazy blowjobs, but there was no way in hell any woman carrying my child would be abandoned.
Not a chance in hell.
Plus, she hadn’t even graduated yet! If she got pregnant now, she’d fucking work her internship as my secretary and, god, I’d probably want to bend her growing body—round with my child—over my fucking desk time and time again. I’d get no work done because all I would do was smell her overactive libido while she was trying to work, and then she’d be a mother before she graduated college.
What kind of crazy-ass bullshit was that?
I stormed up the steps with my pants tented and busted into the bathroom. I had to find a way to calm myself down, and I needed to get rid of this throbbing issue between my legs. I peeled my clothes off and tossed them onto the floor. Then I ran the hottest shower I could stand. I didn’t want a cold shower—that would result in my balls hanging low with want until I had some preteen wet dream about her tits. I was going to take a hot shower, imagine my face planted in every part of her body, and then I was going to come all over the walls of this bathroom while her name dripped from my lips.
If I couldn’t have her in real life, I could have her in my fantasies.
I soaked my skin with water before I ran my hands through my hair. I just couldn't get over how crazy Hanna sounded. I knew how headstrong she was, and it frightened me that I knew she wouldn’t let this go. She’d sunk her head into the idea of being a single mother with a career and a child fathered by me, and I had no fucking clue as to why.
“Damn, Hanna,” I whispered.
I leaned my forearm against the shower wall and placed my forehead on it. Then I wrapped my hand around the base of my cock. I closed my eyes and thought about that beautiful pussy being spread open for me, like a dinner buffet at the country club, and I slowly began to pump my thick dick. I bit into my arm as I thought about how she would taste and all the juices that would come tumbling out of her because of how well I’d lick that clit. I thought about the way she would run her fingers through my hair and how her thighs would clench around my ears. My dick leaked with wanton lust as I groaned against my arm.
I thought about how angry she would be when I backed off just as she was about to come. She’d pound her fists against the bed and lose all control of her body. She’d beg me and tell me what a bad boy I was being and how I deserved to be punished. She’d rip away from my lips and pull me up onto the bed. Then she’d sit that fat pussy on my face and force me to eat my punishment.
I groaned. “Good fuck, Hanna.”
I pumped my hand faster as my dick leaked thick streams of cum from its tip. I thought about how she would ride my face, covering it with her glistening silk as she panted and groaned with pleasure. I thought about how my fingertips would sink into the meat of her thighs, leaving bruises so deep my fingerprints could be identified.
“Oh,” I whimpered.
I thought about how she would feel wrapped around my dick, with those lip-glossed lips leaving sparkling trails behind while I choked her with my thick cock. I thought about how those doe eyes would look up at me, begging me for more while my balls drew up into my body. I thought about wrapping my hands in her hair and fucking that sweet little face, ruining her body for any other man who might come along and want a taste of what she had to give.
“Hanna. Oh…Hanna,” I grunted.
My balls pull up into my body in the shower as I thought about my dick sinking deep into her body. I thought about the claw marks I knew she’d leave on my back and the bite marks I’d leave in the crook of her neck. I thought about wh
at it would sound like for her to wail my name out in pleasure while her pussy milked my rock-hard cock for everything it was worth.
“Such a greedy little girl,” I growled.
I squeezed my hand around my cock one last time and shot my essence onto the shower wall. As I did, her name dripped from my lips as I imagined pouring myself inside her. I imagined her whimpering and shaking with desperation, exhausted from the orgasm that had shot through her body, while her chest glistened with a sheen of sweat and my own beads dripped onto her forehead.
“Fuck, Hanna,” I said.
My god, she would’ve been so sweet and so adventurous to have in bed. She would’ve tasted like succulent honey, and her pussy would’ve squeezed me in a way no other woman ever had. I would’ve ruined her, but she would’ve ruined me just as much in return.
I slid down to my knees and twisted so my back was pressed against the shower wall. As the hot water continued to beat down on my body, there was only one thing I could think.
I had to have Hanna.
I had to have her, and I had to find a way I could do that without getting her pregnant in the process.
Chapter 11
Hanna
It had been two days since my failed encounter with Kason, and it was still rattling around in my head. I couldn’t believe he had turned me down after I’d thrown him everything he could’ve ever wanted. I was still secretly fuming. He had sent me a few text messages since that night, wanting to talk about various things, but all I did was ignore him.
He knew my terms, and if he didn’t want to accept them, then there was no deal.
“Hey! You two want to go out for some breakfast?”
Marcus and I looked up from our books and newspapers. When we saw how bright Mom’s face looked, neither of us could turn her down.
“Sure, Mom. Give me a few minutes to change.”
