“Oh, fuck—” The truck swerves as his hand jerks on the wheel.
I pull back slightly. “Get us home safely, please.”
Then I take him deeper, hollowing my cheeks, using my tongue, losing myself in the taste and feel of him.
“Jesus Christ,” he growls, one hand dropping to tangle in my hair while the other white-knuckles the steering wheel. “This might be the most difficult drive of my entire life. If we crash, I’m blaming you and your perfect mouth.”
I would laugh if my mouth weren’t full, so I just take him deeper instead and let the heat consume me.
20
CHRIS
I’m driving erratically, the truck swerving across lanes as Hannah’s mouth works absolute magic over my cock, and my vision starts blurring at the edges.
“Fuck. Holy fuck, Hannah—” My hand tangles in her hair because I’m about to lose my mind completely.
I barely register turning onto our property, or what I think is our property, as my climax slams into me. Stars explode behind my eyes as I hiss through clenched teeth, my entire body going rigid.
I manage to throw the truck into park but don’t even think about the handbrake because it’s somewhere under Hannah and rational thought has completely abandoned me as I pulse into her mouth. I’m gripping the steering wheel in a death grip with my other hand.
She swallows everything, her throat working, and the sensation nearly stops my heart.
“Jesus Christ, you’re incredible,” I gasp, my head falling back against the seat. “Absolutely perfect.”
She finally releases me and sits up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, and the satisfied smile on her face is pure sin.
I’m boneless, wrecked. “You could have killed us both.”
“But we’re not dead.” She’s moaning already, shifting restlessly, her thighs rubbing together. “And you have no idea how good that was for me. Tasting you, having you, is everything.”
I reach over and yank up the handbrake, my hands still trembling. “Let’s get you inside before you combust.”
I climb out on unsteady legs and immediately step into the flower bed, nearly face-planting into a tree trunk.
Oh, fuck. I parked like a complete disaster, the truck at a diagonal across the front lawn, nowhere near the actual driveway, tire tracks through what’s left of our landscaping.
Don’t care. Can’t care. Not even a little bit.
I do up my pants hastily, zip, belt, then rush around to Hannah’s side and pull open her door.
She practically falls out, and I catch her against my chest.
“You’re with me,” I say, lifting her into my arms in one smooth motion.
She wraps her arms around my neck immediately, pressing her face against my throat, and I love how she fits perfectly against me. How soft she is. Her scent floods my senses, and her arousal is thick. I’m half hard again already.
“You are perfect, Hannah,” I murmur against her hair as I carry her toward the house. “So beautiful and sexy. And all mine. All ours.”
I take her straight upstairs to her room, the one we designed specifically for Omega heats back when finding our match was just desperate hoping.
The room is perfect for this. Enormous bed piled with soft blankets and pillows. Supplies stocked in built-in cabinets. Everything carefully considered.
At the center is a low, cushioned platform we had custom-built, surrounded by plush rugs. Low enough for comfort, high enough for access from any angle. Designed specifically for heat care.
I set her on the edge, and she’s immediately panting, rubbing her thighs together frantically, seeking any friction.
I crouch in front of her, my thumb stroking her inner knee. “Tell me what you need, sweetheart.”
