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“I am your girl, aren’t I?” Hannah whispers, and I nod. “How lucky am I?”
“Beg a little more for me, baby. What does this tight pussy want?”
“Look at us,” he says, gesturing to the mirror leaning against the wall. “We look good, don’t we?”
Brody snakes an arm around my waist. His fingers fan out over my ribs, his other hand pulling at my underwear. “So I can use it to get off when I’m not with you.”
“What’s the magic word, Coach?” “Please, baby.”
“I’ve been good.”
“These fucking thighs.” Hard fingers press into my skin, gripping me tight. “They’re my favorite part about you.” “Because they fit nicely around your head?” I
It’s been an honor to have you on my team, and the day you retire, I’ll have a seat at the bar saved for you.”
“The theories are true,” a soft voice says. I look up to find Hannah staring at us with a smile. “What theories?” I ask. “A man holding a baby is right up there on the hot scale with backward hats and gray sweatpants.”
No, I want to say. I love it. I love you.
“This is Brody, my—” “Boyfriend,”
“Brody?” I whisper. “Yeah?” “I want to tell you something, but I’m scared.” “What are you scared of?” he asks gently. “What happens if things go wrong?” “And what if they go right?” he says, and it makes me want to explode with glee. “I’ll be here. Whenever you’re ready.”
“A fuckboy? I love her,”
“Say it again,” he murmurs against my lips. “Tell me one more time, Hannah.” “I love you.
