HANS: Alliance Series Book Four, page 11
“Use your words, Butterfly. Tell me what you need.”
I feel dizzy.
I’m so ready to explode.
“Inside me.” I feel like I’m going to choke on the words. “I need you inside me.”
His thumb pulls out, then pushes back in. “I already have a finger buried in your ass.” He pushes it deeper still, and dots of light start to spark in my vision. “What else do you want?”
Embarrassment tries to overcome my lust, but I tell him. I tell him what I need more than I need my next breath. “I need your cock, Hans. Please.”
His body moves closer to mine, and I feel his jean-clad legs against the back of my bare ones.
“Where do you want it? Here?” He jiggles his thumb in my ass, and my clit starts to throb. “Or here?” Something warm and hard slaps up against my core.
I nod my head.
“Words.” He slaps his dick against my pussy a second time.
“There.” I’m almost sobbing now. “Put it in me there.”
He rubs the head of his cock up and down my slit once, my dripping arousal coating him instantly.
Then he starts to push in.
He’s so thick. So much to take.
My shoulders hunch forward, and I focus on breathing.
Hans holds still, with just the tip inside me, as he still rocks his thumb in and out of my ass.
I can’t…
It’s too much.
I’m stretched everywhere.
I can’t take it.
“So tight,” Hans grunts.
Then he thrusts forward, sinking every inch of his cock inside me.
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Hans
The cry that Cassandra lets out might be a scream, but I can hardly hear her over the rushing of my blood.
Her pussy is so fucking wet. So fucking tight.
I can’t stop. I can’t slow down.
I don’t want to.
Pressing my fingers into her flesh, I bury my thumb as deep as it will go in her snug asshole and slam my hips into her.
Wet slapping sounds fill the space around us, and I wish the overhead lights were on so I could see every fucking jiggle.
She’s making so many sounds.
Moans and whimpers and unintelligible words.
But I’m too far gone.
“That’s it.” I pull out and shove back in. “That’s my good girl.”
She whines. And then I fuck her with my thumb. Pushing it in and out of her little hole with the same speed as my dick.
“Hans. Hans.” She’s panting my name.
And goddamn, I wish I had an audio recorder in here. I want to hear her like this every night.
I want to own her.
I want to consume her in every way.
I thrust my hips forward as far as they’ll go, then press even harder, burying my thumb to the final knuckle.
I need every hole.
With my free hand, I reach up and slide my fingers up her throat, over her chin, and press my first two fingers into her open mouth.
Cassandra seals her lips around my fingers. And something clicks inside me.
She is mine.
I fight against the tightness in my balls. Fight the need to fill her with every drop of my seed.
Not yet.
Her tongue swirls around my fingers.
I drag my hips back, pull my thumb halfway out, slide my fingers from her mouth, then push in. Everywhere.
Heat. Pure heat fills me.
Cassandra’s pussy starts to flutter around my length. And I know she’s almost there.
I press my forehead to her shoulder. “You ready to come, Butterfly?”
She nods and moans around my fingers.
I drag my hand away from her mouth.
“Tell me,” I demand.
“Yes,” she cries. “I’m so—”
I slap my hand down against her ass one last time. And when her body clenches in response, I shove as deep as I can, my cock skewering her insides.
And instead of soothing the smack, I reach around and pinch her clit.
The reaction is immediate.
Her hands, trapped between our bodies, claw at my stomach.
Her pussy convulses.
Her ass squeezes my thumb.
And she comes.
She comes so fucking hard I have no choice but to follow her over the edge, my release pumping out of my cock and filling her channel.
Grunting, I pull my hips back, then shove them forward, jiggling my thumb and rolling her clit between my fingers with the other hand, dragging her orgasm out to match mine.
“Hans. Oh. Fuck.” Cassandra’s little cries are the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.
When her knees start to wobble, I slowly slide my thumb free, then wrap my arm around her waist. And when her body gives a violent twitch, I slide my hand up from her pussy to her soft belly and help hold her upright.
I press my open mouth to the side of her neck. “Fuck.”
She lets out a sound between a choke and a laugh, making her pussy clench around my dick one last time, drawing the last drops out of me.
“That…” Cassandra shakes her head. “That was amazing.”
My lips pull into a smile against her skin. “I knew you would be.”
“Did you?” Her chest is still heaving, like mine.
“From the first time I saw you.” I admit the truth before I can think better of it.
Her hips wiggle against me. “I thought the same thing.”
Her response shouldn’t feel like such a surprise, given how readily she’s melted under my touch.
The thought that we could’ve been fucking like this for the past year flashes through my mind. But behind it comes the flashes of all the reasons we shouldn’t have done even this. Same reasons why I shouldn’t have gone to her parents’ place. Or banged on her door when I found that book in the mail.
But standing here, cock still buried in Cassandra’s sweet heat, I can’t find it in me to regret any of it.
Because she is mine.
CHAPTER 39
Cassie
Hans presses his lips to my neck in a soft kiss, then he pulls back, unwrapping his arms from my waist and letting his length slip out from inside me.
I’m still too unsteady to do more than lean against the tool chest. But when I feel his release dripping out of me, I shuffle my legs together.
That was… probably a bad idea. But since I have long-term birth control taken care of, in the form of an implant in my arm, it’s only a bad idea for every medical reason other than having a baby.
Hands tug at the destroyed underwear tied around my wrists, and a moment later, the fabric slides away.
Freed, I bring my hands in front of me, bracing myself so I can stand straighter while I catch the rest of my breath.
He slides one of his hands along my hip, like he’s helping hold me in place, then with the other, still gripping the ruined panties, he startles me as he reaches between my legs, dragging against my pussy in one swipe, wiping away some of the mess.
I let out a sound of surprise, but Hans just makes a shushing sound.
Awkwardness tries to creep in around me, but I’m still too blissed out to worry too much about it yet.
Hans undoes whatever he did to tie up my dress so the skirt falls back down, covering me up.
Carefully, testing out the soreness between my legs and a foreign soreness in my rear, I turn to face Hans.
It’s still too dark, but with the garage door open behind him, I can make out his outline against the slightly brighter night outside.
His hands gently close around my wrists, where they were tied, and I wonder if bears can see in the dark.
His fingers brush over my tender skin.
“Did I tie it too tight?” His tone is full of concern, and it’s such a contrast from the man who just filled me so full a few moments ago.
I have to wet my lips to reply. “No, it’s… I liked it.”
He makes a sound low in his chest, and the whole of what just happened finally sinks in.
My mouth pulls into a smile.
I can’t believe I just had sex with my hot neighbor… In his garage.
“Good thing no one else lives on this street,” I joke, wondering how loud I was and how far sound travels.
Hans’s silhouette turns to look out the garage. “We’ll close the door next time.”
Next time.
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Next time.
No matter how stupid or dangerous it is, I know there will be a next time. I won’t be able to stop myself.
I slowly release her hands. “Get some sleep, Butterfly. We have an early morning.”
She takes one tentative step, then another.
My chest fills with something hot as I watch her uneven gait as she makes her way to the mouth of the garage.
Cassandra stops and looks back through the dark at me. “Night, Grizzly Bear.”
Not able to stop myself, I let out a low growl.
Her mouth breaks into the widest smile, and it hits me right in the heart.
Then she hurries away, with a quick stop at my truck to snag her purse.
CHAPTER 41
Cassie
Stepping through my front door, I glance up at the sun-shaped clock hanging on the wall above my little workstation and sigh. I should’ve packed before I left for dinner, but I’m a procrastinator at heart, so it’s no surprise I didn’t. So now I need to pack before I drop onto my bed and relive everything that just happened.
As I climb the stairs, my muscles twinge.
It’s been a bit since I’ve slept with anyone, but I have. I’m not a virgin. But that—I try my best to clench my pelvic floor muscles as I hurry up the last few steps—was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.
Turning, I head straight into my bathroom.
The shower turns on with a hiss of water, and I let it warm up while I strip off what remains of my clothing.
I glance out the bathroom door, toward my bedroom, toward the windows that look out over Hans’s house.
Is he showering me off his body right now? Or is he already in that comfortable bed of his, falling asleep?
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The sensor reads my palm, and the door to my safe room unlocks.
I ignore the monitors, step past the wall of firearms, and pull open the closet at the back of the room.
It takes me a second to find it, but the spoof laptop is where I left it. Slender ceramic knives exactly where I left them, hidden within.
If shit gets loud, I’ll be able to get a gun off someone. But I like having my own weapons at the ready.
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Cassie
One peek out my front window shows my neighbor’s house already alight with life.
When my alarm went off at four, the only thing that kept me from snoozing through it was the fact that I’d be starting my day with Hans.
Hoisting my work-branded backpack onto my shoulders, I look around the living room. “Okay, bye! I’ll be back on Friday,” I tell my house, then flip off the light and open my front door.
And then I scream because a man is standing on my front step.
“Who were you talking to?” Hans’s deep voice is loud in the early morning quiet. But to be fair, my shriek was probably louder.
I press both hands over my heart. “What the hell, Hans?”
He takes a step closer.
I’m still blocking the doorway, but he looks over my head into my house. “Who were you talking to, Cassandra?”
“What—” I realize he must’ve heard me saying goodbye.
I don’t really want to answer him, but I think I’m starting to know Hans well enough to know he’s not going to just let it go.
Hands still over my heart, I admit, “I was talking to my house.”
He tips his head down so he can look into my eyes. “Pardon?”
I press my lips together.
“Your house.” He proves he heard me by slowly repeating what I said.
“Yeah.” I drop my hands. “It’s not that weird.”
“Sure it isn’t.” Hans leans in farther.
For a split second, I think he’s going to kiss me, and I start to close my eyes, but then he leans past me and picks up my suitcase.
I try to hide my embarrassed disappointment.
I wasn’t totally sure what last night meant for us, but apparently it doesn’t mean that we’re people who kiss when they see each other.
Hans raises a brow as he lifts the suitcase, noticing how heavy it is. And that’s fair. I definitely maxed out the weight limit.
“Alright.” I move out onto the front step and pull my front door shut, locking it behind me. “I’m ready.”
My suitcase has wheels on the bottom and a handle that telescopes out the top to make it easy to drag around. But Hans doesn’t use either of those features. He just carries it by the top handle, all the way down my driveway, across the road, and up to his truck.
He makes it look easy. Whereas I’m already starting to sweat just from carrying my backpack. Which is also filled to the max.
I’m an over packer. It’s just who I am.
Hans’s truck is still parked in his driveway, and he stops at the rear passenger door, opening it.
The back seat is small, a bench style, like up front, with a small amount of leg room.
After setting my suitcase on the seat, he turns and holds out his hand for my backpack.
I slip it off one shoulder, and before I can get it down the second, Hans grabs the strap and lifts it off me.
This feels so… intimate. Which is weird considering—I glance at his closed garage door—what we did last night.
But now, with the sun breaking over the horizon, surrounding us with light instead of total darkness, this feels very relationship-y.
“Up.” Hans’s voice snaps me out of my daze, and I find he’s already opened my door for me.
As Hans drives us out of the neighborhood, my anxiety about traveling starts to hit me.
I’m not a terrible flier. I don’t hate planes, but I also don’t ever look forward to boarding one. And leaving the country by myself adds another level of stress. I know I’ll be meeting my coworkers when I land, but I’ll still have to navigate customs alone, and I’ve never had to do that before.
I force my lungs to fill steadily and watch the world pass out the window while we ride in silence.
If I’m being completely honest, I’d admit that I’m pretty nervous about this trip.
I like to be prepared, so when my company announced this sales meeting and where it was being held, I did a search online. Mostly to check the weather so I knew how to dress, but I also like to see what a place is famous for. Maybe a certain type of food. Or a landmark. There’s always something.
And it didn’t take more than five seconds to find what this place is famous for.
Violence.
The city is famous for freaking violence.
I swallow.
I’d been so tempted to tell my parents—so I could have someone to share my worries with—but if I did that, they would’ve lost it. And I don’t need them panicking the whole time I’m gone.
Plus, it’s not like I can just refuse to go. It’s a mandatory trip. And I’m there representing human resources. How bad would it look if the head of HR doesn’t go because they’re scared but allows everyone else to go?
I can picture my mom now… “If everyone else jumps off a bridge, would you do it too?”
Well, yeah. If it’s between that and the unemployment line, I just might.
I blow out my breath.
There’s no way my company would be sending everyone there if it was actually dangerous. Those news stories were probably exaggerating.
I brush away a stray thread on my knee, then press my hands between my thighs.
I packed two outfits for each day—one business casual, one business fancy—since I’m not sure how dressed up people are going to be, which is another reason for the heavy luggage.
For today, I picked something in between—black pants, black flats, black silk shirt. The universally accepted all-black outfit of corporate life.
A large hand settles on my thigh. “You okay?”
“Yep!” I answer too quickly, with a voice that’s too bright.
With my hands still between my legs, Hans uses the pad of his pinkie finger to lightly brush against the skin around my wrist. It’s tender but so faintly pink most people wouldn’t notice.
“Did I hurt you?” The question is so quiet I barely hear it.
I turn my attention to look at Hans. “No.” I lift my hands, turning my wrists around to show all sides. “See? All good.”
Last night, the skin was a little raw, but I rubbed some aloe on it, and now you wouldn’t even know I was tied up with my own underwear less than twelve hours ago.
Hans makes a humming sound as he merges onto the highway that will take us to the airport.
Needing to distract myself, I grasp for something to say. “So… got a big week at work?”
He shakes his head and asks his own question. “Do you speak any Spanish?”
I think back to the three months of online lessons I did four years ago. “Not really.”
“Not really?” The hand on my thigh gives a little squeeze.
“Okay, not at all. I can say the word for bathroom. And beer. Which just makes me sound like an asshole.” Hans’s mouth twitches, and I don’t know if he’s trying not to smile or trying not to frown. “A few years ago, my parents bought me that expensive software people use to learn a new language for my birthday, but I didn’t stick with it.” My shoulders sag. “That’s kinda my thing.”
“Learning languages?”
I shake my head. “No. Quitting.”
