Teacher - Voyeur

A throat clearing behind us had me jerking away to find Erik glaring like he was trying to set Daniel on fire.

“Shit,” Daniel breathed. “Sorry.”

I giggled and glared back at Erik. “Cockblocker.”

He cringed, and I laughed some more. “Seriously, Hanna. I don’t need to know that.”

I stood, tugging Daniel with me and walked past Erik, a devious smirk his only warning. “I guess you also don’t need to know I’m about to let him do all kinds of dirty things to me.”

“Hanna fucking Brandt,” he growled.

“Payback for all the times I caught you and Alex,” I called over my shoulder.

I laughed because it was so trivial, to taunt my brother with the fact that I was having sex, to make him uncomfortable with it. It hadn’t been too long ago that I’d been forced to watch him and Alex all over each other, and I’d been sure I’d never have that. Yet here I was, getting all that and more.

“Take me home, Daniel.”

“Okay, but let’s move quickly before your brother kills me.”

We managed to make it out of the parking lot of Haven and all the way to his apartment building…but we never made it out of the car.

Daniel parked and demanded I give him a first of my own. So, we moved to the back, and I learned what all the fuss was about fucking in the back seat.

I couldn’t wait for our life of him teaching me all the firsts I had to give.

Epilogue

Daniel

“How are you hanging in there?”

“It’s…interesting and…” I shuddered. “I don’t know. I try not to think about it too much.”

Pulling my eyes away from Olivia mooning over Kent, I instead focused my gaze on Hanna.

“She’s a beautiful bride.”

“She really is, and as long as he keeps taking care of her, then he can live.”

She looked over to the happy couple dancing in the middle of the floor, Olivia’s fitted dress trailing behind her when Kent spun her in his arms. “I don’t think you have to worry about that.”

“I have better things to worry about,” I whispered in her ear.

“Oh, yeah?” She smiled, not looking my way.

I nibbled my way down her neck. “Yeah.”

“Like what?”

“Like what kind of panties you’re wearing under this dress.”

“That’s easy,” she said, finally turning, her lips inches from mine. “None.”

A growl worked its way up my throat, and I struggled to keep from tossing her over my shoulder and carrying her out. “Fuck, Hanna.”

“Calm down, Neanderthal. We still have dancing.”

“What about a quickie, and then we can come back for dancing?”

She laughed and slapped my shoulder, but didn’t say no. Just as I was about to grab her hand and make good on it, the song ended, and the DJ came through the speakers.

“All right, party people. Let’s get the wedding party out here to join the lucky bride and groom.”

“Come on, lover boy.” Hanna stood, tugging me behind her.

The slow violins of “At Last” by Etta James flowed through the speakers as I pulled Hanna in my arms, gripping her small waist. Her hands slid up my neck and into my hair. To our left is wereOaklyn and Callum. Across is wereCarina and Ian. Sitting at a table to our right is wereAlex and Erik, and Jake and Jackson.

Olivia and Kent’s families and business partners watch on with shining eyes, and I can’t help but look at my niece and best friend, beyond happy they found each other. Even if it did gross me out.

But it mattered less with the beautiful woman in my arms.

Love hit you when you least expected it, no matter how hard you fought it.

I was just a lucky enough bastard to find a woman who fought harder than my fears.

“This is another first for me,” I confessed.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yup. I’ve never been to a wedding with a date. Too serious.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re here with me,” she said, smiling, her emerald eyes shining under her dark lashes. She was exquisite in her champagne-colored dress. The soft silk brushed against my thighs, and my fingers played at the open back of the dress, her skin hot against my fingers.

“I love you,” I whispered against her lips.

“I love you, too.”

“I can’t wait to get you home tonight.”

“Maybe this time we can make it through the boxes and make it to the bed.”

“I’m not worried. I plan on having you in every inch of our apartment.”

Our apartment. Hearing it never got old.

We moved in last week. It’d been a quick move since it was still in my building, just a bigger apartment. And she’d been moving her stuff into my old apartment slowly over the last six months.

“Promises, promises.” She laughed, brushing her hips against my own.

“You’re playing with fire.”

“It’s okay. I like it hot. You want to know a secret?” she taunted.

“I don’t know. That smile is a little scary.”