Only after they had both come down did Dylan roll off her, keeping her close in his arms. There was no place she'd rather have been in that moment as they both caught their breath.
Dylan spoke first. "Holy shit."
Hannah giggled. "You can say that again."
"Holy shit."
She could feel his warm cum spilling out onto her thigh and knew they'd be making a mess of the sheets. Her fingers stroked his taut nipple as she teased him. "So, how long until you can go again?"
"I see how this is gonna go. You're trying to kill me."
"Not at all. I'm just trying to help you get a workout in."
Hannah
Several hours, multiple orgasms, and one long shower later, Hannah and Dylan emerged from their bedroom. Now that the danger was over, Derek and Rachel had returned to their own home. The couple were just in time to join Rosa, Connor, Lukus and Tiffany on an outing to Dylan's brother's house for Sunday brunch. Hannah was freakishly nervous. She'd only found out thirty minutes before that Dylan's parents would be there, too.
Tiffany greeted them first. "Hey, it's good to see that the outfit I bought for you fits."
Tiffany had graciously spent several hours the day before shopping for clothes and staples that Hannah needed, since she had nothing with her. She'd felt guilty about it until Tiffany had informed her that she'd been held hostage in the loft for the whole week before, and had been going stir crazy.
Feeling grateful, she reassured Tiff, "Are you kidding me? You have great taste, and the clothes all fit great. I can't thank you enough. Just let me know how much I owe you."
Hannah didn't miss the quick glance that passed between Tiffany and Dylan. "Oh, don't worry about it. It's already taken care of," Tiff said.
Hannah shook her head when Dylan grinned at her.
Connor had a meltdown when it was time to leave. It seemed as though Lukus's loft was a kid's heaven; with a gym full of balls, a movie theater with popcorn, and all kinds of video games. Tiffany had luckily thought to pick up some age-appropriate movies and games the day before.
Mama Rosa stepped in. "I'm going to stay here, anyway. Why don't you leave Connor with me? It's too hard to get around with my wheelchair. You all go have fun."
Hannah was uneasy. She'd basically slept one whole day away already, and didn't want to be away from Connor again. Dylan stepped up behind her, whispering in her ear. "Don't feel guilty."
"How did you know?"
"Lucky guess. Come on, let's go."
Hannah and Dylan squished themselves into the small back seat of Lukus's BMW. Memories of the harrowing drive from the airport to the loft just days before returned. This time, Lukus managed to drive the speed limit—mostly. And Dylan was determined to distract Hannah by inching his wandering hand up her inner thigh until she had to swat him away, afraid they'd be caught by the occupants of the front seat.
Ten minutes later they pulled up in front of a modest two-story home in a quiet neighborhood. Having met Derek, Hannah had expected the hulking man to live in the city. In fact, he'd surprised her in many ways. She'd watched with fascination as he'd cared for his wife the night Jake was killed. She had to have been in shock at the time because it seemed like he had been treating her more like a child than as an adult.
That thought was still fresh when they arrived at the front door only to have it swing open and be greeted by a child-like Rachel. She was dressed in an adorable pair of bibbed jean shorts. Her hair was pulled up in high pigtails with pink ribbons.
"Yippee! You're all here! Come on in. We can start the party," she welcomed.
Rachel took the time to hug each of them as they entered before ushering them through the small dining room into the large kitchen, which was full of people. Hannah hung back, feeling like a fifth wheel as a woman who had to be Dylan and Derek's mother rushed to hug her son, lecturing him on how much weight he'd lost and how worried she'd been about him. Her balding husband rolled his eyes behind her good-naturedly.
"Mom, Dad, I want to introduce you to someone important." Dylan had extracted himself from his mother's hug long enough to return to Hannah's side. "I want you to meet Hannah Martine. Hannah, these are my parents, David and Diana."
Hannah reached out to shake Diana's hand, only to be pulled into a great big bear hug. "It's so nice to meet you, Hannah. Derek told us how much danger you were in out in California. I'm so happy you're okay."
Dylan's mom released her just enough to pull back, apparently so she could inspect the woman who'd arrived with her youngest son. Hannah felt like she was under a microscope, and in that moment, she realized just how little she and Dylan really knew about each other. She panicked that she'd gotten ahead of herself in hoping for a future with the man who stepped up to wrap his arm around her waist.
She stumbled through her answer. "I'm fine, thanks to your sons. They saved me."
Pride filled Mrs. Parker's eyes. "Of course they did. They're such good boys."
"Ma. We're not boys." Derek had returned, carrying what looked like bags of Chinese carryout.
The portly woman glanced at her oldest son with love. "I keep telling you; you'll always be boys to me. Maybe you'll understand better after Rachel has the baby."
Rachel's jovial smile dimmed. The soon-to-be-mother turned somber. Hannah watched her closely as Rachel self-consciously stroked her belly, where her unborn child was growing inside her. Hannah recognized the look on her face as the one she'd seen on Holly's while she'd been pregnant with Connor. It was the look of uncertainty of her
