Page 62 of Just My Type (The Boston Hearts #3)

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

NOAH

I look around Hannah’s apartment, trying to understand what I’m looking at. “What is happening right now? Where am I?”

On the surface, it’s a stupid question, but in reality, my brain can’t process what my eyes are seeing.

I know I’m in Hannah’s apartment, but it doesn’t look like Hannah’s apartment at all.

Her couch is still here, but the chairs that face it are the ones I bought three years ago when I decided to start living like an adult and less like a surgical resident who only spends, like, ten hours a week at home.

The six-seater round table that used to be in the dining room is gone, replaced by the dining room table that, until this minute, was in my dining room downstairs.

Family pictures that used to be in my living room are now hanging on Hannah’s wall, and looking past her to the kitchen, I see my mugs lined up in her glass-fronted cabinets.

I look back at Hannah, at her bright smile and her sparking green eyes, and what I see on her face has my heart galloping in my chest. I take a step towards her, linking my fingers with hers. “What’s going on, Gorgeous? ”

She shrugs casually, smile spreading. “You moved.”

“I what?”

“Okay,” she starts. She pushes me backwards gently, and when my knees hit the couch, I sit down, and she takes the seat next to mine.

“See, I’ve been doing some thinking, and it occurs to me that we might have skipped a very important step in the whole we got married , and act out my fantasies , and you’re my muse , and I feel forever about you . ”

“Did we?” I ask, loving whatever playful mood she’s got going on, even though I’m still not entirely sure what’s going on.

She nods, tucking her feet under her to face me on the couch, her eyes holding mine. “The one where I tell you I love you.”

Every single thought slips from my brain while Hannah’s words play over and over, my heart thudding against my ribs.

The words dance around us in the air, and her apartment is immediately brighter.

Warmer. The world is beautiful and the sky is lit up like the Fourth of July and every single color on earth is brighter and I am a different person than I was thirty seconds ago.

She loves me.

No single moment has ever been better than this one.

She must sense that I am entirely without words even though my brain is screaming I LOVE YOU TOO , because she grins at me and keeps talking.

“I love you, Noah. You are the best person I have ever known. You helped me find my words when I was missing them and gave me more fun over the last few months than I’ve had in years.

You’ve stood by me and with me and you haven’t ever asked me to be anyone other than who I am.

You make me feel safe and steady and braver than I have ever been in my life.

You are joy and laughter and light, and I never want to live a single day without you, ever again. ”

Hannah splays her left hand out between us, and her wedding band circles her ring finger. My stomach swoops as she tucks a finger under my chin, bringing my gaze back to hers. “I don’t just feel forever about you, Noah. You are my forever.”

“Hannah,” I manage, my throat clogged with emotion and tears burning my eyes.

Cupping her face in my hands, I lay my lips on hers in a kiss that’s soft and sweet and tastes like forever.

Then it’s not soft or sweet as I pour everything I feel for her into it.

I tilt her head back and lick along her lips, diving inside when she opens for me to sweep my tongue against hers.

She tastes like candy and sweetness and something that is quintessentially Hannah.

Mine .

Possession roars inside me, but I force myself to slow down. To break the kiss and rest my forehead against hers, thumbs stroking her cheeks so I can give her part of me too.

“I love you too,” I whisper, feeling everything inside me take flight at finally letting the words free.

“I love you,” I say again, louder, leaning back so I can see all of her.

The eyes I love so much are clear and full of happiness as she watches me.

Waits. And then, exactly on brand for me, the words come so fast they practically trip over themselves in a race to get out of my mouth.

“I’m pretty sure I fell face first in love with you the day we woke up in Vegas and you looked at me like you wanted to tear my balls off and told me to be so fucking for real while you were holding your dress to your chest with one hand so it wouldn’t fall straight to the floor.

Every moment we’ve spent together since has been the best moment of my life because I’ve spent it with you.

I love being your licorice supplier and biting the ends off your Twizzlers so you can use them as a straw, and sitting on the roof with you, and doing things at midnight because we both know it’s the best time of day.

I love that I get to be your muse and witness your absolute brilliance as you tell your stories because writing is the thing that you were absolutely meant to do, and I love that I get to watch you do it and have your beautiful words all over my shelves.

I love that we got married, even if it happened by accident, and I hope that the ring on your finger right now means you want to stay that way because I sure do.

I want to tell everyone in the whole entire world that you’re my wife and I’m your husband because I love those words and I love being married to you and I just love you. ”

I dig into the pocket of my shorts and pull out my own wedding band, holding Hannah’s gaze as I slide it onto my finger, taking her left hand in mine. “I love you, Hannah. Always. Just the way you are. You are exactly, perfectly, mine.”

A tear slides down Hannah’s cheek and I reach out, catching it with my thumb and wiping it away a split second before she launches herself at me.

With a watery laugh, Hannah straddles me, wrapping her arms around my neck and holding on tight.

I wind my arms around her waist and bury my face in her hair and breathe her in, feeling everything inside of me settle.

The most perfect moment of all.

“So, are you going to tell me why my stuff is in your apartment?” I ask, my voice muffled against her neck.

“Oh!” she exclaims, laughing as she pulls back. She tries to slide off my lap, but I grip her hips to keep her there, unwilling to let her get too far away. “It’s my grand gesture.”

“Moving my shit to your apartment is your grand gesture?”

She grins and leans in, kissing me. “Sure is. It occurred to me the other day that I never really filled you in on my future plans.”

“Oh?” I ask, grinning back at her, her happiness contagious. “Do tell, Gorgeous.”

“My plans are to stay here. In Boston. Boston has been home for me since the second I showed up at your parents’ house last winter—it just took me a little time to figure it out.

I love it here. In this city but also here in this brownstone with my sister and Amelia and your brothers.

With your parents dropping in and Cece right next door.

With all the craziness of family dinners and unlocked doors and movie nights and family.

And with you. I don’t want to be anywhere you aren’t.

Basically, it means separate apartments are out of the question.

So, I bribed your brothers to get you out of the house today, and Amelia and Jo helped me move your stuff in here. You live here now.”

I grin at her and lean back on the cushions, stretching my arms across the back of the couch, so happy I could die. “I don’t know, Han, I kind of like my apartment.”

She grins right back. “I mean, it’s more of a symbolic kind of thing.

If you want to live down there, then I’ll move all my stuff right now.

I just want to be with you. I don’t care where.

But if you do want to live here, I’m turning the spare room into a library just like yours downstairs because now that I’ve seen your dark green floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, I don’t think I can live without them. ”

I wrap my arms back around her waist and tug so she’s sprawled over my still shirtless torso, and then I plant a kiss on her forehead. “We’re putting a desk in there too.”

“For you?” Hannah asks.

“No,” I laugh. “I’m a surgeon. I don’t need a desk. For you, Hannah. We’ll build an even better library up here with a desk for you to write your books and a couch for us to lay on at night while you read them to me.” I give her a salacious wink, and she collapses against me, giggling.

“So, you’re really okay moving up here? It occurred to me after we lugged your dining room table up the flight of stairs that maybe I should have asked first.” She shrugs. “Bad timing, I know.”

“Fuck yeah, I’m okay with it. I love you, Hannah.

Like, capital L Love you, today and for the rest of my life.

I don’t care where I live, as long as I get to live with you.

Your apartment is closer to the roof, and also, this is the place where you found your words again and, I think, found yourself.

This is your place, Gorgeous, and my place is wherever you are. ”

“Fuck, I love you,” Hannah murmurs, her eyes glazed with emotion. “I didn’t know it could feel like this. I’ve written love so many times, but it turns out I didn’t know a single thing about it until I met you. ”

I frame her face with my hands, kissing her, a little thrill running through me, knowing that I get to kiss her whenever I want for the rest of my life.

“Think of how good all your love scenes will be now that you have the hottest muse on the planet who loves you more than anyone has ever loved anyone in the history of the world.”

“In the history of the world, huh?” Hannah asks, smirking at me.

“In the history of the cosmos? The galaxy? I’m not sure. What’s the oldest thing? I love you more than anyone has ever loved anyone in the history of that.”

“That’s a whole lot of love,” Hannah says, grinning at me.

“Bet you ass, Gorgeous.” I slide my hands down and cup her ass. “I think I better show you exactly how much, right here and right now.”

Hannah looks up at me, glint in her eye as she slides down my body and off the couch onto her knees, curling her fingers into the waistband of my shorts and tugging until my cock springs out. “I think maybe I should show you first.”

“Fuck me,” I mutter, as Hannah traces a finger over me, collecting the bead of precum already pooling at my slit.

With her eyes on mine, she sucks her finger into her mouth and releases it with a pop.

Then, in a single motion, she reaches down and pulls her dress over her head and when I see she’s not wearing a bra, I practically have to clench my ass cheeks together to keep from coming on the spot.

“Jesus Christ, Hannah. You are stunning. I need my mouth on those perfect tits right now.”

Hannah leans down and licks a hot stripe up my cock, swirling her tongue around the head before sitting back up and giving me a coy look.

“I know patience isn’t really your strong suit, but you’re going to be a good husband and sit there while I suck your cock until you come down my throat.

Then you can taste my tits—and any other part of me you want. ”

“Oh, my god,” I mumble, as Hannah gives me a brilliant smile, so at odds with her filthy words, that I’m still trying to work it all out when she bends and takes me straight into her mouth.

Then, I’m not thinking of anything at all.

“Holy shit, Hannah,” I gasp, one of my hands fisting the couch cushion and the other diving into her hair, grasping her ponytail for dear life as she takes me into her throat until she gags around me.

Tightening my hand on her hair, I guide her up and down on me, groaning every time I hit the back of her throat.

Her mouth is wet and hot, and pleasure gathers at the base of my spine as she sucks me down.

It takes every single ounce of control I have not to thrust my hips up.

Hannah hums and rubs her thighs together, and the idea that she’s getting off on having my dick down her throat has a desperate noise falling from my own.

“You’re a fucking dream on your knees for me, baby,” I rasp out, as she glides her tongue along the underside of my cock.

When she tongues the sensitive groove underneath my head, my hips jerk up from the couch before I can stop them.

I make a move to lift my hand from her hair, but Hannah just moans around me, covering my hand with hers and squeezing.

I get the message immediately, pleasure arrowing through me.

“You like that, Gorgeous? You want me to fuck your throat?”

Hannah slides off of me, lifting her head, and the sight of her, bare tits, flushed face, swollen lips, and tears pooling in her eyes, is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. “That’s exactly what I want. I like it when you lose control a little. So do that, Noah. Lose control with me.”

As if I have a choice. Hannah takes me into her mouth, sucking my head and flicking her tongue into my slit before she bobs down and then back up, holding herself there with the head of my cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue around me.

Waiting.

Wrapping her ponytail around my hand, I hold tight, rolling my hips up from the couch until I slide back into her throat.

It feels so fucking good that I do exactly what she asked me to.

With my hand in her hair, I thrust my hips up wildly, losing my fucking mind when Hannah swallows around me and drops her hand between my legs, tugging lightly on my balls and rolling them with her fingers as she sucks me down.

“Oh, my god,” I mutter, my hips snapping up, fucking her face with abandon, heat flooding my body as I climb closer and closer to the edge.

“I’m so close, Hannah. Fuck ,” I grit out.

And when she grips my hip with one hand and slides the other one behind my balls, tapping some spot with her fingers that has me seeing stars, I know it’s over for me.

“I’m coming, Gorgeous,” I rasp. “Be a good wife and swallow. Every drop, baby.”

Two more sharp thrusts and I’m gone. Pleasure explodes in my brain as I come on a growl, spilling down her throat as my heart thunders in my ears and my breath wheezes out of my lungs.

The second I’m finished, I drag Hannah up, wrapping my arms around her and sealing my mouth over hers.

Licking into her mouth, I taste the remnants of my release on her tongue, and even though I just came, my cock jerks, like it’s already ready for more.

I know I am.