The Wright One

JUSTIN

Everyone is so happy to have Caden and Hannah in our family. Dinner was just as pleasant as always. I love how it seems that our family is really growing. That’s what we all feel like around this table, family.

After dinner, I take Caden and Hannah up to my old room. I show him all the trophies that I got from football and watch his eyes light up. “Do you think I could play like you Dad?”

“Yeah, if that is what you want to do. Your mom and I have been talking about it and we would like to sign you up for junior leagues. But you get to pick the sport. Someone thought you might want to try soccer to be on the same team as Brodie.”

Caden shrugs. “I like Brodie, but I don’t really like soccer. It’s ok. I could try it I guess.”

“Well, you need to pick what you want to try. You are going to make lots of friends. And just because you aren’t on the same team as Brodie doesn’t mean that you won’t still be friends. Some of my best friends were on other teams. You guys are going to be in the same school. Maybe even the same class. I am sure you will see lots of each other.”Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Caden nods. “Can I try soccer and see if I like it? Do they let you do that?”

“I’ll talk to the coach. We will see what we can work out.” I do happen to know the coach. When I was looking into the leagues I checked to see who was in charge. I wouldn’t call him my buddy, but we knew each other. Plus the Wright name holds a little bit of pull in this town.

My brothers come charging into the room. “Caden, ready for the most epic game of your life?” Luke jokes as he throws Caden over his shoulder.

Caden just cheers. “Yeah.”

All my brothers drag my boy out of the room. David turns back over. “Hey, you coming?”

“I’ll be there in a minute. Start without me.”

David just nods and leaves us alone. Even closing the door behind himself.

I turn to Hannah. “Was that ok?”

She looks confused. “Was what ok?”

“About soccer, I just realized that we didn’t exactly ask you.” I answer.

She blinks and gasps as if she suddenly realized what I was talking about. “Oh, yeah, that’s fine.” She blushes a little and I have a feeling I know what she was thinking about.

I inch a little closer to her. “You know, the last time you and I were alone in this room, we made Caden.”

As a reflex she looks over at the bed. “Um, Yeah. Maybe I should go check on him.” She tries to step around me but I grab her arm and pull her back to my body, her chest meeting mine. “Justin.” She sounds like she is out of breath, but I know that isn’t the case.

“I regret that Monday every day of my life. Even before you came back to me.” I comb my fingers through her hair. Pushing pins out and letting her hair fall. “I felt like my heart was ripped out when you walked away. I was always hoping that you would come back, but you didn’t.”

“What are you doing?”

I lean in and kiss her lips. I don’t care that my entire family is downstairs. All I care about is letting Hannah know how I feel. I can’t pretend anymore. Not with that guy hovering around trying to take her from me. I need Hannah, more than she can even realize. Her lips ignite a fire inside me. I can’t stop. I want her. I need her. I pull her closer, letting my tongue dance with hers. We both moan as my hand grips her ass, pulling her even closer.

I don’t even feel like I can control my body as I push her towards the bed. All I can think about is how I need her and I want her. I want her now. Her knees buckle once they hit the mattress and she falls back on it. I lay my body over hers, but only for a moment before I remember that the door isn’t locked and we are in a house full of people. “I’m going to lock the door.”

That must have felt like a cold shower to her, because she gasped and stood up. “I have to go.”

I try to pull her back into my arms. “Hannah.”

“No, this is a mistake. We can’t do this.” She pushes me away.

“Hannah, baby, this isn’t a mistake.”

“Yes, it is.” She pushes away from me and dashes towards the door. I was the one in sports but she took off like she was at the starting line of a race.

I plop down on the bed. “Fuck.” I think I might have rushed things.