If Sweet Filthy Boy wins the next round, we are writing another Will\/Hanna outtake (“The Living Situation Negotiation”) and will also immediately post THE ENTIRE FIRST CHAPTER OF BEAUTIFUL SECRET<\/a> here on our site! Ahh!! Niall & Ruby!! So please vote because we love writing these little extras for you as thanks. Honestly, we just adore you all!<\/p>\n Without further ado, here is the Thank you #1 for the DABWAHA love: How Jensen Found Out. We hope you love it!<\/p>\n *~*~*~*~*<\/p>\n [Takes place after Chapter 20 in Beautiful Player, and before the Epilogue]<\/em><\/p>\n Hopefully, in every man\u2019s life there are moments when he feels like the luckiest fucking guy on the planet. To be fair, my life seemed full of them since meeting Hanna, but when I let myself into her apartment after the workday from hell, and saw her in front of the bedroom mirror wearing a stunning silk dress, I had to take a few deep breaths.<\/p>\n I watched as she examined her reflection, turning one direction and then another before meeting my eyes over her shoulder.<\/p>\n \u201cHey Gisele, what\u2019s up with the fancy?\u201d I asked, dropping my briefcase at my feet.<\/p>\n Hanna gave me a cheeky grin. \u201cI was cleaning out the closet.\u201d<\/p>\n I looked her up and down, grinning. \u201cI can see that.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThis was hanging way in the back, and I wanted to see if it still fit.\u201d<\/p>\n I followed her when she turned and walked down the hall toward the kitchen, getting an eyeful of the perfect curve of her waist in the silk. \u201cI\u2019m going to vote yes. Particularly in the back.\u201d<\/p>\n She stretched her arms to her sides and looked down. The dress was dark pink, more fitted on top and with a billowing skirt that seemed to be made of hundreds of petals. It was eye-catching\u2014and beautiful\u2014though it certainly didn\u2019t look like anything my sweet, casual Hanna would ever pull off the rack.<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s a little big,\u201d she said, turning to face me with her chin tucked into her chest as she looked down. \u201cEspecially in the boobs.\u201d<\/p>\n Now that she mentioned it, it was oddly roomy across the front, and it only took me a single, stuttering breath to figure out why.<\/p>\n \u201cOh, you had this before the tragedy.\u201d I bowed my head.<\/p>\n She looked up at me, fighting a smile. \u201cThe reduction was one of the best decisions I ever made. I don\u2019t miss them at all. You didn’t even know my boobs then anyway.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou know how I feel about breasts, Plum. Why must you continue to mock my religious affiliation?\u201d<\/p>\n Hanna laughed as she picked up a box of photographs she must have found while cleaning, and set them on the counter.<\/p>\n \u201cI think you still love them now,\u201d she said, cheeks pink. Two weeks of nearly steady flirting and fucking after our big reconciliation and I could still make her blush? Fuck yes.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cI worship them,\u201d I said reverently. \u201cI miss them when I go to work. If you\u2019d let me text with them during the day I\u2019d need to increase my data plan.\u201d<\/p>\n Hanna rolled her eyes and I stepped behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist.<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s been ten hours since I\u2019ve seen them,\u201d I told her, brushing her hair over her shoulder and pressing kisses to her skin.<\/p>\n \u201cTen whole<\/em> hours?\u201d<\/p>\n I nodded, fingers running along the neckline of her dress.<\/p>\n \u201cDo you want me to take this off so you can be reunited?\u201d she whispered, and I shook my head.<\/p>\n Sliding my hands forward to cup breasts through her gown, I asked, \u201cYou think I\u2019m going to pass up the chance to fuck you in your prom dress? You don\u2019t know me very well.\u201d<\/p>\n She laughed, head thrown back against my shoulder. I bent, sucking at the soft skin where neck met collarbone.<\/p>\n With one hand on the back of her neck and the other on her waist, I bent her over the counter. \u201cWe haven\u2019t done it here yet,\u201d I told her. \u201cI haven\u2019t had you in the kitchen.\u201d<\/p>\n She watched me over her shoulder, bottom lip tucked between her teeth as I pushed layer after layer of feathery material up and over her hips. \u201cI find that hard to believe,\u201d she said. \u201cThough I\u2019ll admit the last two weeks are a little fuzzy.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ve had you in my<\/em> kitchen,\u201d I told her, kneeling behind her. \u201cBut the light is different here. The counter is a little lower. The ceilings are higher. I bet it will feel completely different.\u201d<\/p>\n Her skin was creamy against the vibrant color of the dress. Her long, strong legs shifted apart as I kissed my way from the soft backs of her knees to an ass so gorgeous I wanted to sink my teeth into it. She had on one of my favorite pairs of panties and I held my breath as I slipped them down her hips, and watched them become a pink satin puddle on the floor.<\/p>\n I slid one fingertip across her clit, my eyes closing at the way she pushed back into my hand, moaning quietly. Carefully biting my way up the back of her legs, I asked, \u201cWho took you to prom?\u201d<\/p>\n She stuttered out a few sounds before managing, \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cProm,\u201d I whispered, kissing her thigh. \u201cWho was your date?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh.\u201d Her answer came out strained: \u201cUm . . . Robbie Meyers?\u201d<\/p>\n Her hamstrings were tight under my fingers, skin smooth and firm. I\u2019d had a long day at work and thoughts of coming home and being with Hanna were what kept me from losing my temper in several meetings. I was going to fuck her until she couldn’t stand, but I was going to take my time. \u201cTell me about ol’ Robbie.\u201d<\/p>\n She giggled, pushing back into my hands. \u201cHe was president of the chess club.\u201d<\/p>\n Growling, I asked, \u201cDid you touch his bishop?\u201d<\/p>\n Hanna laughed again, snorting and making herself laugh even harder. \u201cNo<\/em>. He kissed like a cow.\u201d<\/p>\n I smiled into the skin of her thigh, just below the soft curve of her ass. \u201cPoor Robby.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cPoor me<\/em>. He basically licked my entire face.\u201d<\/p>\n I licked the curve of her ass, murmuring, \u201cI thought you liked tongues.\u201d<\/p>\n She moaned, legs shifting wider apart, inviting. \u201cI like yours.\u201d<\/p>\n Humming, I asked, \u201cWhere would you like it most?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThere,\u201d she whispered as I bit and licked, pushing her legs apart to kiss her pussy. \u201cAnd there<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n Words fell away as I ducked down, kissing her in earnest, sucking where she was wet and sweet until she grew impatient, bending farther over, gripping the counter.<\/p>\n I already knew each of her tells so well, even when she was standing, facing away from me: the rhythm of her hips, how she would lift onto her tiptoes when she was close, her little gasping, preparatory breaths.<\/p>\n Her sounds started little and grew until they filled the room, sharp and hoarse, nonsense interspersed with my name. Against my lips I could feel the soft spasms of her orgasm and I kissed and kissed and kissed her, growing somehow more patient for my own orgasm and more urgent for another one of hers. It was like something out of sensual porn videos from websites similar to porn7.xxx (https:\/\/www.porn7.xxx\/<\/a>)<\/p>\n \u201cYou taste like honey.\u201d I licked her thighs, squeezing her ass in my hands. \u201cYou’ll always fucking taste like honey to me. I want to live with the taste of your pussy on my\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n The front door slammed shut, and shoes came to a scratching stop on the wood floor.<\/p>\n Bolting upright, Hanna madly shoved her dress down.<\/p>\n \u201cJensen!\u201d<\/p>\n It took my brain a full two seconds to process what the fuck she’d just said.<\/p>\n Oh. Oh shit. <\/em><\/p>\n The apartment was owned by Hanna’s parents. Of course Jensen had a set of keys. I heard Hanna’s oldest brother and my college roommate start to speak and then stop before he finally managed, \u201cWhy are you wearing your prom<\/em> dress?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhy are you just letting yourself into the apartment where I live?\u201d she fired back, her voice high with panic.<\/p>\n He couldn\u2019t see me behind the counter, but I knew without much calculation that it wouldn\u2019t be easy to stay hidden; I had no idea why he was here or how long he would stay.<\/p>\n Time to face the music.<\/em><\/p>\n I coughed, standing up behind her.<\/p>\n Jerking her thumb back at me, Hanna explained, \u201cWill was just fixing the sink.\u201d<\/p>\n Jensen stared at us, bewildered. \u201cWhat<\/em>?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cJensen\u2014\u201d I began.<\/p>\n But Hanna cut me off. \u201cI was . . . cleaning.\u201d She looked around her, searching for the rest of her story to form. \u201cAnd I found this dress.\u201d<\/p>\n I knew this day was inevitable\u2014the day when Jensen would find out about us\u2014and although I\u2019d imagined it happening with a bit more intent on our side, this was too good. And with Hanna, I knew it was only going to get better. And by better, I mean so much worse.<\/p>\n I leaned back against the stove, letting her get it all out.<\/p>\n \u201cI found it in the second bedroom closet,\u201d she babbled, \u201cand put it on, and came to get a snack but when I peeled some carrots I tried to use the garbage disposal but it was stuck and so I called Will\u2014because he’s super handy and also close, only seven blocks away\u2014and he came over.\u201d She turned to look over her shoulder at me with a manic smile on her face. \u201cThanks, Will!\u201d<\/p>\n I saluted her and made the mistake of reaching up and wiping my mouth. Jensen\u2019s eyes widened in horror.<\/p>\n He jerked his gaze back to Hanna as she kept talking: \u201cAnd that’s why he was on his knees behind the counter and I am still in my prom dress.\u201d<\/p>\n Silence bounced around the room, and Jensen slowly turned his eyes to me.<\/p>\n I smiled warily in acknowledgment. \u201cHey.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYeah,\u201d he said, rubbing a finger along his jaw. \u201cWill, I’m going to need know how long you’ve been sleeping with my sister.\u201d<\/p>\n I said, \u201cA few weeks,\u201d right when Hanna blurted, \u201cWhat? That’s crazy, we aren’t<\/em>!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n I blinked over to her, and felt my brows go up. \u201dHanna,\u201d I whispered, fighting a laugh. \u201cGive it up.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOkay, fine. A few weeks,\u201d she mumbled, grinning.<\/p>\n \u201cSince Easter<\/em>?\u201d he asked, incredulously.<\/p>\n We both nodded.<\/p>\n Hanna winced, giving a tiny shrug. \u201cBefore, actually.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWell that certainly explains the demise of ceramic Jesus. It looked like you were shoving it down her shirt.\u201d<\/p>\n I groaned. I would never live that one down.<\/p>\n \u201cBut we’ve been in love longer than that,\u201d Hanna said quietly.<\/p>\n This threw Jensen. I could tell in the way his chest jerked back like he’d been shoved.<\/p>\n \u201cYou’re in love<\/em> with Will<\/em>?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHe’s in love with me, too\u201d Hanna added with a tiny edge to her voice.<\/p>\n I nodded. \u201cCompletely.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI lived with you for years,\u201d he said to me, shaking his head. \u201cHow do you think I\u2019m going to feel about you and my baby sister?\u201d<\/p>\n I studied him, choosing my words carefully. I knew Jensen better than almost anyone. If he didn’t have a fist planted in my face, he was already okay with it.<\/p>\n He probably also knew that it didn’t matter if it was okay with him or not; Hanna loved me.<\/p>\n \u201cWe\u2019re together, Jens,\u201d I told him quietly. \u201cI love her.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBesides, if anyone was stupid about it,\u201d Hanna said, \u201cit was me.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWell, yeah,\u201d I said to her with a grin and a growl. \u201cBut it’s all good now.\u201d<\/p>\n Jensen looked to her, then back to me as we each spoke, his eyes moving between us like he was watching the slowest tennis match in the history of time.<\/p>\n I moved to the fridge, grabbing two beers, sensing a growing need for them. Jensen watched me open the bottles, slide one across the counter toward him, and then get a glass of ice water for Hanna. Without thinking, I kissed her temple when I handed it to her.<\/p>\n Without apparent thought either, she hummed, eyes closing as she leaned into me.<\/p>\n \u201cHoly shit,\u201d he said finally, stepping up across the breakfast bar and sitting down. \u201cI have no idea how I didn’t see this coming.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI didn’t really think you would find out this way,\u201d Hanna said, before taking a sip of her water. \u201cBut to be fair, you did sort of suggest I hang out with Will more.\u201d<\/p>\n Jensen held up his hand. \u201cI don’t want to think about that. Ever again.\u201d He looked at her, horrified. \u201cAnd I know Will was not fixing the fucking sink. God, Hanna, go change out of that prom dress.\u201d<\/p>\n She snorted. \u201cNo, you bossy jerk.\u201d<\/p>\n He shook his head at her, taking a long drink of his beer.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m going to wear this all night,\u201d she said, turning toward the hallway. \u201cIn fact, I\u2019m putting on some shoes and then my brother and my boyfriend are taking me to dinner.\u201d<\/p>\n We watched her disappear down the hall. Silence ticked in the kitchen, and without Hanna\u2019s bubbly energy in the room, we both fidgeted with our bottles, not sure how to proceed.<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s good,\u201d I reassured him quietly. \u201cShe\u2019s it for me.\u201d<\/p>\n Jensen nodded, picking at his beer label before looking up at me with a slow-growing grin. \u201cHow much do you want to bet she comes back wearing running shoes under that dress?\u201d<\/p>\n I didn\u2019t want the moment to get too heavy with sentiment, but felt a rush of gratitude so acute it left me struggling to respond for a few breaths. My best friend from college was going to be family.<\/p>\n I smiled, and it turned into the laugh when I heard the soft squeak of Hanna\u2019s sneakers on the wood floor. \u201cI wouldn\u2019t ever take that bet.\u201d<\/p>\n ~*~*~*~*~*~*~<\/p>\n Aww Will!<\/p>\n So much more to come from these two, so make sure to VOTE FOR ANSEL! <\/a>We love you guys!<\/p>\n Hi everyone! 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