I ask, “What’s on your mind?”
She laughs nervously, “Oh, um, nothing.”
“You’re pretty when you lie, Harlow,” I smirk and go back to the waffle iron. “Must get you out of a lot of trouble.”
She laughs. “I guess so, although I’ve never really been in trouble.”
“I knew it! You’re such a good girl, sweetcakes.”
She clears her throat and I notice she has a flush on her chest again. She likes hearing me use endearments, so I’ll have to do it more often. But Harlow doesn’t tell me what’s up. Instead, she asks, “So, where did you learn to make waffles? Was your mom much of a cook?”
I shake my head.
“Not really. I did a lot of the cooking when I was a kid because my mom was a single mom. Meredith worked all the time, and she would come home hungry, so I always tried to make sure she had a hot meal when she stepped in the door.”
She smiles softly. “That’s so sweet.”
“Well, it was just the two of us for a really long time, so we had to watch out for each other.”
“Are you still close?”
I shook my head. “My mom passed on, around fifteen years ago.”
She cocks her head.
“I think I remember, but my dad didn’t say much. What happened?”
I grimace.
“Yeah, it’s kind of a sad story, so I’m not surprised Brent didn’t tell you. It was a car accident. It happened in an instant.”
She looks down at her hands.
“I’m so sorry to bring up these sad memories, Gray.”
“Well,” I say, beginning to plate the waffles, “you didn’t know. I’m okay to talk about it, too. Hell, at least it was fast.”
She nods, “I guess so.”
“One thing I learned though is that you can’t put off the things you want to do. If you see something you want, then you have to go for it. You never know when you might get another chance.”
She swallows hard. “That’s true.”
“Whipped cream, sweetheart?” I ask, brandishing the can.
“If you want…”
I grin because now, Harlow definitely has sex on her mind. We had some fun with ice cream, sprinkles and whipped cream about a month ago, and it’s one of my sweetest memories to date.
“Honey, get your mind out of the gutter. Whipped cream for your waffles?”
Her face lights pink again. “Oh. That. Sure.”
I tease her again “Why, what did you think I meant?”
“I don’t know about you, but I was talking about my waffles,” she says innocently. “Why, what did you mean?”
I merely chuckle and lean over to drop a kiss on her nose.
“You’re a very pretty liar, sweetheart. But trust me, I know all your tricks.”
She merely sticks her tongue out at me, and then digs into her breakfast. I watch, satisfied. How did I get so lucky? I have a curvy girl that’s playful, fun, intelligent, and also filthy in bed. I’d love to keep her, but will she be mine?
10
Harlow
* * *
As we chat over waffles, I realize I’m in so much trouble. I am undeniably falling for Gray Jamison and when it hits me, I feel like I’m drowning under ocean waves. I try to tell myself it’s only a fling, but my heart knows better. This is the real thing.
But I won’t put that onto him. It’s real for me, but I know I’m just a plaything to Gray Jamison. It’s good. It’s fine. Besides, I can’t ever tell him how I feel because he’ll dump me on the spot. If I can keep my feelings to myself, then maybe this torrid fantasy will last a little longer and I’ll have the memories to keep me warm.
As the afternoon grows long, I sigh.
“I really do have to get out of here. As much as I love hanging out, I can’t stay forever. Besides, I think Brent flies in from his latest trip tonight.”
“Sure, honey,” Gray says. “It’ll be good for your dad to get back because Brent’s been gone most of the summer. I never see him in the office.”
I nod.
“Yeah, he’s still busy visiting Kombuchaid factories, which is why I’ve been able to spend so much time here. He’s been home a few times, and those were the weekends when I couldn’t hang out with you. I’d have Jane over to spend the night, and it was just like we were little girls again. Although Jane has been acting weird lately.”
Gray raises an eyebrow at me.
“About us?”
My forehead wrinkles.
“No, not at all. In fact, I think she really supports the idea of you and me. It’s just that whenever my dad was around, she’d giggle and grow red. It’s the weirdest thing. I mean, Jane’s known my dad almost as long as I’ve known you. Now why would she act like that?”
Gray merely smirks, and doesn’t answer. “I’ll walk you out.”
He follows me to his front door and it’s almost dark now. Gray pulls me close and whispers, “See you Monday,” before he kisses me hard. His scruff rubs my face raw and I hope I go home with beard burn. I want a memento of him to take with me, to let me know it wasn’t all just some fever dream.
A few more weeks of sheer pleasure pass, and then one day, I’m sitting at the dinner table with my dad. He picks up his silverware and looks at me.
“How’s the internship going? Are you enjoying your time at Kombuchaid?”
Brent has no idea what a loaded question that is. I blush at the thought of how it’s really going and say, “Fine. How are the company’s factories?”
Brent’s grilled steaks for a nice dinner together. I think my dad’s missed me, and I’ve missed him too. But when he’s in town, Gray and I have to sneak around, which is a big let-down. These days, I need to see my man otherwise I don’t feel complete. But my dad has no idea, of course.
Brent nods and forks another bite of steak into his mouth.
“It’s good. We’re working out some supply-chain issues, but it’s coming along. I’m sorry I haven’t been around much lately. Visiting distributors and factories around the country has eaten up my whole damn summer. I had hoped to be here for your internship, but that’s why I asked Gray to check in on you. We usually divide the workload and I like travelling for business, so I thought he’d be perfect to keep an eye on you since he’s known you for so long. He’s usually a very hands-on manager too, so that’s good.”
I choke on my steak when Brent uses the term “hands-on.” I chug my water and croak out, “I’m fine, I’m fine, thanks.”
“Wrong pipe?”
“Something like that.”
My dad nods and take another bite of his steak.
“So what’s Gray got you doing? Which projects are you working on?”
I do everything in my power not to say, “Blowjobs in the copy room.” Instead, I smile and say, “Oh, come on, Dad, you know the glamorous life of an intern. Nothing important.”
Brent laughs, but then a touch of concern comes into his voice. “Is he riding you too hard? Gray isn’t exactly known for being a slacker.”
I almost choke again and take a quick sip of my water to buy time.
“No, no, work is fine, Dad. Besides, my internship will be over soon and I’ll be going back to school. It’s nothing to worry about.”
Brent smiles and nods.
“Good. I’m glad, sweetheart. I know I should have spent more time at home this summer, but I’m happy to hear it’s all worked out. Anything else to report?”
I realize he’s trying to connect with me, and I think I should let him in, even if I’m feeding him little white lies. “I’m doing great, I swear. I’m just doing office stuff, like filing and some data entry. Soon, I’ll be back in class, and it’ll be hectic, but I’ll figure it out. Thank you for worrying about me.”
He nods and goes back to his steak. “So, have you heard from Edward lately?”
I squint.
“Who?”
“That guy you were seeing.”
I ask, “You
mean Everly?”
He makes a little bit of a face and apologizes. “Yeah, sorry. That guy.”
I sigh.
“God, I haven’t thought about him in months. What makes you ask?”
Dad looks guilty about something.
“Okay, don’t tell Gray I told you, but he said he thinks you’re seeing someone and that you seem really happy. I was worried you might have gone back to that guy, even if he was ridiculous.”
I giggle.
“You don’t need to worry about Everly, Dad. That’s never happening, not now and not ever. He’s just a kid.” I almost laugh at the mental comparison between my ex and Gray. “Everly is harmless.”
My dad sits back, satisfied.
“So, are seeing anyone?”
I smile. “You’ve never asked about that sort of thing before.”
“Sorry, I don’t mean to pry. I just like knowing you’re happy, sweetheart. I care about my daughter.”
I chuckle.
“I am happy. Work is good, school is about to start, and I have great friends. Which reminds me, I’m supposed to call Jane.”
Brent starts a bit, but then settles back into his chair like nothing’s wrong.
“I knew Gray would take care of you. He’s a great guy, and a loyal friend.”
“He really is,” I nod, even if I freeze at the word “loyal.” If only Dad knew…but then, I realize I have an opportunity in front of me. “Dad, what can you tell me about Gray? When he was younger, I mean. I’ve known him for so long, but I actually don’t really know much. You must have a lot of stories.”
Brent smiles at the memories and picks up his fork.
“Well, since you ask …”
“Hi sweetheart,” Gray murmurs in my ear. The club is loud, and as a result, he has to press himself close to me to be heard.
I shiver whenever he uses an endearment.
“Hello, Gray.” I sip my second Long Island. I’ve got a nice buzz going to calm my nerves.
“Care to dance?”
“Can you dance in that?” I gesture to the crowded dance floor. It’s full of students here to shake off their nerves before the new semester starts. Gray wanted a taste of my world since we spend so much time in his, so he’s accompanied me to an early preview week at Colorado State. I didn’t want to bring him here because I was afraid it would highlight our differences instead of bringing us closer together, but he insisted.
“Try me and find out,” he puts his arm out for me, and I follow his lead. He holds me closely and I relax. He moves well, and I’m pleasantly surprised to discover something new about my guy. His cologne is woody, a cedar with spices, and I inhale deeply, letting the aroma calm me. I can easily pick it out of the crowd of Axe body spray, and I love the way he smells.
Then he turns me in his arms and grinds against my backside, pulling my hips so I’m pinned to him. I can feel his hard-on press against my ass and giggle a little. We slow to a stop on the dance floor before he walks me to a dark corner, his large hand in the small of my back.
The crowd doesn’t seem to notice us or Gray’s hand sliding between my thighs under my dress. I gasp, but he holds a finger up to his lips to shush me. I bite my lip to stop from moaning out loud, not that anyone would have heard me over the music.
His fingers slip up under my skirt, and he chuckles at the wetness there.
“Gray!” I pant in alarm.
“Shhh,” he whispers in my ear. “Shush.”
He slips around my clit just the way I like, in little circles. I grab onto his shoulders and my nails dig into his shirt. He kisses me, as his fingers dip into me. I groan into his mouth, so he fingers me faster and deeper. He hits my G spot and it’s all I can do to stay on my feet.
I break our kiss and gasp, “I need you now!”
“Are you sure?” he keeps fingering me, a smirk on his lips. But his cheeks have a dark flush on them, so I know he’s just as aroused.
“Yes!”
“Here, in the club?” he asks again, eyebrows raised.
“Yes!”
I think I’ve shocked him. Good. I lead him to the ladies’ room and thank god there’s a stall available. I shut us inside the cramped space, and he pulls my dress up, while I work on his trousers. Once his glorious thick cock is out, I mount him as fast as I can. My legs are around his lean hips and my back is against the cold metal door. I growl, “Oh, God!” as he plunges deep on the first thrust.
Gray pumps himself into me, grabbing the top of the divider for balance. He thrusts me into the cold metal again and again, while his cock attacks my G spot. He hits my cervix, the penetration is so thorough. He bounces me up and down on him as I hang onto his shoulders for dear life. Then, he slows down and I see the look in his eyes and gasp, “What?”
“Off,” he commands before slipping out. I slide down his body, and he spins me around, so my cheek is pressed against the chilly divider. He pulls my hips to him like on the dance floor, but this time, he thrusts himself into me from behind.
“Fuck!” I shout, before screaming with lust.
He snarls in my ear. “I need you to come for me, you little slut. Give it to me.” His right-hand slides around my hip and he plays with my clit.
“Mm, God, don’t stop!”
“Never,” he assures me.
The throb builds in my button, while my G-spot aches with each heavy pound. I’m so close to something good. My body tightens on him as I get there.
He rasps, “I can feel you locking onto me, you naughty girl. It’s like the suction I get from your perfect mouth. You’re going to come for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir!” I whimper.
“Now,” he orders.
I obey.
“Yes, SIR!” I scream as he beats my pussy into submission with his fingers and his thick cock. My cunt spasms violently before dissolving into a series of ripples, each one stronger than the last.
“Fuck, yes!” Gray tenses up, then shouts more curses as he comes inside me, the semen thick and hot. He licks up my neck, while he pumps his seed into me, desperate to empty his balls. I shake and shiver with each motion. I love my helplessness in his strong arms. I yearn for those moments when it seems like we are the only people in the world, as though it was made for just us and our passion. But how much longer do we have? School hasn’t started yet, but it’s just around the corner. Will this be the end of us?
11
Gray
* * *
“I told you, you don’t have to do this.”
“And I told you that I want to.”
I huff behind the blindfold. We’re in Harlow’s tiny Audi sedan on what I can only guess is a backroad by all the bumps. I swore I wouldn’t cheat, but I’m dying to look. Usually, I’m the one in control, so this is different. It’s so weird to have the shoe on the other foot and I’m not sure if I like this.
She told me to wear jeans and a t-shirt, but it pales in comparison to her outfit. She’s got on a retro halter dress with polka dots which emphasizes her curves. Her breasts overfill the tight corset top, and her hair is done up in curls, with sassy peep-toe shoes that make me pant. I can’t wait to get my hands on those lush assets.
We pull up somewhere, and the car stops. I can hear motors running, and my ears perk. Where the hell are we, some kind of car show? Finally, Harlow says, “You can take off the blindfold, Gray.”
I do, and I’m at a complete loss for words. I have no idea where we are exactly because it feels like we’ve been driving for hours. But more importantly, there are teenagers and motocross bikes everywhere. I see the signs for a motocross stunt riding competition, and I’m astonished.
“How?! What?!”
She giggles, “Surprised?”
“Yeah, sweetheart. I had no idea you were into this.”
Harlow is undeniably pleased by my reaction while giggling to herself. We get out and the riders are warming up, doing laps on the track and the occasional whip. I ask her, “How did you know
that I’m into motocross?”
“Don’t be mad.”
“I couldn’t possibly be mad about this,” I say before dropping a kiss on her shoulder. “This is the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me.”
“Good. I asked my dad about what you used to like to do when you were my age, and he told me you used to ride motocross and do stunts. I looked up motocross, found this competition, and here we are,” she says.
I drop another kiss on her bare shoulder.
“I am beyond touched by this, Harlow, and when we get home, I am going to show you just how much I appreciate it.”
“Promise?” she flirts.
“I guarantee it. I’m going to make you walk crooked for a week,” I growl. She giggles.
“There’s a restroom around here somewhere, in case you can’t wait.”
I laugh. “Oh, no. I get to watch the stunt riders, and then I fuck you silly.”
She grins. “You’ve got yourself a deal, Mister.”
We take our seats, and I shade my eyes from the lights.
“I’m surprised Brent even remembers my old hobby because I’d almost given it up completely by the time we met.”
Harlow nods.
“No, Dad remembers. He said you rode a bike around campus, but it wasn’t like anyone else’s bike, and when he asked you about it, you freaked him out by doing some sort of flip. Apparently, that made an impression that he hasn’t forgotten to this very day.”
I smile. “I guess so.”
“How did you get into motocross by the way?”
I grin at the memory.
“Like anything else. You get a bike, and your friends dare you to do something stupid. You do it, they’re impressed. One thing leads to another and soon you’re obsessed.”
“Yeah, but a lot of it looks as scary as hell,” she says while gazing out at the riders.
I smile, lost in thought.
“I wonder if I could still manage a heel clicker.”
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