Lift

by Riley, Alexa

  “You’re lying!” I squeal as Harris tickles me on the couch.

  “It’s true.” He leans back and I’m out of breath from laughing so hard.

  “I don’t believe it for a second.” My fingers move under his arms, then to his waist and past his very prominent erection to the backs of his legs. “You are seriously not ticklish anywhere?”

  “It’s a good thing because you’re ticklish enough for the both of us.” He barely touches my waist and I’m doubling over with laughter.

  “It’s just—” I breathe, but then I fall back on the couch as he moves on top of me. “It’s only because I know you’re going to do it.”

  His weight feels good, and I spread my legs so I can cradle him between them. He’s smiling, but his eyes are hungry and I feel that thick ridge he’s got in his jeans against my sweet spot.

  We came back and he cooked me dinner. Then he refused to show me the dress he wants me to wear tomorrow. I kept saying that I should try it on in case it doesn’t fit, but he said it wouldn’t happen. He was so confident and cocky it made me kiss him and then we ended up making out for an hour. Then we moved to the couch and we’ve been talking for hours in between kissing and him dry humping me. I can’t say I don’t like how the night has progressed.

  He thrusts into me like he would if we were making love and I moan. How is he so perfect? Would he act this way if he knew the truth? These thoughts flow through my head, but I decide to ignore them because this feels too damn good.

  “Tell me about this scar,” he says when he pushes my shirt up and sees the little line under my bra.

  I let him push his fingers under my bra until they find my hard nipple. There’s a pinch and I nearly come off the couch as he pushes my bra the rest of the way to reveal my breast.

  “In high school, a lacrosse game,” I breathe as he leans down and traces the shape of my nipple with his tongue.

  I grip the couch when he sucks it into his mouth and his hand finds my other breast. When his mouth covers that, I move my hands between my legs and to the belt of his jeans. I fumble with the buckle before I unzip them, but he doesn’t stop me. This is further than we’ve gone before. Kissing and over-the-clothes petting could only last for so long.

  When my palm wraps around his substantial girth my eyes fly open. Dear god, he’s massive, but instead of being afraid, my sex clenches. What will this feel like inside of me? Is this how he’s going to make me a woman? Because I’m pretty sure this is going to make me pregnant if we don’t slow down.

  “Careful,” he grits out as he licks my nipple.

  I realize I’m gripping him tight and I loosen the hold as I move my hand up and down. I’m shocked when it keeps going, and I audibly swallow. I look down to make sure I don’t have his thigh in my hand by mistake. When my eyes land on the thick ruddy head of his cock I nearly pass out. Well, it’s never going to go in my ass, that’s for sure.

  As if sensing my apprehension, Harris kisses down my belly and I feel his fingers at the waist of my jeans. “Let me kiss you a little and see if we can make it fit.”

  Oh shit, is this really happening?

  His hands are strong as they work the denim off my hips along with my panties. My shirt is pushed up and I’m naked from the waist down as he kneels on the floor between my thighs.

  “Just as pretty and pink as I thought you’d be,” he says, dragging his knuckles through my lips and over my clit.

  “Harris.” I say his name like a curse as I sit up and try to close my legs.

  “That’s right, sweetheart,” he says, locking eyes with me.

  He doesn’t break the contact as he leans down and gently kisses me on my pussy while his eyes stay on mine. It makes it so much more intimate and real than anything I imagined and I can’t look away. The feeling of his tongue against me is delicious and dark. I reach out and run my fingers through his hair and he closes his eyes as if savoring his favorite dessert. How can I ever function after knowing how good this feels? Will I walk around all day wanting him to lick me between my legs? Because right now I don’t ever want it to end.

  I feel myself building towards a climax, but it’s unlike anything I’ve ever given myself. Normally I rush to the end and don’t take my time, but this, I don’t want to be over. As if he senses it, he slows down and licks me at a lazy pace. I feel his tongue dip lower and inside me and I moan so loudly I should be embarrassed.

  I’ll never look at his mouth the same, and I wish I could somehow suck his cock at the same time. But to be honest he would probably just end up laying his dick on my face while he eats me out. This is so good I don’t even know my name right now and nor do I care.

  When I begin to whine, he moves back up to my clit and this time he doesn’t go easy on me. I feel two fingers thrust into my pussy just as I cry out his name. The climax hits me fast and I’m not prepared for it as I shatter into pieces. It’s hot fire that shoots through my veins and I can only imagine this is what drugs feel like.

  “Harris,” I mumble as he pulls the last of my orgasm from me and licks me clean. I have a smile glued to my face as he moves between my legs and I feel the heat of his cock on me.

  He doesn’t push against me like he wants in. Instead he glides through my wet folds, just letting me feel his size.

  “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on,” he says as he lies on top of me again and looks into my eyes. “Come to bed with me. I want to hold you while you sleep.”

  “What about…?” I move my hips and feel his hard length to emphasize my point.

  He sucks in a breath and shakes his head. “Come to bed. We can figure that out later.”

  He pulls me from the couch and into his arms, but as he begins to walk I hear my phone in the living room. It was tucked into the back of my jeans and we left them there. I hear the ringtone I have for Cara and I curse, remembering that I forgot to go by the apartment and drop off some cash to her.

  I’m not about to give her everything I made, but she’ll need something to keep her off my back. I think for a second about answering when the call ends. But to my surprise it rings again right away and Harris pauses.

  “Do you need to get that?” His eyebrows pull together in concern when I nod.

  It’s late, but god knows what she’ll do if I don’t answer. He nods and puts me down and I race to get my phone off the floor. I scramble and hit answer before it can shut off again.

  “Hello?” I say, nearly out of breath.

  “Do you want to explain what the fuck my car is doing sitting out here and you’re nowhere to be found?”

  Chapter Ten

  Sloan

  “I’m coming,” I tell Cara and end the call. When I look up at Harris, his eyebrows are furrowed with a mixture of concern and anger. “Roommate,” I answer, and hopefully that’s enough of an explanation for now. “I have to go.”

  I grab my pants, but Harris tugs them from my hands. “You aren't going anywhere.”

  His tone is firm. I don’t want to go either, but I don’t have a choice. I want to scream in frustration, but I keep the words locked behind my lips. They’re swollen from his kisses because I’m not used to the attention. I lick them at the thought of kissing him again and his blue eyes follow the movement. He licks his own lips and I imagine he can taste me.

  “You aren't going anywhere,” he repeats.

  “I have to give her the car back. It’s hers,” I admit, but I’m pretty sure he heard that piece of information when Cara screamed through my phone.

  She’s having a temper tantrum and who knows what she’ll do if I don’t go out and see her. The last thing I need is her causing a scene in front of Harris’s building. The cops could be called and that’s all I need—my name splashed across the internet once again. I’d end up dragging the man who gave me the best twenty-four hours of my life with me and I can’t do that to him.

  “She can have her car back.” His eyes flash with something new I’ve never seen be

fore from him.

  He looks like he’s gearing up for a fight he knows he’s going to win. This shouldn’t excite me, and I try to push it away. I put my hands on my hips and ignore that I’m naked from the waist down. Harris’s eyes go right between my legs and I have to fight to be still.

  “So you’re not always sweet and charming.” I’m pissed, but not at him. I’m mad at the whole situation. I had the best time of my life not even minutes ago and now I’m going to lose it all.

  I reach out to grab the jeans from him, but he’s faster. His big hand wraps around my wrist as he pulls me into his warm body. I trip over my own feet, but I don’t fall to the ground. He pulls me into him and wraps me in his arms tight. He’s letting me know without words I’m not going anywhere and reminding me of what flashed across his eyes moments ago. His dominance can’t be mistaken, and though I may not have seen it before, it’s always been there lurking below the surface.

  “Careful, sweetheart.” His voice is soft, and I melt against him. “I’ll walk you down to give her the keys. Then she can get the fuck out of here.”

  “I can go by myself.” Maybe I can enjoy this for a little longer. Who knows who I’ll run into tomorrow, but I could spend tonight in his bed. Maybe he can see more of who I really am and that I’m nothing like my parents. Part of me knows he won’t care, but the scared girl inside of me who lost everything once can’t cling to that kind of hope.

  He grunts and then shakes his head. “After the way I heard her speak to you? I don’t fucking think so.” He kisses me before I can respond and I grab onto him with everything I have left in me because this might be our last kiss.

  “If you don’t stop doing that we won’t be going anywhere.”

  As tempting as that is, I know one way or another we’ll have to because Cara will make a scene. As if on cue my phone rings again and Harris curses. He lets me go and answers the phone. My mouth falls open as he does so.

  “We’re on our way down.” He doesn't wait for a response and ends the call and tosses my cell phone onto a chair.

  “I can’t believe you said that to her.” I’m not mad that he did it. I’m shocked. He’s always so charming and sweet, but I like this side of him.

  “She talked to my woman that way, I’ll talk to her that way.”

  “That should not turn me on,” I mumble to myself, shaking my head. When I hear his deep chuckle, I glance over at him. “What are you laughing at?”

  “Put your pants on so we can go downstairs and get this over with. I want you in my bed.” He hands me my pants and I put them on while he rights his own clothes.

  “You’re bossy,” I tell him as I put my shoes on next.

  “I have my moments.” He shrugs. “When pushed I don’t back down. If someone is nice to me, I’ll be nice to them. I don’t have to be an asshole in life to get what I want. I’d rather be nice, but as you can see some people don’t get it and you have to treat them accordingly. Maybe they’ll learn a lesson in the process.”

  I like his logic. More than a few times I wanted to tell Cara off, but I didn’t have that luxury. I might not only be losing him tonight, but I lose the couch I’ve been crashing on. I smile at Harris because I don’t care that he might have cost me my home. He stood up for me and I can’t remember a time when someone did that.

  “I wasn't the nicest when we first met,” I remind him as I stand up and he holds out a coat for me.

  “You’re the exception to the rule.”

  His words make my heart flutter. “I want you to know my time with you has been wonderful. I’m not sure you’ll know what it meant to me to be treated with such kindness.” I tell him that because I want him to know just in case this goes really badly.

  “You make it sound like people are mean to you.” He searches my face like he can find something there.

  “It's fine, let’s just—” I try and brush it off, but he won't have it.

  “It’s not fine, and whatever it is, it’s not going to happen again. You might not be ready to tell me all of your secrets, but until I get them, I promise you no one is going to treat you like less than a queen. They won’t like what happens if I find out it’s not happening.” He grabs my hand and entwines his fingers with mine as we get on the elevator.

  I didn't know this could get any harder, but in the last few minutes Harris has shattered all my walls. I think I’m falling in love with him and I don’t know if it’s his kindness or his strength but I’m giving him my heart.

  He pulls me closer to him and kisses the top of my head as the elevator doors open into the lobby. I don’t make it a few feet before I hear her in the distance.

  “I’m really sorry,” I tell Harris as Cara comes into view. Her head snaps towards us and her eyes widen in surprise when she sees who I’m standing with. By the look on her face she knows who Harris is. At the same time his hold on me tightens.

  “Harris?” Cara’s eyes bounce between him and me.

  “Your roommate is Cara Rich? Jesus.” He says a few more choice words under his breath and it’s clear from his tone he isn't a fan of hers.

  “Cara,” he says in a dismissive tone with a hint of warning.

  “That was you on the phone?” Her hands go to her hips. I can’t tell if she is about to explode or if she’s locking it up. Her moods are like a light switch, they go on and off so quick.

  “I don’t appreciate you calling my girl and talking to her like that.”

  Harris reaches into his pocket and takes out the keys I totally forgot to bring down. He tosses them to the man standing next to Cara that I hadn't noticed before. He catches the keys then glances at me and I know the look. He recognizes me and he’s trying to figure out who I am.

  “Don’t show up at my home acting fucking crazy. Keep your messy shit over on your side of town where your daddy put you.” My mouth falls open and I’m rendered speechless. I’d laugh if I could get it out over the shock. Even better is the look on Cara’s face.

  “What are you looking at, Luck?” The man takes his eyes off me and lifts his hands.

  “Sorry, man, she looked familiar.” He tries to hand Cara her keys, but she ignores him. Her head looks like it’s going to explode any second now.

  “This is going to get bad,” I whisper to Harris, because Cara can be unpredictable.

  “You’re kidding me, right?” She looks around the lobby of the building and I'm not sure what she’s searching for. Her head snaps back to us like she’s found her answer. “I didn't think you were one of them.” She narrows her eyes on Harris.

  “What’s she talking about?” I ask him.

  “Who knows?” Harris says, rolling his eyes.

  “Don’t play dumb, Harris. I’m seeing through the good old boy act now. You’re like my brother and the rest of them.” She shakes her head and glares at me. “Have your dirty little secret. I thought you were smarter than that.” Harris tenses next to me. “They never settle down. He’ll use you up and toss you aside like the rest of them.” She tries to look disgusted, but I’m not buying it. “Come on, Sloan, at least with me you know where you stand.” She waits like I’m a lap dog and she expects me to come to her. Harris’s hold on me tightens, but I’m not going anywhere.

  “I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, Cara. The coke has apparently eaten up all the brain cells in your head, because you’ve lost your mind. Get out of here,” Harris tells her and confirms what I thought about her drug usage.

  “Cut the shit,” she snaps at him, and her true colors come out. “You’re just better at hiding what you are than the rest of those assholes. It took me this long to figure it out because you really have everyone fooled don’t you. In fact I think you’re worse. At least with the others we can see what’s coming, but you’ve probably got her all wrapped up in you. She’s been through enough shit as it is.” Cara says it like she cares about me.

  Cara has been through a shit storm of guys and she must assume that Harris is just like the guys that run in her circle. The guys just like her brother, Lance. Maybe I’m naïve, but I don’t believe a word of it. Cara is a user, too, and though she might not want to fuck me she wants things from me.

  “Don’t talk about him like that. He’s a good man, Cara. I gave you your keys and I think you should go,” I tell her and pray she listens. Harris doesn’t deserve her accusations.

  She goes to open her mouth, but Harris cuts her off. “I’m not stupid, Cara, and your games won’t work here. I don’t know why you want Sloan so bad, but it’s not happening. Take the con game you probably learned from your father and get the fuck out of my building. I will not say it again.”

  “Fuck you.” She stomps her foot and nearly falls over when she does it in her five-inch heels. “My father’s not the con,” she laughs. “Give me a fucking break, Harris. You’re giving your dick to the daughter of the biggest con in this city.”

  I let out a small gasp, unable to stop myself. “Sloan Martinez,” the man next to Cara says, putting together who I am and informing Harris at the same time.

  “Cara.” Harris raises his hand and it’s then I notice the doorman dressed in all black reaching for the phone.

  “I’m leaving, no need to call the cops,” she snips as the glares at me. “Get your shit out of my place.”

  “With pleasure,” Harris answers for me. “I’ll have someone there first thing in the morning.” He says, and it pisses her off. She grabs the keys and stomps off, but Harris says her name and she turns back around. “Tell your brother to stay the fuck away from my girl. I promise your family won’t like the fallout if things don’t go my way.” She doesn't seem to care about his threat and gives him the finger as she walks away.

  Harris looks at the guy who is still standing in the lobby. “Was Cara here tonight because she was with you?”

  “Don’t insult me with that shit because you’re pissed, and I wasn't checking out your girl.” The man shakes his head as he goes over to a bank of elevators and gets in.

  “Sorry about that, Allen,” Harris says to the doorman.

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