That was true. My brother had plenty of girlfriends in his time, and according to him at the time of each girlfriend, they were the ‘one.’ And after each failed relationship, he added another tattoo, each more offensive than the one before it.
I wasn’t sure if the offensive tattoos were due to the fact that he was trying to fix whatever pain that he had going on in his heart thanks to the women that left him, or if he was trying to make it to where a woman wouldn’t approach him any longer with all the colorful tattoos. Whatever the reason, my brother was definitely more prone to throwing his weight in when it came to ‘the one’ than I was.
Me, I’d never shared with my family before about anyone. Not even my boyfriend in college that lasted an entire six months.
Dax: Shut up.
Mom: Dax, honey, we love you. How was your mission?
Dax: No. Mission.
Mom: Sure, sure. We’ll pretend that we didn’t know that you would be in Louisiana and make your way to Florida.
Harleigh: You’re in Florida? I’m in Florida!
Dax: I’m going to get my ass kicked, FYI. Shut. Up.
Dad: If they kick your ass, remind them who your father is.
Dax: Sure, that’s exactly what I’m going to say. Not.
Dad: I’ll say it then.
Dax: Don’t you dare.
Mom: We just want you to be happy, Dax.
Dax: I’d be happy if y’all would stop butting into my business.
Dad: The day we stop butting into your business is the day we’re dead. So think about that.
Dax: Shut up.
Dad: Now, Harleigh Belle, tell me you didn’t sleep with this guy already.
My face flamed.
Dax: She totally did.
Mom: I would have. Have you seen his body?
Dad: No, not really. He was just supposed to work for me, not do anything with my daughter.
Dax: I may or may not be close to Florida right now. Want me to go kick his ass?
I rolled my eyes.
“What are you smiling about right now, baby?”
My heart skipped a beat when I looked up to find Slate staring down at me.
He took a seat next to me and brought my ice cream to his lips, once again licking the drip off the back of my hand that I hadn’t seen.
“You and these things are dangerous,” he murmured.
I felt his lick deep in my core.
“I’m smiling about the fact that my brother just said he was close to Florida when my mom and dad have been giving him shit for the last ten minutes about a mission he refuses to say he’s on,” I explained.
He grumbled out an ‘oh,’ but kept his eyes on something across the walkway from us.
Charles.
Charles who was close enough to be listening to our every word.
Instead of asking Slate about him, I looked over and up at him and said, “Are you ready to go? I want to go get a nap in before we go back to the park tonight to ride the rest of our rides.”
We didn’t have any definite plans tonight—or today at all, really.
Everyone that had come with us had eventually split off into their own smaller groups. The only thing that we did at this point was meet up for dinner.
“You’re dripping again,” he murmured.
I looked down at the drip that had made its way all the way under my Magic Band—the band that I used for everything—to get on rides, to get into my hotel room, to buy lunch or dinner—and sighed.
“Who knew Florida would be this hot right now?” I grumbled as I took the Magic Band off and placed it on the seat beside me so I could get at the ice cream underneath it.
“Pretty much everyone,” Slate said. “I’m not sure Florida gets any hotter or colder than this, to be honest. I think it’s always this temperature. Maybe a little bit cooler, but not much. That’s why old people retire down here.”
I finished off the rest of my ice cream and stood up to toss my popsicle stick into the trash.
Slate followed me and waited for me to dispose of it before reaching for my hand.
My hand once again started to pound, and I went to say something to him but once again saw Charles out of the corner of my eye, standing awfully close.
I frowned.
“Let’s go,” I murmured.
We’d lose him in the crowd for sure.
And we did, kind of.
Which was when I decided to ask Slate my most important question.
“Slate, what are we doing?” I questioned.
Slate frowned down at me as we dodged a mother with a triple-wide stroller and three very pissed off triplets wailing away in their seats.
“Going to the hotel like you suggested?” he frowned.
“No,” I licked my dry lips, tasting salt and ice cream. “I mean, us. What are we doing?”
He pulled me behind him when a father and his son nearly took me out.
When he pulled me back in front of him, he said, “I think you and me both know exactly what’s going on here.”
I growled in frustration. “Slate.”
He sighed. “This, you and me, is something that I’m kind of afraid to define because the things I’m feeling, I’m not sure that there’s a definition for it just yet. Okay?”
“Like, you want to be a couple, though? You want this to continue when we get home?” I pushed.
He pulled me off to the side of the flow of traffic leaving the park, and then looked down into my eyes as he said, “This most definitely is going to continue once we get home.”
The certainty in his voice had a chill racing down my spine.
I looked over my shoulder, wondering if we were alone, only to see Charles’ pissed off face as he rushed toward us.
His family was practically running to keep up with him.
“Let’s go,” I urged. “I’m ready for a nap.”
Slate’s eyes went hot. “A nap?”
My lips twitched. “Um, yeah.”
His eyes twinkled as he took my hand into his and urged me forward. “I really wish we didn’t have a twenty-minute bus ride back to our hotel.”
Or a fifteen-minute wait for the bus to even arrive.
We’d literally walked up to the bus stop just as the hotel shuttle that ran every twenty minutes pulled away.
Perfect.
What was even more perfect was that Charles followed us to the same damn line.
It was only after we loaded the bus and finally took our seat that I asked what was on my mind.
“Who is that?” I whispered quietly so the man still behind us with his family wouldn’t hear.
They’d literally followed us all the way out of the park and onto the same bus.
“That’s Charles,” he whispered. “The baby daddy.”
The baby daddy.
Holy shit.
But that still didn’t explain his open hostility aimed in our direction.
“What did he have to say?” I asked curiously.
I mean, I’d been curious before, but now I was rabid for information.
From what little I knew of him, Charles hadn’t really been an enemy.
Had he?
If anybody had a right to be mad, it wasn’t Charles. It was Slate, yet I wasn’t getting any vibes off of Slate that told me he held any hostility when it came to the man.
“He said that he was here with his family,” Slate murmured, pulling me closer when the air conditioner on the bus started to make me shiver. “That he was having a good time until he saw me.”
I snorted. “What’s with the open hostility?” I questioned. “If anybody has a right to be mad, it’s definitely not him.”
He grunted out an agreeing sound.
“He’s been like that since I left for prison,” Slate shrugged, making my head bounce slightly. “Charles has always been an odd duck. What’s even weirder is that he came to see me right before the last day of my trial. Came by and started making all these weird comments about my
house. How much Vanessa had hated it. How she’d hated the car that I’d gotten her, and even more how she hadn’t really loved me. A bunch of bullshit because when Vanessa realized that I had found out she’d slept with Charles, she’d been devastated. I could tell. Though I’d decided to leave her, she’d definitely not been too keen on it. She’d wanted to make it work.”
“So weird,” I murmured, allowing my eyes to click to Charles and his family. “They don’t even look like they like each other.”
Slate’s body shifted as he openly stared at Charles, who was looking forward as if he’d just had his plaything taken away from him. Like a spoiled child who was used to getting exactly what he wanted.
“They don’t,” Slate agreed. “What’s even weirder is that I’ve seen him here and there in town since I got out. Never in my life seen her before. Or those kids. Nobody mentioned him having a family, either. I’ve caught up with quite a few cop buddies since I got out, and he’s come up quite a few times. None of those times were any of them mentioned. Not a single one.”
The bus that was holding still to allow more and more people on finally closed its doors, making me breathe a sigh of relief.
Now that I was on my ass and laying my head against a very comfortable, but still really hard, chest, I realized just how tired I was.
“You know,” I murmured quietly. “I didn’t realize how tired I actually was.”
His arm curled tighter around mine as he said, “Then catch a nap, because we’re going to be busy when we get back to the hotel.”
The naughtiness in his voice wasn’t lost on my tired self.
“Is that right?”
He shifted so that his mouth was at my ear.
Lowering his voice to almost subvocal, he said, “Oh, yeah. There are a couple of things I want to do to you before we leave. Make you remember Disney in the best way possible.”
“But my legs are sore,” I teased.
His arm tightened around my shoulder. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll make sure to do all the work.”
And he did.
Oh boy, did he.
Chapter 17
Have y’all ever met someone that lies for no reason? They just walk around with Liabetes?
-Harleigh’s secret thoughts
Harleigh
I didn’t want to go home.
Was that stupid?
I was tired as hell, I had eight thousand things that needed to be done at home, yet I didn’t want to go.
One, I was tired.
I didn’t realize just how much walking there’d be when it came to Disney.
I’d forgotten since my last trip just how exhausting it really was.
Yes, I’d assumed there’d be quite a bit, but I hadn’t realized just how out of shape I was until I was forced to walk everywhere.
The bathroom.
The next ride.
Dinner.
The list went on and on and on.
“You want to go watch the fireworks at Magic Kingdom up close?” he asked.
I thought about the confrontation he’d had with Charles earlier, and his promise that he wouldn’t be leaving again until it was time to go to the airport.
“I thought you said you weren’t leaving the hotel room again?” I asked curiously.
“Momentary lapse of judgment,” he laughed. “Plus, I know that you want to go to the fireworks and see them in person.”
That was true, I did.
But I also didn’t want to go alone.
I wasn’t stupid.
I was raised to know that being a woman in this world wasn’t always the safest thing to be and going out alone at night would only add to that.
“So you’re saying that you’re willing to go with me, even though you swore you wouldn’t be moving again?” I crawled over him.
His eyes lit with amusement as he reached for me.
“I’d literally just done all the work,” he mumbled, his eyes going to my unbound breasts. “And that orgasm was an out of body experience. I was tired.”
I allowed my breasts to drag teasingly against his chest, causing his eyes to flare.
“We could just watch them from the balcony,” I told him. “And use those chairs for other things besides just sitting.”
“And give little Johnny on the balcony above ours a peep show?” he asked, raising his large, rough palm to cup one breast. “I think not.”
I looked down when I felt his cock jerk against my inner thigh.
“Didn’t you just come?” I teased.
“Hours ago,” he murmured. “We got back to the hotel at around four. It’s six now.”
True.
Our dinner wasn’t until eight thirty in the Magic Kingdom, but he’d informed me after ‘I’d drained him of life’ about two hours ago that he wasn’t going anywhere or doing anything until it was time to leave the hotel tomorrow to travel to the airport.
“We can take our luggage down.” My breath hitched when his thumb swept over my distended nipple. I wasn’t sure which was better. The rough pad of his thumb sweeping over it or dragging it along his chest hair. “And then walk. Don’t take the monorail. It should shave fifteen minutes off our commute.”
He suddenly pinched my nipple, causing me to gasp.
“Climb up here and put my cock inside your pussy,” he ordered.
One brow rose. “We literally just did this.”
We had.
And he’d made me come hard.
Twice.
Yet I still wanted more.
And it was obvious that he did, too.
When I didn’t comply fast enough, he bodily lifted me up by placing his large hands on my hips, positioned me over him, then pushed me down.
His cock found my entrance without either one of us positioning it, and when I slowly started to sink down on his shaft, I watched his eyes the entire time.
Each inch that he gave me caused me to quiver with excitement.
His entrance was also eased by way of the last release he’d left inside of me.
After we’d finished, I’d fallen asleep on his chest, only to wake up an hour later to him telling me we should get up.
The thought of how we’d literally just stopped caring about the consequences of our actions filled me with excitement.
I could be pregnant right now.
I could’ve conceived Slate Solis’ baby at Disney World.
Though the timing hadn’t really been right in the beginning of the week, it was damn sure right now.
The possibility was high, actually.
The thought of carrying his baby sent little quivers of excitement down my spine.
“What was that look for?” He paused with his cock halfway in my pussy.
I licked my lips and started to sit up, to pull away, only to have him force me back down. Taking even more of him than he’d given me previously.
He still wasn’t all the way in, but he was in enough that I felt full and urgent, the need to start riding him a compulsion that I couldn’t quite control.
I swallowed hard and tried to think of something to say, something that wouldn’t make me sound crazy for wanting his baby, but he squeezed his hands on my thighs and said, “Tell me, baby.”
So I did.
I told him.
“I was thinking about having your baby,” I told him bluntly.
His eyes flared.
“You’re sure you want that? That you don’t think it’s too soon in our relationship?” he asked, pushing my hips down so that I could take even more of him.
I swallowed hard and tried to think of whether he was open to the idea, or if he was upset about it.
In the end, I went with honesty again.
“Yes,” I croaked, my ass finally meeting the tops of his hard, muscular thighs.
They tensed when I shimmied my hips, trying to get more comfortable.
But I knew it was futile. Having Slate in me would never be comfortable. He was a big man and I was a smal
l woman. My thighs were spread obscenely wide, giving me no purchase whatsoever, causing me to take all of him whether I wanted to or not.
He pulled me down until my breasts were once again tickling against his chest hair.
“You want to know a secret?” he asked, sweeping his thumb over the apple of my cheek.
“What?” I whispered, my mouth hovering inches over his.
“I do, too.”
***
I shifted from side to side, trying to see over the person in front of me, and came up empty-handed.
“I can put you on my shoulders,” the man behind me suggested. “I can see great.”
“You can see great because you’re six foot four,” I snickered. “I would almost take you up on that offer, but I’m fairly sure if I put pressure on my vagina right now, I just might cry the whole time.”
The mother of two who’d forced her way in front of us when we’d arrived, running over my foot with her massive stroller, turned around and glared at me.
I wasn’t apologetic in the least.
Had she not gone to that exact spot, I would’ve been able to stand on the park bench instead of being forced to look at her ugly hair the entire time.
Bitch.
“Six foot five,” he corrected me. “And how about just on my back?”
I thought about that for a second.
That wouldn’t be too bad.
“Okay,” I said. “But when the show starts. I’m okay down here for now.”
The ‘show’ meaning the fireworks at Magic Kingdom that would be starting in about a minute and a half.
“Just get up here,” he muttered. “Your puny weight isn’t going to cause me to die if I have you up here for an extra minute.”
I felt my lips twitching. “Okay. Bend down a little bit.”
He crouched down until he was practically kneeling on the ground, and I scrambled up onto his back.
When he stood back up, my ass ended up being in the mom of two’s face.
“Hey!” she cried out.
“Sorry,” I called out. “You can move over to my spot.”
She huffed and did just that, not willing to fight when Slate looked at her over his shoulder and glared.
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