Harlow (Society Girls #7)

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by Crystal Perkins


  “Yes, please,” I beg, dropping to me knees between her legs, and looking up at her like she’s the best thing in the world. Which she totally is.

  “How about your cock?”

  “Anytime you want it, it’s yours.”

  She answers by dropping her hands, and arching her back. I don’t even hesitate a second as I place my mouth over one breast, and my hand over the other one. Her hands slide into my hair as we both moan. I switch back and forth with my mouth, taking their weight in my hands as I fulfill one of my fantasies.

  “You can feel it? Everything?” I ask, needing to know she’s not faking anything.

  She takes my hand and places it over the triangle of lace covering her, letting me feel how soaked it is. “I had a great surgeon, so yeah, I feel everything.”

  “Thank God,” I tell her and take her mouth in a kiss meant to seduce and worship her all at the same time.

  It seems to be working as she pulls my hair and grinds her pussy into my waist. I could come just from this. Hell, I might come just from this. Forcing myself to pull back seems like a crime, but I do it anyway.

  “You deserve a bed.”

  The smile I get from her lets me know that was the right thing to say. “I happen to have one of those.”

  “Lead the way,” I tell her, standing and lifting her into my arms. She squeals and buries her face in my neck, while pointing the way. “Don’t get shy on me now.”

  “No one’s ever carried me before, unless I twisted an ankle or the time I fell out of a tree.”

  “Bodhi’s Carrying Service is open for you all day, every day,” I tell her, knowing it will make her laugh.

  “You shouldn’t offer that, because I’m bound to take advantage of you.”

  “I’m really hoping you do.”

  I enter her room, which is plain and undecorated. The bed is nice and big, though, and I can tell the comforter and sheets are going to feel soft, and luxurious. She sinks into the white comforter like it’s a cloud that’s cradling her, and I take a moment just to stare down at her.

  “You’re so beautiful.”

  “Thank you.”

  “What would you like, Low. Tell me.”

  “I want you inside of me, filling me, and making me whole.”

  Well, damn. I pull my shirt over my head, and get rid of my flip flops, shorts and briefs. She still has her thong on, but as she looks me over, her hands move to her hips, and she pushes it down. Slowly down, keeping her eyes on my rapidly lengthening erection, as I fight the urge to rip that lace out of her hands, and thrust inside of her.

  “Condom?” I manage to ask.

  “I’m clean, and on the best birth control in the world, but if you’re worried, I have some in my bathroom.”

  I’m going to die today. Die from lust, and sex, and this woman who I know I’ll never get enough of. I’ll be a happy, happy man when I go, no doubt about it.

  “I’m clean, too. I may not survive being bare inside you, but I want it more than I want to live.”

  “I’ll try not to kill you,” she says, leaning back on her elbows, and spreading her legs wide.

  She’s not bare like I expected, but has a neatly trimmed patch of hair between her legs. I lean forward and run my tongue over it, before moving further up her body. She’s soft, and hard, and just perfect, and I know if I wasn’t already gone for her, I would be now.

  7

  Harlow

  I’m going out of my mind as Bodhi kisses, licks, and bites his way up my body. I don’t think he’s biting me hard enough to leave marks, but I can’t find it in myself to care. No one but him is going to see me like this, and that’s a freeing thought. I can urge him to be as wild as he wants, and ask him to mark me up, and it will be okay. I’ve been with a few men since I stopped dancing, but I never let them claim me like I want Bodhi to claim me right now.

  “Yes,” I moan as he bites down on my shoulder.

  “You like my teeth, Low?”

  “I like knowing you’re marking me as yours.”

  He growls, and then he’s kissing me hard while thrusting inside of me. I arch my back and shake as I start to come. Just one thrust, and I’m coming. His cock isn’t the biggest I’ve had, but it’s the best. It’s him, and my body knows it. I shudder and shake as I ride the wave, and he stops kissing me to watch me unravel.

  “Beautiful. You’re so damn beautiful when I make you come.”

  “Bodhi,” I say. It’s all I can say as I try to steady my breaths.

  “I got you, Low,” he tells me, slowing his strokes. “I’m going to slow things down so you can come again for me.”

  “But you…”

  “Will come when I’m ready.”

  I lift up and kiss him, wrapping my legs around his waist and taking my body to an almost sitting position. The new angle causes his pubic bone to hit my clit with every thrust, and I swear I see stars. I’ve never been a multiple orgasm girl, but I’m starting to think I just had the wrong partners before. Bodhi is working my body like he’s known it for years, and it’s the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life.

  His mouth leaves mine to trail over my jaw, and down my neck. He bites the top of one breast, and then the other as I feel my next orgasm barreling down on me. I push him back until he’s sitting with me on his lap, and grind myself up and down on him. Using his shoulders for leverage, I take what I need as he continues to bite, suck, and lick every part of my skin he can reach.

  When my second orgasm comes, I don’t hold back my scream, shouting his name to the universe. He grabs my hips, and thrusts into me so hard my eyes roll back into my head. “Oh God, Bo.”

  “Can’t. Slow. Down.”

  “Don’t.”

  It’s like he needed that permission from me to let go, because he’s holding me hard enough to bruise me, and every thrust hits me in a place I never thought a man would find. How the hell am I about to come again? I don’t know, but I am, and the force of it would cause me to fall back if he wasn’t holding me. With a shout of his own, he starts jerking inside of me, and I feel waves of his cum shooting inside of me, making me so slick that he slides out.

  I whimper at the loss of him, and he leans up to kiss me sweetly. “He’ll be back soon.”

  “Promise?”

  “Promise.”

  “That was so good.”

  “Just good?”

  “No, but I don’t know a word that would describe it.”

  “Me either.”

  His glasses have slid down his nose a little, and I push them back up. “You left these on.”

  “I can take them off next time if you want.”

  “Don’t you dare! I love your sexy glasses.”

  “I love your sexy everything.”

  “Flattery will get you a blowjob soon.”

  “Then let me flatter you some more,” he says, pushing me back onto the pillows.

  I can feel him hard against my clit before he slides back into me. I could get used to this. I want to get used to this. Him. I want this, and more with Bodhi, and that scares the hell out of me.

  Bodhi

  A few hours after that first time I made love to Harlow, she’s lying in my arms on her couch. We moved here to eat since four rounds of mind-blowing sex made us both hungry. We made ourselves sandwiches, touching each other over and over again as we ate. Just little touches, like a caress on a wrist, or the brush of a hand across a cheek. We can’t seem to stop touching, and it’s better than anything I could’ve ever imagined with her.

  “I need to get ready to go to work soon.”

  “You’re going to get your cousin?”

  “Yeah.”

  “It’s safe, right? I mean, you’re okay to leave?”

  “Kind of,” she says, shrugging.

  I wrap my arms tighter against her. “What aren’t you telling me?”

  “I can’t go into details, but some bikers showed up last night.”

  “What?” I ask, pulling us bo
th into a sitting position.

  “We handled it, but they were there for me.”

  “You can’t go out again.”

  “I have to, Bo. My cousin doesn’t know any of the women, and it would be dangerous for every involved if he thinks they’re trying to hurt him and his son.”

  “It’s not okay for you to be in danger, either.”

  “I’ll be well protected.”

  “I wish you didn’t have to do this.”

  “But I do.”

  “What’s the plan once he’s here.”

  “I don’t know, and honestly, even if I did, I probably couldn’t tell you.”

  “I know,” I say, running a hand through my hair. “I know.”

  She reaches up and places her hand over mine. “If this is too much, you need to tell me now. I’m going to be on missions once I pass my classes, and if you don’t think you can handle it, then we should just stop this.”

  “I can’t stop, Low.”

  “But?”

  “But it’s going to take me some time to come to terms with you risking your life. I knew you would be doing it, but it wasn’t real to me until now. If that makes sense.”

  “It does. I’m being trained by the best to be the best, so you don’t need to worry.”

  “You can’t tell me no one’s gotten hurt before.”

  “No, I can’t, but they’re all alive and doing pretty well from where I’m standing.”

  “Yeah,” I agree, grudgingly.

  “So, can you handle this?”

  I look her in the eye, and tell her the truth. “I can handle anything as long as it means we’re together.”

  “Good, because I wasn’t going to let you get rid of me that easily.”

  “I’ll be here waiting when you get back.”

  Even if I’ll be freaking out the whole time she’s gone. I didn’t promise not to worry, because that’s not a promise I can keep. I’ll worry, but I’ll also know she’s doing what she has to do, and that part of why she’s doing it is to keep me safe. Who wouldn’t want to be saved by Harlow? Not me, but I’m still afraid that while I’ll be physically safe once this is over, I’m going to mentally crash and burn before we get to forever.

  Harlow

  I didn’t want to leave the warmth of Bodhi’s arms, but I knew I had to. It’s not that I don’t want to get to X, and little Micah, because I do. We need my cousin to help us put an end to all this, and I definitely want it to end. It’s just that what we have is new, and fragile, and I’m scared he won’t miss me like he says he will. It’s dumb, and insecure, but it’s also true.

  When you grow up knowing you’re the last thought on almost anyone’s mind, it kind of messes with your own. I don’t know where I’d be if it wasn’t for X, and I know he’d say the same about me. He has said it, and that’s why I’ll do everything to keep him and his son safe. If I didn’t believe he’d be safe with the Society, I wouldn’t be leading them to him. Or maybe I would.

  For the first time, there’s a man other than my cousin who’s important to me. Bodhi’s at risk through no fault of his own, and I owe him his safety. Taking that a step further, I need him to be safe.

  “Those are some deep emotions crossing you face,” Ellie says, dropping into the chair next to me down in Ainsley’s lair. We’re not part of the planning team, although they’ve asked for my opinion on things here and there.

  I don’t know if I should keep burdening her with all my problems over and over again, but she is my mentor, so I decide to tell her what I’m thinking. “I feel like my obligations are splitting, and I’m not sure how I feel about that.”

  “Between your cousin and us?”

  “That, and also between X and Bodhi. I vowed to keep X safe, but part of why I’m giving him up is to keep Bodhi safe. It feels right, but also wrong.”

  “Not every mission is going to be cut and dried for you, and they shouldn’t be. We all have moral compasses, and lines, and things we feel passionate about. The Society encourages that, because the women who created it, and now Reina, know that we’re not robots who can be programmed to do what they ask without questions. She may seem hard at times, but she values our questions, and will take our concerns into consideration. Sometimes, mission parameters can be changed, and sometimes, they can’t. We all have the option to decline with no questions asked, and not repercussions.”

  “Have you ever turned down a mission?”

  “No.”

  “I didn’t think so.”

  She laughs. “If it makes you feel better, I’ve heard Reina has. It may just be a myth, because I have no way to prove it, but that’s what one of the previous Society women told me.”

  “Wow.”

  “I know. So, anyway, don’t beat yourself up over second-guessing your decisions. You didn’t ask for my opinion, but I’m going to give it anyway. I think you’re doing the right thing for everyone tonight.”

  “I think I am, too, but I guess I just needed to hear someone else say it.”

  “I think I’m winning at this mentor stuff.”

  “You are, El. I don’t know if I’ve told you how thankful I am to be here, and have you helping me.”

  “I don’t cry, Harlow, so please don’t try and make me,” she says, running a hand over her eyes.

  “Wouldn’t dream of it,” I tell her with a smile.

  “Then let’s do this.”

  Yes, let’s. The faster we get to X and Micah, and bring them safely back here, the faster I can get back to Bodhi. I know he’s safe in the apartment complex, but I don’t like leaving him alone. I really am a mess, but I know I have to get my head in the current game, and worry about the championships of love later.

  8

  Bodhi

  I’m pacing back and forth in my temporary house, even though Harlow’s only been gone an hour. I know it will be many more before she gets back, but I can’t sit still. What if she doesn’t come back? What if her cousin won’t help us? He might help her, but he might not be willing to help me. I think we’re a package deal now, but I wouldn’t ask her to go against family, especially when I have a hard time saying no to mine.

  The door opens, and Owen walks in, followed by most of the boyfriends and husbands of the Society mentors and recruits. “Do you not know how to knock?”

  “Harlow’s at C&C, so unless your hand was doing a job, there’s nothing to see.”

  “Why are you here, and where are the Studkateers?”

  “Studkateers?” Zack Taylor asks.

  “It’s what I called Matt, Aiden, Theo, and Nate the other day because they’re such good friends.”

  “So are we,” Audrey’s husband, Blake, tells him.

  “I guess.”

  “There’s no ‘guessing’. If my brother-in-law is a Studkateer, so am I,” Dylan Gallagher tells him, his legs planted wide and his arms crossed, daring Owen to disagree.

  “Fine. You can all be Studkateers.”

  “Oh yeah, we can,” Faith’s husband, Gavin, says.

  “Your brothers are going to want in on it, too,” I tell my friend.

  “Of course they are,” he says, smirking. “Maybe we should get shirts made, or something.”

  “I would totally wear one,” Darcy’s husband, Brayden, says. He’s a prince, who was once a king, but totally embarrassed himself to win her over. I can definitely see him in one of the shirts.

  “What about new guys? If we like them, do we let them in?” Zack asks.

  “What new guys?”

  “Owe, Camari and Rose aren’t paired up yet, although Ares Dixon might have a chance with Rose.”

  “Not if my brother, Luke, has anything to say about it.”

  “Pretty sure he doesn’t,” I say.

  “You want to tell him that?”

  “Um, no?” Luke isn’t as big as Ryan, but he’s built, and plays in a local hockey league. I might live for a few minutes in a fight with him, but that would be it.

  “Didn’t think
so. You bring up a valid point, though, Zack. If we deem any new men connected with the Society worthy, we’ll let them into our secret club.”

  “All for one, and…,” Gavin starts to say, but Owen covers his mouth.

  “We don’t infringe on trademarks, dude. We’ll come up with something good that’s just for us.”

  “Gotcha. But we’re Studkateers for life, right? Even if we’re sleeping on the couch because we do something stupid,” Gavin says.

  “Totally.”

  “Then I’m in.”

  Owen texts the original four, and the other guys who aren’t here, and once everyone’s agreed, we get down to the business of why they’re really here. “We figured you’d be freaking out since it’s your first time of waiting for your girl to come back from a mission,” Zack tells me.

  “I am.”

  “You get used to it,” Gavin says.

  “I wouldn’t go that far,” Blake corrects him. “Sometimes it’s easier, and sometimes, it’s not. It’s worth it, though. At least for me.”

  “I know it’ll be worth it for me, too,” I tell him, meaning it.

  “They’re going to finish training soon,” Dylan says. “That makes me feel both proud, and terrified, at the same time.”

  “Same here,” Rhieve’s boyfriend, Calum, says, speaking up for the first time. “They’re all so amazing, but I don’t want to think about my woman putting her life at risk on the regular.”

  “That’s what we’re here for,” Zack says. “When one of our women goes out on a mission, us guys get together and keep her guy busy.”

  I’m realizing the “Studkateer” title really does fit these guys, and I hope, me too. “I’m down to help any time I can.”

  “Cool. Now what would you like to do? Video games, pool, movies, sports, booze, all of the above?”

  “Beer and video games sound good.”

  “Why did I know you were going to say that?” Brayden asks.

  “Maybe because everyone but you can stay alive for more than five seconds during Call of Duty?” Zack tells him.

  “I’m having Darcy slaughter you next time you’re online when she is.”

  “Come on. Seriously?”

 

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