by Anthology
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“Fuck,” I mumble to myself as I place my suitcase in the trunk of my car. Is the universe fucking with me or what? I thought spending my days, from nine to five, with Hanna was bad enough, now we’re jetting off to Queensland for the weekend so I can get this contract signed.
I don’t even know why I invited her along. I made up some bullshit about needing her to assist me. It was a total lie. How hard is it to drive to your client’s house and get him to sign a piece of paper? Actually, I don’t even need to drive, Alex is sending a car to my hotel to pick me up. I guess I like torturing myself, because I didn’t even hesitate in asking her, the words just fell out of my mouth. What’s even worse, she said yes without even thinking about it. Silly girl. If she knew the kind of thoughts I have about her, she’d be running in the other direction.
I rest my head on the steering wheel when I pull into Ethan’s driveway, Saturday morning. Hanna is staying here with her brother because her parents are away on an eight-week tour of Europe. We’re flying out at 11am. It’s only a one-hour flight, so we’ll be there by lunch time. Alex has invited us over to his place for dinner tonight, so we can sign the contract while we’re there.
I take a few deep breaths and try to calm the erratic beat of my heart before I exit the car. I’m not sure how Ethan is going to react to the news of his little sister coming away with me. Yes, it’s work related, but he of all people knows my history with women. If he’s not concerned about this weekend, then he should be.
“Hey,” I say to Ethan when I enter his house. He holds out his arm from where he’s sitting on the sofa, and I fist pump him before taking the seat beside him.
“So, what’s the go with this weekend?”
I shrug, trying my best to act cool. “What do you mean? It’s business.”
“The way Hanna was carrying on when she got home from work, you’d think you two were going on a romantic getaway, or some shit. She spent the entire morning shopping, with my wife, for new clothes to take away with her.”
“That’s crazy.”
“It’s not a romantic getaway is it?” he asks. I bow my head when he looks at me sceptically.
“What? Fuck no.” Although it’s the truth, I still feel like I’m lying to my best friend? “Women just do shit like that … you know what they’re like. Any excuse to shop.”
“You’re right,” he chuckles. “Make sure you keep an eye on her while you’re in Queensland.”
“I will.”
“You’re not sharing a room are you?”
“No. Definitely not.” That would be suicidal on my part. “I had, Shrimp, make all the arrangements.”
“Good, because I love you like a brother. It would pain me to have to kick your arse if you touched her.”
I exhale a large breath and pinch the bridge of my nose. “She’s safe with me.” Is she safe with me? How come I don’t even believe my own words?
I settle back into the sofa, as an awkward silence falls over us. Maybe I’m just paranoid, but I get the feeling Ethan see’s straight through my lies. It must be my guilty conscience because I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t let this go if he doubted what I was saying.
A few minutes later the girls enter the room. I sit forward in my seat when Hanna comes into view. Fuck, I’m a goner. She looks breathtaking. Her long hair is falling loose across her shoulders and down her back, she’s added some loose curls today, which I love. What I wouldn’t give to run my fingers through it. It’s something I’ve thought about doing for years. Without even touching it I know it’s soft. I can tell. There’s even a touch of makeup on her pretty face, which I’ve only ever seen her wear once, and that was at Ethan and Michelle’s wedding.
I’m grinning as my eyes roam down her body. She’s wearing an off the shoulder white top, that accentuates her perfect rack, and there’s a sheer tanned scarf hanging loosely around her neck. She’s paired it with dark, skin tight, denim jean and long, brown knee length boots.
She looks beautiful.
“My wife is talking to you, dickhead,” Ethan says, punching me in the arm.
Really? Because I didn’t hear a word. Peeling my eyes from Hanna, they move to Michelle. She has a smug look on her face, like she just read every dirty thought my mind just had. Fuck. “What?”
“I said you two better get going if you don’t want to miss your flight.”
“Right,” I say, standing. “Are you ready?” I ask Hanna, as my gaze moves back to her.
“I’m ready,” she says with a sweet sigh. Why do I get the feeling there’s more to what she just said?
“Great.” I reach for the suitcase that’s sitting by her feet. Fuck me. What has she got in this? Bricks? We’re only going for a weekend. “Are your entire possessions in the bag?” I chuckle as I head towards the door.
“A girl needs to be prepared,” is her only reply.
She definitely needs to be prepared around me. If I cave, she’s not gonna know what hit her. What am I talking about? I can’t even consider caving. I have way too much to lose if I do.
After placing her suitcase in the trunk, I walk around and open the passenger side door for her. “Thank you,” she whispers as she seats herself in my car. Since we’re flying home tomorrow, it was pointless getting someone to drive us to the airport. I can just leave my car there.
Once seated behind the wheel I wind my window down. Ethan and Michelle both approach. “Have a good time you two,” she says with a smile that I swear says, I know what you want to do to my sister-in-law. Or again it may just be my paranoia, or guilty conscience.
“Don’t have too much of a good time,” Ethan adds, punching me in the arm.
“That hurt, cock,” I say, rubbing my bicep.
“Pussy,” he chuckles.
I may love pussies, but I’m certainly not one.
CHAPTER 5
I can do this …
HARRISON
Once we’ve landed and collected our bags, we head outside the airport to grab a cab to our hotel. It’s a beautiful sunny day here in Queensland, and as much as I’m dreading this weekend, I’m stoked to have her here with me.
I’m pleased I got through the plane ride unscathed. Hanna spent her time flipping through a magazine she bought at the airport, and looking out the window. I on the other hand, used this time to catch a bit of shuteye. I’d hardly slept last night, worrying about this damn trip. That and the fact that I dreamt about her last night. When I woke this morning I was so hard my cock ached. Even a cold shower did nothing to relieve me. That’s when I decided to do something I hadn’t done since I was eighteen. I needed to get her out of my system if I was going to survive this weekend.
Turning the water to hot, I let the spray run over my body as I prepared myself for an unapologetic, no-holds-barred jerkoff in the shower. This was the first time we’d had a shower together in years. She frequently showered with me when my obsession with her first started, but I was just a horny teenager back then.
As the steam filled the room, I wrapped my hand tightly around my cock. Images of her perfect tits in that sexy white lace bra entered my mind as my eyes clenched shut. I imagined her unclasping her bra, freeing her breasts from their lacy prison. She smiled up at me seductively, as her hands slowly slid the straps down her arms. It was an exotic striptease at its finest. My heart started to beat rapidly as her pretty blues eyes fixated on me. I could seriously drown in her eyes. She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth as my grip on my cock tightened.
“Yes,” I groaned as her hands moved up to cup her tits, and she pinched her nipples between her forefinger and thumb.
“Harrison.” I watched on as her back arched and her face tilted towards the ceiling. I almost lost my load when a perfect little ‘O’ formed on her luscious lips. My blood ran hot as I stroked my shaft up and down with a fiery passion, all the while imagining that I was now fucking her tits. I groaned when she pushed her soft flesh together with her hands, creating a perfect
warm haven for my dick.
Moments later, her hand slid in between us and down between her legs. “Oh God,” she breathed as she used her fingers to work herself over. What gets me off more than anything, is images of her coming undone. My body shuddered at the thought. My movements quicken as she moaned loudly, bringing herself closer to the edge. What I wouldn’t give to find her masturbating in real life. Now that would be something. Just the thought of it sent tingles running down my spine.
“I’m coming, Harry,” she whimpered, and I was right there with her. My fist was flying now and a wild, uninhibited groan ripped from deep in my throat as we came together.
Why do I get the feeling that the Hanna Scott in my imagination, would be even hotter in the flesh?
Adjusting my cock in my pants, I walk around the back of the cab, trying my best to push those images from this morning out of my mind. At the time I was foolish enough to think it helped to rid her from my system, at least long enough to get through this weekend. Now I know better. It’s gonna take more than a jerkoff in the shower to get her out from under my skin. A hell of a lot more.
My need to have her is consuming me. It’s like there’s a constant tug-of-war going on in my brain. It makes me wonder if my obsession with her runs deeper than I thought. Is it possible I have actual feelings for her? I doubt it. I just want what I can’t have. That’s all.
As soon as I get to the hotel, I’m gonna hide away in my room until it’s time to go to Alex’s house.
I’m safer there … she’s safer.
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“What do you mean there’s only one room?” I say, when the lady at the reception desk checks us in.
“I’m sorry, Mr Williams, but you only booked one room.”
My gaze moves to Hanna who’s standing beside me. “I thought I booked two,” she says. I can hear from the tone of her voice she’s upset by this. That’s the last thing I want.
“It’s okay, Han,” I say, draping my arm over her shoulder. “We can just get an extra room.”
“Ordinarily I’d say yes, but unfortunately there’s a large music festival on this weekend, so all the rooms are booked. To be honest, you’ll be lucky to find a vacancy anywhere on the Gold Coast.”
“Shit.” I’m never gonna last the weekend if we’re sharing a room. “We need separate rooms,” I plead. When my gaze moves to Hanna, she’s frowning.
“I’m sorry, Sir. That’s not possible.”
I sigh as I scrub my hand over my face. “Please tell me there’s more than one bed?”
“It’s a two-bedroom apartment, so yes, there’s two beds … in separate rooms.”
Okay. I can handle that … I think.
“Alright, I guess we don’t have a choice.” My eyes dart to Hanna again, and she bows her head. “If you have any last minute cancellations, can you let us know?”
“Of course, Mr Williams. Your room number is 1608, it’s on the sixteenth floor. I hope you both enjoy your stay.”
“Thank you.” I take the key from her, sliding it into the pocket of my jeans. “Coming, Shrimp?” Picking up both suitcases, I head towards the lift. Hanna is awfully quiet on the ride up to our room, she is refusing to even look at me. “Are you okay?” I ask.
“Is the thought of sharing a room with me so repulsive?”
Her comment surprises me. “What? No! Why would you say that?” Sharing a room with her is more like my every fantasy, but I can’t exactly tell her that. She shrugs her shoulders instead of replying. Taking a step forward, I place my finger under her chin, tilting her face up to meet mine. I’m surprised by the hurt I see in her eyes. “The thought of sharing a room with you, Han, is anything but repulsive.”
“Then why did you ask her to let you know if there’s any cancellations?”
I sigh as my hand drops away from her chin. “Because I promised your brother I wouldn’t lay a hand on you.”
“What does Ethan have to do with this?”
“He’s my best friend, and he adores you. I’d never want to jeopardise that.”
“Do you want to touch me?” she asks as a smile plays on her lips. Jesus Christ. Taking a step backwards I pick up the suitcases. I’m taking the Fifth Amendment here, there’s no way in hell I’m answering that.
* * *
After we placed our stuff in the room, I told her I was going to head out and get some lunch. I couldn’t stay in the room with her … alone. I just couldn’t.
To my dismay, she said, “Let me just freshen up and I’ll come with you.” I needed some distance, but on the other hand, I didn’t have it in me to tell her she couldn’t come.
We walk a few blocks in silence. Things feel awkward between us now. We’ve never been lost for words in the past. Her question is still swimming around in my mind. Do you want to touch me? If only she knew how much. I never answered her, and I have no intentions of doing so either. Somethings are better left unsaid.
Once we’re seated in the restaurant, I pick up my menu, holding it up in front of my face. “Are you going to ignore me for the entire weekend?” she asks.
“Of course not,” I answer, looking over the top of my menu. “I’m just hungry.”
“Are you ever going to answer my question?”
“I think I just did.”
“Not that one.” She leans her body across the table before continuing. “The one I asked you in the lift,” she whispers. “Do you want to touch me, Harry?”
“Christ.” I clear my throat. “Can we change the subject?”
“No. I want to know the answer.”
“Why?”
“Why? You’re a man and I’m a woman. And don’t tell me you bat for the other team because I know you don’t.”
I chuckle as I place the menu down in front of me. “And how do you know that?”
“I’m not stupid, Harrison. You had a bit of a reputation as a ladies’ man growing up.” I’m surprised by how bitter she sounds when she said that, but she’s right, I did and still do have a reputation. What can I say? I love women. I love everything about them—pleasing them, kissing them, fucking them, and more than anything, I love hearing them scream out my name when I bring them over the edge. I’m good at what I do. I once made a woman come with just my words alone.
“There’s no point in answering that, because nothing can ever come of it.”
“Because of Ethan?”
“Right,” I say, picking my menu back up. Hopefully she gets the message that this conversation is over.
“Ethan has no say in what I do.” I lift the menu up higher to cover my face. “Harrison,” she snaps, snatching it out of my hands.
I exhale a drawn out breath. “I’m not answering that question, Hanna.”
“What if I said I wanted you to touch me?”
Her comment makes my cock jump in my pants. “You don’t play fair.”
“I want you to touch me. God do I want you to touch me, Harry.” My dicks growing harder with every word that falls out of her pretty mouth. “I’ve wanted you to touch me for so long.” She leans forward into my space, reaching for my hand. “I’ve even dreamt about you touching me.”
She drops my hand and sits back in her seat when the waitress comes to a stop beside us. I slide my hand under the table and adjust my cock in my pants. It’s so fucking hard it aches. Could this situation get any more fucked up?
“Are you ready to order?”
I nod my head because I’m not sure I could speak an audible word right now. The only thing I do know is, I can’t do this. As much as I want to, I just can’t.
CHAPTER 6
I’m not giving up …
HANNA
“I laid it all on the line, Shell,” I say as I wipe a stray tear from my eye. “I practically begged him to touch me, and he weirded out. He wouldn’t even look at me as we ate, and afterwards he sent me back to the hotel while he went for a walk. I feel stupid. You must be seeing things that aren’t there. He doesn’t want me.”
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nbsp; “Oh he wants you alright. I’ve been friends with him forever. I know him better than he knows himself. I see the way he looks at you, Hanna. He’s wanted you for years. I don’t know why he’s fighting this.”
“Ethan,” I say with a sigh. “He keeps bringing up Ethan.”
“Leave Ethan to me. No one will look after his little sis better than Harrison would. You two are perfect for each other. I know it, you know it, and deep down Harrison and Ethan know it too.”
“I shouldn’t have agreed to come. Things are going to be awkward between us now.”
“The weekends not over yet. I bet he’s staying away because he doesn’t trust himself. You need to up your game.”
“I’m not sure if I can. I don’t think I can ever look him in the eye again.”
“You can, and you will,” she snaps. As much as I love my sister-in-law, she is so bossy sometimes. “You’re a Scott, and Scott’s aren’t quitters.”
I pull my phone away from my ear and look at the time on the screen. Harrison has been gone for almost three hours. We’re supposed to be getting picked up in about an hour for dinner. I should fake a headache so I don’t have to go. Just the thought of being around him makes my humiliation intensify.
“I’m gonna go and jump in the shower. I’ll call you later.”
“Okay, Hon. You’ve got this in the bag. Just remember, men aren’t as smart as us. Sometimes they need a push in the right direction.”
My tears blend in with the warm water, as I hold my face under the spray. No matter what Michelle says, I’m not going to continue this ridiculous game. I’ve already embarrassed myself enough. Harrison probably thinks I’m pathetic. What I’m going to do, is pretend this whole mess never happened. Hopefully he can do the same.
By the time I turn off the water and reach for a towel, I’ve managed to pull myself together. I can guarantee I’m not the first person to throw themselves at his feet. I’m not sure if I’ve ever come across anyone who hasn’t fallen victim to his rugged good looks and charismatic charm. His thick, messy brown hair, his dreamy brown eyes, and the few day stubble on his perfectly handsome face. What I wouldn’t give to run my fingertips across it, or better still feel the bristles rubbing between my inner thighs. Just thinking about it is turning me on. He’d be an exceptional lover.
