by Alex Wolf
“Okay.” Our lips collide, and my hips speed up, fucking her harder and faster.
“Shit, Cole.” My name trails away as she seizes up on me, and her hot pussy clamps down on my dick. Her entire body trembles as the orgasm peaks through her toned, lithe body.
I push up against her, smashing her up against the wall.
“Harlow.” It’s the only thing I can say against her neck. It’s all too much. I shove her down on me as I thrust up into her and my cock kicks. Hot jets of come shoot into the depths of her and it feels like it lasts forever as every muscle in my body constricts all at once.
I grunt and come inside her, over and over until it spills out the sides at the base of my shaft. I collapse forward, my mouth on her neck. Both of us pant, all sweaty and sticky and exhausted, like what we did just took everything out of us.
“Fuck, that was…” I can’t even finish my sentence I’m so spent.
“Yeah.” She turns around and smiles at me.
I’ve never come inside another woman, but I don’t regret one second of it with Harlow. She’s different. She’s it for me, I just know it.
Goddamn, her smile. It warms my heart looking at it, how elated she looks right now. I don’t want anything more than to make Harlow happy. I push her dress back down over her hips.
I know what we just did was reckless as fuck, but I don’t care. It’s her and only her. She’s the only woman I ever want to be with—ever. I can tell by looking at her she feels the exact same way.
I still can’t believe how territorial she was, and the way she grabbed my dick at the table. I really believe she would tear it off. She wasn’t bluffing at all. Holy fuck, she’s possessive as shit. It’s fucking awesome.
It makes me feel bad she went through that, and I make a mental note to never let it happen again. I guess I’ll really need to look at some things and maybe make some adjustments with how I interact with people. It was nothing to me, nothing unusual, but clearly it mattered to her.
I don’t want her to ever look at me like that again. I don’t want her to ever be disappointed in me, or jealous, even if it made my heart come alive. She doesn’t deserve to be put through that.
I reach down and take her hand in mine, then use my free hand to lift her chin so she’s staring at me.
“I’m sorry. It won’t happen again, the thing with the girls.”
“Okay.” She nods a little, like she’s embarrassed at how she behaved.
I shake my head right at her. “Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“You know what, you were right. It was a legitimate concern and you had every right to feel that way. I’ll make some changes when it comes to fans approaching me. We can talk about it, together.”
“Thank you.”
I kiss her full on the lips and it grows hot and heavy again, quickly. I take her hand. “I don’t want you to ever feel uncomfortable like that again. I won’t let it happen. Come on.”
“We going back out there? To hang out with Dex and Abby?”
I shake my head. “No, we’re going to your place. I’m not done fucking you.”
Her grin grows wider. “Why my place?”
“My mom’s staying at mine.”
Her eyes bug out. “Wait, what?”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Cole Miller
We get to her place and all I want to do is fuck her again, but I know we need to talk. As much fun as it is, solving problems with sex—it’s not a real solution. It’s just a temporary fix, no matter how much fun make-up sex is. Usually, I wouldn’t give a fuck about anything like this, but I really really like this woman.
I think it might even be more than like. It’s too soon to say it, but fuck me if I don’t feel it.
The whole car ride to her place is silent. She sits there, staring straight ahead. Is she upset about my mom being at my place? We head up the elevator to her apartment, get off, and walk to her door. I can practically see her biting her tongue, and I know what’s coming the second we walk inside and she shuts the door.
It happens.
I brace for it, with her behind me. But she says nothing.
Finally, I turn around and she’s standing there, staring at me. Is she waiting for me? Since when has Harlow Collins ever been quiet about anything in her damn life?
Maybe we’ll just fuck then. Maybe that’s what she wants. I start toward her and a hand pops up when I’m halfway there. She just holds a finger up.
I shrug. “What the fuck’s going on here?”
Her jaw clenches and her arms fold over her chest again. Her face is turning red.
“What is it? The women? I told you what happened. I told you I’ll make adjustments. Thought we were going to talk about it?”
She shakes her head. “Fucking men.” She turns like she’s going to head for the kitchen.
I grip her by the arm. “What? My mom?”
She whips back around. “Uhh, yeah.” She stops herself. “No, you know what? It’s not my business.”
What is her deal? “Yeah it is.”
Her eyes widen. “What?”
I take a step toward her. “You and me, this.” I wag a finger between us. “It’s fucking real. It’s happening. So my business is your business, and your business is my business.”
She looks like she wants to punch me in the face, but at the same time there’s a spark in her eye. It’s like she wants to give in so damn bad, just dive head-first into us, but she’s holding back. Maybe it has been too fast. Maybe we’re speeding ahead of things, but I don’t think so.
“Fucking men.” She shakes her head again.
“What does that even mean?”
She finally takes a step right at me. “It means you tell me your mom is staying with you. You drop that bomb on me in the middle of a closet and then don’t say shit else the whole car ride? And it’s not like a mom you’ve known your entire life. It’s the mom who gave you up twenty some years ago and just now showed up out of nowhere.”
I shrug, clueless. “So you want to what? Talk about it? She’s just staying at my place for a bit. It’s no biggie.”
Harlow nods, a huge, exaggerated, sarcastic nod. “Uhh yes. That’s the definition of a big fucking deal, Cole.”
“I don’t see why. I have a huge house and more money than I could possibly ever spend. Why would I care if I help her out a little or make her comfortable? Maybe nobody ever did that for her before, and that’s how she ended up the way she is.”
Harlow walks over and pours herself a glass of wine, but I think she just does it so she can take time to think about things. Maybe even to get away from me for a little bit.
“Do you have a problem with it?” I follow her over there.
She shakes her head and reaches out for my arm. “Of course, I don’t. And I totally understand, I really do. I promise. But I don’t feel like…” She pauses, like she’s trying to think of the exact words she wants to use. “It’s hard to say these things because I don’t want to upset you. And if your mom coming back into your life is a great thing for you, I’m all for that. It’s just moving fast, and I-I feel like you might be handing over a little too much trust too soon.”
I sit back and sigh. I mean, she’s right somewhat, this thing has moved fast. But, still, it’s just a condo. I could buy twenty of them if I wanted. “I understand your concern.”
“I don’t feel like you do. And I care about you, so damn much. If I’m being honest, I don’t want to care about you as much as I do. My life would be infinitely easier if I didn’t. But I can’t help how I feel.”
“I know.” I look away. “It’s the same for me. I just don’t get this thing with my mom. I don’t get the danger. Like I said, it’s just a place to stay for a bit, and it’s nothing I really care about. She could rip the place apart and I would just call someone to fix it and stay at a hotel. Like, sure it’d be a little annoying, but I doubt she’s having Led Zeppelin over for an all-night rager anyway
.”
“It’s not about money or a place to stay.” She shakes her head at me, and I don’t know if I’ve ever seen her look this raw or exposed. She walks up and puts a palm on the side of my face. “There are things going on with this, and I don’t think you realize them. Psychological things. I just want you to be careful.”
I lean into her hand because fuck, she feels so damn good when she touches me. “I’m fine. She can’t fuck up my head more than it already is.”
“Just be careful, please. I’ll back whatever you do, you know that, right?”
“I know.” I nod. “Thank you.”
“Now, shut the fuck up and kiss me.”
I don’t hesitate and do exactly what she says. My hands roam down to her dress. I still can’t believe I came inside her earlier at the club. It might’ve lasted a total of two minutes, but it was the best fucking two minutes of my life. Nothing else has ever compared.
“I know you hate wearing suits, Miller, but Jesus fuck it does things to me.” She grips me by the tie and backs me toward the couch.
“Maybe I’ll wear them more often, for you.”
Like always, I reverse and spin her right before we crash into each other. She likes to pretend she wants control, but I know it’s just to make me fight back even harder. We fall into the couch and I’m between her legs, grinding my cock against her as I kiss down her neck.
“You like this fucking suit, huh?”
“God yes.” She squeaks out the last word when I bite down on her collar bone.
I don’t know why, but Harlow Collins writhing beneath me, struggling against me, it drives me fucking insane. I reach up and yank my tie out from around my collar.
Harlow’s eyes widen when she sees it.
“Want me to wear suits more often?” I say the words through my teeth and watch her reaction.
Her pulse speeds up on her neck. Her whole body squirms beneath me.
I shove her arms up over her head and make quick work of wrapping my tie around them. Once I’m done, I pin her arms back with it.
“Fuck, Cole.”
There’s nothing I want more than to come inside her again. I shouldn’t have done it earlier, because now condom sex will never be the same.
I yank her dress up to her waist and shove two fingers deep inside her, with her arms still pinned down above her head.
Her entire body arches up into the air at the sudden intrusion.
“So fucking wet, Harlow. Is this what the suit does for you?”
She nods, trying to hide a grin.
“You want me to wear suits more, like a man? Fuck you like a powerful man? Is that what you want from me?”
“God, I’m so turned on right now, Cole.”
I work her clit with my thumb and fuck her as deep as I can with my fingers. I pull them out of her, and she’s soaked. I lean down next to her ear, her arms still yanked all the way back, and I grin against the side of her head.
My hand roams up to both of her breasts and I squeeze her tits hard in my hand. “You like to be grabbed like this? Roughed up? Unable to fight back?”
“Fuck you.”
“Is that a yes?” I pinch her nipple through the dress fabric, hard.
She does her best not to yelp. “All you do is talk.”
“I think you like the way I’m talking to you, teasing you.” I run my hand back down to her pussy and slide my fingers through her slick folds. Once they’re properly lubricated, I move down to her ass and press my fingers up against it.
Harlow bucks and thrashes.
“Cole…” She can’t say more than that, because she’s damn near out of breath.
“I might fuck this ass if I want. There’s nothing you could do about it.” I push one finger in about knuckle deep.
Her ass clenches around my finger so hard I might have trouble getting it out. “Holy. Fuck. Cole.”
“Have you ever had a dick in here, Harlow?” I ease my finger in a little farther.
“N-n-no.”
My cock is already hard, and when she says that it gets so fucking stiff it’s painful.
“I’ll be the first then, and the last.” I ease in a little farther and she jolts again, but then starts to relax, loosening up a little. “Look at you. So fucking dirty.”
“You’re. Killing. Me.” She sounds so needy, like she’s barely hanging on.
I brush a finger over her clit and her entire body shudders.
“Ass-hole!” She says the word on a groan, emphasizing each syllable.
I push my finger even farther into her, then whisper in her ear. “Not right now, but sometime, when you don’t expect it. I will fuck your ass. I want everything. You belong to me. Only me.” I pull my finger out and work slow circles around her clit. “Now, you’re going to come all over my dick.”
Her hips rise and fall from the couch at the slightest touch. She’s so responsive, more than she’s ever been. I yank her wrists back even harder and tie them to a leg on the end table. I work my way down her, sucking, licking, biting at her tits, nipping at her neck, like I can do any goddamn thing I want with her body. She’s mine. Every fucking inch of her.
I stand up, leaving her completely exposed from the waist down as I make a show of rolling my sleeves up my forearms. I can’t stop staring at those light blue eyes, full of need, then down at her sweet pussy with a thin little strip of hair, her folds glistening she’s so damn hot and wet.
I want to bury my face between her legs and just torture her for hours, but I can’t. My cock’s so hard I might come in my pants any second. The more I stare at her pussy the more my nostrils flare, with nothing but pure, unadulterated need. I need to be inside her or I might fucking die, might combust internally.
“Cole.” She drags out my name on a needy moan. “Fuck me. I need it now.”
“Not until I say.”
She struggles with her arms, trying to get my tie off her wrists. “Please.”
“God, I love when you beg for my dick.”
“Come inside me. I need you.”
I don’t know what the deal is with that phrase, it’s like a trigger for me apparently. The second she says it, my body comes alive even more; I need her, now. It’s so fucking hot, and primal, and raw. The second she says it, it’s like I have to have her, right then, like some kind of Pavlovian response built in over millions of years of evolution. It makes me want to put a child in her belly, even though that’s the last possible thing I should want right now. But I do. I want everything when it comes to Harlow.
Her eyes widen the second she sees my face after she says it.
I don’t even bother with my belt, I just unzip my slacks, pull my cock through the gap, and I’m on top of her. I can’t wait. I don’t have time to worry about taking off pants and other shit getting in my way. The only thing I want is my cock inside her, as fast as humanly possible.
“Holy shit.” She digs her heels into my ass on the first thrust, trying to pull me even farther into her. “You’re so deep. Shit.”
“Fuck, you feel so good.” I hook an arm around one of her legs and shove it back toward her and fuck into her even harder and deeper. Our foreheads press together, and I stare right into her eyes. It’s like we have an entire conversation with no words.
We were just made to fit together like this, two long lost puzzle pieces finally united.
I angle up into her to hit that spot inside her just right and her heels dig into me even harder, so hard they might draw blood, but I don’t give a fuck. The longer it goes on, the harder and deeper I go. I want to be where no one has ever been. I want to fill her like she’s never been filled.
It’s not rough, it’s just—passionate. It’s like we’re one person right now. It’s like we’re—making love instead of fucking.
“I’m so close, Harlow.”
She nods against my head. “Me too,” she whispers.
Her moans grow louder, and I can feel an epic orgasm building inside both of us. There’
s an energy humming between us. At the last second, I drive into her as far as I can, all my weight pressing down on her, and her slick walls clamp around me.
“Fuck, Cole.” Her back arches her tits up into my chest and I blow inside her.
It won’t stop; the longest orgasm of my life by far. I just keep coming, wave after wave, and I keep all my weight on her, to make sure I’m as deep as possible, making sure she takes every last fucking drop. Her pussy contracts and she squeezes me even harder, milking the last bit from me.
After a few seconds, I’m still on top of her, balls-deep inside her and I never want to come out. We both pant, heavily, both of us with sweaty foreheads stuck to one another.
I just sit there for a long moment, staring into her eyes. “Thank you.” I don’t know why I say it, but I do. It feels like when she told me to come inside her, I don’t know, it’s like a gift she’s giving me, a trust.
She whispers, “You’re welcome.”
Finally, I lean back just slightly, so our faces are mere inches apart. I brush a few wayward strands of hair from her face and stare into her eyes, and I can’t stop it. I can’t stop the words that form on my lips, and I mean every single bit of what I say. “I love you, Harlow.”
Her eyes stay locked on mine, like she’s searching for the truth in them, looking for validation, and I have no doubt she’ll find it. I’m one hundred percent, head-over-heels in love with this woman beneath me, and I’m not going to fucking pretend I’m not. I want her to know. I want the whole goddamn world to know.
Her hand comes up to my face and her palm caresses my cheek. “I love you too.”
Our lips collide once more, but it’s just a soft, heartfelt kiss. There’s no tongue, no roaming hands, just two pairs of lips meeting in the middle, never wanting to leave one another.
I finally pull back, just a fraction of an inch. “We’re doomed, aren’t we?”
She grins and nods. “Yeah, we definitely are. And I don’t give a fuck.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Harlow Collins
