“Hell no, it feels so good.”
She does it again, eliciting the same response. “Can I try something?”
“Anything,” I reply.
“Lift your arms.”
I do as she asks.
Her hands travel from my waist, up my sides, her fingertips leaving a path of heated fervor as they move over my skin. She lifts my shirt, setting it behind her. She kisses along my collarbone, down my chest. Her tongue traces over my tattoos. The moment she touches my ring, I grip her hips and pull her higher onto my hard on. I slide my hand up her body and cup her breast. I bite down on her collarbone as I rock her against me.
“Fuck,” I hiss when her fingers pull at the button to my shorts. I’m going to hate myself in the morning, but I need to say it, “Not here, baby.”
Her hand snakes into my shorts, her palm pressing against me. “Yes, here.”
HE holds me tightly. One hand cups my face, with his thumb caressing my cheek. His arm is wrapped around my back, keeping me from falling off his motorcycle. How he holds us steady with his feet planted on the ground is beyond me. I meet his gaze and see the need… the want in his eyes. It’s been there this whole time and not just now; but because of what’s about to happen. He’s looked at me this way since the first day we met. I wasn’t blind to it, just not willing to accept that I need to move on, but I am now and want to with him.
My hand grazes the dark patch of hair. My fingers trail up and down as I watch his eyes close. I lean forward, allowing his fingers to thread into my hair, and lightly pull on his nipple ring. He hisses and grips me harder. There’s so much about him that I was denying and for what? I don’t have the answer. He’s done everything he can to show me he’s in this deep and doesn’t want to hurt me. He wants to love me. I want this with him.
“Katelyn?”
“Huh, what?” I look at Jenna and Josie. Both of them have their eyebrows raised with stupid little smiles on their faces.
“Where are you?” Josie asks as she sips her coffee.
We’re finally sitting down to go over wedding stuff. Josie and Liam have set a date, right after Christmas to allow them to celebrate their first holiday as a family together. Me? I think they just want more presents. I process her question and realize I need to craft my answer carefully. I’m not willing to divulge what Harrison and I did last night.
“You’re off in la la land. Does it have to anything to do with that hunk of a man you’ve been hanging out with?” Jenna asks. I eye her up and wonder if she’s attracted to him? I can’t lie and say I’ve never been attracted to him. He’s very good looking. He’s confident in knowing he’s capable of loving me the way I need to be loved. When I finally pulled my blinders off, I saw the man who oozed sex appeal. I knew it would only be a matter of time before I’d hold him in my arms. Before I’d thread my fingers through his dark, beautiful hair. Before I’d feel him… all of him as he brought me to my peak over and over again as if it would be our last time together. The man who is so confident when he’s in the room with me that I can’t help but know his eyes are trained solely on me, regardless of how bitchy I am.
“I’m fine,” I say, trying to erase the image of Harrison and I on the motorcycle last night. Not that I plan to forget it any time soon, but this isn’t the time to let my reaction to one of the most incredibly sexy moments in my life show through. “Did you decide on colors?” I ask, hoping that I didn’t miss it.
“No, not yet,” Josie says as she opens one of the many magazines sitting on the table. I swear she has every subscription available. “I like red and Liam likes black, but I don’t know.”
“I think you should wear a red cape over your gown. It goes with your winter theme and will keep you warm.” Jenna says.
“Oh I like that idea,” I add. Josie’s gown is gorgeous and just perfect for her. Liam won’t know what hit him when she walks down the aisle.
Josie claps her hands together and writes something down. I don’t envy her. Okay, maybe I do. Mason and I had a small wedding. My parents thought I was too young to get married and wouldn’t pay for much of it and his parents paid for what they could. It wasn’t much, but it was ours, and that’s all that mattered. Honestly, I can’t see myself walking down the aisle again.
His caress his soft. He cradles me like a fragile doll, even though I’m not. I’m not going to break suddenly; at least I don’t think I will. He slides his hand from my back to my ass and pulls me forward. I rock against him. His mouth moves along my neck to my chest; placing lingering kisses as he keeps rhythm with our bodies.
My hand moves into his shorts. There’s not much room between our bodies. This would be easier on the ground or in a bed, but here… on his bike… the need to be with him is so great that I can’t stop. I won’t. I need this moment with him.
I pull his zipper down carefully, never breaking eye contact with him. His adam’s apple bobs up and down each time he swallows. He stands and the bike wobbles making me wonder if this is a smart idea after all. Harrison smiles and kisses me briefly, before pulling out his wallet. My heart skips a beat when I see the classic foil package in his hand.
“This not how I expected our first time to be,” he says. He pulls his shorts down a bit, enough to free himself. I gasp. Something in the back of my mind tells me to run, but my heart is screaming at me to stay and to give myself to the man in front of me.
“You’re prepared.”
He sits down and cups my face. “After the other day, I’ve been hopeful, but I won’t pressure you. I want you to be absolutely sure.”
“I’m positive. I want this with you.”
“Katelyn?” A hand slams down on the table making me jump.
“What?”
“I asked you a question,” Josie says.
“Sorry, what?”
“What is wrong with you?” she says. I look from her to Jenna and shake my head.
“Nothing, I’m just tired.”
“Late night?” Jenna asks.
“No, not really.” My night wasn’t long, just over stimulating. I was exhausted when I left Harrison’s house this morning. Yesterday, when he showed up at mine, I had no idea we would take our relationship to that level. Hell, I don’t even know if we have a relationship, because neither of us discussed it. All I know is if he doesn’t want me, I’m going to become a nun and lock myself away.
“Well you seem really tired,” Josie says with concern in her voice. If she only knew that sleep wasn’t something I did much last night, she’d be giddy and beside herself planning my wedding. I know she’s waiting for me to tell her that Harrison and I are together, but honestly, if we are, I want to leave it a secret for a little while longer until I can tell the girls. I’m not sure how Peyton is going to handle me dating. Hell, I’m not even sure if I’m going to handle me dating.
“Sorry, I just didn’t sleep well.” I add hoping she’ll leave it alone. “What was your question?”
“What?” she asks. Jenna starts laughing and I quickly follow. Josie has wedding on the brain and is sidetracked so easily.
“She wants to know if you’re ready for Los Angeles,” Jenna says, covering for Josie.
“Yeah, it’ll be fun,” I say. I’m hoping this trip gives Harrison and I some definition on our relationship. We have a few band things to do – if they decide I’m still going to be their manager – and we’ll be away from the prying eyes and gossip hounds of Beaumont. Something I desperately need.
“I’m so excited.”
“Only because you’ll be on that hunk of man’s arm when he walks the red carpet,” Jenna says, rolling her eyes.
“You need a man,” Josie says.
I punch her lightly in the arm. “What’s with you? First me and now Jenna? Maybe we like being single.”
Josie starts laughing. “I know for a fact you’re not single, no matter what you tell yourself, and Jenna… my dear sweet Jenna, it’s been four years. Let me find you someone.”
J
enna and I roll our eyes. Jenna hasn’t dated since she moved to Beaumont and after what she went through, I don’t think I’d date either, although someone would be hard pressed to lay a finger on her now. Liam and Harrison treat her like a sister, and that has to mean something to her.
“I don’t need a guy, Josie. I have you guys, you’re my family.”
“But what about sex?” Josie squeals. Jenna turns red and I look the other way. If we were in public, I’d be so embarrassed.
“Sex isn’t everything,” Jenna answers back and every part of me wants to yell that yes it is, but I keep quiet.
“Okay,” he says as he tears open the wrapper and sheaths himself. I scoot forward as he grabs my hips, bringing me on top of him. He moves my skirt, using it to cover us. His finger finds me again, but only briefly as he moves my panties aside and slides into me. I dig into his neck with my nails as he fills me.
“Oh fuck, Katelyn,” he says through gritted teeth. He has a firm hold on my hips as he moves me up and down. I’ve always been in control when I’m on top, but he’s clearly leading us, setting the pace.
His hand slides under my shirt, his fingers pinching my nipple. I scream out. He silences me with his mouth. “Ssh, baby.”
I don’t want to be quiet. I want to scream at the top of my lungs, because right now, that is the only way I can express myself. He slides in and out, filling me each time. He moans when I come down on him, only for him to repeat the motion. He rocks us back and forth, the friction from my panties pushes against my clit, increasing the heat in my stomach.
“Oh God,” I say against his mouth.
He increases our speed. The bike wobbles a bit but we don’t fall, although we deserve to end up in the hospital for being this stupid.
“Harrison…”
“I’m right there, baby.”
His laughter shakes my reverie. When I focus, I find him leaning up against the kitchen counter with his ankles crossed. His eyes are focused on me. Does he know what I’ve been thinking about?
He follows Liam and Jimmy into the dining room. Liam kisses Josie and I find myself wanting Harrison to do the same. But he doesn’t. He sits across from me, and it seems like a mile apart compared to how close we were last night. I fight every urge I have to leap across the table and climb onto his lap.
Jimmy pulls out the chair next to me. He sits down and places his arm on the back of my chair. I look quickly at Harrison. His lips are in a thin line, even though I know how full they are and he’s frowning. A chill runs down my spine, thinking that he’s jealous of Jimmy. It’s a little exciting I have to admit. Not that I plan on making him jealous or anything.
“What’s the plan for tonight?” Jimmy asks. It’s nice that he’s been spending more time here, but I imagine his harem of girls are getting antsy for his return.
“I’m going to curl up with a good book,” Jenna says.
“You need to curl up with a good man,” Josie adds, causing the guys to laugh. Subtlety is not her forte, apparently.
“Jenna, sweetheart, I’m a man who loves a good cuddle every now and again,” Jimmy adds his two cents. Jenna turns red and scowls at Josie, who seems oblivious. I know she means well, but not everyone is going to have that instant love like her and Liam. I shake my head at Jimmy. He’s not as smooth as he thinks he is.
“What about you, H-man, who are you doing tonight?” Jimmy asks as Harrison spits out his water all over the table and starts coughing. I have to hang onto my chair so I don’t get up and rub his back, even though that’s exactly what I want to do.
Harrison sets his water down and pounds on his chest. Liam and Josie are laughing and I suppose it’s funny, but I’m awaiting his answer. We haven’t made plans and the girls are home. Not that it makes a difference. We’ve done plenty of things together.
“My son and I are hoping to have dinner with three very beautiful women that we know.”
The room is suddenly quiet as all eyes are on me. I can feel ten sets staring me down, waiting for my answer.
I sit up straight and meet Harrison’s questioning eyes. “We’d be honored to have dinner with you and Quinn,” I say proudly. The gasps are enough to confirm that whatever Harrison and I are, the group here says we’re dating, and I’m very okay with that.
FAMILY. That is what surrounds me now. Sitting to my left is Katelyn. On my right is Josie. Nestled in my arms is Elle, who just fell and hit her head on the bleachers. Quinn stands next to Liam and Peyton while they stand along the fence cheering for Noah. I’m not a football fan, never have been. Honestly, if I had known Liam in school, I wouldn’t be his friend, but here I sit, watching a game I don’t understand and yelling as loudly as the next person because that is what family does.
It’s been just over a month since I asked Katelyn and the girls to dinner and almost every night since, we’ve eaten as a family. She’s yet to spend the night again, but we’ve found plenty of time to be a couple. At least that’s what I’m calling us. The kids haven’t said anything, even though I have a feeling Quinn knows. He’s started coming home with Peyton and Elle after school and that all but forces me to pick him up at Katelyn’s.
I’ve been told not to knock and to enter through the side door. Each time I’m greeted with a hug from Elle, half a smile from Peyton, a nod from my son and from Katelyn, I get the look that tells me she wants to rush up and kiss the shit out of me if the kids were in another room.
Every day I learn something new, and with each revelation I fear that I may be falling in love with her. It’s definitely a feeling like no other that I’ve experienced, and I’m not exactly sure how to handle it, except continue to do what I’m doing and let her lead our relationship. If that means I’m going to freeze my ass off on Saturday mornings so we can watch Noah play football, then so be it.
“Hey baby,” Katelyn says beside me. Oh how I wish she was talking to me, but since I’m holding half of her precious cargo in my arms, I know otherwise. Elle rubs her face along my sweatshirt. Her fingers are digging into the back of my neck. She fell pretty hard and even though my heart hurt for her, it soared when she opted for me instead of Katelyn to hold her. I shouldn’t gloat, but every man needs a little beauty in his life, and Elle is my princess.
“How does she look?” I ask over the top of her head. Katelyn looks worried and that concerns me. I haven’t had to deal with Quinn being hurt before, as he’s had a pretty sheltered life. Homeschooling and hanging out with my mom don’t exactly offer an abundance of mishaps. I know they went to the park often, but aside from a skinned knee, nothing too bad.
“It’s a goose-egg and black and blue. She needs ice.”
“I’ll go get some,” I offer. I put my hands on Elle’s side only for her to moan and cling onto me even tighter. “Elle, sweetie, I’m going to get you some ice for your bump.”
She shakes her head. “Mommy go.”
“Don’t you want mommy to hold you?” I ask, hoping to change the sad look on Katelyn’s face. It’s one that I don’t think even my kissing can change. Elle pulls herself tighter against my chest.
“I’ll go,” Katelyn says softly. She rubs her hand down Elle’s back before she gets up and steps down the bleachers with ease. I follow her as she walks over to Noah’s bench and asks for a bag of ice. I suppose if you’re going to have an accident like this, this is the place to do it.
“How are things going?” Josie asks as soon as Katelyn’s out of earshot.
“Things are good.”
“I heard you’ve been having dinner together.”
I laugh. “It’s just dinner. Quinn and the girls get along well and Katelyn is good company.” I don’t need Josie to be let in on what’s really going on. I know Katelyn has been talking to her, but we’ve been keeping things from the kids for a reason. It’s been at my encouragement that we ease the girls into what’s going on. I don’t want them to think I’m trying to replace their dad, because I’m not. I want to be someone that they can count on and
be there for them when they need me. Quinn – I know how he feels – it’s just a matter of time before I tell him everything.
“I like Quinn,” Elle adds for good measure.
I smile down at her and return to watching Katelyn. She’s talking to Noah’s coach.
“Shouldn’t he be coaching?” I ask just as Liam yells from his spot by the fence. The coach looks at Liam and yells something out to the players.
“Noah doesn’t like the coach.”
“I don’t think I do either.” Josie laughs. I look at Liam, who’s having an animated conversation with Peyton. She’s holding her football under her arm and waving her other one dramatically in the air.
“You’re really good with the girls, Harrison. Katelyn sees that.”
“Peyton…” I look down at Elle and shut my mouth. The last thing I want to do is talk about her sister in a way that she could take as demeaning. I want Peyton to like me, not because of her mother, but because I think she’s an amazing little girl and want to get to know her. If she’s anything like her sister, even though they’re opposites, she’s going to steal my heart too. I just have to find a way to get past the wall she’s put up.
“She’ll come around. She was so close to Mason. Everywhere he went, she was with him and for her to wake-up and have her daddy gone… she doesn’t know how to cope. Katelyn says things are getting better with Dr. Brooks.”
“Someday,” I say confidently.
Katelyn returns with the bag of ice. It took that coach long enough to give it her and I’m about to say something completely stupid, until she smiles at me as she walks up the bleachers, making me forget whatever it was. I take the bag from her as she sits down. She slips her hand up under my sweatshirt. My body stiffens as I yell out.
“Sorry,” she whispers in my ear, placing a kiss there. “My hand was cold.” My tongue is tied, so I nod and wink at her. I’ll make her pay for it when we’re in Los Angeles.
“It’s cold,” Elle says turning away from me. I have to pull her away from my body against my will, but we need to put ice on her head to keep the swelling down.
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