Tyson’s warm breath fans against my cheek and he pushes up, resting on his elbows. My face is cradled in his hands, and the tender look he's giving me melts me straight down to my soul.
Leaning forward, Tyson peppers kisses across my face while his thumbs rub soft circles against my temples. With each gentle kiss and every caress, he heals my damaged soul. I lock eyes with his. I love you, he mouths, cracking my heart wide open. Tears clog my throat, but this time I don't fight to hold them back.
“Why the tears?” His eyes are soft and curiously inviting as he swipes away my tears. “You should be smiling, baby.”
“These are happy tears,” I hiccup, lifting to graze my mouth against his. “I’m just…I just…” There are so many things I want to tell him, like how complete I feel and how it’s never been like that with anyone ever before. I want to tell him that somehow every negative feeling I had has completely dissipated, and in its place is this overwhelming amount of love that I can’t seem to put into words.
“I love you…so much," I say slowly, enunciating every word.
Tyson smiles lazily and leaning down, he kisses my nose. "I love you more,” he whispers.
"Show me." My words were meant to sound seductive. I'm not sure if I succeeded, because when Tyson's lips slide across mine and our tongues collide, I lose all train of thought.
A LOUD THUD WAKES me and I jolt upright, breathing heavily. Rubbing my sleep-ridden eyes, I look around the room trying to remember where I am when my gaze lands on a white, lacy bra hanging carelessly off the end of the bed. Harley. Throwing myself back on the pillow, I look at the ceiling, a slow smile creeping across my face.
Show me, she’d said. And I did. I spent the remainder of the night and well into the early morning hours showing her over and over how much I love her.
The smell of bacon filters through the house at the same time I hear what sounds like a wounded cat screeching to the tune of…no way. Jumping out of bed, I yank on my jeans, forgoing my boxers because I can't miss this. My eyes quickly sweep the floor for my shirt, but when I don't immediately see it, I take off quietly down the hall, cringing when that horrific sound starts back up.
Slowly I peek around the wall, and the sight that greets me about knocks me flat on my ass. Harley is standing at the counter, her messy hair piled on top of her head and my shirt from last night hangs loosely off her shoulder. She sashays her sexy little hips to I Want You To Want Me by Cheap Trick, and when the chorus comes on, Harley throws a hand up in the air and belts out the words. I wouldn't call whatever she is doing singing though, and I’m reminded that Harley has never been able to carry a tune. I flinch when she attempts to hit a high note, and then my jaw goes slack when the hem of my shirt rises with her movements and the round globes of her bare ass peek out from underneath.
Christ, she's beautiful. Her arms lower so that she can tend to the bacon frying on the stove, but she continues to sway and bump her hips to the beat of the music. My feet unconsciously move toward her, because the pull she has on me is so great that I have to be near her. My hands land on her hips, sliding down her bare thighs, and my cock swells at the same time she startles before twirling around to face me.
"You scared the shit out of me!" she scolds, trying to hold back her smile as my fingers skate up the silky skin of her thigh and under the hem of my shirt. She loses her resolve and dissolves into a fit of giggles, and my fingers trace up her sides and over her abdomen. Her tight little body curves into mine and I relish the sound of her tinkling laughter as it bounces around the room. She jerks back, trying to get away from my wandering hands, but there is no way in hell I'm ever letting her go.
"Stop!" she yells, choking out a laugh. "I ca—I can't breathe," she gasps, tears of laughter rolling down her face. My fingers trail a little bit higher and when they meet the warm flesh of her breasts, I squeeze gently, rubbing my thumb across her taut nipples. She whimpers, the amusement draining from her face, and then wipes the wetness out of her eyes right before they flash bright with desire.
I nuzzle my nose against her neck, breathing in her sweet vanilla scent. "I didn't mean to startle you, I just couldn't resist." She purrs, tilting her head to the side, offering me her neck. I nibble and suck the soft skin, smiling when I feel goose bumps prickle underneath my mouth and hands. It floors me to know that my touch can create such an immediate response from her body.
“I’m making bacon,” she says on a breathy moan.
I shake my head and murmur, “I don’t want bacon. I want you.”
She chuckles, stepping forward so we’re chest to chest. I wrap one arm around her back, grip her ass in the other hand, and pull her against me. I grind my erection against her apex and watch as she sucks in a deep breath and holds it. Reaching around me, she tucks her hands in my back pockets, holding me against her so that she can rub her core against my zipper. My hand slides down the back of her ass and when my fingers meet the soft, wet skin of her sex, she drops her head to my shoulder, a soft groan falling from her mouth.
“You’re soaked." I slide my middle finger over her swollen clit and then back to her entrance where I stop, teasing her with the tips of my fingers. She pulls back, her hooded eyes full of desire. Her tongue licks a slow path along her bottom lip.“You’re very perceptive this morning, Dr. Grawe," she says, her voice low and husky. Sonofabitch. She called me Dr. Grawe. My cock swells against her belly and a triumphant little grin spreads across her face.
“Are you wanting to role play, Nurse Thompson?” I ask, sliding two fingers deep inside of her. Her hips buck against my hand and I twist my fingers, rubbing the swollen tissue that I know will make her squirm.
“Oh God!” she grunts, her eyes rolling back into her head right before her lids drift shut. I increase my pace, pumping faster and harder in sync with her gyrating hips. She reaches behind me, grips my hair, and tugs. “I need you.” Her words tear right through me and my cock swells even more, throbbing against my jeans, threatening to bust through. Reaching up with my free hand, I cup the nape of her neck, drawing her mouth to mine. “I need you too, baby.”
“Now,” she pants, her fingers digging into my shoulders. Her body squirms against mine as though she’s trying to climb me like a tree. “I need you now.”
Well, shit. She doesn’t need to tell me twice, and she sure as hell doesn’t need to beg. I pop the button on my jeans and yank the zipper down, pushing the faded material over my hips, letting it pool at my feet. Harley’s eyes roam my body and she licks her lips, gripping the hem of my shirt as she tugs it over her head.
Holy shit! This woman is a fucking goddess.
Reaching behind her, I flick off the burner to the stove. The bacon can wait…right now the only thing making my mouth water is the thought of sinking deep into Harley’s tight pussy.
With one hand buried inside of Harley, I use my free hand to grip my aching cock. Her eyes widen with surprise and flick to mine before she looks back down, where she stops to watch as I stroke myself in a slow, fluid motion. Her eyes cloud over and she squeezes her thighs around my hand, trying to rub them together.
“Turn around.” Her mossy eyes snap to mine and she sucks her bottom lip into her mouth. She stands there for several seconds without making a move, just staring at me. “Harley, turn around,” I demand softly. This time she obeys and then leans forward, splaying her hands out on the counter. I walk up behind her, pressing my front against her back, and she inhales quickly, her body jerking as though I startled her. Something inside of me cracks.
“Are you okay?” I ask, needing to know that I didn’t frighten her. She looks at me over her shoulder and nods once, her eyes trailing hungrily down my body as if trying desperately to see what I’m doing behind her. “Good. If you want—”
“Tyson?” she interrupts, pushing her hips back against mine.
“Hmm?” I can’t talk. I can’t form one goddamn word when she grinds that creamy white ass against my pelvis.
“What I
want,” she pauses, “is for you to put that,” she says, glancing down at my rigid cock, “in me.” Her words stun me into silence and I watch in awe as she wiggles her ass against my crotch. “Now would be good.”
I bring my hand down against her butt and she squeals at the quick slap. Her skin instantly flushes a deep red where my hand made contact and I rub it in slow, smooth circles. Leaning forward, my mouth grazes her ear. “You’re a demanding little thing today, aren’t you?” She shifts on her feet and drops her head when I suck her earlobe into my mouth and bite down.
If I had any sense about me—which I don’t, because every last drop of blood in my body is pooled between my thighs—I’d take a moment and appreciate Harley in all her naked glory. I mean, for Christ’s sake, the woman is fucking delectable. She’s buck-ass naked in the middle of the day, propped against the counter, offering herself to me on a fucking silver platter. My control snaps when I see her slide her hand down her stomach, stopping when she reaches her throbbing clit.
Lining myself up at her entrance, I thrust at the same time she slams her hips back, and I’m completely engulfed in her tight heat.
“Fuck,” I groan, at the same time she dislodges her hand from between her legs and slaps her palms against the counter. My hands keep her seated against me and I close my eyes, trying to calm my body. She’s got me wound so tightly that it’s taking every ounce of control I have to keep from blowing my load.
“Yes. Fuck. That’s good. Let’s go with that.” My hands are gripped tightly around her hips, and once again, the words coming out of her smart little mouth are my complete undoing. Suddenly, I can’t claim her fast enough.
I grip one of her thighs, lifting it to get a better angle as I start pounding against her. With each thrust, I burrow myself deeper and deeper, and her soft moans are doing nothing but fueling my fire.
Dropping her leg, I reach my hand around to rub her swollen clit. Her breath hitches as I stroke the tender bud, which continues to swell as my hips slam against hers. The loud slap of skin against skin fills the air, drowning out her hoarse pleas. Without dislodging our connection, she pushes upright, letting her arms fall behind her head until they drape around my neck.
Her porcelain skin is on display, and she hums low in her throat when I trail hot, wet kisses across her bare neck. “Nothing has ever felt as good as being wrapped up inside of you.” Her head drops back on my shoulder, her soft pants fanning the side of my face. Her body clenches, squeezing me tight, and I curse. “Does that turn you on?” I pause after thrusting hard. “Do you like it when I talk to you?”
She nods jerkily against my shoulder. I watch as her lips part and a crimson flush creeps up her heaving chest. “You’re an angel, Harley.” I feel a quiver start deep inside of her pussy and it triggers a deep ache in my spine. “Your body is heaven on earth. It’s a fucking shrine, Harley, and I’m going to worship it every day for the rest of my life.”
“Please,” she groans, looking at me through lust-filled eyes. My mouth captures hers, drinking in every pant and cry as my hips flex, thrusting against hers several more times. I increase the pressure of my fingers against her clit and rub vigorously. I feel her body tense against mine, and when I slide my hand back to feel my cock sliding in and out of her pussy, she falls apart. Her body convulses, trembling against mine, and I thrust against her once more before groaning out my own release. Her body goes slack against mine and I wrap my arms around her, whispering sweet words into her neck in between kisses.
I love you.
That was perfect.
You’re so beautiful.
“I AM SO MAD.”
Rolling over onto my side, I slide my hand around until it reaches Harley’s warm body. Wrapping my arm around her waist, I tug her against me, nuzzling my nose into her soft hair. The faint sound of giggling rings in my ears, but I’m so damn tired I can’t talk myself into caring enough to look and see where the sound is coming from.
Harley wore me out today. This girl is a fucking tiger in the sack. My dick is probably going to hurt for days, but I don’t give a shit because it was worth it…she was worth it. After our afternoon romp in the kitchen, we ate dinner and then I ate dessert…off of Harley. It was the best fucking dessert of my entire life. Then, we curled up together on her living room floor and fell asleep watching our favorite childhood movie The Goonies.
“Shhh…” I hear someone whisper way off in the distance.
“I am. I’m so mad. I can’t believe this, Quinn!” This time the voice seems closer, but I don’t have time to think about it because Harley stretches her lithe body and rolls over beneath my arm. She buries her head under my chin and I shiver when her soft hand slides up my stomach and settles on my chest.
“Get up. Get up. Get up. Get up. Get up.” Stretching my arm out, I let it flop across my face. “Get up. Get up. Get up. Get up.” Harley rolls out of my arms and I groan at the loss of her warm body against mine.
“I’m so mad at you, mom!” My eyes snap open when a sharp jab hits my ribs. Pushing up on my elbow, I rub my face.
“I’m mad at you too!” Looking up, I find myself face-to-face with a fuming Max. My gaze wanders to Harley, my mind still trying to wake up enough to understand what’s going on. Her wide eyes glance nervously down to my naked chest and…that’s all it takes. Sitting up, I tighten the blanket around my stomach, praying to God that Max—or Quinn—didn’t see more than they should have.
Please let me have pants on.
Please let me have pants on.
Shifting my legs I feel the harsh scratch of my jeans against my skin and I sigh with relief.
“This is great,” Quinn says, pulling her phone out of her pocket. Harley growls at her and Quinn throws her hands up in defeat as Max continues to stare daggers at us.
“I can’t believe you guys!”
Harley kneels in front of him, gripping his hands in hers, and he jerks away. Fuck. I probably just scarred the little dude for life. Granted, we weren’t doing anything but sleeping, but judging by the frown on his face, he isn’t happy about what he walked in on.
“Max, honey—”
“You camped out without me!” he yells, looking between Harley and me. “You had a campout, and I wasn’t invited!” Max’s little hands are balled into fists and they’re planted firmly on his hips. Throwing my head back, I laugh, relief washing through me. He wasn’t upset about finding me asleep with his mom, he’s upset because he thinks we were camping out and he was missing out on the fun.
“Max, this was not a campout.” Some of the anger drains from his face and he drops his arms to his sides. Harley looks at me, her eyes begging me not to screw this up.
“It’s not?” he asks.
“Heck no!” I shake my head. “I don’t camp out with girls.”
“Because they have cooties?” he asks hopefully.
I nod once, chuckling when Harley scoffs at Max’s ‘cootie’ comment. “That, and because I only camp out with really big, strong men, like you.”
Max’s eyebrows shoot to his hairline and he licks his lips, his big brown eyes bouncing from my face to Harley’s several times. He offers me a slow smile. “Y-you would camp out with me?”
My stomach hardens and my heart stomps wildly in my chest when I consider the fact that Max has never had another guy ask him to go camping. Shit, I use to love to go camping when I was his age. Some of the best memories I have with my dad and brother are of us pitching a tent in the backyard and roasting marshmallows over the fire pit while my dad told us scary stories. I know I’m not his dad, but I love this little boy, and I can tell deep in my heart that this is a pivotal moment between the two of us.
“You bet your as—er, butt I would!” Harley slaps my arm at my word fumble. “There isn’t anyone else I would want to go camping with.”
“Not even my mom?” he asks quickly, bouncing up and down on his toes.
“Nope,” I say, glancing at Harley and winking, “not even her.�
� I scrunch my nose as though the thought of camping with Harley disgusts me, and Max erupts in a fit of giggles right before he throws himself against my chest. Two little arms wrap around my neck, and for a split second I’m stunned still. Then I do the only thing I really want to do…I hold him.
“Thanks, Ty,” he says sincerely against my neck, right before he wrenches free from my arms. Jumping to his feet, he takes off down the hall.
“Wait! Where are you going?” I yell after him.
“To get my sleeping bag!” he hollers back.
Harley laughs, reaching her arms out to pull me against her. “That was so sweet of you,” she says, kissing the side of my neck.
“Sweet isn’t the right word,” Quinn quips. “More like sexy as fucking hell. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to rip your clothes off as badly as I do right now.”
I grin, waggling my eyebrows suggestively as I look at Quinn. “So you’ve thought about ripping them off before?” I ask, cocking my head to the side. Harley’s head whips back and she glares at Quinn, pointing a finger at her.
“Quinn…” Harley warns with a smile.
“What?” she asks innocently. “He’s fucking hot. Of course I’ve thought about ripping his clothes off. In fact,” she pauses, a mischievous grin spreading across her face as she kneels down to whisper so only Harley and I can hear her, “how do you guys feel about a ménage?”
“I—” Harley throws a hand across my mouth before I can finish.
“I don’t even want to hear what you have to say,” she scolds. I know she isn’t really upset because her bright eyes are smiling and I can see a grin tugging at the corner of her mouth. Removing her hand, she kisses me softly before turning to Quinn. “And that would be a ‘no,’ in case you were wondering.” She high-fives her friend before grabbing the blanket off the floor to fold it. “But nice try.”
Quinn curtsies, shooting me a wink as she walks toward the kitchen. Reaching out, I grab the folded quilt from Harley and leaning down, I kiss her cheek and whisper, “I was only going to say that there was no way in hell I was willing to share you.”
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