Swept Away: A Small Town Romance (The Moore Brothers Book 3)

by Abby Brooks

  “Sit down,” said Juliet as Harry pushed his chair back from the table. “You cooked. The very least I can do is clean.”

  Juliet padded around the kitchen in her bare feet, pausing to run a hand up Ian’s arm as she collected his plate, or to trail a finger across his shoulders as she bent to grab another dirty dish. Ordinarily, Harry would roll his eyes at their very overt way of loving each other, but after knowing Willow, knowing what it meant to always want to be in contact with her, Harry didn’t find it quite as eye-rollable.

  In fact, it only made him want to run upstairs and be with Willow while she got dressed. Maybe give her a little input on what color panties she should put on. Those white ones from last night had looked so good on her tight little body, it made him wonder what other bits of lingerie she had and what other colors would look good on her. Or off of her.

  Well, hell. So much for having room in his pants.

  Wouldn’t you know, Willow chose just that very moment to bound into the kitchen, her hair swept up into a messy bun, wearing the teeny-tiniest little shorts and a loose—though slightly sheer—white top. Her long legs looked even longer in a pair of high-heeled boots. As fantastic as she looked right now, all Harry could think about was getting her out of those clothes. He wanted her naked body pinned underneath him. He wanted to slide himself into her, watch her eyes widen in that combination of pain and ecstasy as he buried himself up to the hilt and thrusted even deeper inside her.

  Shit. He wasn’t going to be able to stand for the entire day. He adjusted himself under the table and did his best to focus on his brother until his penis was under control.

  “You ready?” she asked.

  “More than you know,” he replied, doing his best to ignore the questioning look Ian shot him.

  Juliet turned off the water in the sink. “You guys go have a good day. I’ll finish up these dishes.” She met Willow’s eyes. “Oh, and Willow? Harry can have you today, but tomorrow, you and I have a mani/pedi appointment. Because, you know, I’m getting married in a couple days and the whole reason you’re here is to be with me because you’re my maid of honor. You know. Nothing big.”

  Willow rushed across the room to hug her friend. “I can’t wait. We’ll make a day of it. We’ll get our nails did. And our hair did. And we’ll have some drinks. Maybe go shopping. Whatever you want!”

  Harry knew the whole reason Willow was here was for the wedding. He knew he shouldn’t feel selfish about who she spent her time with. In fact, he even knew that he should be grateful that Juliet had been so cool about Willow spending so much time with him in the first place. That didn’t change the fact that he was, in fact, very disappointed to realize that tomorrow was for Juliet and not for him.

  All the more reason to make today as memorable as fuck, he told himself as he led Willow out into the bright morning.

  “Nice,” Willow said as she stepped off the porch and bounded over towards the Jeep he kept around for days he didn’t want to take the GTO out. “I was kind of afraid you were gonna bring the car you restored. I mean, it’d make a great story, learning to drive in a car like that, but I didn’t want to be the one who, I don’t know, shredded the gear box or something.”

  “Shredded the gear box?”

  “I don’t know. I thought that sounded appropriately car-ish and dreadful.”

  “Sure. Let’s pretend any of that makes sense.” Harry smiled broadly. “It’s gorgeous again. I figured we could take the soft top off the Jeep if you want.”

  “You said it’s the best feeling ever, right? Top down, sun shining, and music up?”

  “All while sitting next to a beautiful woman…” Harry said, mostly because he liked the way she scrunched up her nose when he embarrassed her.

  “Or a hot guy.” Willow bit her lip. “Works either way, I guess.”

  Harry opened the passenger door for her. “I’ll drive us to a parking lot, where there’s lots of room for you to learn…”

  Willow silenced him by stepping into his space, pressing her perky little tits against his chest and looking up at him with those big blue eyes of hers. She hooked a finger into his belt loops and pulled him even closer, as if simply being near him wasn’t enough for her. God knows it wasn’t enough for him.

  He slid both his hands up her cheeks and into her hair, angling her face so that when he brought his lips to hers, it was the most perfect angle for the most perfect kiss with the most perfect girl on the most perfect day. She opened her mouth to him, releasing his belt loops to slide her hands up his back, where she curved her fingers and dug ever so slightly into his shoulders. It was intense, not at all painful, and hot as hell.

  “Careful,” he said, only pulling back far enough to give himself room to speak. “Or you might not get that driving lesson today.”

  “Oh I’ll get a driving lesson,” she whispered, trailing her fingers down his back. “But I also fully intend to get something else you promised me last night.” And then she grabbed his ass with both hands and gave a little squeeze. “Just as I thought. Perfection.”

  Two could play at that game. He grabbed her ass and pulled her towards him. “No way. This right here in my hands is perfection.” He slid his hands down until he felt the skin of her upper thighs. “And these are the creme de la creme of all female legs of all time.” He leaned in to whisper into her ear. “I can’t wait to have them wrapped around me.”

  Without waiting for a response, he pulled away and held the door open. Helped her into the passenger seat and hoped that he had managed to leave her just as hot and bothered as she had left him. One look at her heaving chest and hooded gaze as he climbed into the driver's seat told him that he didn’t have to worry. She most definitely wanted him as much as he wanted her.

  They filled the ride out to Walmart with conversation about family. From the sound of it, Willow’s parents were incredibly supportive of her life as a dancer and all the sacrifices that came with it.

  “I don’t know what they would have done if I’d turned out just to be a normal person,” she said, her elbow resting on the back of his seat, her fingers twirling in his hair.

  “A normal person?” He turned to her, laughing. “You aren’t a normal person?”

  “No, silly. I’m not. I’m a dancer and we, as a rule, are very much abnormal.”

  “I mean, I see two arms, two legs. A great set of legs, might I add. You breathe. Your heart beats. I bet you’ve got dreams and wishes and desires somewhere in there. I wouldn’t be surprised to learn that you sleep at night and are most active during the day. Sounds pretty normal to me.”

  “Right. All of that is true. But, the sacrifice. The dedication. The hours and hours spent in the studio. I mean, my job is literally to chase perfection, knowing the whole time that perfection is unattainable.” Willow swallowed hard and shrunk into her seat, wrapping one arm around her stomach. “There’s a statistic, and who knows if it’s true, but they say for every one day I don’t take a class, it takes two days to get back to where I was. So, I’m always pushing. Always working. It’s a good thing I love to dance.”

  “That must be very stressful. Feeling outside of society. Feeling like you can’t take even a single day off.”

  “Eh.” Willow waved her hand and straightened. “It can be. But not today. Today I am sitting next to one hell of a good looking guy, with the sun beaming down from above and the ocean doing its beautiful thing, what with all the glinting and glittering, and I’m finally going to learn how to drive!”

  Harry pulled into the Walmart parking lot a few minutes later and traded seats with Willow. “Okay. So. Go is the right pedal. Stop is the left pedal. This big wheel in your hands points the car in the direction you want to go. And just be sure not to point the car at anything that will dent the bumper and we should be good.”

  “Harry! This is serious! You’ve gotta give me real instructions.”

  “Sweetheart, those are the real instructions. This thing is an automatic, so other th
an go, stop, and steer, there isn’t much more to it than that. Just put the car in gear here…” He showed her the gearshift. “And then very slowly give her some gas until you get the feel for how to work the pedals.”

  Somehow, she looked even tinier than usual, sitting behind the wheel of his Jeep, this look of utter concentration increasing the intensity in her eyes. “Do I use one foot or two?” she asked.

  “What?”

  “Does each pedal get a foot or do I just use one foot to work them both?”

  Harry couldn’t help but laugh. “You just use your right foot. Don’t worry so much, Willow. You’ll be fine. You’ll see.”

  A few minutes later, and Willow was laughing maniacally as she maneuvered around the parking lot of the Bliss Walmart. “I can’t believe I’m really driving!”

  Harry chuckled in response. Her max speed up to this point had been about thirteen miles per hour. “You think you’re ready to hit the road?”

  Willow hit the brakes and the Jeep lurched to a stop, flinging them both forward against their seat belts. She twisted in her seat to face him. “You think I’m ready? Wait. Isn’t that illegal? Do you think I can do it?” She turned and put both hands on the wheel, giving a curt little nod as she looked out the front window. “I think I can do it.”

  “Yes,” Harry said, laughing and shaking his head. “I think you’re ready and I totally think you can do it. And yes, it’s illegal, but hey. Sometimes you gotta live on the edge, you know?”

  Willow gripped the wheel, flared her fingers, only to grip the wheel again. “Okay. Let’s do this. I’m at your command. You just tell me what to do and how to do it.”

  Of all the words she could have chosen, she had to go with those. His cock jumped to attention, reminding him of all the delicious things he fully intended to command her to do.

  14

  Harry was right. There really was no joy quite like driving down the road with the top down, the sun shining and the radio up. Okay, well, the radio wasn’t all the way up because she wanted to be able to hear Harry if he said anything to her and it was hard enough to hear what he said with the top down and the wind rushing past her ears. But the point was, the radio was on a little bit and when they came to a stop at stop lights, she could hear it and it sure made for one hell of a great day.

  By the time he had guided her back to his house, exhilaration was too small a word for what she was feeling. After coming to a stop at the end of his driveway, she sat for a minute, staring at the controls. She knew how to turn the thing off in theory, but having never actually done it before, she wasn’t comfortable with the order of things. Under Harry’s instruction, she put the Jeep in park and killed the engine.

  As soon as the car was off, she plucked the keys from the ignition, undid her seat belt and climbed over into Harry’s lap. Straddling him, she kissed him long and hard, trying her best to show him just how much she wanted to pick up where they left off last night.

  “I’m gonna have to let you drive more often,” he finally said when she came up for air.

  “No complaints here, although I have something very different on my mind right now.”

  This time, Harry kissed her and the way he clutched her body, the way his erection pressed into her showed Willow that once again, their minds were following the same paths. She ground her hips forward, thrilled by how hard he was, so turned on by the way he groaned into her mouth at the change in pressure. Without breaking their kiss, Harry lifted her enough to undo his seatbelt and, with just a little finagling, managed to get them both out of the Jeep without having to put her down.

  Willow wrapped her legs tight around him, loving the way it felt to be pressed up against him, to trust him with all of her. Harry didn’t flinch under her weight, not even a little. He walked the short distance to the front door, and while Willow busied herself kissing and licking the skin at his neck and just under his ear, he managed to get the keys from her hand and unlock the door. And then, without pretense or preamble, he walked her right upstairs and ever so gently put on his bed.

  He straightened and smiled down at her. “You look like you belong there.”

  “I do belong here.” She spread her legs just a little. “And you belong here.” The words were out of her mouth before she had a chance to even rethink them. Who the hell said such a thing? Certainly not her. Not once, not ever.

  Harry growled his approval. “I need you naked. Now. Take off your clothes.”

  The change in him was subtle, but it was there. His voice held a tone of command she hadn’t heard in him before, a tone she—surprisingly—found incredibly hot. She sat up and drew her shirt over her head, baring her pink lace bra to Harry, one she had taken more than her fair share of time deciding to wear this morning.

  “The shorts next.”

  Willow got up onto her knees and held his gaze while she undid the top button on her shorts and undid the zipper. She slid them down to her knees before laying back down, pulling them all the way off and tossing them over the edge of the bed. They landed with a little thwack and the metallic sound of the button striking the wood floor.

  Harry eyed her hungrily. “You’re hot as hell. You know that? The world is a better place with you in it.”

  Willow squirmed with pleasure, suddenly ravenous for his touch. “I know my world is better with you in it.” She got up on her elbows. “Now, please, take off your shirt so I can get my hands on you.”

  “Oh no. It doesn’t work that way. You’re at my command, remember? Not the other way around.”

  Willow remembered her words to him in the Jeep and couldn’t help but smile. “That is what I said, isn’t it.”

  “Lucky for you, I just happen to be feeling a little overdressed.” Harry pulled his shirt over his head and need clenched in Willow’s belly as the muscles in his torso twisted with his movement. His skin, bronzed by the sun, begged her fingers to trail down from that soft spot at his throat, down through the the ridges of his ribs and muscles, and wrap around his cock. “Lie back.”

  Willow did as she was told and Harry lowered himself down on top of her, his mouth just barely grazing hers before he worked himself down over her breasts and then her stomach before he stopped between her legs.

  “As gorgeous as these things are, they’re gonna have to come off.” Without another warning, Harry yanked her panties off and ran his hands up her inner thighs. Willow arched her back and burned for more of him. She wasn’t in the mood for foreplay. She wanted him inside her, wanted—no, needed—to know what it was to be joined with him.

  That is, until Harry ran his tongue up her slit, circled her clit, and slipped a finger inside her. Then, she was awash in so much sensation and could barely hold a coherent thought in her mind. She moaned and stretched her arms overhead, grabbing hold of his pillow and tightening her hands into fists. He very purposefully led her towards an orgasm—stroking and licking her clit while massaging a spot deep inside her with his fingers—only to back off each time she thought she might fall over the edge.

  “Oh, Harry,” she moaned, tension coursing through her body. “I want to come so much.”

  “I can tell. Look at you, arching your back. Trying to get me deeper inside you. You greedy, dirty little girl.” He went back to work, building yet another almost-climax for her and then pulled away just as she thought she had no choice but to give in. “But I don’t want you to come. Not yet. I want to make you feel so good you go a little crazy. Drive you to the very edge of coming. But I want your first orgasm to be on my dick.”

  His words almost sent her spiraling into oblivion but she held on. “Then give me your dick because I’m tired of waiting.”

  “Silly girl. Did you forget who's in command here?” Harry lowered his face to her clit and sucked. Hard. Willow squealed and pleasure rolled through her. This man. This amazing man. Could he really be this perfect? A total gentleman all day and then so damn dominant in bed? Giving her this much intense pleasure—a selfless act—yet
claiming that pleasure as his and his alone. Staying in control of her, commanding when and how she could give into her own body. It was so. fucking. good.

  And then, for no good reason at all, all the wonderful sensations were gone. Willow opened her eyes, chest heaving and muscles weak, just in time to see Harry kick off his pants. “It should be illegal for you to wear clothes,” she said, as he lowered his boxer briefs and his cock sprung free. Her eyes went wide and she ached for him. Felt so utterly incomplete without him inside her.

  “Take off your bra,” he ordered as he grabbed a condom from a drawer in his bedside table. She watched as he tore open the foil packet and slid the condom into place. “Your bra, Willow. Off. Now.”

  She never, not once, not ever thought that she would like being told what to do in bed. In fact, she had always considered the women who liked it to be weak and uncertain. But that was before the hard edge appeared in Harry’s voice. Before his eyes claimed her body as his and his words commanded that she give herself to him. To relinquish her control, to trust him to take care of her needs, her wants, her every little desire.

  She realized, as she reached around to unhook her bra, that she did trust him. And she knew without a doubt that not only would Harrison Moore take care of her to his best ability, but that his best ability was heads and tails above the rest. She gave into him. Sat up on her knees and waited for him to tell her what to do. Waited for him to claim her as his own.

  He sank down onto the bed, his lips on hers, his hands on her body, and before she knew it, she was prone, with Harry above her, his cock straining towards her.

  “Do you want it?” he asked.

  “Yes,” she replied, her voice a whisper.

  “Ask me for it.”

  Normally, Willow would dissolve into nervous giggles, never one for talking during sex. But with Harry’s eyes holding her own, making her feel strong, she didn’t even falter. “May I please have your dick inside me?”