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

by Abby Brooks

  Harry groaned and held himself in one hand, angling his tip towards her opening and then with one firm, slow thrust, he slid inside her. Filling her. Stretching her to her limits. He didn’t stop until he was as far in as he could go, and then he gave one last thrust of his hips. Willow cried out.

  The orgasms that he had teased into existence threatened to overwhelm her, all of them bearing down on her as he began to move. “Harry,” she said, his name almost a cry for help. “I can’t hold it back anymore. I’m gonna come.” She whimpered as he thrust himself up to the hilt again.

  “Don’t hold it back. Come for me. Come all over my dick, my sweet angel.”

  She didn’t have to think twice about obeying that particular order. She shattered around him, crying out, one orgasm blending into the next, and then right on into the next. She had trusted him to take care of her, trusted him to meet her needs. Trusted him with the most delicate part of herself and boy, had that ever paid out.

  Harry gained speed as his own orgasm built inside him and Willow couldn’t believe it as her own body answered his, her muscles clenching again and again as wave after wave of pleasure rocketed through her. Harry finished with one shuddering thrust, calling out, some primal sound of satisfaction filling the room while Willow quivered around him, her fourth (!) orgasm of the day bringing his name to her lips.

  Nothing had ever felt this right. No one had ever felt this good.

  15

  Harry collapsed next to Willow and pulled her into his arms. She snuggled in close and he rolled onto his back so she could rest her head on his chest. “That was everything I hoped it would be and more,” he said and lifted his head to kiss her hair. Her smell, her taste, the way she just gave complete control of herself to him, held back her orgasms when he could feel the tension thrumming through her body … it was all so very intoxicating.

  “And more,” she murmured into his chest. “And more, and more, and still some more.” She ran her hand up his stomach and let it rest near her face. “And did I mention some more? Because there was definitely some more.” He could feel her cheeks pull up in a smile and he wrapped his arms even tighter around her.

  “Oh, I’ll give you more. Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that. I’ll give you all the more you could possibly handle.” And he totally meant it. Even now, lying next to her with sweat still drying on his body, with his heart still racing and his chest still heaving from exertion, he felt his balls clench and damned if his dick didn’t twitch as he ran his hand up her lithe body.

  She lifted her head from his chest, a smile gleaming in her eyes. “Surely, you don’t have more in you. Not already.” As she spoke, she ran her hand down his torso and wrapped her long fingers around his rapidly hardening dick. She widened her eyes. “You do!” She squeezed and moved her hand up his shaft. “Why, Harrison Moore, who ever would have thought you were such a beast?”

  In one swift movement, he managed to get them flipped over, with her on her back, her wrists pinned overhead, and him towering over top. “I’ll show you what a beast I am.” And after reaching into his bedside table for another condom, he did just that.

  * * *

  Another set of multiple orgasms and a shower—with its own set of orgasms—later, and Harry found himself sitting out on his deck with Willow, not sure what he was enjoying more. The view. The company. Or the conversation.

  Or maybe each of those things all blended together to create the most perfect afternoon of all time.

  Because maybe, without Willow at his side, it would just be another chance to look at the ocean. And without Willow’s words in his ear, it would just be another voice responding to what he had to say. Maybe, this perfect afternoon was because of this perfect woman.

  And—oh holy shit—was she ever perfect.

  “So,” he said, reaching out to thread his fingers with hers. “I guess we should finally get to the real reason I called you here today.”

  “That wasn’t the real reason?” Willow gestured back towards the house with her head. “Well, damn. Now I’m hurt.”

  “Okay, you caught me. I fully intended to fuck you senseless today. But I have a secondary real reason for wanting you here.”

  “Well, you definitely succeeded at fucking me senseless. I’m still not sure I can trust my legs to hold me up. That thing you did in the shower…”

  “You liked that didn’t you?”

  “I like you.”

  Harry smiled and pulled her close, wrapping an arm around her. “Well good. Because I like you, too.”

  “So, this secondary real reason?”

  “It’s about Juliet and Ian. As best man and maid of honor, I think we’re supposed to throw them a bachelor or bachelorette party, as the case may be.”

  Willow grimaced. “Don’t remind me. I don’t know anything about anyone here, or anything about where the best places to go are. It’s going to be the lamest party of all time and I have officially earned the title of worst maid of honor ever.”

  Harry held up a finger. “Not necessarily. Here’s the thing. Think about Juliet and Ian. What is the most important thing to either one of them?”

  “The other one,” Willow replied without even having to think. “Juliet loves Ian above all else, and if my people reading skills are still on point, then it’s clear that Ian feels the same about her.”

  “Exactly. And after that? What’s the next most important thing to either one of them?”

  “You mean like, a secondary real most important thing?”

  Harry laughed lightly. “Okay, sure, just like that.”

  Willow thought for a minute, her blue eyes focused out over the horizon. Harry stole the moment just to study her, the sweet curve of her lips, the way the light and the wind played in her hair. She turned to him and caught him staring. Smiled at him and dropped her eyes and bit her lip. “Family,” she said after a second. “They both cherish family.”

  “Right. So, here’s what I was thinking. Do you really believe that they would enjoy spending an evening separated from each other, supposedly celebrating their last single days by getting drunk with a bunch of friends and stuffing dollar bills in a stripper’s g-string or eating penis cake and drinking cocktails through penis shaped straws?”

  Willow widened her eyes and choked back a laugh. “Penis cake?”

  “Don’t you think I don’t know what goes on at those bachelorette parties. You girls are crazy!”

  Willow just shook her head, her eyes dancing with merriment. “Fucking penis cake,” she muttered. “What a visual.”

  “Anyway,” Harry said, drawing out the word, pleased to have made her laugh and smile. “Knowing Ian and Juliet and the things that are most important to them, don’t you think it would be better to throw them a joint party and invite our whole family? Really give them a chance to celebrate their love with the people they love?”

  “I think that sounds beautiful. I really do. And it’s not just because I had not one single clue as to how I was going to throw Juliet a decent party.”

  They spent the next couple hours brainstorming the details of the party. Harrison didn’t have a problem closing down the restaurant for the evening, even on such short notice, and offered to make Moore Good Eats the venue. The staff who were already scheduled to work that night would still come in, they’d just end up catering to the needs of the party rather than a stream of random customers.

  “So that takes care of the food, the venue…” Willow held up fingers, counting off the things they would need. She held up a third and gave him a questioning look. “Drinks?”

  “Yep. I’ll have the bar open.”

  “Dang. Nice. What’s that leave me? Music?”

  “Music would be good.”

  “Oh! I know just where to start! They have this whole Top Gun thing going, don’t they?”

  Harry rolled his eyes. “Do they ever.”

  “I’ll make a playlist for the evening. Make sure to include as many of tho
se songs as I can.” Willow smiled. “Think they’d go for a little Prokofiev?”

  Harry grinned down at her. “I doubt it. But I’m sure you could get away with just one song. Just for us. We are throwing the party, after all.”

  “Well, you’re throwing the party. I’m making a playlist. Doesn’t seem like an even distribution of work to me.”

  “Oh no. That’s not the one and only job you’ll be getting, young lady. We need to come up with a menu. And hors d'oeuvres. And drinks. Those are all you.” Now Harry was the one holding up fingers, counting off jobs. “Oh, shit. And we both have speeches to write.”

  “Wow. That’s a lot to do and not a lot of time to do it.”

  “Good thing we’re thinking ahead.”

  “If you call, umm, trying to throw this thing together a day before we have to actually have the party thinking ahead…” Willow leaned against the railing and arched an eyebrow.

  “They don’t need to know that we waited this long. We’ll just make it the best party of all time and they’ll be none the wiser.”

  They spent the next few hours hammering out a guest list and menu and by the time Harry had to take Willow home, the whole thing didn’t seem so insurmountable after all. In fact, it seemed totally doable and like it might end up being the best gift they could actually give Juliet and Ian. Which, in Harry’s mind seemed totally appropriate because it was Juliet and Ian getting married that brought Willow into his life. And right now at this moment? She was the best gift he had ever received.

  16

  Willow drove herself back to Juliet’s in Harry’s Jeep, trying desperately to concentrate as Harry ran his hand up and down her leg, sometimes dipping his fingers into her shorts and tracing the line of her panties against her inner thigh. When she pulled into the driveway, instead of getting out and saying goodbye, she honked the horn wildly until Juliet and Ian came running out of the house with Lulu hot on their heels.

  “What the holy hell?” asked Juliet as she noticed Willow behind the wheel.

  “Harry taught me to drive today!” Willow could barely contain her excitement, bouncing up and down like an excited little girl.

  Juliet swooped up Lulu and hit Harry with look that meant trouble. “Do you have any idea what you’ve just done?”

  Harry made a face that said he thought Juliet was overreacting. “Given her access to a basic human right?”

  “No.” Juliet shook her head knowingly and glanced at Willow. “You’ve given her a new skill to master. Do you have any idea how she handles having new skills that she hasn’t mastered?”

  Harry studied Willow and grinned. “I can only imagine that she attacks them with exuberance and diligently goes above and beyond until she considers herself an expert.”

  Willow saw something dirty flash through Harry’s mind. Could actually almost read the thought as he had it. Tilted her head in question only for him to give a little shake of his head and she could definitely read his response:

  Later, he was trying to say to her. I’ll tell you later.

  Juliet totally caught the exchange. “I’m not even sure I want to know what else you guys did today.” She turned to Harry. “But don’t you forget. I get her tomorrow. Like, all day.”

  Ian stared at his brother and furrowed his eyebrows together. “Does that mean I get to hang out with him tomorrow? Like, all day?” He mimicked Juliet’s tone of voice and grinned.

  Harry hopped out of the Jeep and shrugged. “If that’s what you want.”

  “I assume while they hang out…” Ian gestured towards Juliet and Willow as she climbed out of the Jeep. “Julz will get all the gory details on why you guys look like sex personified. I don’t want to be left out of the loop.”

  Willow’s jaw dropped and embarrassment blazed across her cheeks while Juliet slapped her fiancé on the arm and Harry just laughed.

  “Hey,” said Ian. “You know it’s true. I’m just putting it out there.” He wrapped an arm around Juliet. “Come inside with me so we can give them the privacy they’re gonna need to say goodbye properly.”

  Willow watched them wander back into the house and rubbed her lips together, fighting a grin. “Sex personified, huh? You think it’s that noticeable?”

  “I think my brother just knows how to read me.” Harry crossed in front of the Jeep and pulled Willow into his arms. “And I think it’s clear as all hell that there’s something between us. Sex. Connection. Friendship. Something more...”

  Soulmates, Willow found herself thinking and blushed. “I feel that ‘something more’, too. I can’t believe I’ve only known you for a couple days.”

  Harry pulled her into his arms and ran his hands up her back. “Don’t over think it. Let’s just enjoy this gift we’ve been given.”

  “I can do that,” Willow said and meant that she would really try to do that. Over-thinking things was a forte of hers. But, with only a handful of days ahead of her before she had to head back to the city, it would be a tragedy to waste any of them on worry.

  Harry kissed her, obliterating the first hints of the very concerns she wasn’t supposed to be feeling as happiness rose up pure and sweet inside her. She lifted herself up on her toes and flung her arms around his neck and returned the kiss. She pulled away more out of duty than because she was actually ready to say goodbye and nuzzled into his neck.

  “Thank you,” she whispered.

  “For what?” he asked, pulling back and meeting her gaze.

  “For you. For today.” For some reason, she wanted to say for changing everything but she didn’t understand exactly what that meant and didn’t want to scare him or ruin the moment or any number of things she wasn’t supposed to be thinking about right now. “Oh,” she said, struck by a thought. “What were you thinking when we were talking to Juliet and Ian? I’m more than sure that it was something dirty and therefore wonderful.”

  “I was thinking about one particular skill I’d like to give you the chance to master.” He shrugged as if conceding a point. “Well, several skills really, although they’re all related”

  “Oh yeah? Related to what?”

  Harry grabbed her hand and put it on his dick—his mostly erect dick. She couldn’t help herself, she gave it a little squeeze and Harry’s eyes went all hard and sultry.

  “Related to that,” he said, his voice tight in his throat.

  “I look forward to mastering any and all skills related to that.” Willow stroked the length of him through his jeans. “When can we get started?”

  “Not tomorrow,” Harry said sadly before he pushed a stray lock of hair out of her face and kissed her on the very tip of her nose before saying goodbye. Willow watched him pull out of the driveway and disappear before squaring her shoulders and steeling herself for the million questions Juliet was sure to have as soon as she stepped her foot in the house.

  From inside her purse, her cell phone buzzed, alerting her to an incoming text. She pulled the thing out and smiled as she read a series of texts from Harry. She pressed the phone to her chest and sighed up into the brilliant blue sky before reading them again.

  Thank you for you, too.

  I miss you already.

  You’re the best thing to ever happen to me.

  17

  The night passed in a series of texts that ended when Willow actually passed out holding her phone. She woke up to a scary-low battery and a few messages from Harry that came in after she fell asleep. A few that went along with the conversation—the very explicit conversation—they were having, and then, when Willow didn’t respond, Harry sent:

  Willow?

  You sleeping?

  And then, a few minutes later:

  Goodnight my angel. Sleep well.

  Willow flopped back on her bed and smiled up at the ceiling. Her body ached from where he had been inside her yesterday, but damn it was good. So good. A little private reminder of her time with him. Not that she needed any kind of reminder at all, private or otherwise. Not in the leas
t. Her mind dutifully served up memories of their time together yesterday while she brushed her teeth and hair.

  An image of his hand disappearing under the hem of her shorts.

  The smell of the Jeep mingling with the smell of the ocean in a way that would forever mean Harry to her.

  His words, so sweet during most of their day and so perfectly dirty when it mattered most.

  She shot him a text before heading down to breakfast and coffee.

  Woke up to find your texts. Can’t stop thinking about you.

  She pushed send and hoped that if he was still asleep, it wouldn't wake him. She cringed, afraid that was exactly what happened, when he immediately sent her a reply. She stopped on the stairs to read it, holding the phone close to her face and leaning against the wall.

  Good. Don’t stop.

  Have a great day.

  She sent him back a string of smiley faces because that was exactly how she felt and there just weren’t the right kind of words to express how happy he made her. Each one she considered fell short of the job. Maybe a string of smiley faces were just a tad on the immature side, but Willow shrugged it off. Immature or not, sometimes words weren’t enough. If Harry was really the kind of guy she thought he was—the kind of guy who deserved words like soulmate and true love—he wouldn’t think twice about it. When she received a string of happy emojis in return, she stopped worrying about it all together and skipped the rest of the way downstairs to check on the coffee situation.

  The coffee situation proved to be very good indeed, with both Ian and Juliet already awake and enjoying each other’s company out on the deck, watching the early morning sun scatter like glitter over the ocean while Lulu stretched out in a long beam of sunlight. Willow joined them for coffee and conversation which only proved just exactly how awesome her best friend was.

  They chatted away during breakfast, and somehow, Juliet understood that Willow wasn’t in the mood to discuss Harry. Didn’t want to talk about how strong her feelings for him had gotten. Didn’t want to talk about words like soulmate and true love because they sounded too ridiculous to be said out loud.