by Mia Carson
Anna threw her head back as he ravished her breasts, kissing them and sucking hard on her nipples as she rode him hard. His body rubbed against her clit with every movement, and she was soon lost in the clutches of their lust and longing, made to wait for far too many months together and apart. She may have succeeded in bringing down his walls, but Harold awoke the fighting spirit within her she feared she was so close to losing some days. He was her second chance, just as she was his. They would make this work, the two of them together at last.
Harold rolled them over without leaving her and kissed her with every raw emotion pouring out of him and into her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, needing him as close as she could get him. They moved as one being, their hearts melting together as the ecstasy grew and finally exploded. Anna cried out, long and loud as she clutched him inside her body. Her eyes rolled back as Harold thrust harder and faster before his groan turned into a bellow and he spilled into her, swelling to his full size. He held her to his chest and rolled to her side as he slipped free. His hand found hers, and he brought it to his lips as their bodies shook and shivered with the ripples of the powerful orgasm.
“Anna?” he whispered, gasping for breath.
“Harry?”
He turned his head to face her and ran his fingers softly down her cheek. “I should have told you then, but I didn’t, so I’m going to tell you every day for as long as we’re together. I love you, woman, you and whatever color your hair is,” he added with a sweet kiss on the tip of her nose.
Anna scooted as close as she could to him and kissed his chin, his cheeks, and finally, his lips. “I love you, too, Harry. I’d be a liar if I said I hadn’t always loved you.”
They held each other, but the moment was interrupted by her stomach growling loudly. He burst out laughing and tickled her sides and stomach as she squealed with laughter. He pinned her to the bed and kissed a long line down her neck, nuzzling her breasts.
“Food, must have food,” he said though she felt he was telling himself that more than her. “Dinner?”
“And tequila. Don’t forget the tequila.”
Chapter 8
A dream, it all had to be a dream, but when Harold rolled over the next morning, that swath of violet hair rested on the pillow beside his. She breathed steadily in sleep, her facial muscles completely relaxed. His gaze wandered over every intricate detail of her face from the cute mole at her cheek to the perfect lips he spent all night kissing. The sheet rested below her breasts, those two wondrous mounds he filled his palms with so easily, her dusky nipples hard and wanting him. All he had to do was stare, and as if they knew he watched them, wanted them, they hardened before his eyes. He leaned over, unable to resist.
Her eyes fluttered open as a moan escaped those lips. “Harry,” she breathed, her nails dragging down his arms.
As his mouth worked its way across her chest, his other hand snuck beneath the sheet, wanting to feel her. No, not merely feel her. He slipped down her body, under the sheet, and spread her legs wide. Holding her hips, he kissed her clit, and she gasped as his tongue teased those silken folds growing wet from her arousal. She squirmed and he relished every second of it. Her panting breaths filled his ears as he lavished her sex, his tongue penetrating her fiercely until she begged him for more. He pulled back each time she drew close and laughed at her grunts of annoyance.
He moved back up her body, kissing a trail across her navel to the tender undersides of her breasts as his knee spread her legs wider and his cock rubbed with want at her sheath. “I think I could wake up every morning like this,” he mused, nuzzling her neck.
“You won’t hear me complaining,” she replied and nipped his shoulder.
He grunted and moved his hips. Languidly, he entered her, taking his time to fully fill her. She sighed, digging her nails into his back as he found a steady rhythm, loving Anna as he should have the first time they were together. This moment of connection, of feeling so much raw love, pushed him over the edge, and he rolled them over so she straddled his body. She rode him, his hands cupping her breasts as she moved. He would never tire of seeing her eyes darken with pleasure, or how that crooked smile gave way to a look of utter astonishment at the pleasure wracking her body.
She cried out, long and loud, as he held her hips and rolled them over again. He pulled out and turned her so she was on her stomach. He grabbed her body and dragged her back against the cradle of his lap. He thrust again, taking her from behind, and her cry was fiercer as she rode the waves of the orgasm. Harold’s grunt turned into a bellow as an insane sensation of ecstasy pulsed through him when he spilled within her body. He kneaded the rounded mounds of her ass as he fell over her, kissing her shoulders and neck as they struggled to catch their breaths.
“This counts as a morning workout, right?” she mused as they lay side by side a few moments later.
Harold found her hand between their bodies and kissed her fingers and her palm. “As vigorous as we seem to be, I’m going to say yes…yes, it does.”
“You would say that. You just want more sex,” she accused, grinning.
“And you don’t?”
“Oh, I never said that.” She rolled over and kissed his chest, teasing his nipples with her tongue.
“Nope, not yet, he needs a break and I need food,” he pleaded as she trailed down his body. “Anna.”
Her stomach growled and she stopped her ministrations to smile sheepishly at him. “Food may be a good idea. I guess at some point we need to figure out what to do about my case, too.”
“Sadly, that wasn’t resolved yesterday.” He sighed as they rolled out of bed together. He should go to the office, but as she hopped into the shower alone to give their bodies a break, he called Walter to check in. “It’s me. Just letting you know I won’t be at the office this morning. Take messages for me, and if anyone asks, I’m out sick.”
“I take it you’re not actually sick, sir?” Walter asked, and Harold heard the amusement in his voice.
“I plead the fifth on that one.”
“Mum’s the word,” Walter promised. “It’s been a quiet morning so far. The only phone call has been from Johnny Tory checking that he absolutely has to come in for the meeting tomorrow morning.”
“I’m assuming you told him he does.”
“Yes. He sounded quite nervous. Are you sure you want to see him?”
“I don’t have a choice. I need to hear his side of events and figure out what’s going on with this contract between him and Anna,” Harold explained. He wouldn’t admit he also wanted to look this man in the face and gloat that Anna was back with him and not with the sniveling landlord who tried to win her over when she was drunk. “No calls from Terrance Tory?”
“None yet, sir, but I have another number to try today. I’ll keep you posted. And tell Ms. Crawley I said hello.”
“I will…wait, what?” Harold asked. “How did you know?”
“Intuition, sir,” he teased. “Your secret is safe with me, but I must say one day with her and you already sound happier. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”
“Yes, tomorrow morning,” Harold replied softly and hung up.
The water ran in the bathroom. He pictured the droplets running down Anna’s naked skin and bit the inside of his cheek, fighting the urge to join her. He needed to shower, too, and then they had to get some sort of plan formulated for how to proceed with her case. As much as he wanted to ignore the rest of the world outside his front door, he had a job to do in order to save the woman he loved from ending up in jail or losing her bar.
He waited for her to finish in the bathroom and darted in to take a quick shower. His hair damp but the rest of him clean and dry, he tugged on a pair of jeans and black t-shirt, and wondered where Anna had gone to. He smelled coffee, and the scent of bacon wafted upstairs to greet him. He hurried to the kitchen and smiled when he saw her wearing her tight jeans and tank with no bra. She sat on the kitchen counter, sip
ping a cup of coffee and swinging her legs. Seeing her like that took him back to the first time they were together.
“I thought you would enjoy some bacon,” she mused.
“A man always enjoys bacon,” he replied and sauntered to her, kissing the tip of her nose. The skull necklace hung around her neck, and he lifted the charm with his fingers. “You kept it.”
“I couldn’t bear to get rid of it,” she murmured. “It reminded me of the good times we had.”
He kissed it and dropped it back to her chest, flushed with color from them being so close, but he had to focus on business now, not how many different ways he could make love to her in the kitchen. Once he had a full mug of coffee and a plate filled with bacon and toast, he sat on the opposite counter. Her brows shot up to her hairline and he shrugged. “What?”
“My, Harry, how much you’ve changed. Sitting on your kitchen counters? What would your mother think?”
“Eh, this is my house, not hers,” he answered. “I recall someone telling me that a long time ago.” He picked at his toast as his stomach roiled, his appetite gone. “I’m sorry, Anna, for all the shit I put you through back then. I was an idiot.”
“We both had our moments,” she admitted. “I wasn’t exactly the easiest person to get along with. I judged you pretty harshly.”
“I gave you reason to,” he said, ashamed of his behavior towards her. “I knew that night I went after you, I should’ve gone inside. I should’ve begged you to come back with me so we could work this out. I spent a week trying to convince myself that I could live without you, but I was lying to myself. I went to the bar and watched you through the rain, drinking at the bar.” He tore up a piece of toast, seeing that night as clear as if it happened last night. “You looked in as much pain as I was, but no matter how much I told myself to go in and talk to you, to make it work, I couldn’t get my feet to move. I was a coward.”
He heard her slip off the counter, and her hands appeared on either side of his legs on the counter. Her toes with their bright purple nail polish made him grin. His mother would never use such a loud color, so full of life.
“For six months, I told myself it was your fault I pushed you away, your fault I felt like shit, and all along it was because of me,” he muttered darkly. “I’m sorry.”
She shoved his plate aside and hopped up on the island beside him. Her head rested on his shoulder and she clasped his hand in hers. “I forgave you a long time ago, believe it or not. I was sorry for you more than anything, sorry that I wasn’t strong enough to stick by your side and keep pushing you to be the man I saw glimpses of.”
They sat in his kitchen, a room he was not fond of after she had left, taking all the happiness with her of late morning breakfasts, midnight snacks, and crazy dinners where they would get in food fights while they cooked. Anna brightened his life with her crooked grin and deep laughter he longed to hear at all times of the day. His arm draped over her shoulders and she sank against his side. How he thought this was not the perfect life for him, he would never know. To be so easily swayed by people who claimed to know what was best for him had him mentally kicking himself. All that time without Anna was wasted, and he would never get it back.
This day, right now, he made a promise to himself that he wouldn’t let another moment be wasted with the woman he loved.
“I guess we should talk about the case,” she said after a few minutes.
“I think our best course of action at this point is to go with your original idea.”
“Idea? Remind me what this idea was and whether it was ingenious.”
“Of proving Johnny set you up. You’re not a bad person, and I won’t let him tarnish your name by claiming you beat him with a bat,” he grunted.
“I won’t say I never thought about it,” she added in an undertone.
“Please don’t let anyone else hear you say that. We’re already walking on shaky ground,” he warned her and slid off the counter. “If he really is after your bar, then our only other chance might be getting ahold of his uncle.”
“Have you tried yet?” she asked hopeful.
“I have Walter working on it right now, but so far, nothing. He’s left messages, but until we hear back, we’re kind of stuck. If we could figure out who the man was we saw at your place we might have something to work with, but…what?” he asked when she nibbled her bottom lip and cringed.
She held up her hands. “Don’t hate me. I meant to tell you this Tuesday, but things got a little heated and it sort of slipped my mind.”
“What?”
“Missy reminded me of one of Johnny’s friends. A jackass really, but he used to be a UFC fighter.”
“And what does this have to do with your case?” he asked slowly.
“He tried to train Johnny a few months back, and he constantly came in with his face beaten up and bruised,” Anna said. “Missy wondered if he could be involved.”
“You think Johnny had his friend come over and beat the crap out of him?” he asked skeptically, but then again, there was still no explanation for what happened to Anna while at Johnny’s apartment, or her place being broken into a few days later. The situation was too coincidental for them not to be connected somehow. “Do you remember this guy’s name?”
Anna hung her head, swinging her legs. “No, that’s the problem. Josh, or Jimmy maybe?”
“I guess I could ask Johnny tomorrow when I meet with him.”
“Are you crazy? Don’t do that. He might sic this guy on you next, and I don’t want to find you beaten up or in the hospital, Harry,” she stormed. “Not happening.”
His chest swelled to feel her love for him and hearing her care so much about his wellbeing after thinking for so long she’d hated him. “All right, I won’t ask him. I’ll have Walter search for him too. Does he live in New Hampshire?”
“He did, but it’s been a while since we’ve seen him.” She crossed her arms and glared at the wall behind Harold. “I hated having him around. All he did was hit on Missy and me, and tell Johnny repeatedly how women fawned over him because he was a fighter.”
“Clearly he didn’t know you too well,” Harold said.
“No, he did not. Do you think you can find him?”
“I’ll try anything I can to save you and your bar.”
He mulled over a few ideas but tossed each one aside. She would never agree to him simply buying the building out from under Johnny. Anna was smart, but she had a prideful streak, not that she didn’t have a right to. She’d worked her ass off for seven years to keep The Crawler going. Buying it with her hard-earned money was her goal. She’d told him about it plenty of times before. Anna had spent her childhood in that bar, sitting on the counter as she did her homework and solving the riddles her dad made up for her. Harold was jealous of the fun-loving relationship she’d had with Winston. His own father didn’t spend time with Harold unless it was to bring him to the office and show him the ins and outs of the family business time and again. His father had turned him into a stiff, arrogant, cold-hearted bastard. Winston raised Anna to be loving and caring and to fight for those she loved, him included. The time had come for him to return the favor.
“Harry? You alright?” she asked, her hand resting on his shoulder.
“I’m good, just thinking about the future.”
“Don’t do that. It’ll make your head hurt,” she warned with a mischievous grin.
“Not when it involves you,” he said softly and rested his arms on either side of her legs, tilting his face to kiss her. “I don’t want you hating me if this goes south.”
“It won’t,” she insisted. “I trust you, Harry. We’ll figure this out.”
He wished he could be as hopeful. The break-in to her apartment helped, but he worried Johnny had more schemes up his sleeves to take everything from Anna. If he couldn’t figure out what that asshole was up to, he could be caught off-guard by whatever he threw at Anna next.
“Let’s spend the day running
through the facts again,” he said. “I want to make sure I’m prepared for tomorrow morning.”
“What time is he coming in?”
“Anna, you are not making a surprise visit to my office,” he warned.
“I never said I was going to do anything of the sort,” she said in the most unconvincing tone he’d ever heard from her.
“Anna.”
“Oh, all right, but you better call me after he leaves and let me know what he says.”
“You think I would keep it from you?”
With one eyebrow arched, she said, “If you thought you were protecting me, yes.”
Harold almost argued but stopped himself before she called him out on a lie. “As long as you don’t show up, I’ll tell you every word he says. Deal?” he asked and held out his hand.
She rolled her eyes but slipped hers into his. “Deal.”
“Good, then let’s get this day started—unless you need to head to the bar?”
“I called Missy while you were showering. She told me in very concise and loud sentences that if I showed up at the bar today, she would kick my ass to the curb,” Anna informed him. “Apparently, she has also forgiven you.”
“Good, that’s good.”
She frowned as she hopped off the counter. “Why do you sound scared?” Harold rubbed the back of his neck, shrugging. “Does Missy scare you?” she asked, amused. “Oh, Harry, you know I’d never let her hurt you…much.”
“Thanks, that’s comforting,” he said as he nuzzled her neck, kissing her until she giggled and squealed in his arms.
“I thought we were going to do some work?” she protested as he continued his tickling attacks.
“We’ll get there eventually.” He picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder, and carried her upstairs and back to bed.
Chapter 9
“If you keep staring at the clock like that, the glass is going to crack,” Pat muttered.
