Harlow (The Hastings Series Book 2)
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I looked back up at Hunter with an awkward smile and a laugh erupted from his chest.
“Fucking hell,” he murmured, then bent over to kiss me before looking back into my eyes. “Do you even have any damn clue how fucking stunning you are?”
I couldn’t answer that question and I wasn’t sure he even wanted an answer to that. I gave him a smile, this time a real one. “Just start slow. Tip to base. I’m positive you’ll make it feel like heaven.”
I looked back at his cock, slowly lowering my head and closing my eyes as my lips parted and closed again around the tip. I immediately tasted something salty, knowing it’s the precum.
“Fuck!” he groaned and grabbed a fistful of my hair at the back of my head. I felt him lightly pushing down on it, making me open my mouth wider and taking in more of his length.
“Just like that. Slow and easy, love.” Not sure why, but knowing he was enjoying this made me feel empowered. He had made me feel good before and I was happy to return his favor.
I knew teeth weren’t really a turn on while doing something like that so I tried my best not to hurt him, instead, I used my tongue more to lick him while I slowly started to move my head up and down.
“Yes, baby. Use that tongue,” he encouraged through gritted teeth and I felt the heat between my thighs grow.
I kept on moving my head, taking his cock in as much as I could and sucking at the tip every time. I wasn’t sure I was doing it right, but he seemed to like it.
I still felt the need to try something else and so I took him in further, getting to know that gag reflex I knew existed. It didn’t bother me as much, though. I took him deeper into my mouth, moving my hand at the base and squeezing, making him moan over and over again.
“If you keep on doing that, love, I’m gonna come soon.”
Good. That was sort of what I was going for.
Chapter Four
Harlow
I felt his dick throb and his fist grabbed my hair tighter at the back of my head. His groans told me that he was keeping something in, resisting the urge to come. I took that as an approval. He liked what I was doing, and I wasn’t going to lie to myself; I liked it too.
“Fuck, love,” he said under his breath. “That view I have is incredibly hot. You’re fucking beautiful with those lips of yours around my cock.” Hearing him say those words sparked something in me and I now knew how beautiful doing things like this was when you did it with someone you loved.
I opened my eyes, looking up at him while I still moved my head up and down, letting him guide me with his hand in my hair. His eyes were full of lust, his lips slightly parted, and when he realized I was looking at him, his tongue darted out to wet his lips.
“Shit, sweetheart. Keep looking at me with those eyes and I won’t be able to keep it in any longer.”
Those words did something to me and my goal now was to see him come. I wasn’t sure how I felt about his semen in my mouth, but I also wasn’t sure how to tell him not to come in my mouth. I had tasted his precum and it was salty. That wasn’t really the bad part. I just wasn’t sure I would like the thought of having sperm in my mouth. It just didn’t sound good to me.
“Fuck,” he murmured before a small grin appeared on his lips. “I know what you’re doing.” I was keeping my eyes on his. “Teasing me with those eyes.” He ran his other hand through his hair.
I tried to smile, because with a cock in my mouth that was kind of difficult, but the idea of it was present. When I kept blowing and stroking his cock, I could tell he wasn’t going to last a minute longer. His hand reached for his cock and his other pulled my head up. “Keep on doing that,” he said while my hand was still moving up and down his length. I still wasn’t sure what to do about the cum situation.
“Just hold it up toward my stomach.” He must’ve seen how worried and confused I was since he just answered me by reading my thoughts. I nodded, knowing his cum would stain his shirt. My hand was still moving and his eyes were closed before he said, “I’m gonna come, fuck!”
And with that, white fluids covered his stomach, his cock pulsating, and a deep groan coming from his mouth. He put his hand over mine, slowing me down and looking back at me with a satisfied grin.
***
Hunter
The way her eyes showed me all types of emotions was amusing. There was surprise, satisfaction, and curiosity in them and all that mixed with her swollen lips and red cheeks was a sight I wanted to see every damn day.
When I was sure I was able to let go of my dick and the orgasm was over, I sat back up straight, cupping her face into my hands and kissing her softly. Her lips moved against mine without hesitation and her hands came up around my neck.
I lifted her to straddle my lap so she wouldn’t have to kneel anymore and my arms wrapped around her back. Just as the kiss was getting deeper, she backed up and took a deep breath, then smiled at me.
“Your shirt is messy now,” she told me, looking down between us. My cock was still exposed, still quite erect for just releasing a load.
“Let me go change.” I gave her another kiss, lifting her again to put her down next to me. “Get under the covers. I’ll be right back.”
I walked back to the front of the trailer, picking up my pants from the floor and then entering the bathroom to throw them into the basket with dirty clothes. I took off my shirt too, then cleaned myself with a wet cloth. Her heat around my cock felt amazing but I was ready to get into bed with her and just hold her close.
Before going back to the bedroom, I went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, bringing it back to the bedroom and handing it to Harlow. She took it while eyeing me, letting her gaze wander all over my naked body. I grinned, grabbed a pair of shorts from the drawer, and a shirt from my closet and putting them on.
“You don’t have any tattoos,” she said, putting the now empty glass onto the bedside table. I crawled under the covers next to her, lying back and taking her with me. She cuddled up to me, her eyes on mine again.
“I don’t. Not sure I need any. Aren’t really my style.”
She smiled, her hand coming up to touch my cheek. “I like you the way you are,” she whispered.
I kissed her forehead, pulling her even closer. “You’re adorable,” I told her and returned her gaze.
“Does your brother know you’re here?”
She nodded. “He gave me a ride here.”
So Jagger was okay with her being here. I was sure we had settled this at the hospital but I could also understand his concerns.
“What did Bliss tell you when we were gone last night?”
Her lips pressed into a thin line and her eyes left mine. She looked like she was almost scared to tell me what my sister told her.
Great. I guess Bliss just let out everything about me and my damn past.
“Not much. I mean…” she sighed, playing with a strand of hair at the back of my head. “She told me a bit about you. What you went through. And how you grew up. She didn’t tell me a lot. I’d much rather hear it from you. When you’re ready, that is.”
I studied her face for a while, knowing I would tell her someday.
She was giving me time to reflect on it but since Bliss already started it all, I could finish it.
Chapter Five
Hunter
Having her back in my arms, knowing she wouldn’t be leaving, gave me the strength to talk about my past. I always wanted to tell her, let her into my thoughts and let her know that I wanted her not only close physically but also mentally. Harlow told me that Bliss had told her some things, but she wasn’t very specific. I didn’t believe that Bliss didn’t tell a whole lot, but I knew Harlow wanted to hear it all from me.
She knew it was a tough story and the memories I still carried around were not pretty. Harlow, and the sweet, big-hearted soul she was, knew that it meant a lot to me to tell her my side of it all. Once again, she had shown me how incredibly kind and selfless she was.
Her eyes wer
e on mine the whole time and she was patiently waiting for me to start talking. Every now and then a small smile touched her lips, letting me know I should take my time. My thumb caressed her cheek, my nose touching hers briefly before I kissed her lips softly. She moved her lips against mine and I realized we had time. Nothing was going to bother us and we could spend the day being lazy and enjoying each other’s company. Just what I wanted.
It was almost lunchtime and I never really asked her if she had something to eat before coming here. “Are you hungry?” I asked after breaking the kiss. Her brows furrowed for a second, then a giggle escaped her.
“Are you trying to change the subject?” she asked back, smiling at me.
“I promise I will tell you my whole story. I just need to collect some thoughts and I wasn’t sure if you had eaten yet.”
She shook her head, licking her lips. “I had breakfast with Jagger this morning.” That meant she had eaten around seven-thirty.
“I got some chicken and veggies. You good with that?” I got up from the bed, leaving her lying there with her body twisted in my sheets. Not sure I was going to ever wash those again. Her scent lingered in them and I knew I was going to sleep so damn good tonight.
The sight of her like that made me want to jump back into bed, keep her tightly in my arms and never leave.
Fuck, if she only knew what she was doing to me she might have some mercy on me.
“Sounds good to me,” she said with a smile and sat up. “Do you want me to cook though?” I couldn’t help but grin. “Why? You think I can’t cook?”
She shrugged. “Can you?”
“Ouch.” I put my hand over my chest, giving her a hurt look. “Damn, love. That hit something in my heart really hard.” Of course, I wasn’t serious. I let out a laugh to let her know I wasn’t taking her prejudice serious.
“I’m sorry,” she said and frowned. “I just never really met a guy who cooks. Jagger’s a horrible cook. I shouldn’t have judged.”
I bent down to kiss her wrinkled nose, then shook my head at her. “It’s okay.” I stood back up. “I like to cook. Done it ever since I don’t live with Bliss anymore. Calms me down in a way.”
She nodded with a small smile, then got out of the bed. “I wanna watch you.”
***
Harlow
He was procrastinating. I wasn’t really hungry. The eggs and bacon this morning pretty much filled me up. But Hunter needed time and I would give that to him. So, watching him cook was what I did.
I sat on the counter, watching him cut the veggies and cook the meat. Every so often he would come over, kiss me passionately, then return to the stove. It was interesting to watch someone like Hunter cook. He was so concentrated, making sure the chicken breasts weren’t going to burn and seasoning the veggies in the pan with more herbs than I expected him to have in his tiny home.
He fascinated me more and more and I knew there were more things I had yet to find out about him. Just like he did about me.
“What’s your favorite food?” I asked, letting my legs dangle.
“Herb crusted rack of lamb. It’s pretty expensive so I don’t have it often,” he told me.
“Why not?” I puckered my lips, thinking about the next sentence I wanted to say. “Don’t you have just as much money as Jagger?”
He stopped for a second, then turned to me. “People at the store will think I’m some sort of thief getting a rack of lamb. So I send Bliss to get it for me but she’s not really known around the city to have a lot of money, either. People know she’s my sister and they assume she’s just as poor as I am. Besides, the things we like shouldn’t be taken for granted just because we have the money for it.”
He had a point. I smiled at him and nodded to approve of what he just said.
“Do you like lamb?” he then asked and leaned back against the counter opposite of me.
I shrugged. “I never had lamb before. Jagger and I like to buy chicken and sometimes beef.”
“Would you try it if I tell Bliss to get some racks? You’ll love it.”
“Sounds good to me,” I told him.
“And maybe we let Jagger and Bliss come eat some too.”
“I think that’s a good idea.”
Hunter wanting to let my brother and his sister be part of this made my heart feel even warmer than before. He wasn’t hiding me from them and he wasn’t hiding whatever we were from them, either.
We didn’t have many people around us who we called family. Knowing that Hunter wanted to keep them close was amazing and I couldn’t wait to sit around a table with them, deepening my relationship with Hunter and the new friendship I knew Bliss and I would have in the future.
Chapter Six
Harlow
We had dinner and I enjoyed it a little too much. Hunter’s cooking was amazing and he was very skilled. I had to give it to him. My cooking was okay. I mean, Jagger ate whatever I put on the table and that’s what counted. But Hunter knew what to do to make a meal taste like one at a restaurant.
“Have you ever thought about working as a cook? I mean there are many restaurants around town that need people in their kitchens. Frankie needs more cooks too. Maybe you could get a job at the diner,” I suggested, thinking it would be a nice idea working at the same diner with Hunter.
He let out a chuckle and shook his head. “I can barely keep my hands and eyes off you when you’re around. How do you expect me to work and concentrate there with you running around with that short uniform on, hm?”
My cheeks felt hot, and even after giving him a blowjob and not feeling any shame in it, him giving me compliments still made me feel silly and all tingly inside.
“I know you’re trying to help, Harlow, but I don’t want to work. Well, not like that.”
My brows furrowed and I watched his face as he stood up, taking both our plates and putting them into the sink. “What’s it like?” I asked.
“What’s what like?” he asked back, glancing over his shoulder.
Pressing my lips together, I thought about how to put my thoughts into words that wouldn’t come off offensive. “What’s it like to…kill someone?”
He didn’t move, his eyes still on mine, and I could tell by the way they showed me the emotions running through them that his mood was changing in an instant. Shit. Why would I even ask that?
“Why’d you think that I killed someone before?” he asked and turned, leaning back against the counter. I shrugged, puckering my lips and wishing I would’ve just been quiet for once. I couldn’t take his stare anymore, so my hands were the next best option to look at.
“Harlow.”
His voice was lower, almost like a growl. I didn’t look up, furrowing my brows even more. “Don’t be all shy now, love. You started this conversation, so we’re having it.”
***
Hunter
She shook her head and I tried to keep in all my anger. I hated the way I made her feel when she shouldn’t be feeling bad at all. I was the bad guy here and she had all the rights in the world to ask me about shit like that. So getting mad wasn’t an option. But even if it was Harlow, I hadn’t managed to keep my anger under control yet. I was trying my best.
“I don’t wanna talk about it,” she whispered, looking up at me with fear in her eyes and quickly looking back down. Fuck.
“Harlow,” I repeated, taking a few steps before crouching down in front of her. I grabbed her hands with one of mine and with the other, I lifted her chin so she would have to look at me.
“I’m trying really hard here to make this work with us and I know I wasn’t really good to you in the beginning. But the things you don’t know yet are pretty hard to swallow. I want to tell you everything but I also don’t want you to run because you’re scared of me. That’s the last thing I want, love.”
It all sounded so wrong. I was a fucking killer, not sure if she knew about it or just guessed, but her brother was the same and I had to make sure that she wouldn’t run.
“Good. I want to tell you every little detail so you can reflect on it and not just add things to my story with your imagination.”
“So why don’t you tell me now? I mean, I’m imagining the worst scenarios in my head already so why can’t you just tell me now?” she asked with a small voice.
Damn. She had a fucking point there.
I let out a sigh and let my head fall, closing my eyes. After a little while, I looked back up at her. “You made the killing thing up, right? Jagger didn’t tell you about shit like that.”
“No,” she said slowly. “But now I know that I wasn’t wrong about the killing thing.”
This girl was showing me the smart side of her I hadn’t seen before. I knew she wasn’t stupid. She had brains. But right now, she was making me look like a fucking idiot. I was also getting nervous knowing I was about to tell her some of my deepest secrets.
“Don’t be scared of me,” I told her, just wanting to make sure she would still trust me.
“I’m not scared of you, Hunter. I just need some clearance. I know what you’ll tell me won’t be something anyone would just listen to and not call the police. But you and Jagger are both in it and I’d be stupid if I would snitch on my brother. Or the one I love.”
Her last word surprised us both. Her eyes grew wide and I felt my mouth open and closing multiple times before a huge grin spread on my face, not able to hide it. “With ‘the one you love’ you meant Jagger…” I said, almost sarcastically.
She tensed, her whole face now turning red and her eyes leaving mine to look back at her hands. “No,” she mumbled, rolling her eyes before looking at me. “God, I’m so embarrassed.” Her hand came up to cover her eyes. She just admitted to loving me and all I wanted to do was say it back to her. But this was too fucking cute.