Sit (The Shores Book 1)

by Allie York

  “We should go. I just want you to take me home,” She had lost her damn mind. I had a plan and it ended with waking up next to Ozma and making love to her all day. I didn’t even dignify her request with a response, because it was ridiculous. I knotted my hands in her hair and tilted her head back to kiss up her throat up to her mouth. She was hesitant at first, but curled her fingers into the back of my hair and gave up. My cock didn’t seem to understand that I was trying to ease her mind and not fuck her in the car, but I had no control over it. My tongue tangled with hers, making me moan and her whimper. The intoxicating taste of her mouth drove me wild. My hands left her hair to grab her hips and I ground her down onto me, relieving some of the pressure building between us. Forget that I got the world’s best hand job earlier, I was a greedy bastard.

  “You are so fucking sexy, Oz,” Her hips rocked under my grip, rubbing her heat against me and making her moan. I held back, trying not to come in my pants before going into the clinic, but kept moving her, making her ride me. Her heavy breathing turned into hums and her head fell back. I bit gently at her nipple through her shirt and Ozma came undone, riding my clothed cock and tensing until she shook all over, and her nails dug into my neck. My name bounced around Jolene and I almost lost the fight to control myself.

  Her forehead touched mine and she melted into my arms. I kissed her nose, making her giggle. “Ready?” Ozma nodded against my forehead, and even in the streetlight, I could see her blushing. She started to move back to her seat, but I grabbed her ass, holding her against me, “I think I’m addicted to you, Oz. Don’t expect to ever get rid of me.” I inhaled deep against her neck, committing the scent to memory.

  “Okay,” Oz went back to her seat, and I slid mine back into position before starting Jolene and pulling away from the curb. Her hand found mine on the gearshift, and she laced our fingers, glancing at me like she thought I might vanish. It was going to be a long shift before I could get home and lay her out on my bed to enjoy every bit of her lush body.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Ozma

  I had been to the emergency clinic five times before Halloween, and was getting better at helping out and anticipating what they would need before I was asked. Sometimes it was a rough night and pets died, owners were devastated, and I did my best to comfort them. Other times my man saved the day all around and we crashed at my place happy and content. Halloween night was terrible, by far the worst. I was still in a pretty pissy mood after my father showed up where he wasn’t supposed to be and said what he did. Not even a earth shattering orgasm in Jolene could fix the self-consciousness and embarrassment I was drowning in. If my own father found me disgusting, how could Harris ever really love me or find me attractive?

  I sat by while two dogs were euthanized and a cat died of a massive infection before the night was over. Those were just the deaths. Jax and Layla were whispering by the desk and Harris had disappeared when it was time for Rick to come in and take over. With the knowledge that I was going home with him, instead of to my house, I was able to keep the tears back. Anticipation took the place of despair.

  “Come on, Kitten,” Harris brushed past me, his deep voice echoing off the empty foyer and making me shutter. It had been a hard night, and he was being cold, but I really couldn’t blame him. I knew, maybe better than he did, that he saw each loss as a failure. Sometimes, things couldn’t be helped, but Harris took each death personally. We both climbed in Jolene and started toward his condo. Blair swore that she was taking care of Ziggy so I could relax. After such a rough night, I wasn’t sure if I could expect him to still make good on his promise of taking me home with him, but I wasn’t relaxing. Harris dropped his hand on my knee and drove in silence.

  In a blur of exhaustion, we made it to his condo, and I was dragged into a very minimalist kind of place. No decorations, no warmth of home, just the bare minimum. Harris still hadn’t spoken to me, so I wandered around, checking out the kitchen and living room. Everything looked like a model home- no personal items, nothing to say anyone lived there. “Ozma,” The rumble of his voice in the silence made me jump, but I followed the sound to a bedroom that was just as bare with a king sized bed in the center. Harris was in an undershirt and boxers so I got to appreciate those amazing muscular thighs. “Bathroom is across the hall,” He handed me a shirt, “If I don’t get in bed, I may pass out.” Harris smiled, but only barely, and I left to change. The bathroom matched the rest of the house. White towels, nothing on the sink, nothing decorative. It was like he was renting the space so he never put his stuff in it.

  It was dark when I came back into the bedroom and I tugged at the hem of his shirt self-consciously before groping my way to the bed. Once I found it, a big warm hand pulled me in and Harris nuzzled into my neck, wrapping around me and squeezing, “I’m sorry Halloween sucked,” I rubbed my hand across his jaw, feeling the stubble.

  “Everything will be better when we get up. Thanks for coming with me. It didn’t seem right to stay anywhere else tonight. When I’m inside you the first time, it should be in my house, in my bed.” A lump rose in my throat and my breathing halted. His statement scared the shit out of me and made me hot as hell at the same time. I wanted Harris, all of him, so damn bad, but once that line was crossed, there was no going back. I just hoped he understood what that meant for us once we did. I passed out before I could think too much about it.

  I woke up to darkness, with the dimmest light peeking through the curtains across the room. The red numbers on the night stand clock said it was nine in the morning, so we had only been out a few hours, but Harris had his face in my neck, kissing and nibbling at my flesh. I sighed and leaned into the sensation as my heart sped up.

  “Good morning,” I stretched, and his hand started at my neck, moving down to my chest, then down my stomach. Harris ran his hand underneath, pulling my shirt up until it was around my neck and I moved to pull it off entirely.

  “Good morning,” Harris said it against my skin, his deep voice vibrating through me, and slid down to pull my bra down, licking his path to my nipples. I realized he was completely naked when his body slid against mine. My mind wanted to protest, insist he slow down, but my body had different ideas. I arched into him, whimpering when he bit gently at my nipple, and his hand toyed with the elastic of my panties. Harris kept torturing me, and I started squirming under him. He pinned me to the mattress, keeping me still, “I want you.” Three little words uttered into my neck made me shudder.

  I let go of the sheets and grabbed his face, locking on to those amazing eyes, “Then what are you waiting for?” Harris attacked my mouth with one of his mind-numbing kisses, his tongue working magic against mine, and dragging my bottom lip between his teeth. I whined when he left my lips to slide my panties down, tossing them off the end of the bed, and kissing my ankle. His mouth planted tiny kisses up to my knee, leaving goosebumps in his wake, and he switched to the other leg, spreading my legs further apart until he reached the apex of my thighs, “Harris, I-” my words fell short when his mouth hit me. My body jerked, bucking my hips without my consent. A warm chuckle of air hit me before Harris dove back in, devouring me into a limp puddle. His tongue made every sane thought leave me and I fell, no, I was shoved into an abyss. Once I landed, I was no more than a boneless, panting mess on the mattress.

  Harris kissed up my body, positioning between my legs, and dropped to his elbows so his face hovered just a fraction of an inch above me. Every inch of the rest of his body was pressed to mine, “You are so fucking beautiful, Ozma.” He kissed me, hard, nibbling at my lips and driving me insane. My nails dug into his back, hair and neck. He moved impossibly closer, still kissing me hard enough to make me dizzy. My body hummed and throbbed, begging him to be inside me, filling me, making love to me.

  I wiggled my hips, urging him further, “Harris, please.” I begged against his mouth. I knew it was going to hurt, but I didn’t care. I needed him closer.

  He moved his hips enough to tease me e
ndlessly, “I’m trying to be gentle, but your begging is making that difficult,” His mouth took mine again and I dragged my nails down his back to that amazing ass.

  “Then don’t be gentle,” The words were barely out of my mouth when he thrust in hard and steady. My back arched off the bed and a gasp came out as the most delicious burn consumed me. I didn’t realize I had closed my eyes until I felt Harris kissing me gently and I opened them to see him frantically searching my face. My body adjusted to his and relaxed when he moved again, irritatingly slow. I could barely keep my eyes open, and his hand cupped my face, stroking my cheek, and leaving light kisses on my face.

  “More.” I begged shamelessly and Harris growled.

  “I love you,” Harris dropped his head down, burying his face into my neck and everything slowly vanished. My hands gripped his hair and a groan came from low in his chest.

  My ankles locked around his hips, “Love you,” I panted in his ear, slowly coming undone again. With nothing but the heavy sounds of our breathing and his hot breath hitting my neck, I felt it building from the inside out. Nothing else in the world mattered.

  “You are going to be the end of me, Ozma,” Harris ground the words into my neck and the orgasm building exploded inside me. Stars lit behind my eyes, my nails raked his flesh, and I felt him tense above me, growling in his chest while his body trembled with mine. As I came back to reality, Harris did too, and he rolled us over so I was laid across his chest. When I finally opened my eyes to look up at him, Harris was smiling down at me, and quickly swiped the tear rolling down my cheek. Stupid crying.

  We laid there in the silence, with him rubbing my back and me drawing circles on his chest until his stomach growled. His deep laugh matched my giggle, “I guess we should eat. You okay?”

  “I’m amazing,” I’m not sure what I expected, but I felt nothing but elation and the overwhelming urge to never let Harris out of my grasp. When he tried to move, I curled tighter around him. No one needs food that bad. He laughed, settling back down to let me have him in our little bubble a little longer.

  “You sure?” I kissed his collar bone, nodding, and my answer seemed to please him because he relaxed even more. We stayed quiet, still in the darkness until his damn phone rang. We ignored it and Harris kissed my forehead, leaving his lips lingering until it rang again. He groaned, I whined, and he went to grab his phone, leaving me with the sight of that amazing bare ass striding across the room. I retreated, naked, to the bathroom while he talked to whoever called and interrupted our bubble of bliss.

  The second I looked at myself in the mirror, my euphoria vanished. My cheeks were tinged pink and my neck and chest were red from friction. A wild mess of blonde hair surrounded my face. I looked well-loved, or well-used. My brain and my heart went to war over which it was. My brain kicked into the mode I spent my life being conditioned for. The voice telling me how unworthy I was screamed at me, calling me desperate, calling me a whore, calling me easy. Then the other voice spoke up, the one that sounded like Harris, calling me beautiful and telling me he loved me. The amount of crazy in the bathroom was a little scary. Instead of dwelling on either one, I grabbed the robe from the door and went to find food for Harris.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Harris

  Once I finally got mom off the phone, I realized Ozma hadn’t come back from the bathroom, so I went looking for her. I found her in the kitchen, wearing my robe and whisking eggs in a bowl in front of my stove. No matter how good the morning had been, it just kept getting better.

  “Good morning,” I slid an arm around her waist, pulling her back to me as she poured the mixture into a hot skillet. This is what I’ve been missing.

  “Did you tell me you love me so I would have sex with you?” Ozma didn’t sound mad, or even hurt, but her voice was just above a whisper. I jerked the spatula from her hand and spun her toward me, making her look up at me with a finger under her chin, “It’s just that you already planned on bringing me, and-” I kissed her to stop the insane things coming out of her mouth, and Ozma fought to push me off her until I cupped her face. I pressed my forehead to hers and closed my eyes.

  “Bringing you home with me and having a conversation with you was the plan, but plans change. I didn’t tell you anything just to get something out of it, Oz.” She finally nodded once and pushed me off so she could cook, “Mom called. Dinner at seven sound good?”

  “Sure,” She whispered.

  “Please look at me, Ozma,” Her dark eyes were swimming in tears, “I knew what was riding on this when I said I was taking you home. I’m not the other assholes in your life and you’re not going to treat me like one. I do love you, and it’s staying that way. The only thing I want out of this is you.”

  “Okay,” Ozma flipped the eggs in the skillet, letting the other side cook then slid them onto a plate. Before she could go anywhere I had her around the waist, setting her on the counter. I wasn’t about to let her run, not from me, not ever. I grabbed the plate, and a fork, scooping a bite up and offering it to her. The look on her face was screaming at me that she hated me, but she took the bite and I leaned against the counter between her knees.

  “Let’s go take Ziggy to the park before dinner,” I watched the fork slide from between her lips and Oz nodded. “The one with the ducks?”

  “Maybe Ziggy and I will just stay home. I don’t want to interrupt a family thing. I feel bad enough that you haven’t been going on Sundays,” Ozma picked at her nail.

  “You and Ziggy are coming with me to have dinner with my mother and sister at seven. Before that, we’re going to walk around the park to wear the crazy dog out. The entire time we’re there, you are going to hold my hand and smile because you love me and like spending time with me.” I offered her the last bite of eggs and she snatched it off the fork, fighting a smile, “Got it?”

  Oz smirked, “Yes, Dr. Oswin.” I leaned in to kiss her and untied the belt on my robe at the same time. She must have thought I was kidding about never getting enough of her, but her swatting at my hands wasn’t stopping me. Ozma pulled the robe tight around her and I reached back to drag my shirt over my head.

  “I’m gonna shower,” I kissed down her neck and her hold on the robe loosened, “You should come with me.” I had just gotten to her collar bone when she gave up, “I can help you get all those hard to reach places.”

  Oz grabbed my face in her hands, “Sorry I freaked out. You’re not an asshole.” I snatched her up by the ass and her legs went around my waist as I carried her to the bathroom.

  “You’re allowed a freak out,” I set her on the counter, wedging between her knees, “I can be an asshole. And a Jackass.” Her arms went around my neck, and I took the opportunity to untie the robe, kissing my way down the valley between her breasts. She didn’t fight me; instead, she shrugged it the rest of the way to the counter, leaving the robe pooled around her waist. I licked the pulse of her neck and Oz hummed the sexiest sound, making me needy all over again. She’s going to kill me.

  Instead of caving into the carnal need to be inside her again, I left her on the counter to turn the water on and she quickly covered herself, “Your jackass is showing,” Ozma grumbled at me. I winked at her and climbed under the hot jets, leaving the shower door cracked, “I’m not getting in there with you.”

  “Chicken,” I squeezed a puddle of shampoo in my hand and rubbed it into my hair, “What happened to that girl who takes no shit and calls me Dr. Douchecanoe? She’s missing and I need her back.” Just as I leaned back to rinse my hair, the shower door opened and quickly slid closed.

  “That girl is very exposed and very self-conscious,” I opened my eyes to see a red-faced Ozma trying to cover up everything at once. Thankfully, she was failing because all of her needed to be seen.

  I took her hand to pull her to me, “You are sexy as hell,” My wet hand slid over her skin fluidly, and I palmed her ass, “How the fuck did I get this lucky?” Ozma rolled her eyes, but smiled, just a little, �
��Maybe we should stay here. We can alternate between the bed and the shower. If we start to get bored with those, we can branch out to the dining table and couch.” I took both her hands in one of mine, and raised them over her head, backing her into the wall.

  “Sounds like that could take more than just one day. Should I call into work tomorrow? Do you need to have Rick cover your appointments?” Ozma teased, leaning in to kiss me. The mention of Rick had my barbaric side flaring up, and I kissed her harder, biting her lip. Maybe calling in would be just what we needed. I was already hard against her again, and had her squirming between me and the wall in a matter of seconds.

  “I’m not done with you,” I’d never be done with her.

  A hum came from her throat and she tugged one of her wrists from my grip to latch on to the back of my neck, “Please don’t be done.” Her leg came around my hip, and needy desperate sounds hit my neck when I slid home, “Oh God.” I knew I hurt her the first time, but I shoved that thought back, and focused on the present. That ‘oh god’ was nothing but pleasure, and I completely understood the sentiment.

  The water rained down, hitting my back, and filling the room with steam, and I licked every droplet I could reach from her skin. I moved to lace my fingers with hers, still holding one arm against the wall, and dug my fingers into the flesh of her thigh. Every soft, lush inch of Ozma moved against me, and the sounds she made, started unraveling me. Her head hit the tiles, a blissful cry fell from her parted lips, and her nails dug in at my shoulder. I licked up her throat as her body tightened and trembled around me. I wanted to watch, to memorize every bit of her pleasure, but I slipped over that ledge with her. The groan that tore from my throat was feral, primal, and I fell into her to keep upright. Ozma’s forehead fell into my shoulder and I let her hand go. She latched on to me, wrapping both arms around my shoulders, trying to get me closer.