Part 8 (2/2)
”Please,” she whimpers, begging me.
I tighten my grip on her waist, hoisting her into my lap. She rests both her knees on either side of me, her mess of hair hanging down around us, tickling my face. Wrapping my hand around the back of her neck, I pull her face back down to mine, running my tongue along the seam of her lips before plunging it into her mouth.
She grinds down on my erection, another moan escaping when she realizes just how badly I want her.
All I want is to feel her tight around me, to show her exactly why she belongs right here and not with that douche she calls a boyfriend. She's mine now, whether she knows it or not.
There's no way in f.u.c.k I am letting her go again.
Grabbing the hem of her dress, I break away from her mouth just long enough to slide it over her head before tossing it onto the floorboard of the truck. I don't worry about anyone seeing us, given that it's pitch black outside and the windows are completely fogged.
I doubt Harlee even cares at this point.
Her fingers dig into the back of my hair and she slams her mouth back down onto mine, her entire body rigid with want and need. The thought that I'm the one doing this to her brings out an almost animalistic need to claim her.
Pus.h.i.+ng up, I spin, dropping her onto her back against the seat of the truck. Grabbing the waistband of her pants, I have them and her panties down before she has even processed my action.
I am so desperate to get inside of her; my hands are shaking by the time I unlatch my belt and jeans. Retrieving a condom from the glove box of the truck, I roll it down onto my c.o.c.k, which is so hard it's borderline painful, before spreading Harlee's legs wider.
I settle in between them, her thighs squeezing tightly against my hips as I line my erection at her entrance. With one last look into her l.u.s.t filled eyes, I push forward, groaning out when the tightness of her settles around me.
She feels so good. So f.u.c.king good.
”This isn't going to last long, baby,” I breathe against her mouth before dropping a heated kiss to her lips. ”You feel so f.u.c.king good around me.” I groan, pulling almost completely out of her before plunging back in.
Placing my hands on the door behind her, I throw one of her legs over my shoulder, sinking into her so deeply her head rolls to the side and a deep moan sounds from her throat. I pull out and then ram in again, loving that every time I do her actions and sounds become less censored and wilder and out of control.
It isn't long before I have worked myself into a steady rhythm, pounding in and out with so much force she has to push against the door above her head to keep herself in place.
”You. Are. Mine,” I grind out, my release threatening to rip through me at any moment. ”Say it Harlee.” I increase my speed. ”Tell me you're mine,” I demand.
”I'm yours,” she cries moments before I feel her tighten around me.
”f.u.c.k!” I groan, her o.r.g.a.s.m sending me soaring over the edge. The pleasure rips through me; the feeling of her clenching around me the most f.u.c.king incredible thing in the world.
Once I'm sure I have drained every last ounce of pleasure I can from her, I collapse down on top of her, resting my head against her chest. Her heart is beating so rapidly I can feel it pounding against the side of my face.
”What the f.u.c.k are you doing to me?” I ask, loving the way her chest rises and falls beneath me as she tries to catch her breath.
”I could ask you the same question,” she whispers, dropping her hands into my hair.
She runs her fingertips along my scalp, the feeling d.a.m.n near lulling me to sleep despite the fact that I'm anything but tired.
It took everything I had in me to let Harlee leave my truck. After lying with her in my arms for almost an hour, it was nearly impossible to drive away.
The combined scents of our bodies danced around me in the cab of the truck the entire way back to Portland. You would think after a two-hour drive I wouldn't still be wearing this ridiculous a.s.s smile, but as I pull my truck into the parking garage of my condo building, I still haven't managed to shake it.
I shove the truck into park after pulling into my a.s.signed s.p.a.ce, killing the engine before climbing out. Within minutes, I'm stepping out of the elevator onto the seventeenth floor, turning right as I take the hall all the way to the end. I shove my key into the door the moment I reach it.
I immediately spot Paxton, lounging in the living s.p.a.ce that sits directly off the foyer, a beer in one hand, the television remote in the other.
”Where the f.u.c.k have you been?” He tosses the remote next to him on the black leather couch, giving up on finding anything to watch.
”With Harlee.” I hang my keys on the wall before sliding off my converse.
”As in with Harlee?” He raises his eyebrows suggestively, taking a long drag of his beer.
”As in none of your f.u.c.king business,” I huff, crossing through the living room into the kitchen-dining room combo that is separated from the living s.p.a.ce by a half wall.
”Defensive; that's new,” Paxton observes. ”I didn't realize you guys were a real thing.” He stands, crossing into the kitchen to grab another beer from the fridge. ”Here.” He slides one into my hand before coming around to face me on the other side of the half wall.
”We aren't. I mean, we weren't,” I correct, not really sure what the f.u.c.k we're doing.
All I know is I want more. So much f.u.c.king more.
”Isn't she seeing someone?” He eyes me curiously.
”So what if she is?” I twist the cap off my beer and take a long swig, the cold liquid causing my eyes to water slightly as it slides down my throat.
”I didn't realize you were that guy,” he states matter of fact.
”If you mean the kind of guy who takes what the f.u.c.k he wants no matter what stands in his way, then yes, I guess I am that guy,” I say, not the least bit sorry for my actions.
Harlee belongs with me. Bryan is just going to have to move the f.u.c.k along. I may have been willing to share in the past, having never wanted someone the way I want Harlee, but I sure as s.h.i.+t am not willing to share her.
I want her all to myself. Every single f.u.c.king piece of her.
”You're really into this girl,” he observes.
”I am,” I admit, letting out a slow breath.
Harlee owns me. I've accepted it. There's no point in trying to hide it from my brothers. Paxton and Deck are my family. I have no qualms about leaving all my s.h.i.+t out on display for them to see. I know at the end of the day I get no judgment from them.
”I'm happy for you.” He takes a drink of his beer. ”I'm just not sure how good of an idea it is to get attached to a girl who has another guy in her life.”
”What the f.u.c.k is it to you?” I bite, taking another drink of my own beer.
”I don't give a f.u.c.k about the other dude.” He holds his hands up in front of himself, misunderstanding my meaning. ”I just want you to think long and hard about what you're doing. You're f.u.c.king another dude's girl. Have you considered that at the end of the day you're just the guy she's f.u.c.king and not the one she wants a real relations.h.i.+p with?”
”You don't know what you're talking about.” I drain the rest of my beer in one long drink, dropping the empty bottle into the trash can next to me.
While I may not be willing to entertain the thought that somehow this doesn't go the way I want, I'd be lying if I said it hadn't crossed my mind at least once or twice over the last few days.
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