Tamed By You (Always & Forever #2)

25. Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Five

Harry

The guests start to make their way to their rooms, leaving just a few of us to gather in the bar area. Ali is talking animatedly with Harley and Kate as they watch over Gabby, who has fallen asleep across some chairs.

I can't help but look at her and my heart feels warm. She's the youngest in our group and we all feel a little protective of little Gabby.

“I had better get going,” Noah says raising his drink and draining the contents.

I hate that he has to go so soon. I miss him. “It’s good to see you, bud. When will we see you again?”

He runs a palm over his jaw and sighs. “Not sure. This next tour is going to be long one, but you know me, I’ll pop up when you least expect it.”

I clap his back and lean in, feeling myself getting choked up. We’ve been through so much, seen so much together, I don’t think any of us will feel whole again until he leaves the special forces and comes back home to us, permanently.

“You stay safe, brother, okay? Promise me.”

He pulls back from the embrace and sniffs. “I always do. You make sure he takes care of my baby sister okay,” he says with a playful smile.

“He will,” I nod. He leaves and I take the moment alone to finish my drink and take a deep breath. What a day. I love a good wedding and it puts ideas in my head. Do I want this one day? Never really imagined myself settling down, but watching Jack do it makes me want to. Watching what he has, the happiness he feels when he’s around Ria. I want that.

I raise my head when I hear Ali’s voice. “Brad.” I watch as Ali points to Gabby, gesturing for him to pick her up.

“Guess I’m on Gabby duty,” he grumbles, walking past me placing his empty glass down on the bar.

Brad takes off his tux jacket, draping it over Gabby, and then scoops her up. She looks so fragile in his big arms. He looks down and smiles. Brad might seem like a miserable fucker, but I know better.

I head over to where Ali and Brad stand.

“... thank you. I'll be up in a second. Here’s the key,” Ali says, popping the key card between Brads fingers then stroking Gabby’s hair out of her face.

“Gabs gone hard again on the liquor,” I chuckle.

“She's a nightmare. She has three drinks, and she's gone,” Ali says, looking at her with concern in her eyes. “Someone really needs to teach this girl her limits. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve carried her home.”

“I’m sure you could teach her.” I wink.

Brad deadpans, “Anyway…” his tone grows lower, “I’m sure you two want some time to do whatever the fuck it is you’ve been doing. I’ll babysit the princess.”

“Are you sure?” Ali asks hesitantly. “She usually vomits when she’s been drinking. You sure you can deal with that?”

“Oh, I’m aware. Remember Vegas? It won't be the first time I’ve held her hair back. I’ve got her.”

Ali plants a kiss on his cheek. “You're the best.”

“I owe you brother,” I add gratefully.

“Oh, you do. More than you know.” I give him a grin and lean to whisper in Ali’s ear.

“My suite, five minutes. I'll go, then you follow.” She nods, and I notice goosebumps scattering across her skin and her nipples hardening behind the thin material of her dress.

I say my goodbyes to everyone and excuse myself. Stepping out into the vast white hallway of the hotel, I head to the elevator, hitting the button for my floor. Excitement thrumming through me at the idea of finally being alone with Ali for the night.

The door pings and I stride so quickly I’m almost running to my hotel room.

Calm down, man. You’re not a horny fifteen-year-old.

I enter my suite and throw my room key on the entry table and kick off my shoes. Walking to the bedroom, I take off my jacket and undo my bowtie.

There is a four-poster bed that looks fit for a king.

I begin to undo my shirt when I hear a faint knock on the door. I race to open it with such an urgency I could rip it off its hinges. There she stands looking as stunning as she did at the beginning of the day, clutching her shoes in one hand. I bend down and scoop her up, throwing her over my shoulder. She lets out an excited squeal as I close the door and she drops her heels to the ground.

“Put me down,” she giggles, and I give her ass a light slap.

I pick up speed and begin to run into the bedroom.

“Harry,” she squeals, her voice light and airy. I toss her on to the bed and she bounces, as she lets out a deep belly laugh. I can’t help but laugh along with her because the sound is infectious. I dive on her and she squeals again.

“I've wanted to do this all day,” I say, closing the gap between us and pressing my lips to hers.

“Me too,” she murmurs between kisses. She pushes against me, and I know that she wants to be on top. I’ve noticed she needs that control, and I will gladly give it to her.

I roll us and she breaks the kiss, straddling me. My fingers weave into her hair, dragging her down so our lips can meet again. Her hands trail down my chest, unhooking the buttons on my shirt. Her fingers tracing over the outline of my military tattoo.

“I like this,” she tells me as she continues to smooth her finger over my inked skin. My tattoos are special to me. It’s a mixture of the Marine Corps symbol, a compass, the Helmand Province map, and a star for Scotty. After we lost him, Jack, Brad, Noah and I all got a tattoo. It made us feel like we had a part of him with us. I squeeze my eyes shut, needing to block out the memory of that day in Afghanistan and the events that followed because it’s just too painful. Instead, I focus on the stunning woman straddling my lap and get lost in her touch.

I watch in fascination as she leans down and presses a kiss over my heart where the star is, then continues open mouth kisses over every tattoo. Every caress searing into my skin. It's the most intimate we've ever been. I feel more exposed than I ever have but I don't even care. I want to bear it all to her.

She reaches for the button on my pants and tugs, pulling them down and freeing my erect cock she looks up at me through hooded eyes and licks her lips, and my dick twitches, pre cum leaking from the tip.

Jesus, I'm not going to last a minute here.

Her hot tongue swipes across my tip, lapping up the pre cum and I groan. She wastes no time in taking all of me into her mouth and sucks me hard, hollowing out her cheeks, then coming all the way up and swirling her tongue and flicking the tip, making my body jolt in pleasure. It’s already taking every bit of effort not to come.

“Fuck, baby, you keep doing that and I’m gonna shoot my load down your pretty little throat.”

She moans softly at my words, taking me so deep I hit the back of her throat, but she doesn’t stop, I feel her open up and relax as she continues, her perfect lips wrapping around my cock. I fight to keep my eyes focused on her, not wanting to miss a second, but so lost in this pleasure she is giving me, it’s hard to keep them open. I take her hair into my hand so I can watch as her eyes flutter shut, and I gasp in pleasure as she lightly grazes her teeth along my hard length. It is an intoxicating mixture of pleasure and pain and I welcome it, moving my hips and thrusts deeper into her mouth needing more. Her hand cups my balls, giving them a little squeeze, and I nearly catapult off the bed.

“Fuck, Ali baby, what are you doing to me?” I say, my voice ragged.

She smiles round my cock and continues her assault. Sucking, taking every inch of me, she squeezes my balls once again making them tighten and my dick begins to twitch. I’m so close, and then I feel it: something grazes my ass.

“Baby, what the…” I can’t get my words out. I’m so lost in this euphoric feeling.

She frees me from her mouth, and I let out a frustrated moan, to wanting her to stop.

“Trust me?” Her breathing is hot and heavy. I nod. Because I do. I trust her. Eyes focused on me she pushes her index finger into her mouth and sucks on it, and that action alone almost has me coming on the spot.

She takes me back in her mouth, sucking, her head bobbing, her hand cupping my balls again, and then I feel a light pressure against my back entrance. I close my eyes. Never has a girl given me a blow job like this. This one has me writing my wedding vows, because fuck, is this not the best I’ve ever had?

The pressure building in my core has me fisting the sheets with my free hand and the grip on her hair tightening. “Baby I’m…” My words are stolen as the pressure against my asshole increases and I go off like a fucking hand grenade and I see stars, a guttural moan leaves me as white-hot pleasure courses through me as cords of cum spill down her throat, and she laps up every drop.

“What are you doing to me?” I repeat, my words from earlier as I sag on the bed, utterly spent.

Releasing me from her mouth, she climbs up my body and kisses me. I don't care that I can taste my saltiness on her lips. I want her, need her like I need air. Rolling her onto her back, she squeaks as I pin her to the mattress, taking a moment to look at her. Her pillow-soft lips, looking fuller and pinker than usual, form a perfect O when I cup her cheek. Nuzzling my nose with hers, I ask her before I can talk myself out of it, “Come to London with me?”

Her body goes rigid beneath me. “W-What?” she stammers.

“Come to London with me?” I repeat as I stare into her icy blue eyes.

“What do you mean, come with you? I have work, I can’t just—”

I cut her off. “Come for a day, a week, a month I don't care. I just… I’m not ready for this to stop. Not yet.”

There's a silence between us as I search her eyes, as if those blue irises will give me the answer I so desperately want.

She bites down on her plump bottom lip, dragging it between her teeth as she nods.

“Is that a yes?” Hope floods my voice.

“Yeah. I’ll figure something out, but yes, I’ll come to London.”

I crash my lips back down on hers, excitement thrumming through me. She said yes. I don't want to question her anymore, knowing this is a huge step for us, so I show my gratitude the best way I know how. Dragging her lace panties down her toned legs, I discard them on the floor before I settle myself in between her legs and look up at her with a grin.

“My turn.”