Tamed By You (Always & Forever #2)

30. Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty

Harry

Today is Ali’s last full day here and I don’t want her to leave. Dread pools in my stomach at the idea of not waking up to her, not sharing my morning coffee with her, not starting my day with her. Somehow, somewhere on this trip we have gone from fuck buddies to more. I know she prefers tea to coffee; she has to start her morning blasting music and eating something sweet; she likes odd numbers, she cries at movies and she… fuck, I’m more gone for this girl than I realized.

It's gone beyond a physical thing, I enjoy her company; I love just hanging out doing the mundane everyday things, but with her, they feel anything but. However, even though I feel I’ve got to know her more, I know there is still so much more, things she won’t share, a vulnerable side of her I am yet to see. I reluctantly roll away from Ali, not caring that I’m naked. Knowing my sister has left for work already, I head to the kitchen to make Ali her morning tea. We’ve fallen into this comfortable routine, and I don’t want it to end. I think I need to speak to Jack and Brad about coming back to New York sooner because this can’t be it; I don’t want this to be over.

I head back in the room, and Ali has started to stir. I set the steaming cups of tea and coffee on the nightstand and settle back into bed next to her, pressing myself against her warm back. She’ll sleep with nothing on below, but her bra or some kind of top will forever remain on her top half. I haven’t asked why, sensing its deeply personal and I hope when she’s ready, she may feel comfortable opening up that side of herself to me.

I press my face into her hair, inhaling her coconut scent and groan, “mmmm, good morning, Ali Cat,” I purr.

She stretches, rolling to face me, her sleepy ice blue eyes meet mine, and she looks beautiful, her hair hanging messily around her face and that ache in my belly comes back when it hits me that after tomorrow, this won’t be how my mornings start.

“Morning, H. Did you sleep okay?”

“I did. I’ve got used to your snoring now,” I tease.

She playfully pushes against my chest and gasps in shock “I do not snore, nothing but delicate, soft moans fall from this mouth. Thank you very much.”

“I beg to differ.”

“I’m serious. I do not snore.”

I move in closer, lightly brushing my lips to hers. “Well, how about we see what that mouth can do, huh?”

She grins and I roll on my back as she slides down under the covers. I relax against the pillows as Ali lowers herself and her smooth hands glide over my thick thighs and her body settles in between my legs. She goes straight for gold, taking me in her mouth without warning, and I jolt. “Fuck, Ali Cat, you aren’t messing around this morning.”

I groan as her hot tongue swirls around my tip, her hand massaging my balls. I’m so fucking close already, I feel my core tightening.

I hear a sound in the distance, but I don’t take much notice. I’m too close to shooting my load down Ali’s throat. My name is called by a voice you don’t want to be hearing when your fuck buddy, friend, girlfriend, I don’t know what to call her at this point, has her mouth wrapped round your dick and you are about to arrive at the finish line.

“… Harry are you in there…” a women’s voice mumbles from the other side of the door.

I couldn’t stop it if I tried. My balls tighten, my load shoots down Ali’s throat and she hums softly, just as footsteps near my bedroom door, and all I can do is shout before she enters.

“Mom, no.”