17. Harley
Chapter Seventeen
HARLEY
A full week had passed since my first night with Grant.
Since then, we'd spent a few stolen hours together every night. We mostly used my bedroom because it was a little farther away from Cat’s, which was directly across the hall from Grant’s room.
Grant would spend a few hours with me before getting up early and slipping back into his bedroom.
I even noticed that he was going out of his way to leave his bed unmade so Cat wouldn't suspect anything.
That made the whole thing feel even more sneaky. I secretly loved it. I was coming to crave my skin-to-skin time with him. Yet it was doing absolutely nothing to achieve my goal of burning him out of my system.
I kept telling myself I wasn't going to catch feelings for him. I couldn't help the thrill of anticipation that sizzled through me when I opened the door Friday and found him alone on the couch.
“Where's Cat?” I asked.
He glanced my way, and the heat banked in his gaze sent my belly into a wild flip. “She's staying in town tonight with a friend.”
“Oh.”
I felt the burn of his gaze on me as I hung my jacket up and kicked off my shoes. My purse fell to the floor with a thud.
Every night with him had been fiery hot, and now we didn't have to keep it quiet. All that pent-up tension was like an engine revving too hard and fast in my body.
As soon as I began crossing the room, he stood from the couch.
We reached each other in two strides. His hand slid into my hair as he dipped his head and fit his mouth over mine.
Our kiss combusted. Sparks and smoke practically flew from the force of the explosion.
We were hungry for each other, near frantic as we tugged at each other’s clothes.
“Fuck, Harley,” he groaned.
I unbuttoned his jeans, quickly sliding my palm down. I was greedy to feel him. My hand closed around his velvety-hot length, and I shifted my thighs, already wet and needy for him.
“Well, that's the point, isn't it?” I murmured as I strung kisses across his now bare chest.
His throaty chuckle sent tingles spinning like little pinwheels of sparks over my skin. I needed to taste him. Impatient, I shoved his jeans and boxers down at once, and his cock sprang free.
I leaned over, swirling my tongue around the tip, savoring the salty tang of his cum. His fingers laced in my hair, and the sting on my scalp spun into the rest of the sensations stampeding through my body.
“Fuck, sweetheart. Not yet,” he growled.
My mouth closed around him, and I sucked him in deeply. His hand fisted more tightly in my hair as I curled my palm around his wet length, letting it slide up and down. I teased him with my mouth and tongue, sucking deeply again.
“Harley…” He let out a groan just before his cum spurted into my mouth.
“I was impatient,” I explained as I rose up, swiping my tongue across my bottom lip.
Grant’s eyes darkened. “Your turn,” he murmured in a low whisper.
He spun me around. He'd already divested me of my shirt, and he trailed his knuckles lightly along the lace edge of my bra. My nipples tightened in anticipation. A moment later, cool air hit them as he undid the clasp and pushed my bra off my shoulders.
“Hmm, where should I start?” His fingers trailed down the side of my neck, sending goose bumps prickling over the surface of my skin.
His touch was as light as air and barely a whisper, but it felt like flames licking over my skin. That fiery touch trailed down, teasing one nipple and then the other as he watched me. My channel was clenching.
“Grant,” I begged.
“Oh, no, sweetheart. You bought yourself a ticket to me taking my time. I need to get ready for round two.”
My mouth fell open with a little gasp when he lightly pinched a nipple. His mouth followed, closing around my nipple and giving a sharp suck. I cried out. Even the feel of his low chuckle on my skin was yet another sensation, something else to amp up the need driving me.
He teased my breasts, my thoughts blurring as fierce desire rushed through me. He hadn’t even unbuttoned my jeans yet. I started to get impatient and reached between us, but he pushed my hands away.
“That's for me.”
I was acquainted with Grant’s maddening tendency to drag things out. I knew what lay at the end of this torture—an explosive, body-shattering orgasm.
So I acquiesced. By the time he finally unbuttoned my jeans and shoved them down over my hips, my panties were drenched. He pushed them to the side, teasing his fingers in my folds, murmuring, “Just for me.”
I bit my lip, trying to keep from crying out. Another moment later, he had me stretched out on the couch and was pushing my knees apart. I felt the subtle burn of his stubble when he dropped hot kisses on the inside of each thigh. He finally, finally , brought his mouth to my sex.
My hips bucked into him instantly. He already knew me well.
He knew just what to do to bring me to the edge.
He fucked me slow and sure with his fingers while his tongue teased me to near incoherence.
A flash of pleasure finally burst in a ray through my body.
My mind went blank as I cried out, and the orgasm hit me in deep waves with the pleasure running through so forcefully that I was nearly limp.
By the time he rose up, I dragged my eyes open, propping myself on my elbows to see him kicking his jeans free of his ankles. His arousal jutted out. He turned, sitting on the couch and murmuring, “Come ’ere. I know you like to ride me.”
I did. That said, Grant inside me any which way was amazing. But this was just perfect. Somehow, I gathered enough muscle coordination to straddle him. On the heels of a breath, he was filling me. He controlled my descent, and the delicious feel of him stretching me elicited a deep moan.
My forehead fell to his, and he kissed me, slow and light. He gripped my hips and thrust, filling me completely. The pressure where we were joined created a pleasure so intense, I had to bite my lip to keep from coming again.
“Sweetheart, you don't have to wait. I'm right there with you,” Grant murmured against my lips.
One more thrust and the slippery pressure over my clit sent me spiraling again as I cried out. I loved that he said my name on the heels of a ragged shout. The heat of his release filled me, satisfying in a way I didn't even understand.
I curled against him, and he simply held me there on the couch. I could feel his heart beating against mine. Our breathing slowed together. His fingers sifted through my hair, and I loved it. This was the part I was starting to worry about.
Oh, the sex was amazing. Beyond amazing. I just wasn't supposed to feel so good being held by him. It felt exactly right.
As the youngest in my family, I had always fought to show that no one needed to worry about me. I fought to be independent, fought to be strong. As a result, I hated to feel vulnerable. Yet with Grant, I did.
It frightened me because my usual inclination to fight against it when we were together like this dissipated into nothing.
“Do you think that was too loud?” he asked.
I giggled against his neck where my head was tucked. I lifted it, meeting his eyes. “It doesn't matter. Cat’s not here. Is she gone all weekend?” I asked, not even bothering to keep the hopeful tone out of my voice.
“I don't know. Definitely tonight. Nora dropped her off.”
“Ah, so we should christen every room in the house while we have time.”
Grant chuckled. “Well, we've already taken care of the kitchen, now the living room, the stairs, your bedroom, and my bedroom. I'm sorry, but my sister's bedroom is off-limits for me. But there's the bathroom.”
He waggled his eyebrows, and I giggled again. A teeny-tiny voice, like the kind you hear from a great distance, tried to shout out in my mind that I should be worried. This was supposed to feel awkward, but it didn't. I ignored it.