Chapter Twenty-Seven
WELL, THE DAY WAS officially lost to the hunt for a damn scooter, because Grease was fast, and came back with, not only footage of the theft, but also a crime carried out with it just a half hour later, when the fuckers used it to get away from trying to rob a jewellery shop.
As if that wasn’t bad enough, they came off it at what was a relatively impressive speed for the little two wheeler, and it was officially trashed.
Rocket offered to close up, so we could get Leah home to her mum, but once we were outside, ready to leave, she insisted on taking a taxi.
We saw her off, after I thoroughly fucking checked that the driver was the one she’d booked, and that left us standing outside, staring at each other and wondering whether we could just sneak off.
“I guess I should uh…”
“Do you have clients coming in?”
I shook my head, and Caroline smiled. “What if… what if I cook for us at my house?” I darted a quick glance inside to see what Rocket was up to, and the fucker was watching me with a knowing grin. He flicked a hand at me, telling me to get lost, and you know what? I fucking did.
As much as I wanted Caroline on the back of my ride, she insisted on riding her own, so I followed behind, keeping a close eye on her, all the way back to her house.
I mean, it wasn’t the same as having her wrapped around me, but it was a pleasure to watch her take those bends and curves like a fucking professional.
As we reached her place, I grabbed my phone, which was buzzing with a call from Micro, and followed her inside as I answered it.
“Yeah, Pres?”
“I heard about your daughter’s ride. She doing okay?”
Once more I was struck by how different he was to Crusher, because that fucker would have never cared, and either told me that the club came first, or he’d have probably tried to use her to make me do shit I wasn’t willing to do.
“She’s upset, but at least she wasn’t on it when it got trashed.”
Caroline was already fussing around in the kitchen, so I joined her, getting the kettle on and mugs out while I spoke to Micro.
“I know Grease was on the case, but I stayed out of the way since it was urgent. The main thing is she’s okay, but, dude, seriously… a scooter? When are you getting her a proper ride?”
I snorted, reaching out to tuck a curl behind Caroline’s ear as she dug a covered dish out of the fridge.
“She’s not getting a proper fucking ride, and that’s something her mother and I agree on. I’m hoping she’ll go for a cage next. She’s got her licence now.”
I saw Caroline frowning at me, so I whispered ‘car’ to her, and she made an ‘oh’ face.
“Nah, once you live the two wheel life, there’s no going back, man. Just ask Grease.”
“I’m not having her on something fast enough to fucking kill her, Pres. Leave it alone.”
“Better hope she doesn’t fall for a biker then,” he barked a laugh, and spoke again before I could argue, “maybe she’ll hit it off with Rocket.”
“Over my dead fucking body!”
I hung up on the bastard, especially since his laughter was his only response. I tossed the phone on the kitchen counter, and turned to see Caroline staring at me with wide eyes.
“What did he say to get that response?”
“Suggesting that my daughter gets it on with Rocket. Fuck no!”
She shrugged a shoulder. “He’s not so bad. I’m getting used to him now.”
I grabbed one of those cute little curls and tugged it lightly, leaning closer to the woman I was pretty much ready to re-claim as mine.
“Don’t get too used to him. You’re only allowed to get used to me.”
“You’re the only one I want to get used to, Harley. Um… I’ve just put lasagne in the oven, so we’ve got about forty minutes to wait. What do you want to do with it?”
My brain was already ‘doing the math’, so I grinned widely.
“You, baby.”
Her mouth fell open and, as I grabbed her and tugged her along behind me, on the way to her bedroom, I heard her start giggling.
It was my favourite fucking sound from her.
Her sighs and gasps were beautiful, but when she giggled?
When she did that, I knew she was feeling free and happy, and that was what I wanted to give her for the rest of her fucking life.
Caroline
HARLEY WASTED NO TIME, practically shoving me down on my bed, and dragging my clothing off, piece by piece, practically glaring at it before tossing it across the room.
He wasn’t even undressed yet, but he had me totally naked.
It was such a weird dichotomy. The fully dressed man in my bedroom with me naked.
It was a clear power dynamic, with me ranking beneath him, but I didn’t want it any other way.
“Kiss me, Harley!” I practically yelled at him, and his chuckles dissipated as he kissed me hard, pressing me back against my bed. His lips travelled over my chin and down to my throat, and I tipped my head back to give him room to tease and tantalise my flesh.
“Yes, god, yes!”
“Caroline?”
Harley’s head lifted, and his face was completely serious.
“Oh. Sorry. Do you not like that?”
He shrugged. “Don’t care what you call me in bed, as long as you remember it’s me making you scream. I was just gonna say the rules still apply. You don’t like anything, you stop me. Don’t ever go along with something because you think it’ll please me, okay? This has to be on your terms.”
“I think I love you,” I blurted out, gasping and covering my face, because we’d had sex once, and I was declaring love already. “Oh god!”
“I mean, I could make some joke here to ease your discomfort, but babe?”
I peeked through my fingers, and he was serious again.
“This is no joking matter. I’m feeling all those things too, okay? I think I started loving you long ago, and this is all just a progression of that. Does that scare you?”
I was still covering my face, but I shook my head slowly, and Harley chuckled, gently peeling my fingers away.
“This isn’t a moment to hide from then, babe. Look at me, and see only love shining back at you.”
My heart felt so full, while it pounded so heavily, that I felt almost overcome with emotion, and when Harley gently swiped his thumb under my left eye, I knew I was being a weirdo and crying. During sex, no less. Again.
Harley simply smiled as he pulled away from me, and straightened up again.
“I bet I can put something other than sorrow or self-recrimination on that face of yours.”
He looked positively devilish, as he crouched down and pushed my legs wider apart.
“I know you’ll probably scream ‘oh God’, but I’ll know you mean me, baby.”
He used his palms to keep my legs pressed apart as he leaned down and inhaled with a groan. At what, the smell of me? Was that a good…
Words disappeared as he suddenly breathed on me, and tingles started to ripple up from my pussy, just from the knowledge that he was right there, the awareness of him being about to use his mouth on me.
Harley’s thumbs suddenly spread me wide, and he lowered that stubbly chin, his face pressing tight against me, as his tongue dove deep.
My hips rose to meet him, purely on that base animal instinct for more, to feel more, to experience everything.
To let him bring me pleasure, because I knew he would.
That was his purpose in this moment. To bring me to a screaming orgasm, and as his tongue delved, and he made the kind of sounds a man makes when he’s devouring his favourite meal, I found myself fisting the bedding, as my body decided that staying still was now completely impossible.
I was gasping, and making ragged sounds that definitely weren’t words, and when I lifted my head to watch Harley, his eyes were focused on my face, watching me as I came apart all over his face.
Warmth flooded me, chased by tingles of roaring pleasure, as the very vision of this man devouring me added that final nudge over the edge.
He flicked his tongue over my clit again, and I felt another tumultuous ripple of heated sparks throughout my body.
“Oh god!”
Harley lifted his head, grinning at me as he dragged the back of his hand over his face.
“I’ll be your god in the bedroom, baby.”
He got up and lifted a finger. “Give me a minute.”
He left the room, and I couldn’t find it in me to worry about that, as I lay back on my bed, my fingers still clutching the bedding, as little aftershocks tingled their way through my exhausted body.
I barely had time to cool down, or breathe properly, and Harley was back, lifting his t-shirt off and tossing it aside.
“I know this isn’t romantic, baby, but you need to know, for your comfort. I just washed my hands, and my face, and gargled with mouthwash, okay? I’m… well, not clean, probably, but not covered in anything you don’t want near your face.”
I felt a lump in my throat, as I stared at this man who understood me so well, that he not only washed himself clean, but also made sure I knew, so I could just enjoy whatever came next.
“I’m sorry-”
“Nope. No sorries. Just… it was kind of a travesty to get rid of your taste, Caroline. You taste like the sweetest fucking cherry pie,” he grinned wolfishly, “see what I did there? Cherry, ha!”
My emotions had been starting to overwhelm me at his kindness, but now he had me giggling again, and I don’t know if he realised just how much I needed that to chase away the intrusive thoughts sometimes.
“Mind if I fuck you now? I’m kinda horny,” he rested his hands on the fastenings of his jeans, and I nodded eagerly.
“Please, Harley! I’d… I’d help you, but I’m too weak after my orgasm…”
“Too weak, huh? I orgasmed all the strength out of those little arms, did I? Damn… guess I’ll have to do all the work then. You just lay there and take it, baby.”
He stripped off in record time, that wolfish grin returning as he eased a condom over his rigid cock, and stroked it once.
“Okay…” he murmured, as he reached down and wrapped his arms around my thighs, suddenly dragging me toward him.
I let out a panicked squeak, but that panic rapidly turned to arousal.
He was so strong, and he was just moving me where he wanted me.
My ass was now near the end of the mattress, and that’s when I realised he wasn’t letting go of my legs.
“I went easy last time, what with it being your first, but do you think you can take it a little harder tonight?”
Harder?