Chapter Twenty-Eight
HER LITTLE FACE WAS a picture, as she stared up at me with wide eyes.
Hell yeah I wanted to fuck her harder this time, but only if she thought she could handle it.
It was only her second time, so I didn’t want to scare her or hurt her.
I wasn’t going to fuck her like a savage, just take things up a notch.
“Let me show you, baby,” I whispered, my voice almost guttural with need. I eased my cock deep inside that slick pussy of hers, and we both groaned softly as we came together, connected so deeply and intimately that we were like one.
“Yell stop if you want me to…” I grinned wickedly at her when those giggles erupted again. I fucking loved the sound of her when she was so free and at peace. When her mind wasn’t clouding experiences that should be fully lived and relished.
I held her legs up against my shoulders, and used them to tug her against me as I thrust deep, every single time, wanting her to feel me owning her.
She was making the cutest little squeaks and yelps as I fucked her harder, her fingers fisting the bedding like she needed something to grab hold of, but her face, oh god, her face…
it was getting pinker by the minute, as she overheated from the inside out, as I gave her everything she fucking needed.
She looked completely blissed out, and when she orgasmed again?
Fuck me, how’s a man supposed to hold back on his own fucking climax when a woman looks that devastatingly gorgeous?
I felt the roaring heat of pleasure rocking through me as I braced myself on my hands, and emptied myself into her, or at least into that damn condom.
Did I regret that I couldn’t feel her against my skin?
Yes. But did I want to risk consequences she’d hate me for? God no.
“Wow. This is… why people end up… addicted…” Caroline gasped out, almost too softly for my ears to pick up. Her legs were trembling so I gently lowered them, and eased out of her.
“Addicted to you is what’s happening to me, little lady.
You’re fucking intoxicating,” I murmured as I leaned down to kiss her, and then I headed back to the damn bathroom to get rid of that offensive fucking rubber cage, and that’s when my blood ran cold in my veins.
What the… Did it split? Was it damaged? Was that cum on the outside of it? Fuck!
I frantically checked it over, and I couldn’t find any holes or anything. Did I just get cum on my fucking fingers? Did I fuck up? Did I get it in her? Did I fucking ruin everything?
“Fuck!”
“H… Harley?”
“Just a minute,” I called back, forcing myself to think back to when I pulled out of her. Did it happen then? Did it happen when I took it off? Did I-
“Harley?” She was behind me, leaning heavily against the doorframe, as I stared at the fucking condom in my hand, my fingers covered in my own cum. What a disgrace. I couldn’t even keep the woman I loved safe, could I?
“Hey, what’s going on… is there… what’s that?” She leaned over to stare at my hands and gasped.
“Harley, look at me.”
I had to swallow hard, because meeting her gaze, and admitting to her that I may have just rendered the fucking protection useless, was making me too ashamed to even let her see me.
“Harley, please.”
I took a deep breath, lifting my gaze from my fingers.
“I think I… I think I fucked up, Caroline.”
Her eyes darted from my eyes to my fingers and back. “I don’t understand.”
“I… I thought it had split or something, but…”
“Harley, is it split?”
I shook my head, and she shrugged. “So what’s the problem? We’re protected anyway, remember?”
I was staring at it again, and was it too dramatic to say I felt like a fucking sixteen year old again, staring at a failed condom, and seeing my life flash before my eyes?
Even as a teen I’d known I’d have to deal with the fallout of a failed condom, and now it was happening again.
Even if we’d dumbly decided we wouldn’t be that unlucky, and left it to chance.
Was I destined to just impregnate every fucking woman I slept with?
Sure, it wasn’t like they were the only two women, but suddenly it just felt like history was repeating itself.
“Harley, dispose of that and come to bed.”
I couldn’t seem to let it go. I couldn’t seem to bring myself back from being a teen with a lifetime’s worth of stress piling on his shoulders.
I fucked up once, and I could do it again.
This was something I could control, if I could just stop having sex.
Ugh. I rolled my eyes at myself. Really grown up, right?
“Harley, dammit!” Caroline swiped the condom, muttering a quiet ‘ew’, and tossed it in the bin, immediately washing her hands, and then she was shoving me to the sink.
“Wash your hands, Harley. It’s fine. I promise.”
“You don’t know that,” I said through numb lips, “this is how it happened before. I… God, I’m sorry.”
Caroline practically had to shove my hands under the water, and squirt soap into them, before muscle memory caught up, and I took over.
She handed me a towel when I turned off the water, and watched as I dried them. The cold feeling was starting to dissipate, and I lifted sheepish eyes to hers as she took the towel away again.
“I just freaked out, didn’t I?”
She smiled softly, reaching up to cup my cheek. “I guess I’m not the only one with issues, huh? Harley, we’re protected, and I really don’t think what you think happened even happened. So can we go to bed, and get some sleep? My man just shagged me out, and I need rest.”
Fuck me. How did I get this lucky?
“I love you, Caroline. Not just for this, but for the million other ways you show your heart to me. Let’s get you to bed, poor little shagged out one.” I scooped her up into my arms, grinning as she let out another one of those surprised squeaks.
Caroline
I’D NEVER SEEN HIM like that, and even after we were in bed, snuggled together, I couldn’t stop it playing over and over in my head.
He’d literally acted like he was shell-shocked.
Like it was some kind of trauma reaction or something.
Was having a child so horrific to him, or was it the way it had probably derailed his entire life since the moment they accidentally conceived Leah?
“I’m sorry,” Harley whispered, kissing the top of my head as he hugged me to his chest.
“You did nothing wrong, but I’m guessing that was some kind of flashback? Like PTSD?”
He snorted, nuzzling my hair. “I’m not traumatised about having a daughter.
Leah is… she’s fucking amazing. I guess I was just taken back to that moment.
When I was a dumbass teenager, and realised I’d just fucked both our lives.
I don’t feel that way now, but back then, it was like everything crashed down around me.
I could practically fucking hear my life ending. ”
“But instead you have an amazing daughter… even if her choice of two wheeled vehicles is a bit questionable.”
Another chuckle, another nuzzle. “I swear, she’s not getting anything faster. She might not have been planned, but she’s half of my fucking world.” What a strange thing to say.
“Half?”
“You’re the other half, babe. Can’t you tell? I’m smitten. Whipped, I guess the guys would say. Is this moving too fast for you?”
I lifted my head, almost headbutting his chin.
“It should be, right? It should feel fast, but it doesn’t. It feels like I’ve been waiting for you, Harley. Like I had to wait for a man who could see there was more to me than a messed up brain. It’s one of many reasons I fell in love with you.”
“Babe,” Harley cupped my face with both hands, and rested his forehead against mine, “there’s nothing wrong with your brain. You’re allowed to see and process things differently. Although… I mean, picking me… that’s maybe not your best braining. I’m no catch.”
I climbed on top of him, pressing my lips to his. “You’re the best catch, Harley. You’re the prince charming I’ve been waiting my whole life for.”
He kissed me gently, and dragged me back down against his chest.
“I’ll take that as a compliment, but I’m still thinking you can do better, baby. I’ll never stop trying to be worthy of you though. Now sleep, before I have to smack that little ass of yours for not taking care of yourself.”
THE NEXT MORNING WE arrived at the bike shop, and Rocket was already there working, and the shop was open. We’d stopped to get coffee at the coffee shop first, and Harley had clearly known Rocket would be here, since we’d grabbed one for him too.
Harley placed it on Rocket’s counter, and Rocket grinned at him.
“Aw it’s like you love me, man.”
“Shut it,” Harley grumbled, as he waited until I was sitting, and eased my chair under the desk, showing me that delicious strength that I loved so much.
“Get to work, baby. The sooner you finish that, the sooner we can get you on my project.”
“What project is that, man? You keep hinting at shit, but you’re not explaining it.”
I hid my smile as Rocket wound Harley up, as he always did, and Harley sighed heavily.
“Club business, brother, as in you’ll know when it’s time for you to fucking know. Got it?”
Rocket laughed easily, enjoying winding Harley up as much as I think it probably bugged my man.
My man. He was definitely my man, even if he clearly had some kind of emotional trauma from fathering a child so young.
I wasn’t worried at all about that. Okay, pregnancy kind of terrified me, because ugh, it’s all so gross, and I wasn’t the kind to invite pain in for any reason, and then babies, ugh even grosser.
“Stop thinking about babies, idiot,” I hissed at myself, and Harley froze. I hadn’t realised he was hovering over me again, but now I noticed.
“What’s that?”
Ugh. I lifted my hands. “Weird thoughts, you know this. You signed up for it, wow… not your best braining, huh, Harls?”
Rocket burst out laughing again, and honestly, I was starting to enjoy him being around. He was fun, even when he was doing his best to annoy Harley or Grease.
“Not my best braining huh?” Harley leaned close, his lips tickling my ear. “I’m so looking forward to making you pay for all that sass later, baby.”
“Thanks for the coffee, Harls,” Rocket taunted, and I knew without even looking that Harley had just flipped him off.
“That’s VP to you, fucker.”
“Oooooh someone’s getting pissy!”
A customer walked in then, so Rocket piped back down, and disappeared into his spray booth, and I focused on scanning and uploading the last of Rocket’s pictures.
An hour later, I was showing him the finished online directory, and even coping with his proximity while he leaned over my desk to check it out.
“This is fucking amazing! Why didn’t I do this before?
Oh, that’s right, because I don’t know how to do shit like this.
Caroline, you’re a goddess!” His heavy hand landed on my shoulder, and I practically yelped as I wrenched away from his touch, as he cursed.
A moment later there was a sharp movement behind me, the thud-slap of flesh hitting flesh, and a pained grunt from Rocket.
That was followed by apologies from him, over and over, as Harley crouched down beside me and dragged my chair to face him.
“You okay, baby? Hey, just breathe, okay?” I found breathing so much easier with Harley beside me, but I was feeling awful for him punching Rocket, because that was obviously what just happened, wasn’t it?
“You hit him?” Harley grinned, glancing over my head before he met my eyes again.
“He’s fine. He likes it, don’t worry.”
“Prick,” Rocket murmured as he disappeared into the bathroom, and returned with a wad of tissue pressed against his nose.
“He’s really fucking sorry, aren’t you, Rocket?”
The poor man groaned as I watched him nervously.
“Of course I am, and I realised my mistake the second I did it. Honestly punching me seems like overkill. I was gonna apologise.”
Harley clenched his jaw, and looked over his shoulder at Rocket.
“I’m not hearing an apology for my old lady, man. To her face.”
Rocket’s eyes widened in response, and I gasped.
“Fuck. Sorry, Caroline. I was sorry anyway, but now, fuck, yeah, really really sorry. I’m just a tactile guy, but that’s not your problem, it’s mine. I swear I’m not a…” he trailed off and adjusted the tissues under his nose as he sniffed, “I’m sorry. Truly.”
That’s when the door to the shop opened, and in walked the last person I expected to see.