19. Jefferson
CHAPTER 19
JEFFERSON
I settle back against the tailgate of my truck again, my eyes glued to Harlow. Again.
She seemed surprised when I told her that I loved to watch her dance. But this is definitely not the first time I’ve been unable to take my eyes off of her at a bonfire.
She and the girls often get a little tipsy and then crank up the music.
I’m also not the only guy here who loves this part of the evening. Sapphire Falls grows some beautiful women. And this time of year, the hot weather means there’s flirty sundresses and short shorts everywhere we look.
Harlow is swaying, twirling, and wiggling to P!nk with the orange-yellow glow of the fire behind her. She looks like a fucking goddess. And even if I was trying to forget the way Graham brought her over to me and the way she looked up at me when he said that by me was where he thought she wanted to be, my dick has not forgotten the way she sucked on my thumb. Or the look in her eyes when she was watching me lick melted marshmallow off my fingers.
Or hell, the way she looked at me shirtless at my house. Or the way she drank me in at the dunk tank.
Harlow might not like it, but she’s attracted to me.
There’s heat between us and I know she feels it too.
Something has shifted between us, and if I was a betting man, I’d put money down on the fact that she’s wanting to do something about that heat.
Well, I am very happy to accommodate that desire. Fuck, every desire this woman has now or ever will have.
Even on nice sunny days in the middle of sweet summer festivals, sparring with and vexing Harlow Hansen is the most fun I’ve ever had.In the middle of the night, naked, sweaty, with the lust turned all the way up? Making her crazy, pushing her boundaries, taking all of the sass she can dish out will be the fucking pleasure of my life.
I’m so ready.
Will it complicate things?
Actually, I think it’s going to make a lot of things easier.
Harlow and I are on a path to something bigger and lasting.
Sleeping together—okay, fucking each other’s brains out—will be unlike anything either of us has experienced before and it will help her understand that we’re the real deal sooner versus later.
My eyes narrow as I notice a group of newcomers to the party.
Of course, Zach is here.
I’m not shocked, just disappointed. He has a few guys with him who I get along with fine. I’m annoyed to remember that they are friends of his. When he’s not around, Mark, Cade, and Tanner are perfectly good guys. I don’t need the reminder that they have shit taste in friends.
But it’s a bonfire. There are dozens of people here and it’s the great outdoors. Plenty of space for all of us.
Unless of course, Zach decides to talk to Harlow.
I know the second he notices her.
She hasn’t seen him yet, but he stands and watches her for far too long.
Of course, even ten seconds is too long in my mind.
I decide there’s no reason to turn this into another confrontation like in the town square and I might as well cut this off before it turns into anything.
That’s my girlfriend, and if I want to go over and dance with her, I will.
I push off my tailgate, and cross to Harlow. I move in behind her, resting my hands on her swaying hips.
She immediately presses back against me, clearly not upset to have me there. Not seeming surprised either.
I put my mouth to her ear. “I realized that after all those times just watching you, this time I can join in.”
“You could’ve joined in before,” she says, snaking her arm up and draping it around my neck as our bodies sway together. That causes her body to arch enticingly, and I cannot keep my hand from running from her hip up her side to the lower curve of her breast and down again.
“Could I?” I ask. “Really? I don’t think we were there before tonight.”
She turns her head to look up at me. God, I would only have to lean in a few inches to kiss her.
“Are we there tonight?” she asks.
“If ‘there’ is me getting my hands all over you, pressing up against you, doing this—” I bend and drag my mouth from her ear down the column of her throat to her collarbone where I nip lightly. Under the music and conversation around us, I hear her moan. “Then yes, this is where we are tonight,” I finish.
“I like being there with you then,” she says tipping her head to the side slightly, a clear invitation to put my mouth on more of her sweet, silky skin. “But you’re right, we weren’t before.”
My hands grip her hips a little tighter as I place a kiss on her neck. “Something’s changed.”
She straightens and turns in my arms. She links both hands behind my neck, pressing her entire body along mine. My hands move from her hips to her ass.
“Yeah, something’s changed.”
“I don’t think you’ve had too much to drink. Am I right?” I ask, wanting to be sure this isn’t fueled by liquor.
She shakes her head. “I’ve been careful. One beer.”
“Careful?” I ask.
“I didn’t want to give you a reason to say no.”
Lust licks down my spine and I feel my cock hardening. “Say no to what, Harlow? Be specific.”
A playful smile teases her lips. “To making out at a bonfire with me.”
“You want to make out with me at a bonfire?”
“I really do.”
It’s high school stuff, but even the couples our age still find it fun to flirt and tease and make out a little at these bonfire parties. For Harlow and me though, this is all brand new. And it will lead to more.
“I’ve only got one chair. If we were going to go sit down, we’d have to share.”
“And I’m just wearing this little sundress. If we were going to go sit down, we’d probably need a blanket. It might get chilly.”
“I don’t think there’s gonna be anything chilly about us sitting together under a blanket on my lawn chair,” I tell her.
She grins up at me. “Big talker.”
I slide my hand up her back and into her hair. I tug slightly, tipping her head back. “There’s lots of big when it comes to me, Harlow.”
I cut off her laugh with a kiss.
If someone had told me a month ago I would be kissing Harlow Hansen at a bonfire party in front of all of our friends, I would’ve assumed they were drunk or giving me a code for help me, I’ve been kidnapped.
But as she lifts on tiptoe to get closer, and I press my hand into her lower back, bringing her more fully against me, it feels like the most natural, right thing in the world.
Fuck. I really need to sit on a lawn chair under a blanket with this girl.
Right now.
“Let’s go,” I say, lifting my head and turning her toward my truck.
She trips slightly as I hustle us to my truck, but I have an arm securely around her, so she stays on her feet.
“I’m flattered you’re in a hurry,” she says breathlessly, as I let go of her only long enough to haul the lounge-style lawn chair from the back of my truck.
“To get my hands on you… really on you?” I ask. “You have no idea.”
She laughs and I turn with the chair to find her hands on her cheeks. I grin and step close. “Are you blushing , Lily?”
“I think I am.” She looks almost like she can’t believe it.
“Is it that? Or are you just really turned on?” I ask, lifting my free hand and tugging one of her hands away from her face. I trace my finger down her cheek. “I think maybe you’re flushed because you want my hands on you as much as I want to put them there.”
She wets her lips. “I think you might be right.” She moves closer to me, pressing her body against me. “Now that I’ve admitted that I want you, it’s like everything in me is just all revved up and I can’t stop it or ignore it.”
I know the grin I’m giving her is absolutely wicked. “Well, hell, Harlow, I don’t think you could have said anything hotter to me.”
I hold the chair out and jerk it, causing it to unfold. She laughs.
I bend to arrange it at the end of my truck. I also reach in and grab the blanket I keep out here in my truck bed. Spontaneous bonfires are kind of a regular thing. “You sure you want to stay? I have a whole big house. And bed.”
She gives me an equally wicked grin. “Oh, let’s have fun. I haven’t had a great bonfire make out in a long time.”
I don’t want to think about her making out with anyone else out here. Ever. “It would be fun at home.” My voice is far gruffer than I intended.
Her grin grows. “It will be. I’m sure.”
This girl. I’m toast. Done. Gone.
“All right. Come here.” I sit down, stretch my legs out, and shake out the blanket. I spread my legs, making space for her.
She sits down and starts to scoot up. I reach down and wrap an arm around her waist and haul her up until her ass is pressed against my cock. My very hard-for-her cock.
She sucks in a breath, and I don’t have to wonder if she feels what she’s doing to me.
I put my mouth against her ear and say, “Whichever of us says ‘let’s go home’ first has to make breakfast in the morning.”
“Deal,” she says, breathlessly.
I lift one knee, making a tent over us and then, I have my hands on Harlow Hansen.
I rest my hands on her belly first, just drawing small circles, getting her used to my touch. But she has one hand on my extended thigh, the other on the knee of my bent leg, and the way she’s already gripping me, I can tell she’s into this. I slowly bunch the skirt of her dress up to her waist, exposing her thighs. I smooth my hands up and down both.
“I did a really good job with the lotion,” I tell her. “Your skin is like silk.”
She gives a soft laugh. “I told you it was important. Apparently,” she adds dryly.
My laugh is husky. “You were very insistent.” I move a hand up and down her thigh, moving closer to her panties this time. “Are you always so demanding when you want something?”
“You know me pretty well. What do you think?”
I stroke my hand up to her belly under her dress this time. I just skim over her panties, but definitely note they are bikini style. I rest my hand on her warm, bare stomach. “A lot I bet,” I tell her. I run my hand back-and-forth. “But in all things, I also think you might appreciate it when someone else pushes back and takes some control.”
I slide my hand up, my fingers brushing the bottom of one breast.
No bra. I suspected. This dress has thin straps and I didn’t see a bra strap. And yes, I looked.
She catches her breath, and I ask, “You okay?”
She squeezes my thigh. “You can be very assured that if I am not okay, I will let you know.”
That’s true. Harlow doesn’t do things she doesn’t want to. And she has absolutely no trouble telling me no. While I always appreciate that, I especially value it in this situation.
I slide my hand up and cup her breast. She gives a moan and arches closer. The hard pebble of her nipple presses into my palm and the heat simmering in my gut flares as my cock pulses.
I squeeze gently, rubbing my thumb over the hard tip. Then I take her nipple between my thumb and forefinger and give it a slight squeeze.
Her head presses back against my chest and I can see she’s breathing more raggedly.
We’re facing the fire and the party, but even if I’d had to list all of the people in attendance or face life in prison, I wouldn’t have been able to.
My entire world has been reduced to the woman in my arms and the way her breast fits perfectly in my hand.
I lean in and kiss the side of her neck, dragging my beard against the sensitive skin. Her nipple pulls tighter, and I tug gently.
“Jefferson,” she says raggedly.
“Fuck, I love hearing my name from your lips with that turned-on-begging tone,” I tell her. “So much better than when you’re arguing with me.”
She shakes her head, her hair rubbing against my shirt. “I’m not begging.”
“No?” I pluck at her nipples again and she gives a little moan. “Let’s see what we can do about that.” I slide my other hand up under her dress, to play with her other breast.
Both of her hands squeeze my legs tighter.
“You like that?”
“Yes,” she tells me. “But no.”
I rub my jaw against hers. “Tell me.”
“You know what I want,” she says.
“Yeah, I think I do. But I would really love to hear you say it.”
I roll both nipples between my fingers.
She arches and her fingers curl into my legs.
“Tell me you want my hand in your panties. Tell me you want me to finger your pussy.”
Her legs move restlessly on the chair, and she squeezes her thighs together.
“I know you’re hot and wet for me, Harlow,” I say against her jaw. “I know you want me to make you feel good.”
“Please, Jefferson,” she says.
“Tell me you want my fingers in your pussy.” I drag my hand from her breast to rest on her panties, rubbing over the silk that crosses from one hip bone to the other. My hand is huge on her. “I know my fingers are going to stretch you so well. Think of how good that will feel.”
She turns her head and tips her chin, looking up at me. “ Please .”
I can’t resist and I lean down to kiss her. Our lips are hungry on each other and our tongues tangle deliciously. I continue to play with one breast and I slip one finger behind the silk of her panties, but I simply drag it back-and-forth over her smooth, hot skin, and don’t go any lower.
She pulls her mouth away. “Please put your fingers in my pussy.”
I wanted that. Oh, fuck I wanted that. But I actually had no idea the way it would punch me in the gut. Or the way it would make my cock ache.
“Fuck, Harlow.”
“Jefferson—”
But I heard her and I am not going to make her say it again. I’m a gentleman.
I slide my hand into her panties, my middle finger gliding over her clit. I pause for a moment, pressing, then circling on that sweet spot.
Her hands grip me as she lifts her hips. “Jefferson!”
“Yeah, I fucking love hearing my name like that.” I circle a little faster. “This good?” I ask her. “Do you like this?”
“Oh my God, yes,” she says, her voice ragged.
I slip my hand lower, sliding my middle finger into her slick heat. And holy fuck. She’s tight, hot, and so wet. The way her pussy grips my finger makes my cock press painfully against my fly. I want to unzip, rip these panties off of her, and shift her up into my lap right here and now. I want to be buried inside her so badly, I almost can’t form the words.
“This is going to feel so good around my cock,” I tell her, pumping my finger deep, then dragging it out slowly.
She gives a soft whimper and presses up into my hand. I reward her with another finger. That definitely stretches her, and I thrust in and out a few times.
Dammit, I need to spread her out. I want to see her. I need to taste her.
But I really want to make her come like this.
I rub my thumb over her clit, moving my fingers in and out, relishing the tight, sweet fit.
“Oh my God, Jefferson,” she says softly in the sweetest, breathy voice.
“Come for me, let me feel it,” I urge gruffly.
Suddenly a big fat raindrop hits my cheek.
She gasps and I wonder if it’s from also being hit by rain or from my fingers dragging against her inner walls. Perhaps a combination.
I tug on her nipple and thrust faster.
The raindrops pick up speed as well and I hear thunder rumble.
Our friends start gasping and laughing. People move to put out the bonfire and gather up supplies.
Harlow stiffens in my arms, but I say against her ear. “You’re not going anywhere till you give me this orgasm.”
“Oh God,” she gasps, squeezing my leg.
“Better hurry, people are packing up.”
The bonfire has been doused and coolers and lawn chairs are being gathered.
And then I feel her pussy clench.
“That’s my girl,” I coach.
The blanket is getting wet and rain is running down my face, but I keep going.
“Jefferson,” she says, and I can tell she’s close.
“You’re so fucking hot. I should’ve known that I couldn’t even finger you at a bonfire without it being the best I’ve ever had.”
And she breaks apart. Her pussy grips my hand, her hands grip my legs, and I hear “Jefferson!” gasped sharply as someone slams a car door.
I withdraw my fingers, bring them to my mouth and suck them clean. “Delicious. I need more.”
She looks up at me and nods. “More.”
I smirk at her. Watching as her hair continues to get wet and raindrops trail down her cheeks. “Just say the word. Or words.”
Her eyes widen as she realizes what I’m talking about. Then she laughs. “How about we say them together?”
God, I really like this girl. I nod. “On three.”
“One, two, three,” she counts.
“Let’s go home,” we say together.