Chapter 33
Chapter Thirty-Three
Harlow
Waylon has already made my birthday so magical—one I’ll remember forever—I can’t imagine what other surprises he has planned after everything he did.
This morning, I woke up to the sweetest message from him about how much he loves me and couldn’t wait to see me tonight.
An hour later, someone from The Grindhouse delivered Mom’s and my favorite lattes and muffins.
At noon, Maria’s Kitchen showed up to bring us our favorite Mexican dishes for lunch.
After that, the bakery owner from Tillie’s brought us specialty chocolate fudge cupcakes topped with strawberries.
Safe to say, by the time he picked me up, I was more than ready to kiss him.
Scrapbooking with his family and dancing at sunset in front of headlights topped everything off perfectly.
When we enter Waylon’s house, there’s gotta be a hundred balloons covering his living room and a big Happy Birthday banner.
“You’ve gone crazy!” I laugh, removing my jacket and setting it on top of my bag. “How did you even blow all these up?”
“I recruited a couple helpers.” He smirks. “Bentley came over and then I bribed Wilder to donate some of that hot air in his head.”
“So mean.” I playfully swat his chest and he captures my wrist.
“Just wanted today to be extra special for you.”
“You’ve made it unforgettable.”
“Good.” He winks, then takes me by surprise when he lifts me up and carries me through the balloons and into the kitchen.
When he sets me down on the kitchen island, he stands between my legs.
“I have a gift for you.”
“Waylon, you’ve already done so much today.”
“Just one more.”
He reaches for something from the drawer and my eyes widen when I see it’s a jewelry box.
“When I first realized I was thinking about you as more than a friend, I knew I was in trouble. I was either gonna get my heart broken or have to break yours because people wouldn’t accept us being together.
But then I started fallin’ in love with you and those fears no longer mattered because I only wanted you.
And to prove that you will always have my heart, no matter what, I wanted to give you this locket. ”
He opens the box, revealing a very unique type of necklace I’ve never seen before.
“When you press the button, it plays my heartbeat. Which means, you’re the only one who will ever have it. I’m giving it to you to keep forever.”
My mouth drops at the sentimental way he’s promising me that I’ll always be his and he’ll always be mine.
“This is the sweetest thing I’ve ever received,” I gush. “Can I try it on?”
“Yes, but only”—he pulls it out of the box, then holds it up for me to see—“if that’s the only thing you’re wearin’.”
“Hm…” I bite down on my lower lip. “You might change your mind about that when you see what I have underneath this dress.”
He lifts his brows. “You play dirty, don’t ya?”
“Haven’t you learned by now? I’m always playin’ to win.”
Waylon smirks, then puts the necklace around my neck.
When I press the button and hear his steady heartbeat, I almost start crying again.
Considering I just lost my dad, this gift means so much.
It’ll make me feel like I’m not alone, even when I am, and that I’ll always have him close to my heart, too.
“That looks beautiful on you.” He cups my face and tenderly kisses me.
I touch it against my neck. “Thank you. I love it so much.”
“And I love you.”
“Now take me to your bedroom. I’m done waitin’.”
“Harlow Fanning, are you sayin’ you only want me for sex?”
“Right now, yes,” I deadpan, but he knows I’m messing with him.
We’ve talked about how my doctor approved me for light physical activity, so I’m taking that as a go-ahead on the whole losing my virginity thing.
“You”—he lifts me back up into his arms—“are about to be sorry you said that.”
Waylon places me on his bed, then puts his knee between my thighs and leans in until I rest back on my elbows.
He lifts my dress over my hips and finds the red lace thong and corset with little white bows on them. “Fuck, are you wearin’ lingerie?”
“Mm-hmm. I thought you’d like red for strawberries,” I taunt.
“Mmm…my favorite.” He licks his lips, then strokes a finger down my panties and back up again until he rubs over my clit.
“Grind against my knee,” he orders, rocking it back and forth against me. “Lie back and put your arms up.”
I do as he says and then he slides off my dress the rest of the way.
“Jesus Christ, you look gorgeous. So fuckin’ perfect.” He cups my breast that’s spilling out of the cup. My sister helped pick out this set for me once she got over the ick factor that she was picking it out for her ex-boyfriend, who was going to sleep with her little sister.
She made me swear to never utter a single detail.
Waylon towers over me, brings his lips to mine, and rubs his knee between my thighs. It feels good, but I’m ready for the real thing. No more dry humping or grinding on the outside of his clothes. I want to feel all of him.
My hands go to his belt buckle, attempting to undo it so I can unbutton and lower the zipper.
“Patience, baby. I wanna take my time with you and make sure you can take all of me.”
“I don’t care if you haveta shove it in there with a bottle of lube. I want you inside me.”
“Harlow…” He chuckles against me as if he knows better than to be surprised by what comes out of my mouth.
“It’s not my fault you showed up in sexy tight jeans and a cowboy hat. You’ve been edgin’ me ever since then.”
He left it in his truck when we got to his place, but now I’m tempted to ask him to put it back on.
“Oh, is that what does it for ya?”
“Um, yeah…pretty much guaranteed to get some if you show up lookin’ like a hot cowboy.”
“In that case, I’ll make sure I always have one on.”
“As long as you’re prepared to pay the consequences,” I quip, wiggling underneath him. “Because after tonight, you’ll be lucky if I ever let you get dressed again.”
“That sounds like a threat.”
“Now you’re catchin’ on, cowboy.”
As if he can’t help smiling, the corners of his lips reach his eyes. Then he leans back and takes off his shirt with one hand behind his neck.
Fuck, that’s a sexy move.
Then he slides his jeans and boxer briefs down his legs—I finally learned the difference between boxers and briefs and definitely prefer the latter. And once he’s completely naked, he grabs a condom and bottle of lube from his nightstand and sets them on top.
“I’m gonna get you ready first so you’re nice and wet,” he says, dropping to his knees, then spreads my legs wider.
He kisses my thighs, the right first, and then the left. Slow, taunting licks around my pussy until he finally moves the thin strap of fabric and puts his tongue where I need him the most.
Waylon’s oral game is always so damn good, but it feels extra sensitive with how turned on I am. He ravishes every inch of me, my clit and down to my opening. Then he slides two fingers in and eats like he’s been starved for me.
“That’s so good,” I moan out the words, threading my fingers through his hair.
“I’m gonna add in a third finger. Lemme know if it’s too much,” he says.
“You could put all ten in as long as it means you’ll fit inside me.”
“Harlow…” He shakes his head, grinning. “I’ll stretch you out nice and slow.”
All my confidence vanishes when that third finger is enough to set me off because of how tight and full it makes me.
“Relax your muscles, baby. Lemme in all the way.”
He wasn’t even in all the way?
I release a breath and he slides in deeper.
“Good girl…just like that.”
He thrusts slow and steady, flicking my clit as my wetness coats his fingers.
“Lemme taste my favorite strawberry…” he murmurs, twisting his wrist and pushing against something inside me that has me moaning louder than before. “There we go, just like that. Do it again.”
He repeats the movement, but this time, pleasure bolts through my body like an explosion erupting inside me.
At this point, I beg God for mercy because my body can’t stop shaking. I come harder than I have before when we’ve fooled around, even with that vibrator he bought me. This feels so much more intense.
“Holy shit,” I finally spit out when I can inhale again. “How did you do that?”
He lifts until I can see him, licking his lips like he just had his favorite dessert.
“You’re not the only one who can ask for sex tips.”
Who would he ask for—
“Did you seriously ask your brother?”
He gives a one-shoulder shrug. “It’s been a while for me, too. You’re not the only one who’s nervous. And I wanted to make sure you were properly prepped.”
“Remind me to thank him later.”
He barks out a laugh. “I’ll have you screamin’ loud enough to thank him for both of us.”
My eyes fly to the ceiling, realizing Wilder’s right above us.
“Is his room right there?” I point up.
Waylon presses his mouth down to my chest, licking a straight line from between my breasts up to my neck. “Yep. And payback’s a bitch for all the times I overheard him, so you better scream, baby.”
In a weird way, that turns me on even more.
“Then you better gimme something to scream about, cowboy.”
Without warning, he stands and pulls my legs nearly off the bed. I yelp as I hang onto the edge so I don’t fall.
“You’re gonna be sorry you said that.”
His taunting warning tone should scare me, but I want everything he has to offer.
Waylon pulls me up to my feet. “Everything off…I wanna see all of you.”
He helps me out of the corset and then my panties.
His gaze lowers down my naked body, appreciating every curve and scar.
He’s kissed them dozens of times when we’ve fooled around, but it never gets old to watch him openly accept that my skin isn’t perfect.
But to him, I am, and that’s all that matters.
Waylon moves us to the bed, with me on top, and him flat underneath me. He rolls the condom over his impressive, hard length, and he coats himself with lube.