CHAPTER 36
maverick
Waking up with Harley’s head on my chest was the most grounding thing I could imagine.
The warmth of his body seeped into mine, and the sheets tugged tight against my hip from how they tangled around us.
I didn’t move—I had no desire to—and absorbed every second I had with him as if I could maybe hold onto him a little longer.
I lazily combed my fingers through his hair while the conversations from last night played on repeat in my mind.
There was something about the weight of his body on mine that quieted the constant edge I lived with. The anger and restlessness were soothed and softened in a way I didn’t fully understand. For just a few hours, I knew peace, and it was because of him.
Harley and me… we were both broken differently. He was fading away under the weight of others, and I was just inexplicably angry at everything I couldn’t fix or control. We had both survived different kinds of damage, but they left the same kind of mark on us. We both deserved better.
We deserved more than the people who hurt us. He deserved to be unapologetically himself, and I deserved the peace—something that didn’t feel like I was constantly fighting a battle I couldn’t win.
This right here… this was peaceful. The world couldn’t touch us while we were here. But it wasn’t a permanent solution.
And I wanted a permanent solution.
Harley’s arm tightened around my waist, and he burrowed impossibly close. He let out a breathy sigh, the sound so content that it made me smile as his warm breath ghosted over my collarbone.
“I don’t want to go,” he mumbled.
“Then don’t,” I said as if it were really that simple. I couldn’t imagine that it was.
“I’m supposed to.” His fingers drifted over the soft patch of hair below my belly button, and I held my breath, my heart rate picking up.
His touch left a trail of heat that had my dick thickening and pitching a tent under the blanket.
He left me untouched as he mindlessly drew circles in my skin, each little loop sending sparks skittering up and down my spine.
“Fuck ‘em,” I grumbled. I didn’t give a fuck who wanted what from Harley. If he didn’t want to go, then he shouldn’t have to go.
“Spend the day with me?” Harley asked. I almost missed the words as his fingers trailed lower, reaching under the blanket. My core tightened with anticipation.
“I have work tonight,” I told him tensely. A single finger ran up my length, the feather-light pressure dragging over the underside vein, and I groaned. His undemanding touch had my body screaming for more.
“Oh…”
“Breakfast,” I managed to mumble when his fist wrapped around my dick.
My breath caught in my chest as he stroked me once.
Twice. Three times. Each one was a slow drag as if he needed something to preoccupy his hand while we talked.
A low ache built inside me at the friction.
“Then date… some kind of date—you make it real damn hard to pay attention, princess, when you touch me like that.”
“Should I stop?” He lifted his head off my chest, and those blue eyes caught mine. Fuck, he was gorgeous in the morning. Well rested and messed up looked good on him.
“Please don’t.”
“Okay,” Harley whispered. And yet, he proceeded to do exactly that. I groaned in frustration as his hand left my dick, and he yanked the blanket off of both of us. Whatever he was thinking, I was all in.
He nudged my thighs apart as he knelt between my legs, and his mouth found the hollow of my neck, his lips soft and tender.
My head tilted back, giving him better access, as he kissed me.
I smoothed my palms over his sides and let him take the lead.
Let my body be the canvas he explored. With every kiss and every touch, he grew bolder.
Surrendering to him was the easiest thing I’d ever done in my life. Whatever he wanted, I’d give it to him.
His mouth traveled down my chest, his tongue dragging over my sternum with a trail of saliva that cooled in the air, and his hands fanned over my ribs.
When his tongue flicked over my nipple, I let out a small moan as it pebbled instantly.
He did it again, alternating with a light scrape of his teeth that made my cock jerk with excitement.
There was being touched, and then there was being touched by Harley. My body reacted in ways it never had before. In ways I couldn’t anticipate. Every nerve lit up like a live wire, and my chest tightened.
He switched sides, continuing to take his time as he gave my other nipple the same attention.
His attentiveness had my cock leaking against my stomach.
The heavy weight of his own dick against my thigh as he explored was a tease, leaving a smear of precum on me.
It took everything I had not to flip him and fuck him senseless.
With his hands and mouth, he moved down my body.
Every kiss, every touch, every bite had me squirming under him, my hips lifting off the bed in a silent demand.
My body was on fire in the most delicious way.
My skin was hypersensitive, and my nerves were screaming for more.
He settled between my legs, his knees shoving my thighs apart wider, and ran the flat of his tongue up my length from root to tip in one broad stroke.
“Fuck.” I drew in a sharp breath when his mouth dropped onto my cock without hesitation.
The wet heat of his mouth combined with his eagerness as he took all of me in quick passes, his throat relaxing around my crown with a slight gag that made my balls ache.
His tongue swirled around my sensitive ridge and dipped into my slit.
He lapped up the steady flow of precum and groaned with appreciation, sending a cascade of vibrations down my throbbing dick. “Just like that… fuck, princess.”
Lifting up on my elbows, I threaded my fingers through Harley’s hair, pushing it back so I could better watch the expression on his face as he sucked my cock.
His hand wrapped around my shaft, matching the quick pace he set up and down.
He twisted on the upstroke of each pass much like how I did to him.
My chest heaved with panting breaths as he worked me over.
Saliva dripped down his chin, slicking his hand and coating my balls.
The mess and sounds he made were obscene—hot and fucking sinful.
He grew bolder in his movements, alternating his rhythm and finding spots that made my hips jerk off my bed with pleasure.
A blazing heat wove around my spine and made my core clench.
My balls drew up so tight they ached. I was right there, suspended on a ledge of wanting to fall and wanting to make it last as the pressure endlessly built inside me.
“Okay, okay, okay.” I blew out an unsteady breath as I pulled him off me with a wet pop. A string of spit and precum connected his swollen lower lip to my cock. “Fuck, I’m going to come if you don’t stop.”
Fuck me. I dropped back on the pillow and exhaled slowly. His lips brushed against my hip, soft and teasing.
“Your mouth feels so damn good,” I murmured, flustered and breathless. My cock twitched with its demand for more attention as he kissed my hips, my inner thighs, my lower stomach—anywhere but my dick.
“Mav?” Harley began quietly, and I made a small sound—anything in place of the words I couldn’t quite vocalize. “Would you let me… could I… can I fuck you?”
I faltered. Not because it bothered me, but because the question surprised me. It wasn’t one I was expecting. But it sent a new wave of want crashing through me at the idea of him inside me.
“I’m sorry,” he said when I didn’t answer immediately. “It’s fine, really—”
I hooked my thumb over the back of his bottom teeth to shut him up and forced him to look at me.
“You’ve got to give a man a chance to answer,” I replied gruffly. “I’m half asleep, and your mouth on my dick does all the thinking for me.”
When he tried to speak around the hold on him, I gave his head a little shake.
“Yes, you can, princess,” I continued. “It’s just been a while. Most of my hookups don’t get past a handjob or a blowjob.”
What could I say? I didn’t like people that much.
My hookups were statistically tourists, and most of them were in their vacation exploration phase.
They were the kind of guys who would go back to being painfully straight the minute they left Wilde Bay.
There was no interest in something more than a fast and dirty hook-up in a car, in the stock room at the bar, or in some boat.
The boat one had only happened once. It was a nice fucking boat.
It was rare for anyone to follow through with more.
“Grab the lube, Harley,” I ordered. He hesitated, and I arched my brow curiously. “Did you change your mind, princess? It’s okay if you did.”
He shook his head quickly. His body stretched over mine as he grabbed the lube from the drawer.
Spreading my legs, I bent my knees slightly to give him better access while I stroked my cock in easy pulls.
He slicked his fingers with lube with a look of intense concentration on that pretty face.
If anyone would be incredibly thorough about this, it was Harley.
“Get out of your head, princess, and get me ready for you.”
“I won’t hurt you?” The edge of worry in his voice made me smile.
“You couldn’t hurt me if you tried, Harley,” I assured him.
He nodded slowly and inched closer. His first touch was a slow circle around my entrance, his finger cool with lube.
I drew in a deep breath and relaxed for him.
As he braced his free hand on my thigh, he slowly pressed a finger in inch by inch.
My grip on my cock tightened at the slight burning stretch.
His pace was gentle and almost exploratory as he moved in and out of me. “That’s it… just like that.”