9. Hardy
Chapter Nine
Hardy
My God, she’s beautiful. Standing here, looking into her deep blue eyes, I’m lost to all that can be. What we could have together, be to each other. One step closer, it’s all I need to take for her to become mine forever. I want forever with her, only her.
Taking her face into my hands, we continue to say all the things we can’t find the words for. To just be lost in her is all I ask of this life. The chance to have her as mine, forever. How did I ever think I could resist her? Her beauty and grace are sufficient for all my needs.
Tracing her bottom lip with my callused thumb, I watch it change from pink to a deep crimson.
The second's pass, she takes it between her teeth.
Her eyes darken as she pulls it in and begins to swirl her tongue around it.
Flicking it like I imagine she would the tip of my cock.
Sucking it harder with a low moan, she watches me as desire floods her face.
With every move she makes, my breath becomes heavier and more ragged. Thayer is the siren of sex that I crave. The kind that makes men do crazy things want the impossible. She closes her eyes with a sigh as she takes my hand in hers. She bites her lip, and my cock throbs unbelievably.
Gasping as she releases me, only to have her suck me deeper, my cock protests that my thumb is getting all the action.
With a pop, I remove it from her lips, which she licks rapidly.
Dragging her to me, I wrap my arms around her.
I hurriedly replace my thumb with my tongue as I push her through the door.
Kicking it shut, I pick her up, and her legs wrap around me automatically.
They know where they belong. I release her long enough to make sure she wants this.
“Thayer. Are we?” Staring at each other, she simply nods and pulls me back to her mouth. Carrying her to the bed is more than I had ever hoped for; what we are about to do is going to change everything.
Laying her down, I cover her body with mine, totally lost in her. Our tongues war with each other, fighting one minute while surrendering the next. Her fingers twist in my hair, pressing me further into her. I lie between her legs, feeling her heat as I grind into her core.
Clutching my shirt in her hands, she tugs at it until it’s over my chest. We part long enough for me to rip it off. The light of the moon shines through her window, illuminating her face. She’s molten with desire; I want to feel it run through my veins.
Unbuttoning her jeans, I jerk the zipper apart. Grasping them on her hips, she shimmies as I drag them over her ass and down her legs. Her pale pink panties ride one side of her hips, her t-shirt is high on her chest, so I lift her up high enough with one hand to remove it.
Falling back to the bed, her breasts shake with the motion. My eyes switch focus from them to the storm brewing behind her eyes. My girl is ready for this, about as prepared as I am to give it to her. Tracing the lace on her bra chills race the length of her body as her nipples pebble.
Taking advantage, I slip my finger beneath the fabric to drag it across her.
She bucks from the friction, throwing her chest in my face.
Chuckling slightly, I replace my finger with my tongue.
Running the same line my finger did, my tongue plays between her lace and skin.
Thayer fists her sheets trying her best to lie still.
As impatient as I am, I love the way she responds to me. Unleashing her breast, she slides the straps over her shoulders. I waste no time taking her in my mouth, sucking her erect bud as she bucks again. She keeps doing that; I’m going to give her something to buck on.
Fisting my hair, she bites her lip as I continue licking and sucking her while palming her other breast. Circling her nipple with my tongue, I mimic the action with my finger on her other exposed tip. Biting down on her, I pinch the other, to which I’m rewarded with a low moan.
Replacing my fingers with my mouth on her neglected nipple, I run my finger down between her ample chest to her belly button.
Circling it before moving to the lace on her panties.
Thayer squirms for me when I slip inside her lace and satin.
Still pressing my mouth down on her for me to suck harder. I’m about to fucking explode.
Sliding a finger through her wet center, I move from her breast to her lips.
Taking her mouth the way I intend on taking her, slow and hard.
She’s hot and needy, making me more than ready.
Tearing myself away from her lips, I work her panties down her legs.
Thayer desperately pulls and tugs at my pants, pushing them down and helping me shove them over my feet.
Kneeling at hers, I mean, where the fuck else should I be?
I lean in, taking her leg, throwing it over my shoulder.
She looks wide-eyed at me before rolling her eyes back when I place my mouth on her pussy.
Licking up her center, she moans when her body shudders in response.
Allowing me to encircle her clit before sucking it into my mouth.
Thayer rises just enough to grab my hair.
Thinking she’s gonna force me up, she grinds on my mouth. Making me groan.
Licking and sucking on her until she’s about to convulse, I slide two fingers in her to finish her off. For the first time since getting here, one of us breaks the silence. It’s all we both want to hear.
“Take me; you own me now anyway.” Thayer’s raspy voice is just above a whisper, but it’s loud and clear. She’s telling me to make love to her, and by God, I’m going to.
“I’m going to. I’m going to own you every way I can,” I growl out as I work my way up her body, kissing and nipping her sweet, soft skin as I go.
Positioning myself between her thighs, I rip the condom open.
Her eyes snap up and lock on mine. Her sun-kissed body lies before me, wanton, begging me to sheath my cock with her.
Covering her body with mine, my cock bobs from its rigidness and the expectancy of what’s to follow.
Thayer trembles as I push closer. I can’t take my eyes off her.
“Hardy. Just do it, please. I need you,” she whispers as she closes her eyes. I trace her lips as she continues to tremble; there’s more between us than either of us has considered.
I have to consider what I’m giving up, what I’m risking.
She may lose her brother, the support of her family.
There are things she doesn’t know, things that could make her leave.
Things would make me want to leave. Thayer laying under me, trembling, makes this all too real.
What if we lose it all? Will she withstand losing it? Can I?
“Hardy?” she says, searching my face for answers I’m not sure she wants to hear.
“Why are you trembling, Thayer?” Not sure why I’m asking. Her face flushes before she closes her eyes. After a minute, she throws her arm over her face before taking a sated breath. Once done, she lays her hand on my face and replies simply.
“I want you—this. I love you. I’m not foolhardy; I know what I want. You being the only man to make love to me should show you how much I want this, us.” Conviction riddles her words as they vibrate with nervousness.
I realize what’s been said, but I can’t rationalize the words. I’m utterly humbled and relatively shocked. Rattled, my body now trembles from her revelation. Thayer declares she loves me, but I’m undeserving of it. Moreover, I’m dumbfounded by her admission.
“Thayer, are you telling me that you’re a virgin?” I’m not sure what she hears or if the expression on my face reads differently than what I’m feeling, but she doesn’t see what I’m trying to say.
“Are you kidding me right now? Seriously, Hardy?” Moving so quickly, she barely gives me time to move. Jumping from the bed, she forces a robe over her body. Snatching her arm from me before I could take it. I throw my hands up in defense.
“Hey, wait. You’ve got this all wrong. I’m just… Thayer, you’ve stunned me.” Pleading with her to understand. She clearly doesn’t.
“I get it. Don’t worry about it, Hardy. I assumed this was something more. I’m not fucking you because the blonde bimbo left you in need. Get the fuck out,” she seethes her words at me before I can even rectify my reaction.
“Thayer. I’m sorry, I can’t.” No other words will form; I’m at a total loss for anything that will explain my feelings. Turning away from me, she takes a deep breath. I’m optimistic she’s hoping to clear her glassy eyes.
“Go.” Thayer leaves the room. Shortly after, I hear a door close. She doesn’t slam the damn door; she closes it.
Standing up from the bed, I grab my jeans, dragging them up my legs. Discarding the unused condom before snatching my shirt off the floor. I don’t even take the time to put my shoes on before walking out. Slamming the door behind me, I tighten the lid down on my emotions. This is totally fucked up.
Firing my truck up, I leave my tires on the street, probably waking the entire neighborhood.
What the fuck do I care? Goddamn it. What is she thinking, not telling me something like that?
Fuck that. Her family would have never approved of me anyway.
Let’s just be honest here; she’s better off without me.
Who am I trying to fool? I want her. Fuck, do I need her.
But it’s done now; I’m not the man she needs.
I’ll never be. She’s better off without me; she just doesn’t know it yet.
She’ll learn, and when she does, she’ll understand.
We never had a chance. In my past, her upbringing, we would’ve never made it through. She might not have survived.
Finishing off my last beer, I sit on my porch, watching the ocean.
It’s late, there’s work tomorrow. If she’s not on-site, she’ll be next door.
So close, still untouchable. I haven’t slept at all.
One continues to message me; at one point, he even called.
I can’t dodge him for long. Fuck my life.
I don’t even remember coming home last night. What the hell am I supposed to do?
Her eyes find me every time I close mine.
I can feel her under me, on my fingers. Taste her on my lips.
Shit, I haven’t even showered; I want to keep smelling like her.
I can’t explain why I reacted the way I did; I just did.
Fuck, I know why, but to hell with telling her.
Maybe I should? Maybe if she knows everything, she’ll see the truth.
The ugly truth about Hardison Casey Turner, the fact that I destroy anything good.
Thayer thinks it’s so easy to fall in love like a fucking romance novel when she has no fucking clue.
She’s a goddamn virgin, and she’s telling me she loves me.
Yeah, I could’ve lied to the girl and fucked her, walked away without ever looking back.
Is that what she wanted, needed? Did she want to be used?
Well, if she keeps up the shit she’s been doing; lately, it’ll happen soon enough.
Perfect example, One himself said she’s been acting out of character.
Look what the fuck she did at the club a few weeks back.
Needless to say, what she almost did last night.
Who the fuck does she think she is? Fucking ignorant ass, she’s a child trying to make adult decisions. She needs to grow the fuck up, damn it.
Walking into the kitchen, I grab a glass and search the fridge for my whiskey.
Pouring a tall glass, I sip it slowly, thinking of her.
All I’ve done since I met her is think of her.
Fuck me. I have to stop this shit. I can’t do it; I won’t.
She’ll not pull me in any further; I’m done.
It’s time Thayer sees who I really am. It’s for her own good.