Chapter 20
TWENTY
Paxton
My dick is inside Hartford, and I still can’t wrap my head around the thought.
This woman is more than I ever imagined. And I have imagined. A lot. Yet, seeing her perfect naked body above me surpasses every fantasy I’ve ever had.
“Grab your tits, Hartford. Play with them,” I demand, thrusting my hips.
She moans loudly as she moves her delicate hands off my chest and cups her breasts. Her hard nipples stand out even more and I growl at the sight. “Pinch your nipples.”
She does as she’s told and I watch the erotic show as I pump my dick inside of her tight pussy. Being skin to skin on every level with her makes this even more intense.
“Oh, Pax,” she cries out.
I dig my fingers into her hips and move her faster against me. We’re both close, and I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to hold off. I feel like I’ve been holding back for far too many years and it’s all coming to a head now. Unstoppable.
“I feel your pussy tightening on my dick, Hart. Every time you touch your nipples, I feel it more. Keep doing that, chase the feeling.”
Her heated eyes connect with mine and I hold her gaze. She tweaks her hard nipples and lets out a cry of pleasure. “I’m so close.”
I move one hand off her hip and use my thumb to rub against her clit. She shouts my name as she climbs closer toward her release.
“Fuck, Hartford, ride me faster. I need to feel you come all over me again.”
She likes my dirty talk, so I continue to do it while I rub her sensitive clit and fuck her hard and deep. “I want you to still feel me tomorrow when you move. I want you to remember exactly where I’ve been.”
“Oh god, it’s too much,” she cries.
“Never too much, baby. Ride that wave and come on my hard cock,” I say, grinding my hips against her.
She doesn’t disappoint and explodes, coating my dick with her release. I pump my hips, chasing my orgasm, as I watch her fall apart in ecstasy. Her sexy body shakes with the aftershocks.
Fucking beautiful.
“Fuck, Hartford, yes.” I groan as I come hard and deep inside her.
She collapses on top of me, and I keep her close as we both breathe heavily. Her nipples are still hard, pressing against my chest with each breath she takes. It’s fucking hot.
After a few minutes, when we’re both able to move again, I kiss her shoulder and she lifts her head. Our eyes collide and bounce between each other.
I push my fingers into her hair, keeping it off her face, and grin. “Fucking incredible, Hartford. You’re sexy as sin.”
She blushes and I press my lips to hers, giving her a soft kiss. “I mean, wow,” she replies with a smile.
“No wonder you’re a writer. You’re amazing with words.”
We both laugh and I move her slowly off me and get out of bed. I go into the bathroom and wet a washcloth and bring it back in with me. I hold it up and lift an eyebrow. “Spread those legs one more time for me tonight, gorgeous.”
She does as I ask, and I clean her up, gently wiping between her legs, which causes her to tremble.
Once she’s cleaned up, I get one of my shirts from the dresser and hand it to her. “Put this on.”
“I can just put my sleep shorts and tank top back on,” she says, holding my shirt.
“You could,” I say, sliding my sweats back on. “But if you do, I can promise you that you will get no sleep because seeing you in that has my dick immediately hard.”
She tries hiding her smile as she slips my shirt over her head. “Better?”
I climb into bed and pull her against me, pressing my lips to hers. “No, it’s just as sexy.”
She giggles, resting her head on my shoulder. “You’re crazy.”
“Crazy about you,” I admit, kissing the top of her head.
We hold each other, both lost in thought. I don’t know where we go from here, but it’s different now. Now that I’ve been inside her, tasted her, know her sounds, fuck, there’s no going back. I can’t just sit in the friend zone anymore.
I just need to know if she feels the same.
“Hartford, I want you to come to Sunday dinner tomorrow.”
She pulls back and searches my face. “I haven’t been to a Sunday dinner at your parents’ house in years.”
I rest my hand on her cheek. “I know, but I want you there.”
“Sure, I mean, of course, but…” She stops and chews her bottom lip.
“But what?” I push.
“What will everyone think?” she whispers.
“Think about what?”
“Nothing. Nevermind.”
I shake my head and roll her over, climbing on top of her. “Finish your thought, Hart,” I say, staring down at her.
She swallows nervously and rests her hands on my chest. “I just worry that they may get the wrong impression.”
My chest aches from hearing her words because she’s not where I am. This is just fun research for her, but for me…it’s life-changing.
So, like I’ve done for years, I put a smile on my face and lie. “There’s no wrong impression, Hart. We’ve been best friends since kindergarten. My family loves you, probably more than me, so what’s the big deal?”
She smiles, nodding her head. “You’re right. It’ll be fun.”
I kiss her lips, just to see if she’ll still allow me, and she does. She wraps her arms around me, and I deepen the kiss.
She’s a gorgeous, confusing puzzle.
The scent of garlic and sauce greets us as we step into my parents’ house. Sunday dinner has always been non-negotiable. It doesn’t matter what you have going on, on Sunday, your ass will be at Mom and Dad’s. I’ve missed some over the years because of traveling, and I still catch shit for it.
In fact, I’ve missed the past two weeks because of work, and I’m sure I’ll get major criticism for it. I’m hoping with Hartford at my side it’ll soften the blow.
“Hartford, what a wonderful surprise,” my mom, Carol, says as we walk into the kitchen. She pulls her in for a hug, then me.
“I figured it’s been much too long since she joined us, and considering she’s staying with me, it’s only fair she eats good at least one day a week,” I say.
My mother slaps my arm. “You better be feeding her properly. She’s out of her house, Paxton Atwood.”
“I’m kidding, Mom. Of course, I’m taking care of her.”
My eyes slide to Hartford’s and a slight blush creeps across her cheeks. I took care of her three times last night and once this morning, as a matter of fact.
“He’s been amazing, Carol,” Hartford says with a small smile.
“Well, that’s good to hear. I raised my boys to take care of and respect women,” she says, putting her hands on her hips.
“Maybe you should’ve tried harder,” Anya says, walking up behind me.
I turn and raise an eyebrow. “Are you saying I’m not respectful?”
“Anya, don’t start with your brother,” our mother says, her short blonde bob rustling across her shoulders as she shakes her head.
“No, I’m saying some of you should take care of and respect women more. Especially your sister.” She narrows her eyes, looking past me to Callum.
“What’s going on?” my mom asks.
“Nothing, Mom,” I say, not wanting to get into what’s going on between Anya and Callum. “She’s probably upset because she misses college.”
“That’s not true.” Anya parks a hand on her hip. “I want to be taken seriously around here.”
I wrap an arm around her shoulder. “You need to talk to him. Get him to see your side of things.”
“Who’s not taking you seriously?” our mother asks.
Anya huffs. “Nothing, Mom. It’s fine.”
“Shepherd just got back into town,” my mother says, obviously changing the subject from what Anya’s upset about. “Why don’t you two go and say hi to him while I speak with my daughter.” My mother wraps her arm around Anya, and Hartford and I take the hint to get out of the kitchen.
Hartford and I head into the living room, and nearly everyone is here. My father sits in a recliner, facing the TV, watching a baseball game. I glance at the screen, and see it’s an old Minor League game my father likes to watch over and over.
Callum and Shepherd sit on the couch watching the game as well. I haven’t seen Shepherd in months.
Brock and Tripp aren’t here yet, and I urge Hartford further into the living room.
“Hey, Shep,” I say, and Shepherd turns to face me.
He bounds from the couch to hug Hartford first—asshole—and then me. “Hey, it's been a long time. I’ve missed you guys.”
“Your beard is out of control. You look like a mountain man. Isn’t it hot down in Florida?”
“I was there during winter, so the weather was perfect.” Shepherd runs his fingers through his bushy beard. “I’ll trim the beard once I get home. I came straight here from the airport.”
“So you haven’t even been home yet?” Hartford asks.
Shep shakes his head. “Not yet. I’ll probably dip out of dinner early. I’m exhausted and kind of have some things to do at my place.”
I want to ask him what he possibly has to do, but I don’t bother, because Shepherd is already sitting back down on the couch to continue watching the game. Hartford sits next to him, and together they discuss the game on the TV with my father.
“Hey, Callum,” I say, wondering if I should mention that he needs to go and talk to Anya in the kitchen, but I really don’t want to add fuel to the fire.
He gives me a quick chin nod, and that solidifies my mind to not involve myself between the two of them. I still need to hear Anya’s ideas, and I wonder if now is a good time.
“Do you need a drink?” I ask Hartford.
She glances my way. “Sure. Lemonade?”
I nod and head back into the kitchen as Callum and Shepherd shout drink orders at my back. I’m only here to take care of Hartford, they can get their own drinks.
My mother’s busy in the kitchen as Anya helps out.
I smile at them both, and head toward the fridge. “Did you want to tell me your idea?” I ask Anya.
“It’s not any big deal, I guess. I just think that back room at the restaurant that you all do nothing with should be used to book parties. You could have private dinners, rehearsal dinners, birthday dinners. The possibilities are endless.”