CHAPTER TEN HARLEY
CHAPTER TEN
HARLEY
I watch her as she finds any reason not to talk. I don’t want to push her. She has already been more vulnerable with me than I would have expected, honestly.
I hated Dean before, but everything Ember just told me makes my hate for him burn much deeper. I was finding it extremely hard to keep my self-control in check as she spoke. In my mind, he isn’t important enough to continue breathing. It would certainly make Ember’s life much easier—much safer.
I was supposed to head to the coffee roastery after I dropped her coffee and breakfast sandwich off, but I can’t seem to walk away from her. Not after she laid her soul out for me to pick up and take care of.
I can feel myself getting swept up in every part of her. This is the second time I've hijacked her morning, because I just wanted to lay eyes on her. I ached just to inhale her scent, to feel her skin against mine, to taste her lips, and to hear her laugh.
I run my hand through my hair and blow out a breath.
Part of me is nervous about what I am feeling.
Part of me feels like her vulnerability is because we aren’t new to each other.
Granted, it feels like a lifetime ago. We were different people, but we are being given a second chance.
I won’t let her go, not again. She is mine.
I watch as Ember moves some of the books around on the shelves, making sure everything is aesthetically pleasing and where it belongs.
Heading towards the aisle beside Ember, I grab a book.
I open it and linger for a moment. I skim the pages, thumbing through them quickly.
I drift to the end of the aisle before I swoop into the next, eyes still on the book.
I can’t absorb anything on the page, but I’m not trying to read anything, anyway.
I’m just a few feet away when I see Ember’s eyes slide my way in my peripheral vision. My lingering didn’t go unnoticed, so I move closer. I slide the book into a random slot, grinning. Ember faces me, hands going to her hips, and her eyebrows pull together to make angry eyes.
“That doesn’t go there,” she says as her eyes fall to my mouth.
Perfect.
I stand right in front of her, looking down while she tries to hold onto her angry face. I place my hand on her waist, pulling her into me, and my other hand goes to her face. I don’t immediately go in for a kiss, just let my face linger near hers.
Her eyes are on my lips again, and she sucks in a breath. I move my head down, planting a soft kiss on her jaw. She leans her head into my hand that rests on her face, opening up her neck for more access.
I continue kissing higher until I reach her beauty mark that sits near her left eye.
I whisper against her, “I always wanted to do this.” I kiss the spot that used to call out to me.
Ember lets out a breathy moan, and I feel my cock stir in my pants. I should stop. Anyone could come in right now. This is her job.
Looking out the window, seeing that it’s become a little bit darker, the raindrops growing heavier, I quickly comb through my options. A quick thought flashes through my mind, and I’m shocked to find myself turned on at the thought of being caught deep in Ember.
Isn’t that some kind of kink?
The last bit of control drops when I realize Ember has slid down to her knees, eyes now locked on mine. I can’t breathe. I watch without moving as she reaches up, unbuttoning my black jeans. She unzips my pants, and my cock springs out.
Ember’s eyes flash from my eyes to my cock.
Achingly slow, she sticks her tongue out, dragging it along the vein on the underside of my cock.
Her hand moves to cup my balls, and my knees buckle.
I lean my right hand against the bookshelf behind her.
My eyes don’t leave hers as I watch for her next move.
After what feels like minutes have gone by, when it was likely only seconds, she wraps her mouth around the head.
She hollows her cheeks and sucks until it pops off the tip.
She might actually kill me with this. Her hand moves from my balls, and she fists my cock.
She spits on it before she sucks me back into her mouth.
She gets a pace going for herself—sucking and using her hand at the same time.
God damn she feels so good. Her head bobs as she moves my cock back and forth in her mouth.
I can feel her throat resisting, not letting my cock slide all the way in.
I reach down and grab her throat, her eyes go wide. “Relax your throat, pretty girl. Open that pretty little throat of yours.” I massage her throat with my hand, hoping it’ll help.
I push a little deeper, and I can see tears collect at the corners of her eyes, before she relaxes as I hit the back of her throat.
She lets out a deep moan around my cock, and I thrust in and out.
I fuck her throat until I feel my balls tighten and I know I’m going to come.
My left hand is wrapped at the crown of her head, guiding it back and forth, letting me set the pace.
I stroke her face, trying to give her a heads up that I’m about to come, but she doesn’t let up.
The tears are streaming down her face, and I thrust hard, letting out a moan myself before I empty into her.
She keeps sucking until my knees start to wobble and she’s swallowed every drop of my come.
She finally backs up, breathing heavily.
I pull her up once my legs are steady. My lips find hers, and I can taste my come on her, but I don’t stop. I can’t stop. I need her—now.
I take her bottom lip in mine, the same way she does mine, and bite down while pulling. She moans into me and pushes her body against mine.
I spin her around, bending her over a book cart. Her chest lays flush on the top. Her eyes swing back and land on me. I reach my fingers around, working as fast as I can to get her pants down. I want to sink into her and feel her pussy choke my cock.
Instead, I drop to my knees, and spread her open in front of me. I hear a gasp, and I smack her ass. She sucks in a breath right as I flatten my tongue and roll it all the way from her pussy to her ass. She tries to clench up when I get closer to her tight hole, and I grin.
“Do you trust me, Ember?” I ask her, still on my knees between her legs. She nods her head wildly. Her arms hang onto the edges of the cart, and I can see her knuckles turning white as she grips it.
I run my tongue up and down her slit as her moans hit my ears.
She sounds like my own personal song into heaven.
Finally, I stand up and line my dick up with her opening.
She’s so wet, I don’t have to do any priming, and I slide into her.
Her jeans are only down to her thighs, making her feel tighter.
I pump into her hard, feeling her hips push back hard to meet mine.
With the urgency of our thrusts escalating, I ask her one more time, just to be sure, “You trust me with your body, baby?”
When I don’t get any response, only hearing our skin slapping, I slow my pace, sliding in and out of her lazily.
“Use your words, pretty girl,” I taunt her. I know she’s in a lustful bliss right now, but I want to hear her beg for me.
“Yes, Harley, god. I trust you,” she moans out in between thrusts.
I pull my cock out of her and run the head of my cock up to her tight hole.
She tenses like she had before when I got close to her ass.
I work some of her wetness up to her tight hole from her wet pussy, and then spit.
I hover my thumb over her asshole, pressing just a little and massaging, trying to get her to relax.
“Suck in a breath, baby.” And as soon as I feel her start to, I shove my cock back into her wet pussy and push my thumb through the resistance of her ass trying to force me out.
I only get a few deep thrusts in before I feel her tightening up and I go deeper.
I bottom out into her as she tightens her pussy and lets out a loud moan.
Her hips buck wildly as I fuck her through her orgasm.
I push my thumb deeper into her ass just as she finally drops to the cart.
She’s completely spent, and I can feel her pussy throbbing around my cock. I start to pull out of her, and she whimpers, stirring my cock again.
“Harley,” she says breathlessly. I pull all the way out, stuffing my cock back into my jeans.
I button my jeans up, keeping my eyes on her as she lays there catching her breath.
I pull her jeans and black panties up over her ass.
I bring her body upright, her back against my front, and reach around to button her pants.
I pick her up, cradling her in my arms. I carry her back to the bathroom to get her cleaned up. I didn’t go easy on her, and she met me with the same urgency.
I push the bathroom door open, setting her feet down near the sink. “Do you need me?” I ask, eyeing her hesitantly.
“No, I'll get myself cleaned up and be right out,” she says. I give her a quick peck on her lips before I turn and head out, giving her privacy. I close the door behind me, leaning against it to catch my breath.
I head to the front, and just as I reach the counter of the shop, the door is pulled open and a familiar face pops in. Atlas rushes in holding little Aria, both dripping wet.
“Damn, it's cold out there,” she says, looking down while she wipes her feet. “Do you have that towel, Ember?” She looks up and does nothing to hide the smirk that spreads across her face. “Harley, I see you’ve become accustomed to all things Ember.”
I can’t help but laugh, because she’s not entirely wrong. “Just dropped by to caffeinate and feed the girl,” I say as I reach Atlas with the towel in tow.
Atlas snags the towel from me, and I hold my hands out to offer to take Aria from her so she can dry off.
Aria leans into me, soaking my shirt. I don’t mind at all.
I’ve been coming around for about a year, so Aria is pretty familiar with me.
I turn around and set Aria on the bookshop counter and boop her little nose.
Right about then, Ember comes out of the bathroom. “Well, damn, I can cross fucking in a bookstore off my bucketl...” She makes it to the front of the bookstore, and I don’t have to be looking at her to see her eyes go as wide as saucers.
“Atlas, oh f-fuck,” she stammers before standing beside me, elbowing me as I try to cover my chuckle while I coo at Aria. She shoves her elbow into my side, thrusting her arms out to take Aria from me.
“There’s Aunt Emi’s baby girl.” Ember snuggles into Aria, and Aria lets out the cutest little giggle. I can’t help but watch Ember with Aria.
Atlas butts in, “Damn, when I said all things, I didn’t mean ALL things.”
“Shut the fuck up, Atlas.” Ember forces a grin and rolls her eyes. “What’re you girls out doing?” Ember tries to lead the conversation away from her confession coming out of the bathroom.
“Oh, picking up a few things for Asher,” Atlas says, and I pick up on the somber tone.
He’ll be deploying soon, and I can only imagine the toll that’s going to take on Atlas and Aria. But, I remember that’s why Ember moved closer, and I find myself selfishly thanking Atlas for needing her sister.
“Well, I was going to invite you over for dinner. I made Mom’s lasagna.” Atlas lets out a laugh. “And you know I only know how to make enough for an army.”
“Hell yes, count me in,” Ember replies, swaying with Aria wrapped tight in her arms.
“You come too, Harley!” Atlas says quickly, eyes shooting to Ember, who is rolling her eyes again.
“Oh that’s okay.” I don’t want to intrude on their family time.
“Come. You’re not intruding. I’d love for you to be there,” Ember speaks up quietly, eyes peaking up under her lashes.
“I can bring some wine?” I say, suddenly feeling giddy like a schoolboy, knowing that Ember wants me there.
“Good man. Dinner’s at 5:30! Bring a bottle of red!” Atlas scoops Aria back up into her arms, snuggling into her and smelling her head.