Chapter Thirty
Sadie
The Uber pulled up and I started to get in, but Harrison grabbed my arm and pulled me back gently.
“Yeah, I’m not letting you go by yourself with him.” He was staring at the driver with a grim look on his face.
I turned to see who it was, thinking it would be a scary looking guy with tattoos on his face or something. It wasn’t. It was an older guy who was super nice and used to be a greeter at Wal-Mart before his knees became arthritic.
“Are you serious?” I whispered.
“As a heart attack.”
“Okay. Well, I guess you can ride along. I’m not canceling him now. That’s rude,” I hissed.
The two of us slid into the car and the guy talked to us on the short drive to my house.
I waved as he pulled away and turned to Harrison. “You didn’t want to just ride back with him to your car?”
“I… wanted to stay with you.”
My eyebrows went up. “I’m not sleeping with you.”
He looked affronted. “I know that! I just… well, I guess I’m afraid I’ll wake up tomorrow and you’ll go back to hating me.”
“And if you stay here I won’t?”
He shrugged and grinned sheepishly. “I didn’t say it made sense. I could sleep on your couch.”
I sighed, but I wasn’t really mad. “That’s fine. Come on in.”
“You live close to your parents, huh?”
“Yeah. It’s a little weird that they can see my house from their back deck, but I kind of like it most of the time.” I frowned. “Not so much right now, though. Let’s get inside before they see us.”
“I love your house,” he said, looking around as I unlocked and opened the door.
“Thanks,” I looked up at him, very aware that it was just the two of us. He was looking down at me, fire in those brown eyes of his. I sucked in a breath and bit my lip at the same time I tripped over the rug in my entryway.
He grabbed me around the waist to steady me, and suddenly all I could do was stare at him.
He was standing very close to me. I could feel the heat of him and smell his particular mix of scents that brought back so many memories for me.
It wasn’t just his cologne; there was an underlying outdoorsy scent that was so him.
I saw his eyes drop to my mouth at the same time his hands squeezed my waist a little.
A wave of longing swept over me that was so intense, it almost brought me to my knees. I threw my arms around his neck, and then I was kissing him. It was like my body told my mind to take a break and just… took over.
The kiss was never gentle. It was desperate and hungry and stoked a fire inside me.
I jumped into his arms and wrapped my legs around his waist as he kissed me over and over, sucking on my tongue and pushing me back against the nearest wall.
I moaned as I leaned my head back and he started kissing and sucking down my neck and into my cleavage.
I tightened my legs around him, pulling my core against the very large, very hard bulge in his pants. I gasped as he thrust against me. It felt so damn good, and I was reminded, once again, that I hadn’t had good sex since I’d been with him years ago. And I wanted it; my body craved it.
Suddenly, I pushed back against him and hopped down.
He looked startled and taken aback at the change until he realized that I had kicked off my shoes and was reaching around to unzip my dress.
He didn’t hesitate. He took off his tie and started unbuttoning his shirt.
I started walking backwards towards my bedroom, still kissing him while trying to unbutton his pants.
We were all over each other like animals, fumbling and stopping along the way to grope each other.
We left a string of clothing along the way.
A shoe here, a sock there. We finally got into my bedroom, watching each other as we finished stripping down to our underwear.
“Fuck,” he groaned as he stared at me in my lacy bra and panties. “You’re the hottest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen, Sunshine.”
I stared at him, my eyes full of heat as they trailed over his broad shoulders, thick biceps, and well-defined abs. I reached for the band of his briefs with one hand while the other stroked the thin line of hair that disappeared there.
He groaned and it was impossible not to notice how hard he was.
I licked my lips, remembering the taste of him while my core tingled and my panties grew wet thinking of how big he was.
He was long, thick, and hard to take. I’d only slept with a handful of guys since I’d been with him, but no one had come close to filling me like he had.
He ran both hands through his hair. “Sadie… are you sure?”
“Yeah.”
“I just know that you had a little too much wine tonight. I don’t want you to regret it…”
“Shut up and fuck me,” I demanded, falling back onto my bed and trying to pull him down with me.
“Oh, Jesus,” he whispered. He reached behind me and unhooked my bra before basically attacking my breasts with kisses. “I missed these so much.” He pulled a nipple into his mouth and sucked, making me arch my back as I held onto his shoulders.
He spent a while on them, pushing them together, licking and sucking them, kissing them.
Then he started moving down my abdomen, planting kisses along the way.
He hurriedly pulled my panties down my legs and tossed them somewhere in the room.
Then he pushed my legs apart, settled between my thighs, and started to eat me out with a vigor and hunger like I’d never known.
“Oh God,” I cried as he suckled my clit, flicking it with his tongue repeatedly until I screamed out my pleasure. My body shook, and I was shocked by how quick and hard I’d come for him.
I lay panting for a moment before realizing that he wasn’t moving. He stared at me. “Such a pretty pussy,” he whispered, then began licking up the moisture that had pooled onto my thighs as I’d come.
“Please,” I begged, not really knowing what I was asking for.
“What do you need, Sunshine?”
“You.”
There was a sudden pause.
“Ah. Um…”
I sat up and looked at him. “What is it?”
“Do you have any condoms?”
I didn’t. I had thrown out the pack I’d had right before my dad and brother helped me move into my new house. I hadn’t wanted them to come across them and end up with permanent traumatic emotional scars. I shook my head. “You don’t have any?” I asked, surprised.
“No.” He sat back on his heels, and I tried not to stare at his long, thick cock resting against his stomach. “And it’s killing me.”
I flopped back and stared up at the ceiling. “I’m on the pill,” I finally said.
He paused. “I’ve never been with anyone without one.”
“Never?”
He shook his head.
“Me either.”
“Can I…”
I sat up and met his eyes. “Yes.”
“Thank God.” He pushed me down gently and settled himself between my thighs. He notched himself at my entrance and then thrust inside until he was fully seated. “Fuuuck,” he groaned. “Jesus, you’re tight.”
I cried out, overcome with the familiar sting of fullness from taking all of him.
He waited until I wrapped my legs around his waist, my old signal to him that I was ready for more, and then he began pumping into me.
The delicious feeling of being stretched combined with his cock hitting the spot inside me that made me see stars was intoxicating.
And then we were lost in each other, our bodies taking over. It was like muscle memory, like we’d never been apart. Soon, I was coming again. It triggered him to come, too, and we rode out the high together, finally collapsing beside each other.
Breathing hard, we turned our heads at the same time and met each other’s eyes.
I smiled. It had been like coming home. I’d never felt anything like what we’d just done with anyone else, and it almost brought tears to my eyes.
I had missed the version of Harrison I’d loved so much all those years ago.
Lying beside him now, looking into those brown eyes of his, I felt like I had him back.
“So,” I said as his hand stroked lovingly over my breasts and abdomen, “why didn’t you have any condoms?”
He averted his eyes for a moment before looking at me with vulnerability. “I, ah, haven’t needed them.”
My eyebrows shot up. “What?”
He propped himself up on one elbow and looked down at me where I lay.
“After we broke up because of what I did, and I couldn’t get you back, I went kind of wild for a while.
After you transferred schools, I got even more arrogant, more convinced that I deserved all the perks that came with being the best football player on campus.
I took full advantage, I’m embarrassed to say.
I slept around and just further lost who I had been. ”
I tried not to cringe thinking about how many women he’d probably been with.
“Even then I knew I’d fucked up the best thing that ever happened to me.
I never felt satisfied. I kept looking for more and different and variety and whatever I could find that might be anything like what we had.
But I never found it. Not even close. I was angry and frustrated and decided I needed to stop with the empty sex and date someone.
That’s when I started going out with Candy.
That still didn’t help. Not really.” He chuckled a little.
“I actually thought she kind of looked like you. If I squinted during sex, I could try to pretend it was you I was with. It never worked.”
He wiped a hand over his face. “It took the injury and the end of my football dreams to make me come to my senses. After I graduated and moved back home, I just… wasn’t into dating.
I was depressed. I knew I’d lost you and would never get you back.
I put all my energy into work. Before long, I realized it had been a year without sex.
Then another year. Before I knew it, I was celibate.
I took care of myself in the shower, but that was it. ”
I stared at him. “Wait. Are you saying you haven’t had sex in years?”
He chuckled. “It sounds insane when you say it out loud, but… yeah.” He shrugged. “That’s why I don’t carry condoms around anymore.” His brown eyes were intense as he looked at me. “Why don’t you have condoms?”
I explained I hadn’t wanted to traumatize my dad or Tim, and we both laughed. “And, I haven’t had a whole lot of need for them, either.”
He grinned. “Tell me all about that.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’ve had one mildly serious relationship since you.
It was a guy on the football team at Georgia.
We dated for a while, but it just didn’t feel right.
He was a great guy, but he just wasn’t you.
I mean, who you were before the whole Aubrey situation.
Anyway, it didn’t work out with him. Obviously.
I’ve been out with several guys over the past few years, but I only slept with a couple of them.
” I thought about it for a moment. “I had the same problem you had, I guess. Sex was just never close to as good with anyone else.”
He pulled me over to him, holding me in his strong arms. I laid my head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat, finding the sound relaxing.
“It wasn’t just sex,” he said, his voice loud and rumbly in my ear. “It was everything. Conversation, attraction, love, and just… that certain something that we’ve always had. Like we could finish each other’s sentences.”
I agreed with him. “My dates were always let downs.”
We didn’t sleep much that night. We were too wrapped up in finding each other again, remembering each other’s bodies, lost in overwhelming feelings of familiarity and passion.
He fell asleep before I did. I lay there, knowing I was in trouble. Because now that I had him back, I didn’t know if I could ever let him go again.
Was I ready for that? Was I even okay with that? I had forgiven him that night at our tree. But did I want to try to reclaim what we once had?
And most importantly, could I regain the trust I’d once had with him?