Chapter 14
I swore I’d never make myself vulnerable to this girl again, never give her that kind of power over me. Yet here I am, stripped bare with that fucking confession. And I’d do it all over again if it meant this—her in my arms, mouth on mine, hands clawing for more.
It hits like a detonator. One pull of the pin, and the grenade goes off, unleashing an explosion I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to.
I don’t—I want it all.
My hand fists her wet hair, yanking her head back as I take full control, devouring her like I’ve been starving for years. Nothing about it is soft. Nothing careful. It’s hunger, it’s whiskey, and it’s rain.
It’s Harlow fucking Hayes—reckless, addictive, and finally mine to claim.
“Been waiting a long time to fuck this mouth again,” I growl, teeth catching her bottom lip.
Her hips push against me, a needy moan slipping free before she covers it with that usual sass. “Took you long enough.”
I half laugh, half groan, knowing it’s a fair statement. “Don’t worry. I’m about to make up for every goddamn second.”
My hands move for her shirt, stripping it away in record time. Her bra is just as drenched, the lace plastered to her skin, nipples straining beneath.
I brush my thumb over one tight peak, and smirk at the whimper she releases. Then my mouth is there, closing over the wet fabric, teeth grazing sharply.
She gasps, desire thrumming through every line of her body as she fists my shirt, yanking at the heavy material. “Take this off.”
I pull back just long enough to remove it, then I’m back on her, flicking the clasp of her bra. The straps give, sending all that soft flesh spilling into my waiting hands, the skin-on-skin contact dragging a growl from me.
“Christ, Harlow,” I rasp, squeezing tight. “You’ve got a great set of tits, baby.”
They’re big for how slender she is but she carries them perfectly.
“Thanks,” she breathes, ragged and uneven. “I’m pretty proud of them myself.”
A rough chuckle escapes. “You fucking should be.”
My mouth closes over one candy pink nipple, sucking deep and hard, until all I taste is rain, heat, and her.
“Yes!” Her head tips back against the door, a hot little mewl purging from her throat.
I alternate between each one, lashing and grazing, groaning as her nails rake down my shoulders. When she rocks her hips, seeking more, I give it to her.
I drop to my knees on the filthy carpet, popping the button on her jeans. The denim clings, soaked and stubborn, but together we shove them down her thighs, panties sliding with them until she’s standing before me—bare, flushed, and glistening.
“Look at you,” I growl, fingers spreading her open. “So pink and pretty.”
A whimper breaches her lips, the breathless prayer cut short as I dive in, groaning at the very taste of her—sweet and fucking addictive.
“Oh, god!” She jerks against me, knees threatening to buckle.
I pin her tighter against the door, forcing her to take every stroke, my tongue carving a wicked path.
“Don’t stop,” she moans. “It’s so good.”
She hasn’t seen anything yet.
I slide a finger into her snug heat, burying it deep, and she goes absolutely fucking wild.
“Yes!” She curls a leg around my neck, fingers tangling in my hair, yanking as she meets every lash of my tongue and thrust of my finger.
It’s the hottest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen.
“That’s it, baby,” I groan. “Rub that sweet pussy all over my face.”
“Linc.” My name flees her lips, raw and desperate. “Please, I’m so close.”
The plea is a loaded weapon aimed straight at my heart. One hit and I’m done for.
I bear down, tongue and fingers locked on the one spot I know will tear her apart.
She breaks for me, hard.
Her cry echoes through the air as she falls apart. In my hand…in my mouth—each pulse branding me in a way I’ll never come back from.
After I’ve wrung every last drop from her, I remove my mouth, climbing to my feet.
She’s still moaning, still quaking, clinging to my shoulders like she’s afraid to let go.
I don’t give her the chance. I scoop her up, carrying her across the room.
The door fades behind us, the cheap motel bed waiting, but as I lay her out—damp hair spilling over the thin pillow, body warm and flushed—there’s nothing cheap about it. Just her. Perfect in every way.
The sight has me pausing, the weight of it pressing down.
“Now’s your chance, Harlow.” My throat works around the words, rough and strained. “Once we do this, there’s no going back. If you don’t want to go further, tell me now.”
It’s the last thing I want, but I will not be a fucking regret.
She blinks up at me, eyes flashing beneath the blinking motel sign. “Stop now, Masters, and I might actually kill you.”
The response rips through me like gasoline on an open flame.
I reach for my belt, my mouth curving, slow and wicked. “Get ready, Goldilocks. I’m about to fucking wreck you, and you’re going to love every second of it.”
The promise lands with the drop of my jeans.
Her gaze falls to the thick line of my cock, tongue flicking over her lips before she arches a perfectly shaped brow.
“Not bad,” she taunts, her voice laced with heat. “Let’s see if you live up to that filthy mouth of yours.”
Challenge fucking accepted.
I hook my hands behind her knees, giving one sharp yank, until her ass is at the edge of the mattress.
She gasps, shifting beneath my grip, but I keep her steady, spread wide.
My cock strains for that opening, heavy and aching. I slide along her wet flesh, both of us groaning at the first touch. Then, without wasting another second, I drive in deep, years of hunger unleashing in a single thrust.
The sound of our pleasure shatters through the room, marking the exact moment we’ll never come back from.
“Jesus, Harlow,” I grit, jaw locking as I fight for some semblance of control. But the feel of her—so tight, so…perfect—it’s too much, and I drop down on top of her, burying my face in the soft skin of her neck, my ability to remain upright no longer existing.
Her arms come around my shoulders, holding me close, and for a moment, we do nothing but breathe each other in, the world narrowing to just this—her, me, and the fire we couldn’t put out if we tried.
“It’s not supposed to feel like this.” Her voice breaks in my ear, shaky and raw.
I lift my head, eyes locking on hers, drowning in the whiskey and vulnerability. “Maybe it is. Maybe it was always meant to feel like this.”
I don’t need to elaborate; she knows. She’s always known.
She tries looking away, but I don’t let her. My fingers catch her jaw, holding her steady. Defiance sparks before my mouth brushes hers, gentler than my grip.
She melts into me, helpless against the pull that’s always been there.
“Face it, Harlow. We both knew this day was coming.” My voice drops against her lips, edged with certainty. “And I have no fucking doubt you ached for it every bit as much as I did.”
I press forward on a single thrust, daring her to deny it.
Her head tips back on a moan, the sound itself an admission, but I want more.
“Say it,” I demand, grinding harder this time.
She gasps, the sound sliding into a moan. “Fine—I knew. I wanted it. God, I wanted you so badly…and I hated myself for it.”
It’s a truth I’ve ached to hear—a confession I’ve waited my whole damn life for. It rips through me, plunging me even deeper into her, until there’s no line between where she ends and I begin.
Her breath fractures into a cry, sharp and piercing.
I still, fearing I’ve pushed too far.
“Shit. You okay?” The question grinds out of me, every muscle locked as I fight to hold back.
“Yes.” Her voice is breathless, but certain. “Don’t stop. I can take it.”
That shatters what’s left of my restraint.
A primal sound claws its way out of me, bursting from my chest as I take her the way I’ve wanted for years. Every fantasy, every sleepless night I ever spent aching for her, coming alive in this moment.
She takes it all, loving every snap of my hips, her body responding with a rhythm all on its own. Her tits bounce, nails clawing down my back, cries spilling until the fire inside me is nothing but her.
“Do you have any idea how many times I thought about this, Harlow?” I snarl, more animal than man. “Every prank, every taunt, every challenge…all I wanted was to fuck the sass right out of you.”
She moans at the confession, the sound feeding the beast.
“This is what we should’ve been doing all along.” The words snap out of me, driving every thrust. “Fucking, not fighting.”
“Yes!” she cries, body arching. “Too bad you were such an asshole.”
That drags a laugh out of me, despite the moment. “Always with that fucking mouth. Even when I’m buried inside you.”
Her answering smile slams into me, sweet and devastating, the kind I could lose myself in forever.
I can’t resist. I take her mouth in another kiss, her moan spilling against my lips as she clings tighter.
I drown in it all…the taste of her, the vise of her body pulling me under, the hitch of her breaths…each one a warning of what’s about to break.
“Linc,” she whimpers, teetering on the edge.
“Give it to me, baby,” I growl, angling deeper. “Come all over my cock.”
The filthy words are all it takes. She bows beneath me, succumbing to the pleasure.
I watch every second, unable to look away—the flutter of her lashes, the parting of her lips on each broken moan, the way her face softens as wave after wave takes her under.
I’ve never seen anything like it, never witnessed a more perfect break in my life.
I chase her into that fall, burying myself to the hilt.
My release crashes through me, violent and unrelenting, stripping me bare. I give her everything I have until there’s nothing left but the heat and breath between us.
It’s in that moment I realize, after all these years, Harlow Hayes has won the war because there’s no way I’m coming back from this. Not now. Not ever.