by Apryl Baker
“Thank you. You look great too.”
I grab a couple of towels and then Harley’s hand, leading her downstairs. I let go of Harley’s hand once we reach the kitchen, and grab us a couple of bottles of water. She walks ahead of me, and my eyes go to her luscious heart-shaped ass.
I throw on the lights around—and in—the pool. The music’s still playing, but it’s soft enough not to bother my neighbors. Harley walks around the pool to the stairs. I watch her walk down until she’s submerged up to her waist. “The water feels great. Are you getting in?”
I come around and step down into the pool. I push off the stairs and swim toward her. I stand up, right in front of her. I lean down, kissing her lips slowly and thoroughly.
I move us through the water until it’s up to my biceps. I grab her thighs and lift her until her legs are wrapped around my hips. “I could kiss you forever,” I whisper against her lips.
“So don’t stop,” she whispers back.
Harley’s arms wind around my shoulders as we begin kissing again. Her unique flavor explodes on my tongue as ours duel. I should be taking this slow, but I can’t seem to stop myself. She’s making me lose all of my self-control.
I know she can feel that my dick is hard because when she rocks against me, she moans into my mouth. I move us until her back is against the side of the pool. I hold her ass cheek in one hand while the other is braced against the pool wall, caging her in.
I rock against her and already feel the desire to come. Of course it’s been a couple of years since I’ve had sex. Fuck, I should’ve jerked off before she got here. Even through my swim trunks and her bottoms, I can feel the heat of her pussy.
I let go of the side of the pool and reach between us. Harley moans as I begin rubbing her clit. She writhes in my embrace, her arms tightening around my shoulders. Fuck, she’s going to come right here in my arms.
One of her arms disappears from around my shoulders, and through my swim trunks she starts stroking my cock. A groan slips from my mouth. Suddenly Harley stiffens, her eyes squeeze shut, and a whimper escapes her lips. Just the sight of her coming has me following suit, like I’m in high school again and can’t control myself.
She pulls her lips away from mine but leans in until her forehead is resting against my own. I watch the rapid rise and fall of her chest. Harley cups my face in her hands and I look into her eyes. Something important passes between the two of us, and as much as it fucking scares me, it also excites me.
“That was awesome,” Harley says.
I can’t help myself—I throw my head back and laugh. God, it feels good to really laugh. I get control of myself and nod. “Yeah, and I feel like a teenager again, coming quicker then I wanted to.”
We stay in the pool for a little while longer before I’m leading her out. I wrap my towel around my waist and grab hers to dry her off inch by inch. I lay her towel down on the lounger and pull her with me until we’re lying on it.
I’m on top of her, and her legs are wrapped around me again. The seal has been broken and I can’t get enough of her. I know the moment I taste her pussy I’ll be lost, because I’m already addicted to her.
My hand glides up her side until I reach her bikini-covered breasts. I stroke my thumb over her nipple, feeling it harden. I give it a little pinch—she arches her back and moans. My lips leave hers.
“Jack, what about your neighbors?” Harley whispers.
I push up on my forearms and look down at her. “The neighbors on the left are on vacation, and the house on the right is vacant. The fence along the back is high enough no one can see. Don’t worry—I won’t let anyone see you.”
She smiles, giving me a view of her pearly whites. “Okay.”
My dick is hard again and I have a feeling it’s always going to be that way when I’m with her. I rock my hips, letting her feel what she does to me. Harley gasps when I make contact with her clit.
I can’t take it; I need to taste her. I get off the lounger and then scoop her up, throwing her over my shoulder. “Umm…Jack, what are you doing?” she squeals.
I slap her ass. “Hush.”
“Don’t you tell me what to do,” she says with a huff that makes me laugh.
Once inside the house, I dump her on the ottoman that Delilah said I needed. I get down on my knees and watch her chest move up and down as she watches me pull her bikini bottoms down. I look down and a groan slips past my lips as I stare at her bare pussy. “Did you do this for me?”
Harley bites her lower lip and nods.
“Mmmm…thank you, baby.”
I grab the backs of her thighs and push them back. I lean in and drag my tongue from the opening of her pussy up to her clit. Her flavor explodes on my tongue. Harley’s fingers grip my hair as my control snaps, and I attack her pussy with vigor.
Her cries and the way she jerks her hips tell me she loves what I’m doing. I stiffen my tongue, then thrust it inside her tight channel. She moans as I begin to fuck her. She’s so close to coming, and she’s so wet her arousal is all over my chin, but I don’t care. I pull back before pushing one finger inside her.
Harley begins grinding against my hand, and it’s so fucking sexy. “Undo your top.” I barely recognize my own voice. I watch as she reaches behind her neck and then slowly pulls the top down until her breasts are exposed.
Her pink nipples harden immediately and I lean over her—she still has a grip on my hair, and it tightens as I suck one nipple into my mouth. Harley lets out a surprised cry as she begins coming. Fuck, she’s squeezing my finger, and I can only imagine how good it’ll feel when she squeezes my cock.
I ease her down slowly from her orgasm and release her nipple with a pop. I pull my finger out of her and suck it into my mouth. She tastes tangy and sweet, and once my finger is clean I lean up and she pulls me to her mouth.
Our kiss is hungry, intense, and my cock is aching—begging to be inside her. I break our kiss. “Hold onto me.” She wraps her arms around my shoulders and her legs around my waist.
With ease I stand up with her wrapped around me and carry her up the stairs, tossing her onto my big-ass bed. I love the way her tits jiggle as she bounces on the mattress, but what I love best is the sound of her laughter.
Even before Becky became the bitch that she was, she never laughed…she never joked around. All we seemed to do was fuck and fight, and toward the end it was more of the latter. “Stay right here. I’ll be right back.”
I head into my bathroom, grab a wet washcloth, and quickly wipe myself off from when I came in my swim trunks. My dick is so hard right now, I decide to just strip out of them, turn off the bathroom light, and step back into my bedroom. Harley’s eyes stay on me as I crawl onto the bed.
She pushes up and holds out her hand to stop me. “Lie on your back?” I raise my brow. Harley looks down at my cock, and I swear she licks her fucking lips. My dick loves it, and jerks. “I-I want to taste you.” I flip onto my back, and Harley wastes no time climbing on top of me.
She sits on my stomach and looks down at me. “I’m not usually so forward.” Harley bends down until we’re chest to chest. “You’re such a beautiful man, Jack.” Her thumb strokes back and forth across my lower lip.
I don’t even know what to say. It’s the sweetest fucking thing someone’s ever said to me. I pull her to me, kissing her lips harder than I intended to, but she just moans and sinks into it. Harley pulls away first and begins kissing her way down my body.
I groan as she sucks and nips at my nipple, and then she moves to the other. She shimmies down my body, kissing and licking a path straight to my cock. When Harley reaches the scars on my hip, she kisses each and every one of the pale lines. The scars are ugly, but then again the bullet did a lot of damage.
Shit, I was told I’d walk with a limp for the rest of my life, but I powered through painful rehab and have kept myself strong and fit. Now I’m in better shape than when I was in my early thirties.
I groan as she continu
es to trace my scar and wraps her free hand around my dick, pumping it slowly. When she’s done kissing my scar, she holds my dick so it stands straight up and leans forward, wasting no time swallowing my cock down.
“Oh fuck, baby,” I moan.
Her hair is half in and half out of the knot on top of her head, and I grab it in my fists. Her head bobs up and down and I swear I’m going to come really, really soon. “Fuck, you know how to suck cock.” Her moans vibrate around my shaft. “Baby, I’m gonna come so fucking hard.”
Harley increases her efforts, and in an embarrassingly short amount of time I feel the tingle at the base of my spine. “Pull back unless you’re going to swallow me down.”
I swear she sucks harder, and I thrust up as I begin to shoot my cum down her throat. I feel it as she swallows me down and groans.
As soon as my softening cock slips from her mouth, I pull her up and on top of me. I kiss her lips, not even giving a shit that I just came in her mouth. I roll us until we’re both on our sides and chest to chest. Neither of us says anything, and I watch her watching her fingers trace the tattoo on my chest; it’s a Celtic knot that means father and daughter.
“I’m glad you came over tonight,” I tell her quietly.
Harley kisses my chest and whispers back, “I am too.”
“How about this…we get dressed—and by that I mean you in panties and one of my t-shirts—and then we go downstairs and have dessert.” I hate to say after coming twice I’m going to need a little bit of time to recover.
“Mmmm…some dessert sounds good.”
I climb out of bed and slip on a pair of basketball shorts. Off the chair in the corner I grab her the t-shirt I was wearing earlier. I don’t know what it is, but the thought of her in my shirt gets me hard—well, semi-hard for right now. “Come here, baby.” Harley climbs off the bed and walks toward me. “Lift your arms.”
She does what I ask and I slip it over her head. It hits her mid-thigh and looks sexy as fuck. I grab her hand and drag her downstairs with me. I have her sit at the breakfast bar while I pull the brownies Delilah made out of the refrigerator.
After cutting a couple of pieces and placing them in bowls, I stick them in the microwave. While they heat up, I grab the vanilla ice cream out of the freezer. I scoop ice cream onto the brownies and pour chocolate sauce on top.
I bring them around and sit next to Harley. “Oh my God, that looks amazing.”
“You can thank Del for this. She thought you might like something sweet.” My daughter, Miss Matchmaker…the minute she figured out that I was into Harley, she became my biggest cheerleader.
I know Becky did a number on both of us, and because of that I’ve shied away from relationships or real intimacy. The older Del got the more worried I was that she’d have issues—granted, after Charlie’s birth she struggled, but that stemmed more from the events that occurred prior to my little nugget’s birth.
I’m still not sure I’m “relationship material,” but I want to try—at least with Harley I do. A moan from her has me turning and watching her bite into a huge wad of ice cream and brownie. Now….my dick’s hard again.
“What?” she says with her mouth full.
I lean forward, licking the drizzle of chocolate syrup off of her lips. I pull back and see that Harley’s eyes are glazed over. “You had some chocolate on your lip.”
“Oh…you do too,” she says right before her chocolate-covered finger paints my lips. Before I can say anything, Harley is licking the syrup off. She leans back and smiles at me.
I raise my brow. “Did you get it all?”
She shrugs. “Maybe.” Harley goes back to eating her dessert, and I dig into mine.
When we finish our ice cream, I make us some coffee and we snuggle up in the family room. We drink our coffee and put in Remember the Titans. Once we finish our coffee, I lie with my back against the cushions and Harley tucked into my front.
By the time the movie is over, she’s out like a light. I carefully climb off the sectional and then scoop her up into my arms. She doesn’t even budge as I carry her upstairs. I gently lay her down, and then head into the bathroom. I freeze because I have a dried chocolate ring around my lips.
I shake my head and smile. This woman is doing crazy things to me already. I can only imagine what it’s going to be like if this goes how I want it to. I can only hope that I don’t fuck it up—because there is a possibility that could happen.
With that thought, I crawl into bed with her, pull her into my arms, and immediately fall asleep.
Chapter Nine
Harley
I open my eyes and sigh. That sun is sure bright today, I think as I roll over and burrow further into the covers. My eyes pop open because I realize I’m not in my bed—I’m in Jack’s. Last night had been one of the best dates in my whole life. I still can’t believe that we did all that naughty stuff last night.
I wouldn’t say that I’m very experienced sexually, but the oral he gave me last night was the best I’ve ever had. Guys like Jack probably have lots of lady friends, and I hope when I gave him a blowjob I didn’t embarrass myself. He’s got the biggest dick I’ve ever seen, and definitely bigger than the other guys I was with.
I’m shocked that Jack didn’t fuck me with it last night…I wanted him to—God, I wanted him to. After his blowjob I swore he was going to want to be inside me, but instead we went downstairs, ate dessert, and then snuggled on his huge sectional. I hate that I fell asleep, but snuggling up to him after a couple of awesome orgasms and chocolate made it easy for me to pass out.
I climb out of Jack’s bed and grab my brush, face wash, and toothbrush. In his bathroom I take care of business and, still dressed in his t-shirt, I head downstairs. The scent of bacon hits me as soon as I reach the bottom of the stairs.
A rock song can be heard as soon as I step into the kitchen. Jack’s got his back to me and I take in the beauty that is his body. His shoulders are broad, and my eyes travel down to his narrow waist. His basketball shorts hang low on hips.
Jack turns as I step farther into the room. “Morning, baby.” Ohh…I like that. “Come here.” I take his offered hand and let him pull me into a hug. I lift my lips to him and expect just a quick peck, but instead he kisses me deeply. Our tongues lightly duel before he pulls away. “How did you sleep?”
“I slept really, really well. I’m sorry I fell asleep on you last night.” Jack pours me a cup of coffee and grabs the creamer for me. I pour a healthy dose into my cup and then lean against the counter, taking a sip.
“That’s okay. I only stayed up until the movie was over. Oh, and thanks for not telling me I still had a ring of chocolate around my lips.” He shakes his head.
I, of course, burst into laughter.
“Oh, you think it’s funny?” I nod, and he grabs me around the waist. I squeal and try to get away from him, but his grip is strong.
Jack bites me where my neck and shoulder meet, and I do a full body shudder. He kisses me, and then releases me. “What can I do to help?” I ask.
“If you want to crack some eggs and get them ready for scrambling, that’d be great.” I do as he asks and grab the carton.
Once that’s all done, we sit together at the breakfast bar and dig in. “This is delicious, thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
We’re quiet while we both eat, and when we finish I start cleaning up, but he stops me. I turn to him. “What are your plans for the day?” Oh God, did that sound too needy, or like I expect him to spend the day with me?
“Workout, and then I thought about offering to babysit so Delilah and Reece could have a night out.” He grabs my hand and pulls me to him. “What about you?”
“I need to write for a little bit and do some other stuff, and that’s it.”
“Well, why don’t you come over tonight while I’m babysitting and we’ll order pizza, unless that doesn’t sound appealing to you.”
“That sounds really good, actually.”
Not wanting to wear out my welcome, I say, “I think I’m going to head home so I can get some writing done.” I head upstairs and change into my clothes I brought to wear home. I stuff my outfit from the day before into my bag.
I throw it over my shoulder and Jack meets me at the bottom of the stairs. “I had a really good time last night.” That makes me extremely happy, but I conceal it the best I can. As much as I like Jack, he’s got “heartbreak” written all over him. It’d be best if I kept somewhat of a distance from him, but I’ll do that tomorrow.
“I did too, Jack. Thank you for having me.” He walks me to the door and we share one more intense kiss before I walk in a euphoric daze to my car.
“I’ll text you when I plan on being next door.”
I turn. “My bed isn’t as big as yours, but you’re welcome to stay tonight.”
Jack gives me a smile and nods. “Okay.”
He watches me from the door and gives me a hand flick as I pull away.
All the way home I smile, and I know that I’m in big, big trouble with that man. But I just can’t drum up enough of a reason to care.
***
My fingers fly over the keyboard as I work on finishing this chapter of my newest book. I wasn’t sure where this story was going, but when I got home and sat down, the words just began to flow. I finish the chapter I’m working on and save the document.
I stand up and do some stretches. My body always gets stiff after a major marathon writing session. I head into the kitchen and pour myself a glass of iced tea and grab a banana. Back in my office, I pull up my emails and shoot a quick one to my editor, letting her know that I’m on schedule.
I go through the rest of my emails and I see a familiar name. I swear I feel my blood pressure rise. I almost just want to delete it, but morbid curiosity has me pull it up.
Ms. Steele,
I hope you received my gift. If you threw them in the trash, then that’s exactly where they belong. Don’t forget God will punish you, and if you’re not careful, so will I.